A Date with Jihyun

I'd succeeded in making Eunmi my slave, but there were still tasks left on my list. First on the docket: Nam Jihyun needed to become mine the same way, which meant putting real work into her as well.

Jihyun was a different animal from Eunmi, though. Where Eunmi relished the carnal side of things, Jihyun was still the younger of the two, and she treated me like a boyfriend more than anything else. I'd managed to paper over her suspicion about Eunmi and me—her need to be sure that dating me was the right call in the first place—but left unattended, that problem was a time bomb primed to go off someday.

If I wanted Jihyun as my slave just like Eunmi, I had to break her in until she couldn't live without me. Without me—no, without my cock.

And then there was Kim Seonju from our team.

That haughty bitch… Even in front of me, her own team leader, she'd glare with those wide, defiant eyes and fire off her barbs, nose in the air. If I wanted that high-and-mighty Seonju pinned beneath me, moaning, I'd need the right catalyst—some kind of trigger.

And then there was also…

"Hey, so when are you getting around to that last wish?"

The Genie. Yes, this guy.

Lately he'd done nothing but nag at me to hurry up and spend my final wish. The moment I hit the smallest obstacle, he'd start singing the same old tune—just wish it away, problem solved, easy as that.

"So when exactly are you planning to make your third wish?"

Would you shut up already! Don't you go around saying you love observing human desire? Then observe mine and quietly keep your mouth shut!

"Tch. Your desires are laid bare either way. You're the only one refusing to look."

Then why don't you tell me! I'd wish for exactly that.

"Can't do it. That would violate my purpose for existing. I'm the one who makes people realize their hidden desires—not their tutor."

Isn't that the same thing? Besides, my first wish hasn't even finished coming true, so sit tight!

"Kukuku… Didn't you make your second wish before the first one was even complete?"

He was right, now that I thought about it—the second wish, the King of Stamina, had also been spoken before the first was fully granted…

Hey, Genie.

"What?"

So this King of Stamina, my second wish—what exactly can it do?

"Meaning what, precisely?"

The limits. How many times a day can I finish? If I want to, can I hold out without coming, indefinitely…

"My power is rooted in reality. You already know full well what happened to the size of your cock… Within the bounds of human capability, your ability makes you the King of Stamina. But it is nothing that transcends humanity. Hammering away for hours on end? Your muscles simply won't hold out."

So it's an ambiguous sort of power… Maybe I should have wished for something different back then…

"Ambiguous? Kukuku… Stack yourself up against other men and I doubt those words would survive. Your potential has already been drawn out to its fullest. And besides—no matter how things had gone, your desires would have driven you to wish for that ability eventually."

So my second wish had been tied to my desires?

"It was. Every human who ever wished upon me was the same. In the end, all they were doing was speaking their desires aloud."

Talking with the Genie was always like this—riddles wrapped in riddles, never quite landing anywhere.

In any case, right now I had a more pressing assignment to deal with: the Jihyun problem.

All the more so when messages like these came in.

I was in the thick of my rounds managing client accounts when Jihyun's message popped up while I sat waiting at a light.

By the time my appointment with the client wrapped up and I stepped outside, the workday was nearly over. I should have gone back to the office to turn in the car, but that would push me past quitting time.

Since Jihyun was the one who'd asked to see a movie anyway, it seemed just as well to drive off with the company car as it was and return it tomorrow morning.

I pulled out my cell phone and called the General Affairs office. Eunmi answered.

With a cock-sleeve stationed in General Affairs, my errands practically ran themselves. Seeding the company with a few women like this really was convenient, I thought to myself.

Should I make the girls in HR my slaves too, while I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was at it?

"Kukuku… Your confidence is climbing so high it's forgotten where the sky is."

Heh heh. Let's just call it all thanks to you, Genie.

After hanging up, I texted Jihyun.

Twenty-one-year-old Jihyun really was a ray of sunshine. Was this what they called the positive energy of youth? Just exchanging messages with her put me in a good mood for no particular reason.

And where in the world would you find a greater pleasure than turning a cute, sunny twenty-one-year-old overflowing with that bright, positive energy into a slave of my cock?

Swearing that today, without fail, I would make her mine, I pressed down on the accelerator.

Quitting hour had slowed the roads to a sluggish crawl, which worked out nicely: the time Jihyun got off work and rode the subway to OO Station matched up almost exactly with my own arrival.

I was nearing the station when Jihyun called.

"Oppa! Where are you? I just got off the train."

"Yeah, I'm here too. Come out Exit 2."

I pulled up near Exit 2, and before long Jihyun came walking up the stairs.

Today she wore a white-and-yellow linen dress with strappy heels, her hair set ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in loose waves—she'd clearly dressed up properly for a date.

"Jihyun, hop in!"

"Whose car is this?"

Her eyes went round as she opened the passenger door and climbed in. With the SUV riding high and her own height on the petite side, swinging herself up into the seat spread her legs apart for a moment, baring the milk-white thighs beneath her short linen dress in full view.

"I was out with clients all day, remember? It's the company car. I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠turning it in tomorrow."

"Oh, you didn't return it yet. Then today's date just got more convenient, huh~"

She grinned sweetly as she buckled her seatbelt.

"What, you like a man who has a car?"

"It's not that, but… getting around on the subway or the bus in heels this tall really is a hassle, you know."

"Then why not wear something comfier?"

I didn't mean a word of it. My taste ran to exactly this—tall heels, the sexier the better. This suited me just fine.

"Geez… it's because I wanted to look pretty, okay…"

"Heh heh, Jihyun, you already look pretty."

"Really?"

"Heh heh, yes. What showtime? Did you book tickets?"

"No, not yet."

"Then let's eat first when we get to the theater. That building has a food court and a restaurant strip, doesn't it? We'll grab dinner there."

"Okay, sure."

With Jihyun aboard, I headed for the mall parking garage where the theater was. Come to think of it, this was the first time since the two of us had gotten tangled up together that we were meeting in anything resembling a date. Normally I'd head straight to her place after work, and we'd be too busy devouring each other to think of anything else…

"Am I really pretty?"

"I said you are."

On the drive into the garage, Jihyun twisted in her seat to face me, asking with a smile—satisfied with my answer, apparently.

"How am I pretty?"

How was she pretty…? Her creative question briefly crashed my brain.

"Hmm… your clothes suit that fresh, lively energy of yours. And that skirt's short enough that you look sexy, too."

"Sexy?"

Jihyun slid between formal and casual speech without even noticing, the two registers mixing as naturally as breathing.

"Yeah. Sexy."

"More than Eunmi unnie?"

Ah, another comparison to Eunmi?

"Today, you're sexier than Eunmi."

"How so?"

"A cute girl like you, with a sexy side tucked away underneath? That's sexier by far. Eunmi's… well, Eunmi's just sex out loud. Yours is the understated kind."

"So Oppa, which do you like—cute girls or sexy ones?"

"Cute ones who ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠are also sexy."

"Ahaha! What a smooth line!"

"I'm the ace of the Sales Department, you know. What's with that reaction? Heh heh. Still, I'll admit I like a girl with some sexiness to her a little more."

"Hee hee. Then I dressed right for today."

My words had Jihyun grinning ear to ear, clearly delighted. So she was still hung up on Eunmi's existence after all.

"Eunmi's a woman with nothing going for her but sexy… but me, getting to go on dates like this with a cute-and-sexy woman like you? I like it all."

With that final remark, Jihyun beamed, visibly in high spirits. Keep her feeling this good, and making her my slave would come that much easier, wouldn't it?

I parked in the mall garage and headed to the restaurant strip with her. We ducked into a pasta place, and over the meal we booked our movie tickets.

It was a romance scheduled at the perfect hour—finish dinner, catch the show right after.

She stuck to me like a real lover and looped her arm through mine. Through the thin linen of her dress, her springy breasts pressed against my forearm.

Watching her walk off to fetch the popcorn, I wanted nothing more than to strip her bare on the spot. The hem of that thin dress rippling around Jihyun's delicate figure—petite, yes, but without an ounce of excess flesh—fluttering open now and then to offer glimpses of her inner thighs… quite a sight to savor.

The strappy high heels she'd chosen to disguise the short stature she was so self-conscious about made her ass wiggle obscenely with every step she took.

Even the men passing by were sneaking glances at her legs, one after another.

Today, I'd wind Jihyun up to the limit and have her declare herself my slave, same as Eunmi did!