Business Trip - 12
Thirty minutes later, returning to the present—
Seunghyun’s mind was currently filled with thoughts of his beloved wife, Jia.
She’s probably doing it with Ji-wook right now, isn’t she...?
In the sanctuary of their marital home, she would be welcoming another man into her arms—a man who wasn't the husband to whom she had sworn her love.
He imagined her spreading her legs with an expression full of anticipation, and Ji-wook thrusting his 30cm giant cock into her as if to cover her entire being. The thought that her body, which had been stained with his own color, was currently being overwritten by another man’s made his chest feel like it was about to burst.
You knew this would happen sooner or later, didn't you?
No, that’s not it—you were the one who wanted this to happen!
He was the one who had asked for the NTR, and Jia was simply fulfilling that request. She was pressing her skin against Ji-wook’s just as he had desired.
She had already used her hands and her mouth; there was no way she wouldn't do the next step! There was no way they wouldn't be having sex!
Ah... I want to see it!!
He wanted to run back to the hotel room right now and watch it live! No, he wanted to sprint home and see it with his own eyes!
He wanted to rip off his suffocating trousers and let his cock stand tall! He wanted to masturbate while watching Jia moan and writhe under Ji-wook!
He wanted to see Ji-wook’s 30cm giant cock burying itself into her, into her small pussy hole!
He imagined his wife becoming another man’s woman, letting out sweet, pained moans as she was filled to the brim with that cock!
He bit his lower lip hard, trying to suppress his trembling body. He knew that his desire to jump up and leave was nothing more than a single drop of water hitting a scorching iron plate, but he struggled to calm himself down. He was unaware that to the eyes of others, he looked so precarious that it wouldn't be strange if he collapsed at any moment.
"Isn't he going to have a medical emergency at this rate? Shouldn't we let him rest?"
"Everyone wants to rest, but we're all holding on."
"But if he collapses like that, the work and everything else will go to hell, won't it?"
"If the project is delayed, it goes to hell anyway."
Those worried about him suggested letting him rest, but the voices arguing that the situation left them no choice were just as strong. They were desperate for every pair of hands, and if he were to drop out, they wouldn't be able to finish on time. When asked who would take responsibility for that, the counter-argument was who would take responsibility if he collapsed.
Everyone’s nerves were frayed from extreme stress and fatigue, leading to unnecessary bickering. It was Ain who stepped in as a mediator.
"This is an urgent situation, so let's put out the immediate fires while Seunghyun is still able to move. Once we reach a point where we can handle the rest, we'll make sure he gets to rest."
At her words, the staff all nodded and returned to their stations.
"*Sigh*... I know it's hard, but please."
"I have no excuse..."
To Seunghyun, who wore a bitter expression and apologized for being a burden, she waved her hand, telling him it was fine. She left him with a request to let her know if it became too much and not to overdo it, before walking away to attend to her own tasks.
"...He’s acting like a high-and-mighty master. We have to take care of his every need."
A male employee wearing a name tag that read 'Yoo Seung-tae' muttered this with a grumble, glancing at Seunghyun from a distance.
"He'll hear you!"
"Let him hear. He’s the only one walking around with a face like he’s dying. Ha. Everyone else hasn't been able to go home properly for days."
Even though she understood the sentiment, a female employee with a name tag reading 'Lee Na-yeon' scolded him, yet his furrowed brow did not relax. Instead, he just glared at Seunghyun with an even more disgusted look.
"Should I just quit and go freelance? It’d be way better than this."
"I hear you."
Seung-tae and Na-yeon turned their heads at the voice that chimed in. Standing there was Ain, nodding as if in agreement.
"If I had the skills or the reputation to land jobs on my own name, I wouldn't be suffering like this and would be treated better while being called to work. But that’s just not the case."
"...That sounds a bit, you know? Are you saying if you don't have ability, you should just shut your mouth?"
"I am keeping my mouth shut. I only have mediocre skills and can't do anything properly on my own. Plus, I was lucky enough to get into this company and meet such good people—if you ask me if I can give all that up, I don't have the confidence to say yes."
"..."
"There's still a mountain of work left. Save the venting for the after-party. Let's work, let's work."
At Na-yeon’s urging, Seung-tae began to work in silence, despite his dissatisfied face. Ain bowed her head to Na-yeon, expressing both gratitude and sympathy for the hard work, before trotting away toward other staff members who were looking for her.
Seung-tae, watching her out of the corner of his eye, let out a sound that was somewhere between a snort and a sigh, then spoke in a drained voice.
"She’s making people feel awkward."
"It’s not like she’s wrong. If someone asked me if I’d go freelance right now, I’d be too scared to do it. Even if it’s a bit shitty, getting a steady paycheck from a job feels more right for me."
"Why is everyone so fond of preaching today? Just shut up and work quietly."
"Good thinking~. I’ll make sure to join you for the venting and the post-work drinks, so hang in there~."
"...*Ahem*."
Watching him mumble as if he wasn't particularly expecting anything, Na-yeon let out a soft laugh. The sound of turning pages and clacking keyboards began again—but it didn't last even thirty seconds. Leaning toward Seung-tae, she began to whisper.
"About Ain."
"...Didn't you say to work?"
"Just listen. Hasn't Ain changed completely in the last few days?"
"...I don't know."
"Don't pretend you're not interested! She’s suddenly become so feminine! Ain! She always used to hide her eyes because she thought they looked fierce, but now she’s showing them off confidently. Plus, I didn't know because she always wore baggy clothes saying she hated feeling uncomfortable, but wow! Slim-fit clothes look so good on her! She’s like a model! Her legs!"
"Are you an old man?"
"She must have been hiding it because she was always hunched over. Ugh, I feel cheated, it’s frustrating."
"Yeah."
"No, honestly, does this make sense? Can a person change this suddenly?"
"...That just means it’s related to that freelancer, right? The timing of her change overlaps with the collaboration period."
"What the—! You said you weren't interested, but you were watching everything!"
"Ow, ow. Don't hit me with your fist."
"If that’s really the case, oh my god~!! Ain has finally met her destiny~! Kyaa~!"
"Don't make such a fuss. And, that’s not going to happen."
"What~? Why are you so sure? Ah! Could it be, you were aiming for Ain, ah, ow, ow!"
"...That freelancer is married. He’s a husband."
"What?! How do you know that?"
"I accidentally heard him on the phone with his wife. They’re newlyweds, so sweet it’s sickening."
"Really?! Hmm... Ain has started on a difficult path from the beginning."
"What are you saying? Don't go putting weird ideas in her head. That path is hell."
"Just because there’s a goalie doesn't mean you can't score!"
"Having a gatekeeper means they don't want you to come in. It doesn't mean you should try to break through."
"Early-game gatekeeper mobs are there to practice pattern-breaking!"
"Play games in moderation. More importantly, move your hands, your hands."
Knowing it couldn't be helped, but unable to shake the pity, Na-yeon let out a heavy sigh.
To Seung-tae, who looked at her as if she were absurd for being so interested in someone else's business, she chided him, saying he was disappointing.
"You're really so heartless~! She tried so hard to change, but she won't get any reward for it! Ugh, I’m getting depressed just thinking about it... My heart aches for Ain~."
She’s exhausted too.
He looked down at her with a pitiful gaze as she slumped over and began to sniffle. Still, he pushed the keyboard toward her hand, telling her to work.
"..."
It seemed he wasn't entirely without worry, even if he hadn't voiced it. Glancing at Ain, who was working hard with the other staff, he twisted his lips in bitterness.
She really has changed into a completely different person lately.
It wasn't just her appearance; the biggest change was her aura. She used to be so cautious, visibly worried about whether she was bothering others, but now she was the complete opposite—overflowing with confidence. She could convey every word clearly without hesitation, and as if the claim that her fierce eyes made others uncomfortable was a lie, she was now making direct eye contact.
All while wearing a bright, radiant smile so as not to make the other person uncomfortable.
"Doesn't smiling suit her better?"
At Na-yeon’s question, who had been thinking the same thing, Seung-tae nodded in agreement.
"...Yeah, it does."
"If I had known she could smile that brightly, I should have paid more attention to her..."
"...If you don't decide to change yourself, you won't change no matter what people around you say. This time, that zombie just happened to be the catalyst."
"..."
"Above all, if you don't keep the possibility that you can change in your heart, you'll easily miss the opportunity when it comes. Unless someone is constantly blowing wind into your sails from the side. Ain must have been the same."
"...!"
"You don't need to worry about it."
Thump! Na-yeon’s fist lightly tapped his shoulder. To her, who was smiling with a look that seemed to say, "You jerk!", he pushed the keyboard toward her again, telling her to get back to work.
"The new hire is still only doing half a person's work, but Ain is amazing~. We might have to treat her like a superior soon. I’m jealous~."
"If you don't like that, move your hands. Do your work."
"I don't wanna work~!"
"You said you wanted a steady paycheck."
"Heh~,"
Just as he thought, Now maybe I can focus on the work—a loud crash rang out, startling everyone in the room and causing them to turn their heads.
"What was that?!"
"Seunghyun!"
Ain threw the items she was holding onto the floor and rushed over urgently. Where she headed, Seunghyun was collapsed on the floor.