Interview Prep
A few days had passed since Suhee went to the observation club with Jeongun.
"Haa…"
The afterglow lingering in her, though, was enormous.
The countless spectators. The glass walls. And the place in the central hall Jeongun had pointed to, saying next time it would be there.
That spot didn't even have a glass wall.
Just imagining the way he'd looked down at her, rubbing the cock he'd just come all over her face against her skin, was enough to soak her between the legs all over again.
Even while she held her phone in one hand and talked with a friend, the thought kept surfacing.
The friend, of course, was Heeju.
There weren't many people she could tell this kind of thing to—and she didn't particularly want to tell anyone else anyway.
Heeju was clearly worked up over Suhee's story.
Between messages, Suhee couldn't keep her hand from drifting down between her legs.
Her slick had smeared across the phone screen, but she didn't particularly care.
"Haah… ahh…"
Explaining it to Heeju while she imagined it all over again had a special flavor of its own.
At some point her replies grew half-hearted, and the room filled with nothing but Suhee's moans.
Heeju prodded her, clearly frustrated by the silence—but conversation no longer mattered.
Her fingers worked faster. Her breath grew shorter.
Just a little more and she felt like she could tip over the edge.
Heat pooled heavy and thick in her lower belly; her hips began to tremble and seize.
Then, as if determined to interrupt her, her phone buzzed hard with an incoming call.
"Haa…"
Right on the brink, Suhee exhaled and checked the screen.
She'd been sure it was Heeju. It wasn't.
"Oh—Mom."
"Hey, Suhee."
A call from her mother.
There was no way she could finish what she'd been doing. Suhee took her hand away.
The frustration was thick, but there was nothing for it.
And the conversation itself turned out to be fairly important.
Apparently the company she was supposed to join had reached out asking her to come in for at least a light interview.
She wondered why a nepotism hire even needed one—but with other people watching, they must have wanted her to show up once for appearances.
"Okay, got it."
"Good. Don't forget the date, and wear a suit. Understood?"
"Don't worry."
The moment she hung up, Heeju went nuclear.
Apparently she'd been calling nonstop, driven half-mad by Suhee's silence.
"What the hell, Suhee."
"What, Heeju."
"Dude, what—were you on the phone with that guy?"
"Hey, no."
"Then what?"
"Uh… they called and told me to come in for an interview."
Heeju wasn't only a friend for dirty talk, so there was no need to hide something like this from her.
She'd always been wildly envious of Suhee landing a job this way.
"Whoa, so you're gonna be a working adult now?"
"Who knows. I could bomb the interview."
"Yeah, right. You're going in on a referral. Ugh, I wanna get a job too. I'm so sick of school."
"Still, playing around is nicer…"
"Dude, you need money to play. Lee Suhee—don't tell me you're gonna start charming all the guys there too, huh?"
"Come on, it's still a company."
"You never know. But married guys are off-limits, okay? You know that, right?"
"Ugh, I know. I'm not even interested anyway."
"Not interested, my ass. You ran around seducing half the professors."
That was true enough.
If anything, the ones who already had something were worse about it.
There had been a few unusual cases, but once people like that fell for Suhee, they tended to sink even deeper and never climb back out.
Still—how to put it now.
She was a little worried.
No matter what, once she was earning her living at a company, she'd have no choice but to be more careful.
"Anyway, when you get your first paycheck, buy me something good."
"Fine, okay. Sheesh."
"And ask about that club for me too. Got it?"
"Got it."
Listening to Heeju go on about the observation club, Suhee found herself thinking that the three of them enjoying it together would be incredibly filthy.
It was that kind of club anyway—there probably weren't any limits on numbers.
And if two women were allowed, then several men would be too.
Whether Jeongun would permit it was another question.
That last look in his eyes had burned with pure, blazing possessiveness.
By the time the back-to-back phone calls finally ended, even masturbating had lost its appeal.
Maybe it was because something as important as an interview was looming.
Suhee didn't usually get nervous, but this time was a little different.
In a way, it could turn out to be one of the more significant moments of her life.
And since she was going in on a referral, she also wanted to make a good impression.
"Hmm."
She pulled out the suit-style clothes she owned and looked them over one by one.
Anything too tight seemed like something she should avoid—but most of her blouses still clung snug across the chest.
If she sized the top to fit, the bottom hung too loose. There was no helping it.
In exchange, she chose a slightly longer skirt.
Even so, once she sat down it would ride up just above the knee.
The jacket she picked was the most demure-looking one she had, and the shoes were plain, with no flash or glitter.
For Suhee, it was an extremely modest, well-behaved outfit.
Compared to the suit she'd worn to the study group, it was night and day.
Back then she'd had at least some intention of charming the men. This time, the outfit had none of that at all.
"Let's see…"
She laid down paper, put on the shoes, and stood up in front of the full-length mirror, turning this way and that.
It was definitely the kind of suit you saw on ordinary people walking down the street.
Of course, because it was Suhee wearing it, it was still more than enough to turn heads.
The clothes weren't skin-tight, but even at this level they had no trouble showing off her slender frame and her curves.
If anything, the very plainness of it drew the eye more.
"Not bad."
Suhee, of course, didn't think that far.
It was such a demure outfit that she never imagined anything particular would come of it.
"Ugh, what kind of interview is this."
"Just do it. She's a referral from upstairs."
"A nepotism hire and still—tsk."
Lee Cheongjun, the HR section chief assigned to handle Suhee's interview, was furious.
The nepotism hire part alone sat extremely badly with him.
This wasn't some hole-in-the-wall shop. It was a mid-sized company people actually spoke well of when the name came up.
"Hey now."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it, Chief."
Thinking of all the grinding effort he'd poured into getting hired, then into the fast track to section chief, twisted something ugly in his gut.
The résumé that had come through was pathetic too.
These days you weren't supposed to judge by looks, so there was no photo—which already irritated him—and on top of that she was a complete fresh graduate with zero experience.
If she'd been an ordinary new hire who'd come in the normal way, he might have been kind about it. But a nepotism case, and now he even had to run a sham interview like some kind of special favor.
"She already graduated, right? Wait—what is this. She hasn't even graduated? Is this right?"
"Hey."
"And if I look at her and she's completely wrong for it?"
"If she's really that bad, you report it upstairs. What else."
"So I can be as strict as I want, then?"
"Tsk…"
Cheongjun flicked Suhee's résumé paper back and forth.
There wasn't much more to look at.
Just an ordinary college girl who'd finished university.
No—expected to graduate, so even less than that.
On paper alone, there wasn't a single reason to hire her.
Except for the fact that she was a nepotism hire.
As interview day drew closer, her mother seemed even more worked up than she was.
Suhee sent back a calm reply, but she was a little nervous herself.
From college up until now, she could say she'd lived pretty comfortably on her looks and her well-built body—but somehow she had the feeling that wouldn't work as well at a company.
It felt like stepping into the real adult world.
Jeongun had told her more than once that she could just stay and work at the café with him.
But Suhee had a kind of romantic notion about this.
Every time she saw office workers in their suits, she'd thought they looked cool.
She was too wound up to sleep easily, but with the carefully pressed suit laid out beside her, Suhee forced her eyes shut.
"Hwaa…"
Whether from nerves or not, Suhee hadn't slept deeply. She opened her eyes looking rumpled.
She worried her face might be a little puffy, but there wasn't much time left for a proper skincare routine.
She got up quickly, washed, did her hair, and put on the suit she'd prepared the night before.
"Ugh."
Sitting at the vanity and looking at her face, she confirmed it—not her favorite condition.
The suit fit her body well enough, but her face still looked a bit undone.
Nothing for it. She layered on light makeup the way she always did and covered it up.
"Whoa. This is the place?"
Arriving at the company at the address she'd been given, Suhee felt her confidence dip a little.
The building was bigger than she'd expected, and the people coming and going were endless.
Can I even do well working somewhere like this? The thought crossed her mind—but she'd come this far. There was no backing out now.
"Excuse me…"
She approached the man sitting at the reception desk.
"Yes, how can I help you?"
"Ah—I'm here for an interview today…"
"Ah… oh… hmm. Yes. One moment."
The employee had been told someone special was coming in for an interview, and seeing Suhee, he was a little startled.
He'd wondered what kind of impressive person would get an opportunity like this—and at least on looks alone, he decided she more than qualified.
While he asked her to wait and she stepped back, that impression only deepened.
Those long, well-shaped legs. The smooth stockings.
It was an extremely modest kind of suit, and yet she drew the eye more than anyone else around.
And those breasts…
"Hello?"
Section Chief Lee Cheongjun's voice came through on the line he'd already connected, and the desk employee cut his thoughts short.
"Ah, Chief. The interview candidate is here…"
"Oh, is she? Perfect. Send her up."
"Understood."
At the tone in Lee Cheongjun's voice—like a man who'd been waiting for this—the desk employee tilted his head.
It was almost unlike his usual personality; he sounded thoroughly pissed off.
"Miss."
"Ah, yes."
"Take the elevator over there up to the ninth floor. Someone will come out for you."
"Ah, thank you."
Click. Click. Click.
"Tsk…"
Watching Suhee's figure from behind as she walked away, the desk employee swallowed hard.