Assistant Manager...! That Heavy Thing Isn't a Vape, It's My C...
I felt it before I could stop it—my lower body stiffening up on its own, making its bold claim without any input from my brain.
But Assistant Manager Yena didn’t seem to care whether my cock was standing at attention or not. Her sticky fingers kept pressing and rubbing the tissue against me without pause.
“Assistant Manager…! W-wait a second!”
“Hmm?”
“That’s… that’s enough. I’ll take care of it from here.”
Only then did her hand, which had been vigorously scrubbing my crotch, freeze in place.
Her large, round eyes wavered as they darted back and forth between my face and my groin.
“Huh…? Dohyuk, do you keep something in your pocket? It’s really big… and hard. Wait, is that… a vape?”
“No, it’s not! There’s nothing in my pockets!”
“Come on, you’re lying. I can feel it so clearly against my hand. Hold on, this feels wet too. We should probably take it out…”
She then reached for my zipper with obvious intent, as if she were going to check for herself.
This is insane.
If I let this continue, my first day on the job would end with my monstrously erect cock being discovered by my female superior right here on the pantry floor.
In a panic, I sat up and grabbed Lee Yena’s slender wrist.
“S-Senior! Your skirt is soaked too! This isn’t the time to be worrying about me!”
“Oh my… you’re right.”
“Please stand up. The coffee’s still lukewarm—it could irritate your skin. Ah, this is all my fault for trying to look cool while holding the cup…”
“No, it’s not your fault at all, Dohyuk. You were just trying to catch me when I fell.”
Even as she said that, Lee Yena glanced down at my pants again and continued.
“More importantly, your pants are completely wet on the inside too, aren’t they?”
“…Yes. Pretty much.”
To be honest, the coffee had already soaked through the thin fabric and drenched my underwear as well. Only now was I starting to feel the sticky discomfort.
After hearing my answer, Yena grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.
The look in her eyes as she gazed up at me was noticeably darker than before.
“This won’t do. Dohyuk, I’ll wash them for you right now.”
“…Excuse me? W-wash them? What?!”
“Your pants and underwear, of course. You can’t walk around the office on your first day smelling like coffee. There’s a dryer in the third-floor laundry room. They’ll be nice and dry in an hour.”
“…Then what am I supposed to wear for that hour? I don’t have any spare clothes…”
At my question, Lee Yena gave me a seductive smile.
“Don’t worry about that. What kind of lingerie company would we be if we didn’t have even a single piece of clothing lying around?”
Without giving me a chance to protest, she snatched my wrist and dragged me along. We headed to the laundry room at the very end of the nearly deserted third-floor hallway—the most secluded spot on the entire floor.
She pushed me inside.
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The laundry room was quiet.
Hangers lined the walls, filled with all kinds of sample lingerie. On one side stood massive washing machines, dryers, and clothing stylers.
The entire space carried a faintly sweet scent mixed with a distinctly feminine aroma.
“After we do fitting tests on the sample products, we wash and organize them here. You probably won’t have much reason to come here normally, but it’s good to know.”
“Yes…”
“Alright then.”
Lee Yena stood directly in front of me.
Then, with a determined expression as if she had made up her mind, she gave a small nod.
“Take off your pants.”
“Huh? Right now?”
“I’m going to wash them. Underwear too. Everything.”
“But…”
“Yes?”
“How am I supposed to take them off when you’re staring right at me from so close? I can’t exactly go to the bathroom… or maybe I should go over to that corner? Besides, I don’t have anything to change into right away.”
At my words, Lee Yena casually began rummaging through the pile of underwear hanging on the nearby rack, as if it were no big deal.
A cold sweat ran down my spine.
Was she seriously going to hand me one of those lewd women’s panties from the rack?
…She had definitely said it earlier. In a female-dominated company, the hierarchy was stricter than in the military.
What if the angelic Lee Yena smiled mischievously and ordered me to wear a ‘see-through mesh T-back that dug deep between the cheeks’?
Just imagining it was humiliating. Please, anything but that.
“Ah, found it.”
Thankfully, what she pulled out was a large pair of men’s boxer briefs.
The design had a slightly glossy, risqué sheen, but the generous pouch in the front made it unmistakably men’s underwear.
“Phew…”
A sigh of relief escaped me automatically.
“Change into these. Hand over the wet ones.”
“Yes, understood.”
To give me privacy while I changed, Lee Yena coolly turned around and headed back toward the pile of underwear.
I quickly undid my belt and dropped my pants. The coffee-soaked underwear clung stubbornly to my thighs and pubic hair, making it hard to peel off.
“Hmm-hmm~”
With her back still turned, she was humming a little tune while searching for something.
“It really is nice having a capable new hire in the department. The same boring office routine every day was… getting really tedious.”
“Thank you for thinking so highly of me. I’ll work hard!”
“Good. Very good~”
Using the conversation to buy time, I finally stripped off the damp pants and underwear completely.
I roughly wiped the coffee from my groin with one of the provided towels, then stepped into the underwear she had given me.
But then—
…Huh? Why does this feel so good?
The moment I pulled them up, an involuntary sigh of admiration slipped out.
These were on a completely different level from the cheap cotton underwear I usually wore. The luxurious silk-like material flowed smoothly, hugging every curve of my glans and balls perfectly—snug yet completely without pressure. It felt supportive in a strangely comforting way.
It was so light it almost felt like I wasn’t wearing anything, yet it gently cradled my package. So this was the technology of a major lingerie company.
Even the slightly lewd texture was…
While I was lost in my own admiration, I heard the rustle of fabric from where Lee Yena was standing.
“Senior, I’m done chan—Huk.”
I turned my head without thinking and froze solid.
What I saw was a scene straight out of a strip show.
Since her own skirt and panties were soaked with coffee, she had decided to take everything off for washing.
Gulp.
During the interview, I had ripped her panties with my own hands. This time, she was removing them herself.
And she was doing it right here in this cramped laundry room, with a male junior standing right behind her, without a hint of shame.
I couldn’t look away.
Her plump, snow-white ass was fully exposed beneath her blouse. Then, without hesitation, she dropped her coffee-stained panties to her ankles.
The moment she lifted one leg slightly to pull her foot free—
Between those full cheeks, the vertical line of her plump, reddish pussy—the same one that had captured my eyes last time—peeked out teasingly.
“I’m losing my mind…”
My cock, which had been resting comfortably inside the new underwear, began to swell. It couldn’t handle the soft texture combined with the obscene visual stimulus right in front of me.
Getting hard the second I saw a naked woman—like a damn knee-jerk reaction. This was incredibly inconvenient.
The sex drive of a healthy twenty-three-year-old was completely out of control.
Regardless, Lee Yena had picked up a fresh pair of panties and was sliding them up her legs.
The design looked strangely familiar.
It had the exact same pattern as the ones I was wearing…
“…Wait. No way.”
“……!”
At my involuntary mutter, she whipped her head around, her lower half completely bare except for the panties.
“…Dohyuk? Have you been staring at me from behind this whole time? Aww… how embarrassing.”
“Ah…! No! I-I saw, but I was looking with blurry eyes!”
When I blurted out that ridiculous excuse, she let out a small laugh.
Then, barefoot and without stockings, she began walking toward me.
“U-um… Assistant Manager? Why are you coming over…?”
“What’s this? After you ripped my panties clean off during the interview… you’re acting all shy now?”
“O-of course I’m shy…!”
Before I knew it, her heavy breasts were right in front of my nose.
The overwhelming volume strained the buttons of her blouse to their limit. When she leaned forward slightly, her deep cleavage came fully into view.
My heart felt like it was going to explode.
Ripping her panties… does that really make us this comfortable with each other…?!
I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed hard.
“I just came to get the wet clothes. What on earth were you thinking, getting so worked up by yourself?”
“…Huh?”
She was right.
I had completely overreacted on my own.
She had simply come over to pick up the pants and underwear I had left crumpled on the floor like shed skin.
With a sly grin, Lee Yena gathered my clothes and walked back toward the washing machine, her plump ass swaying with every step.
“Fast wash should take twenty minutes, drying another ten. About half an hour total.”
“Yes…”
“What should we do in the meantime? Want to lean against the washer and do some theoretical training for thirty minutes?”
“Whatever is convenient for you, Senior.”
“Really? Then… If someone outside sees us alone like this, they might get the wrong idea…”
Lee Yena hung a [In Use] sign on the handle outside the door, then stepped back in and locked it with a firm click.
“Uh…? Was locking it really necessary…?”
The moment I asked in confusion, I caught a proper look at her lower half as she turned around—and my words died in my throat.
“Hold on… Senior, the panties you’re wearing right now.”
“Yes?”
The panties sitting on her hips had the exact same pattern as the men’s boxer briefs currently struggling to contain my erection.
“Oh, these?”
Lee Yena ran her fingers slowly down her smooth thigh line and smiled seductively.
“It’s a new sample line of matching couple underwear for men and women. Looks like you and I are wearing couple panties right now, Dohyuk.”
A locked door.
The low, vibrating hum of the washing machine.
And my female superior, standing there wearing nothing but a pair of matching couple panties.
The air inside the laundry room grew thick and heavy with heat.