Making a Move on Nam Jihyun
"What promise?"
"I told you, I promised Jihyun we'd grab a meal together today. How am I supposed to walk around outside like this, with no panties on..."
Jihyun? Nam Jihyun from Customer Service?
"You mean Nam Jihyun from Customer Service?"
At my question, Eunmi nodded, though her gaze had already drifted back to the panties — the ones stained with my cum and her own pussy juice.
Genie! Genie! Answer me!
- What is it?
Thanks to my wish, the mind control was working on Eunmi, at least a little. Did the same hold true for Jihyun?
- Yes. That's the synergy of the contract, so it does, to a certain extent. She may put up some resistance at first, but sooner or later, just like with your wish, she'll be moaning beneath your cock. Why do you ask all of a sudden?
So what you're telling me is, even if I put my arms around Jihyun, my body won't stage some kind of revolt — same as with Eunmi?
- That's what I said. So why... Ahh~ I see it now! Kekeke. Well, well — finally moving with a little creativity, are we? Why, you're even setting the table for your own meal. How resourceful of you.
Kekeke... Right, why dither? When opportunity knocks, you pounce.
Wearing a sly smile — the very expression of the Genie himself — I turned to Eunmi and asked.
"So where are you two headed for dinner?"
It was an impulsive decision. But that impulsive decision was precisely what had summoned me to a dinner table with Eunmi and Jihyun. Never in my life had I imagined walking into a family restaurant for the purpose of hunting women. And yet, here I was.
A family restaurant a short distance from the office.
The two women looked more than a little startled by my sudden appearance.
"Team Leader... what brings you here..."
Eunmi stared at me from her seat with the wide eyes of a startled rabbit. She had told me in the bathroom that they were headed to a family restaurant near the office, but she clearly had never dreamed I would actually show up.
"A man living alone has to take care of dinner somehow. Besides, I've been craving Western food all day today, for some reason..."
"I... see..."
Eunmi gave a half-hearted reply and nodded at my smug answer. Awkward as I might have felt, Jihyun looked every bit the same — a wary aura was pouring off her entire body. The wariness radiating from that tiny frame of hers, barely five feet tall, was so fierce that I nearly snorted out loud.
Nam Jihyun, act however you like. Soon enough, you'll be panting under my cock, just like Oh Eunmi.
"If you don't mind, may I join you?"
"Huh?!"
Jihyun blurted back, startled by the question riding on my crooked grin. Running into me here was bad enough for her, but my asking to sit with them apparently flustered her even more. Without so much as a glance in Jihyun's direction, I looked at Eunmi and asked again.
"It's fine, isn't it?"
"Y-yes..."
Under the weight of my silent pressure, Eunmi nodded her reluctant consent. Without wasting a second, I took the seat beside her.
"In exchange, dinner's on me. Sharing a meal with two gorgeous women — naturally, the bill falls to me."
I flashed a smile and looked between the two of them. Across the table, Jihyun looked utterly at a loss for how to arrange her face. Watching her struggle only made it funnier.
Just wait, Jihyun. Before long, one look at my face won't earn that expression from you — it'll earn a blush.
"Really? Hohoho."
"I'm telling you — that's why the manager got stuck in the bathroom and had to text me to bring him toilet paper."
"Hohoho. The manager's so cute."
By the time the meal was winding down, the awkwardness from earlier had melted away somewhere, and our table had turned into an island of pure enjoyment. Bright laughter, pitched just right to carry over the modest din of the family restaurant, rippled from our seats without pause.
Even Jihyun, who had eyed me with suspicion at first, was now laughing along at my stories as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her initial guard had long since crumbled.
Eunmi, for her part, was acting every inch my lover — right in front of Jihyun, no less. She heaped meat onto my plate, giggled at my jokes while stroking my forearm, and managed to startle even me.
And it was plain that Jihyun's reactions to Eunmi's behavior were a spectacle in their own right.
Well... it had only been days ago that Eunmi was the one leading the charge in badmouthing me behind my back. To Jihyun, this abrupt transformation of hers must have been nothing short of astonishing.
Of course, I was more than a little astonished by my own change, too.
When the waitress came by, my old gynophobia was nowhere to be found — I ordered with practiced ease, and in front of these two women I could put on my usual cheerful self without a hitch.
This was all the power of Genie magic. In the end, did all the credit have to go to the Genie...
- Of course it does. Without me, do you really think a worm like you could ever have landed an opportunity like this? You'd have heard those women ripping you apart, shivered quietly inside, and walked on by. Kekeke. I've turned you into a completely different creature.
Kekeke. I couldn't exactly argue with that.
- Speaking of which — what do you plan to do about that woman, Nam Jihyun?
No idea yet. For now, I'll just ride the mood.
- Kekeke. What's this? One success and you're already drunk on it — charging in with no plan whatsoever?
Who was it that told me to flex some creativity? Shut up and watch.
- Kukuku. Fine. Let's see what you've got.
"Excuse me, I'm just going to run to the restroom."
The meal had entered its final stretch, and Jihyun, who had been nursing the last of the red wine, picked up her little handbag and rose from her seat with a smile.
The sight of her walking toward the restroom — the way her ass quivered with every step — made my mouth water on its own.
"Team Leader! Where are your eyes going!"
Apparently reading exactly where my gaze had wandered, Eunmi gave my forearm a light pinch. She was behaving like my full-blown girlfriend now.
"They're my eyes. What business is it of yours where they wander, Eunmi?" I said, cold.
I needed to make our relationship unmistakably clear to her. I had claimed her as my plaything — we were not a couple. Her role was simply to offer up her pussy whenever I wanted, and that was more than enough. If I let this attitude of hers slide with some lovesick grin, it could easily throw a wrench into tonight's plan to devour Jihyun, too.
"I-I'm sorry..."
My cold tone made Eunmi flinch and drop her gaze. Kekeke. That's more like it.
I stroked the bare flesh of her thigh and spoke again, softer this time.
"You didn't go and do something like buy new panties and put them on... did you, Eunmi?"
"No..." she nodded, her voice small.
Somewhere along the way, her face had turned as red as a flushed apple — the very same shade it took on when we had sex.
"How does it feel?"
I asked, brazenly stroking her inner thigh. My hand slipped in and out beneath the hem of her skirt — I had taken the aisle seat with her tucked into the booth, and with the tablecloth draped long over the sides, there wasn't a soul who could see a thing.
"It feels like the wind's been blowing right on my pussy all day long..." she whispered — quiet, but unmistakably seductive.
At her answer, I smiled slowly and slid my hand straight between her legs. With my other hand, I lifted the wine glass from the table and raised it to my lips.
I could feel the thicket between her thighs beneath her skirt. Definitely no panties. As my fingers crept down through the brush, she parted her legs for me, just a little. Her pussy wasn't drenched, but along the slit there was an unmistakable dampness.
"Now that I'm getting a proper look at you, Eunmi, you really are a pervert, aren't you? You're already nice and wet." Setting down the wine glass, I kept tracing her pussy with my fingers and gave her a lecherous grin.
"I don't know... the second I think about you, Team Leader..." Even as she murmured it, she slyly laid her hand on the front of my trousers.
Kekeke. She's fallen for me completely.
Just as I reached for my wine glass again, I caught sight of Jihyun returning from the restroom.
As much as it pained me, I withdrew my hand from under Eunmi's skirt and, as if nothing whatsoever had happened, beamed a smile at Jihyun as she came back. Jihyun returned a small smile of her own.
A smile Jihyun would never have shown me a mere hour ago was now aimed straight at me.
To be honest, unlike Eunmi — haughty enough to be nicknamed the Ice Princess — or Seonju from our Sales Department, Jihyun was the most overflowing with aegyo of the three.
Maybe it came with the territory of Customer Service, but she was always quick with a bright, easy smile.
Unlike Seonju, who went nearly expressionless around the office, Jihyun chatted comfortably with everyone, and her cheerful, easygoing manner meant more than a few of the younger male employees carried a torch for her.
If a popularity contest were ever held, first place would no doubt come down to a pitched battle between the sexy Eunmi and Seonju — but the fans Jihyun drew were far more the earnest, pure-hearted type than those two's.
In a word: if Eunmi and Seonju were the sexy cat and the sly vixen you wanted to spend a night with, Jihyun was the puppy you wanted to come home to.
The hem of Jihyun's dress swayed with every step she took back toward our table.
Her dress — white, dotted with tiny black polka dots — suited her slim figure beautifully. And every time that fluttering hem, falling to about mid-thigh, swayed just so and flashed her slender thighs, I couldn't help expecting they'd offer a flavor entirely different from Eunmi's.
"Now that Jihyun's back... shall we get going? What do you say — we're all in a good mood tonight. How about some karaoke?"
Tossing out the idea of our next destination, I gave Eunmi's thigh a couple of light taps — my signal to back me up.
But before Eunmi could say a word, it was Jihyun who —
"Yes! Let's do it! I love karaoke!"
— answered, absolutely bubbling over with excitement.
Kekeke. Things are going almost too smoothly.