The Interviewee Rips the Panties
Eve Secret, one of South Korea’s top one hundred companies.
As the name suggested, it was a manufacturer of women’s lingerie.
In this place that might as well have been a forbidden zone for men, a special male recruitment notice had gone up.
There were only two requirements.
First, the applicant had to be male.
Second, he had to be ‘very’ healthy in every possible way.
I was twenty-three years old. All I had to my name was a robust, healthy body. I didn’t have any particular illnesses, and every single morning I woke up pitching a rock-hard A-frame tent that threatened to rip straight through my underwear. As far as I was concerned, I matched the company’s definition of ‘healthy’ perfectly.
Besides, Eve Secret was a legitimate large corporation. With a starting salary of forty-five million won plus various allowances, it was a dream job. Before I started looking into factory shift work, I had tossed in my résumé with the half-hearted mindset of ‘it’d be nice if I get it, but whatever.’ Given my specs, I hadn’t even qualified to apply for a place like that.
Yet a few days later, a text arrived from Eve Secret saying I had passed the document screening.
And now here I was.
Sitting in the middle of a stifling interview room, trying not to suffocate.
There were three interviewers. All women.
They appeared to be in their early to mid-thirties, each dressed in impeccably tailored skirt suits. Their outfits were, to put it mildly, extremely easy on the eyes.
Every one of them had such large, heavy breasts that the buttons on their blouses looked ready to burst off at any second.
The interview had been proceeding normally until the woman with red horn-rimmed glasses, seated in the center, asked her question. That was when everything went off the rails.
“Mr. Cha Dohyuk? Have you ever ripped a woman’s panties before?”
“...Pardon?”
“I mean, for example, have you ever gotten so excited while being intimate with a girlfriend that you tore them off? Or perhaps you’ve wanted to rip them, or believe you could tear them away in a single motion. Is that possible? We’re specifically looking for ‘that kind of man.’”
“Uh...”
Weren’t women’s panties thin anyway?
I had never studied them in detail, but with the grip strength of an adult male, they should tear like paper. If I showed a confident, can-do attitude here, it would surely leave a strong impression.
“I can do it!”
My answer rang out so energetically that it echoed through the entire interview room.
See? The interviewers were exchanging subtle, unreadable glances at my confident reply.
Soon the woman with the red glasses gave a small nod. The female employee who had been assisting the interview stepped forward and stopped directly in front of me.
“Hmm?”
“Mr. Cha Dohyuk.”
“Yes?”
Without the slightest hesitation, she reached down.
Swish.
She pulled the zipper of her skirt all the way down.
“Whoa!”
I reflexively raised both hands to cover my eyes. But through the gaps in my fingers, I could see everything she was doing with crystal clarity.
The employee slid her skirt down her hips.
Beneath the H-line skirt, a tiny pair of panties revealed themselves.
It felt like my eyesight had suddenly improved to superhuman levels. My perfectly average vision—0.6 in both eyes during my military physical—had zoomed in on the dark shadow at the center of those thin panties and burned the image straight into my brain.
The seaweed covering a plump clam, and the scrap of fabric clinging precariously over it.
“Wh-what is this all of a sudden…! Please put your clothes back on!”
But the employee didn’t pull her skirt back up. Instead she stood there blushing, a faint smile on her lips.
The interviewer continued as if nothing unusual was happening.
“Mr. Cha Dohyuk. Would you please rip the panties the employee is wearing?”
“Excuse me?!”
What kind of ridiculous— No, what kind of gracious request was this? I had come for a job interview and now I was being ordered to tear an employee’s underwear.
“Did you not hear me? I said rip the panties off the female employee standing in front of you. If you can’t do it, you may leave right now.”
Leave?
That would mean certain rejection.
I couldn’t give up on the dream of landing a job at a major corporation like this.
I lowered the hands covering my face and stared boldly at the employee’s lower body.
When I looked directly at her, the smile on her face faltered and her cheeks burned bright red. She really was embarrassed.
The employee’s Y-zone was truly mouthwatering. Those plump curves, the way she twisted her thighs together in shy discomfort—it was all exactly my type.
“...You really want me to rip them?”
I forced my overheated brain to cool down.
Hoo… Let’s keep work and personal matters separate. This is a lingerie company. In an underwear company, this kind of test is probably just another day at the office.
After rationalizing it that way, I felt much calmer.
As I steadied myself, the interviewer added an explanation.
“Mr. Cha Dohyuk, our company values function and material just as much as design. The panties our interview assistant is currently wearing are a new prototype we’ve been preparing with great ambition.”
“...I see.”
“The concept is simple. They provide comfortable wear for daily use, but during intimacy they add visual sexiness to stimulate masculinity and help improve marital relations. Clinical results also show that sex that begins with roughly ripping the panties is exceptionally effective in treating male erectile dysfunction.”
“Who on earth researches things like that? I’ve never heard anything like it in my life.”
“Anyone working at a lingerie company should always stay informed on this kind of specialized research. Could you describe in detail the sensation you felt at your fingertips when you rip the fabric? That is the final question of this interview. The more erotic the rip, the better.”
The interviewer’s expression was utterly serious.
Which meant this wasn’t a cruel prank meant to humiliate the candidate, nor was it a hidden-camera show. This woman was desperately searching for talent for the sake of her company’s future.
Her sincerity reached me.
“Yes. I understand.”
“Good. Go ahead. There’s no time limit, so take as long as you like.”
I had to approach this sincerely as well. With a determined expression, I fixed my gaze on the employee’s panties.
If I answered bravely and then hesitated or groaned, any chance of passing would vanish.
I needed a strategy.
First, the material was completely different from ordinary men’s cotton underwear. The fabric was covered in tiny holes; I honestly wondered whether it could function as proper underwear at all. It seemed to exist purely to look beautiful.
But from the perspective of my mission—ripping them—it was an excellent design.
Especially noticeable were the unusually large holes beside the floral embroidery on either side of her pussy. Four holes positioned at the corners of a square. They were big enough that the pale texture of the employee’s inner-thigh skin was completely visible through them.
Large enough for thick fingers to slip inside with room to spare. If I shoved a finger in and yanked left and right, I was certain I could tear it open in one motion.
Swish—
The moment I reached out toward the woman’s panties, one concern arose. To insert my finger into that hole, I would inevitably have to brush against her most intimate area.
That meant I would end up touching her bare flesh whether I wanted to or not.
I glanced up at the employee’s face.
Her cheeks were fully flushed. She looked down at me with moist, glistening eyes.
The look seemed to say, If you’re going to do it, hurry up. She was probably just another pitiful office worker forced to offer her pussy because her boss had ordered it.
“...Is this all right? I’m going in.”
She gave a silent nod. Wordless consent.
In that case, I wouldn’t hold back.
I pushed my finger into the hole.
Rustle.
The sound of curly hairs being pushed aside tickled my ears.
The vivid texture of those hairs wrapping around my fingertip. It had been a long time since I’d felt another person’s—let alone a woman’s—pussy. All the blood in my body rushed straight down.
My cock twitched hard.
Ugh…
Hoo… Calm down. This is an interview. If I get hard here, it’ll turn into an irreversible embarrassment. Just rip the panties cleanly and walk out with an acceptance letter. I started singing the national anthem inside my head, all the way to the fourth verse.
The waters of the East Sea… Baekdu Mountain… until they dry and wear away…!
It seemed to help a little. I carefully moved my finger upward and hooked my nail firmly on the edge of the hole. Then—
“Hngh…”
The employee’s legs trembled as she let out a strange, sweet nasal sound.
When I looked up, she was frowning, biting hard on her lower lip. That expression looked exactly like she was begging, “Hurry up and rip it, baby…”
Was I reading too much into it? Whatever.
I checked the interviewers’ faces too. All three had their fists clenched tight, watching the movement of my fingertips with frightening focus.
“Hurry…!”
“Mr. Cha Dohyuk, rip them already!”
Soon the conversation between them turned unmistakably filthy.
“Yena, are you feeling it? Just from a man’s hand touching you…”
“Look at the way her hips are twitching. She really is nothing but a bitch in heat.”
“Mr. Cha Dohyuk. You’re not allowed to get too excited and shove your finger inside Yena’s pussy? Pfft.”
“Team Leader Shin, why not? This is an excellent chance to gather data on how this lewd girl behaves in front of a stranger.”
What the hell?
Was this really a reputable large corporation?
The way they spoke about the employee named Yena made her sound like a maid or a plaything. From the conversation alone, they were treating her like a whore!
It would have been perfectly reasonable to report this as workplace harassment, yet the interviewers’ eyes were gleaming with excitement they didn’t even try to hide.
Still, she’s supposed to be an assistant manager…
I felt a strange sense of kinship with the sorrows of Korean office workers.
The fastest way to end her humiliation was to rip the panties off quickly and cleanly.
I boldly pushed my finger deeper.
Swish!
Past the hair, I touched slippery, burning-hot flesh. Sticky arousal juice coated my finger.
“Ahngh…!”
“...Excuse me.”
I drew in a breath and,
with every ounce of strength I possessed, yanked both hands apart.
Riiiiip—!
The lace fabric tore perfectly in a vertical line.
Like a theater curtain opening for the protagonist’s entrance. The thin barrier hiding Assistant Manager Yena’s red, plump secret was gone, revealing everything to my eyes.
“...Ohhh!”
I couldn’t hold back the admiring groan.
With only a single scrap of fabric removed, a faint but powerful pussy scent slammed into my nose. Slightly fishy, yet maddeningly arousing—it was the kind of smell that attacked every nerve ending.
At that exact moment—
Scraaape!
The sound of chairs being shoved back roughly filled the room as all three interviewers stood up at once.
In urgent voices, they asked me,
“Mr. Cha Dohyuk…! How did it feel? The sensation in your hands!”
“...It felt incredible. The ripping sensation was outstanding.”
“Good, you say. In that case… please stand up from your seat right now.”
Wait.
Stand up?
I was currently in a state of complete, rock-hard erection!
It might not make sense to pitch a tent in the middle of an interview, but how the hell was I supposed to stay calm with a plump, glistening pussy right in front of me?!
“Th-that is…”
“Hurry!”
Ah, screw it.
When told to do something, I do it.
Resigned, I slowly rose from my chair.
In the end, in front of four women, I revealed my furious cock standing tall enough to burst through my pants.
A heavy silence filled the interview room. Then—
Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap!
A standing ovation erupted.
The interviewer with the red glasses smiled with satisfaction and announced my acceptance along with the applause.
“Mr. Cha Dohyuk. You’re hired. Please begin work tomorrow.”
“Th-thank you!”
With the tattered remains of the panties still dangling between her legs, Assistant Manager Yena was smiling faintly as well.
“...Congratulations.”
It was a ragged… summer.