Study Group 1
“Haa……”
The sigh that slipped from Suhee was a little different from the ones that came when she was flushed with heat.
Time was moving along, steady and unbothered.
Even if landing a job was basically a done deal through connections, the thought still crept in now and then—was it really all right to spend every single day chasing thrills?
Back in college there had been lectures to attend, at least. Something that kept the guilt at bay.
“Nnh.”
Lately, though, there was none of that.
Just working out, having sex, eating.
She felt like some animal that did nothing but breed. Not that it was bad, exactly.
It was more that even playing around had started to wear a little thin.
“Maybe I should try a study group or something?”
And if she was going to do it, she wanted to slip in among actual office workers.
It might not be easy, but she at least wanted to try.
Lounging on her side, Suhee toyed with her phone.
"Yeah? Hello?"
“It’s me. Heeju.”
"What? I’ve got class. Don’t tell me you’re dragging me out again?"
The second she picked up Suhee’s call, Heeju’s mind went straight to going out. She still seemed a little sore about passing out mid-sex last time.
“No, it’s not that. I just wanted to ask you something.”
Suhee held her on the line even as Heeju insisted she had to get to class.
"A study group? Hmm…… everyone’s students around here, though. Want me to ask around?"
“Ah, if possible……”
She laid it all out for Heeju. More than a student study group, she wanted to squeeze in among working adults if she could. A little dress rehearsal, maybe. Plus genuine curiosity about something new.
"Hmm…… yeah? Well, there are some seniors who already graduated. I’ll ask. But these days people find that stuff online more, don’t they?"
“Oh, really?”
Apparently Heeju had already forgotten about class, because she kept chattering on.
“Ahh, okay, I get it.”
"Right? They probably won’t let just anyone in…… but someone like you? They’d practically bow and take you."
“Hey. I’m seriously only going to study, okay?”
"Pfft. Ohhh, sure you are."
They kept cackling until Heeju nearly jumped out of her skin realizing how late she was for class.
“Wow. This is actually not easy.”
Following Heeju’s advice, she’d dug through the internet and messaged a few study groups—none of it had gone anywhere useful.
Most of the groups on the working-adult communities were strictly for people already employed, and even with a job lined up, Suhee wasn’t heading into some massive conglomerate. That alone was enough for most of them to shut the door.
“Hmm……”
After a moment’s thought, Suhee changed her messenger profile picture. The community profile photo, too.
Of course that would reel in a few people with the wrong motives, but she figured she could sort those out easily enough.
It was a shot from when she’d gone surfing with Heeju. Not overly sexy at a glance—but look closer, and Suhee’s killer figure came through loud and clear.
She left a short post on the community saying she was looking for a working-adult study group, then set her phone aside.
In the brief stretch it took to drink some water and use the bathroom, a whole stack of private messages and comments had already piled up.
The reaction was so different from when she’d inquired with a default profile picture that Suhee let out a short laugh as she scrolled through them.
There was even a message from a group that had turned her down before.
That was a far cry from the earlier line about how unfortunate it was that she wasn’t already working—but this group was still the closest thing to what Suhee had pictured as ideal, so she gave it some real thought.
A study group of men in their early thirties, all office workers. She could pick up all kinds of useful information, and when it came to handling men, Suhee was a seasoned pro. It wouldn’t be hard.
And watching them flip the second she swapped her profile to a bodysuit photo only made it look easier.
“Should I go with this one?”
With the response so completely different from before, Suhee took her time checking the rest of the messages and comments.
A few were blatantly about balancing the gender ratio, and those actually put her off. Places like that felt less like study groups and more like mixer setups from the start.
So she decided to join the one she’d liked from the beginning.
She’d told herself to stay relaxed, but when the appointed day actually arrived, a little flutter of nerves set in.
Meeting new people was always equal parts excitement and tension.
And this time the crowd was different, somehow. Every single one of them was a working adult. Even the meeting time was after a normal workday.
“Hmm…… what to wear……”
She’d thought about just throwing something comfortable on, then changed her mind. They’d all be coming straight from the office in something halfway presentable. Showing up alone in sweats or leggings would look ridiculous.
A full suit, on the other hand, felt like overkill.
After a long stretch of indecision, Suhee pulled out a white shirt and a pair of jeans.
Nothing overdone—clean, put-together, and still showing off her pretty figure to full effect. The shirt clung tight enough that an ordinary person might have found it a little stifling, but on Suhee it looked perfect. The curves came through, the narrow waist came through. Everything that should stand out stood out; everything that should tuck in tucked in.
And the jeans, likewise, molded to her legs like a second skin. Not painfully tight, but like the shirt, they put her lovely leg line on generous display.
She tidied her hair just enough and swept it to one side.
“Not bad.”
Even to her own eyes, it worked. If anything, it felt a touch more mature than her usual leggings-and-go look, and she liked that.
“Hello.”
“Oh, you’re here.”
“Hi there.”
“Come on in.”
“Nice to meet you.”
There were more people than she’d expected, and Suhee was mildly startled. On top of that, she was the only woman. Walking into a cluster of five neatly dressed men, she couldn’t help drawing every eye in the room. She was also the youngest by a clear margin.
“Oh……”
A few faintly surprised expressions mixed into the greetings, and that was enough to ease her nerves. If anything, she felt more at ease. Those looks were familiar territory.
Of course, given their age, nothing was too blatant. Being a study group probably helped keep things in check, too. Back in her college days, or at drinking tables with other men, that kind of gaze had always been followed almost immediately by something sticky in the air. There was a hint of it even now—but it was much cleaner, much more restrained.
When she sat in the seat they’d set aside, the shared eye level only pulled more attention her way.
After a quick round of introductions, Suhee listened through the various explanations. The studying itself was mostly TOEIC and English vocabulary—nothing that looked difficult.
“Ahh, okay. That sounds fine.”
“If you’ve got any questions, just ask whenever.”
“Man, the vibe’s already better with you here.”
The study group turned out better than expected.
For one thing, the men weren’t openly broadcasting sexual interest, and that was oddly refreshing. Their eyes did start clinging more as time went on, of course—but that much was so familiar it barely registered.
Over several meetups, Suhee also got to ask plenty of questions about office life.
“Oh, so there are companies where you don’t even have to wear a suit?”
“Sure. Though you still can’t show up looking like a total mess.”
“At our place the dress code is completely free.”
“Oh, I see…… I’ve actually kind of wanted to try wearing a proper suit.”
“Is that right? Do you already have one ready?”
“Oh, of course.”
A few pairs of eyes around the table lit up. Suhee always came to study in jeans; they wouldn’t have minded seeing her in a skirt. Stockings, too, while they were at it.
“You should wear it next time, Suhee.”
“Yeah, we’ll give you a proper review.”
“Oh, I like that.”
“Should I?”
It varied by company, but a woman in office attire still hit a certain fetish for a lot of men. Especially when she was as pretty and as well-built as Suhee. Even now, the way that tight shirt hugged her upper body was no joke. Add a short skirt, stockings, and heels on top of that……
Gulp.
A few Adam’s apples bobbed as they swallowed. Decorum kept them from saying anything crude to her face, but they were still men. Wanting to see was only natural.
“We should do a dinner out sometime, too.”
“I’m down.”
“Right—kind of a welcome party for Suhee, set the mood.”
The conversation slid toward drinks, and the energy climbed with it. Suhee didn’t mind. If anything, she enjoyed those kinds of looks. Across several study sessions, the complete lack of that undercurrent had actually left her a little disappointed.
She liked filthy things more than anyone.
A shirt more formal than anything she usually wore. A pencil skirt that fell just above the knee. Black pantyhose. It was the textbook office look, pushed just a little past the line. Throw on a thin blazer and it was like she’d distilled every office-lady fetish into a single outfit.
The stockings weren’t a high denier, so a faint suggestion of bare skin showed through—and that alone was intensely provocative. The skirt pulled taut across her hips, cinching her pelvis in a way Suhee rather liked. Every piece of the outfit felt molded to her body.
She finished it with black heels. Nothing flashy, but the moment Suhee stepped into them, a subtle, lingering sensuality seemed to radiate off her.
It wasn’t drinks right away—study first, then the after-party—so she headed for the agreed location. Every time her heels clicked, the men who glanced her way found it hard to look away. That clinging skirt put her wide hips on full display, then dropped into a line so dizzying it nearly made the eyes lose their footing.
Against those broad hips, her slender calves shifted and flexed inside the stockings; one man looked so thoroughly hypnotized that his girlfriend had to pinch his arm before he could finally tear his gaze off Suhee. The regret on his face was plain enough.
“Is this the place?”
Today’s meetup was at a reserved study café. The location was right in a busy district, packed with people—and even in that crowd, Suhee stood out without trying.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
The sound of her heels climbing the stairs turned every man’s head, and her face came into view first, bit by bit. Then, from the shoulders down, that clean, body-hugging office look gradually revealed itself—and soft sounds of appreciation slipped from their mouths.