Interview, Part 2
Ha…… damn.
A sigh burst from Manager Lee Cheongjun’s lips. Fortunately, he swallowed the curse before it could escape.
It wasn’t the irritated sound of a man steeling himself before an interview. It was pure, involuntary reaction to the heavy swell of Suhee’s chest and the slim line of her waist. The blouse itself wasn’t designed to be lewd. It was simply the body inside it—the shameless curves that body carved—that stole the breath from his lungs.
“……”
As she slipped off her jacket, Suhee let her chest push forward just a fraction, and she caught his reaction at once. His gaze clung stubbornly to the fabric of her blouse, sticky and insistent, as if determined to map every contour of her body beneath it.
“Ahem.”
The moment he realized where his eyes had gone, Manager Lee Cheongjun cleared his throat and jerked his gaze away. Suhee was mildly surprised, though she didn’t let it show. It had been a while since she’d met a man who held himself back like this. Most of them, even if they didn’t stare outright, kept sneaking glances. The way he turned his whole body aside, as if he’d committed some offense, was novel—and entertaining.
Before she knew it, the pressure of the interview had evaporated.
“Whew. It’s warm in here.”
Suhee hung her jacket over the chair and picked up her cup again. She sipped her tea with soft little sounds, watching Manager Lee Cheongjun all the while. The moment it stopped feeling like interviewer and applicant and started feeling like man and woman, her confidence swelled. She wanted to catch that wandering gaze and hold it. Besides, if they were going to work at the same company, it only made sense to bring him over to her side.
He might look like a man with exceptional self-control—but that hardly mattered to Suhee. Not a single man she’d ever set her sights on had managed to walk away unscathed.
With a soft rustle, she casually crossed one leg over the other and began kneading her calf.
“Ah, my legs hurt.”
The friction of her stockings whispered through the air, and Manager Lee Cheongjun’s gaze—which had only just managed to escape—snapped back to her. He had never in his life heard of an interviewee crossing her legs mid-interview; it was the kind of thing that should have left him speechless with indignation. But before anger could even form, the image of her smooth, bare legs flooded his mind completely.
Every time those long white fingers worked over the calf sheathed in sheer stockings, he felt his throat bob of its own accord, swallowing hard. He had looked at the stockinged legs and neat attire of countless female colleagues without so much as a flicker—and yet here he was, shaken to his core. Something was wrong.
“Nnh…”
“Ah—does it hurt?”
“Oh. Yes. I don’t usually wear heels, so maybe that’s why.”
There was a strange, sultry edge to her voice that he found intensely provocative. Each time she pressed into her calf, the high heel slipped loose from her heel and dangled. He ought to have snapped at her to sit properly—but the words refused to leave his throat. He tried to look away, but his eyes simply wouldn’t obey.
The way she leaned forward made the swell of her breasts, resting against her knees, look obscenely inviting. If he reached out and touched them, he was certain they would feel impossibly soft and springy. The blouse stretched taut over that heavy mass, and with every small movement she made, her chest swayed just slightly.
Even so, for a man like Manager Lee Cheongjun, he was holding up remarkably well.
“Ah. I think I’ve rubbed my heels raw, too…”
The conversation had long since ceased to resemble an interview, but he was past noticing. The longer he spent alone with Suhee, the deeper he sank into her—drunk on the vivid, carnal allure of the body right in front of his eyes.
“Ah.”
A man who still wouldn’t close the distance even after all this was a rare find. Suhee, who had only meant to toy with him a little, felt a spark of competitive fire catch in her chest.
“Um, would it be all right if I used the restroom? I’ve been drinking so much tea…”
“Ah—yes. Of course.”
Suhee rose with a slight stagger. Manager Lee Cheongjun hurried forward, reaching out as if to steady her—but she was faster, catching hold of his arm as he came close.
“Ah, I’m sorry. My legs hurt.”
“It’s fine. Can you stand?”
At the end of his arm he felt the soft give of her hand and forearm. And up close, the rich scent of her body was intoxicating. Her face, too—seen this near, she seemed even more beautiful.
“Yes. Nnh—”
Feigning pain, Suhee leaned lightly into him as she tried to straighten up. Her heavy breasts, trapped in the blouse, crushed fully against his arm. More than the firmness of her bra, it was the soft elasticity of her flesh that lit up his nerves—fast, and hard.
He swallowed.
His self-control was crumbling at speed. All the patience he had cultivated since joining the company as a fresh hire, grinding his way up to manager at a young age—right now, it was hard to believe any of it had ever existed. His eyes and body were reacting like those of a high-school sophomore in the throes of puberty. The question of why he was like this faded almost at once. The moment his gaze met Suhee’s upturned eyes, there was no room left for stray thoughts.
“Haa…”
A sweet breath spilled from between Suhee’s lovely lips—the same breath that had undone so many men before him. She pressed her chest harder against Manager Lee Cheongjun and let her legs wobble. Flush-cheeked, she looked up at him once more and clung with both arms.
No man could withstand the full-body force of Suhee pressing in like that. Not even the famously disciplined Manager Lee Cheongjun. Without meaning to, the hand that held her body began to move. Just a tiny shift. If Suhee had been an ordinary person—if she had flinched or pulled away—everything would have snapped back to normal.
“Nnh…”
“Hah.”
Neither of them spoke. Pressed close, eyes locked, their hands moved with careful deliberation. Either of them sensed that a careless word would stir the thickening air and break the spell. For Suhee, this was all too familiar; she watched Manager Lee Cheongjun carefully, focused on steering the moment. She could feel his hand sliding slowly, so slowly, downward. Keeping that hand from leaving her body was what mattered now.
His fingers trembled faintly as they drifted down her arm. For an instant reason tried to pin instinct back down—then Suhee’s breath brushed his face again, and she pressed herself subtly closer, and his hand slipped free along her side. The moment he touched the vivid, slender body beneath her blouse, something inside him seemed to give way. Even as he thought I shouldn’t be doing this, his hand would not stop. With Suhee’s faintly shy face so near, thought itself went blank. As if bewitched, he stared at her face while his fingertips slowly kneaded the slim, firm body under his palm.
“Ahh…”
Suhee’s voice spilled out low and quiet, a soft underscoring to the moment. And just as his touch grew more blatant, one of her thighs slid between both of his. If the height difference had been greater it might not have worked—but Suhee was tall enough already, and in heels her firm thigh pressed up against his groin. At the same time she drew his arms tighter around her and thrust her chest forward.
“Ah, this is—”
“It’s an interview, right? Isn’t it?”
Whatever Manager Lee Cheongjun had been about to say died in his throat. Even so, the fact that his hands still wouldn’t stop was strange. This was something he would never, under any circumstances, have done—and yet right now he simply could not stop. Honestly, she was just too pretty. Pretty, and her body was incredible. And that sensuality…
He swallowed hard.
“It’s… an interview. Yes.”
“Good.”
The way Suhee said good sounded unbearably suggestive—like permission that, because this was an interview, he could do whatever he wanted. Social convention, etiquette, common sense—none of it mattered anymore. In this room, only Suhee’s words were beginning to feel like truth.
He kept swallowing as he savored the firmness of her body under his palms. Her thigh, wedged between his legs, was pressing insistently against the area around his cock. A man as fastidious as Manager Lee Cheongjun, once he turned, was all the more dangerous—because he would rationalize everything.
“That’s right. Since it’s an interview.”
“Yes. Ask me anything you’re curious about. All of it. Examine me thoroughly.”
Suhee’s slow voice planted certainty deep in his thoughts. With thick, solid fingers he gripped her waist tight.
“Nnh…”
“You’re slim. What’s your weight?”
“Haa… fifty…”
A remarkably low number, as expected of a woman who trained and took care of herself. As Manager Lee Cheongjun’s hands worked over that slender waist, his cock strained forward and up.
For a long while his hands explored her midsection—boldly traveling from the flare of her wide hips all the way up to just beneath her breasts, where he could feel the edge of her bra. The sensation of a woman’s body in that region was almost too good. Especially a torso like Suhee’s, slim yet firm from exercise—running his hands up and down it was as potent as any pill.
“Haa… ah…”
After asking her weight he said nothing more, simply stroking her body over and over, and Suhee began to get aroused herself. Until now she had been calculating, lighting a lewd fire in his mind on purpose—but she no longer needed to, and no longer had the composure for it. She could feel his cock hardening against her knee, rising toward her, and her own pussy was starting to grow wet. These days, it seemed, just the feel of a man’s heavy cock was enough to soak her on its own.
Knock knock knock.
“Hah.”
“Who is it?”
“Ah—are you using the room?”
“Yes. I have an interview today. We’re using it.”
“Understood.”
The voice from outside left Suhee briefly flustered, but Manager Lee Cheongjun handled it with smooth composure. Instead he pushed her gently as he moved toward the door.
Click.
“Since it’s a one-on-one interview, better to lock the door.”
“Haa… yesss…”
From behind Suhee’s back came the metallic scrape and click of the lock sliding home.