Chapter 36

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Translator: Ebonarch

Chapter: 36

Chapter Title: Assistant Manager Kim Cheol-ho

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Peering through the bathroom window, I spotted the men's stall door locked shut.

The window itself was latched from the inside, muffling the sounds pretty well.

I mulled it over for a moment, then spotted the massive AC outdoor unit hooked up under the ventilator. Using it as a step, I clambered up to the vent...

The ventilator I'd switched off yesterday was still off!

Forcing myself up on tiptoes, I peered inside through the high-mounted vent.

I could just barely make out the interior... but that flash of pale flesh confirmed my worst suspicions.

And then the voices drifted through.

"Ah... With Hyun-seong around, it's so awkward... What if he finds out?"

"Ah, screw it, you slut. I've been holding out a week, and I'm losing my mind."

"Can't you just wait a little longer?"

"If it was Na-yeon, would you quit pounding a filthy slut-rag like you every week just 'cause she said so? Huh?"

Slap.

The all-too-familiar, meaty smack of a hand striking Mom's massive ass.

Ah.

My head reeled, and I nearly lost my balance, but I clenched my jaw and strained to listen.

"At least Kwak Young-cheol keeps sending those pics—been surviving on those as my damn side dish..."

"He still sends them?"

"Yeah. Heh heh..."

"Damn it... I can't even tell him to stop."

"Anyway, Hyun-seong seems to suspect his mom's turning the office into a fuck shack. You cool with that?"

"...Well, that bastard Kwak Young-cheol rails me at home too, right out in the open... so yeah, he probably knows."

"Oh. American mindset, heh heh... He was thrilled about his son getting into college, but guess that's different?"

"Shut up and make me cum quick... Ha-ut❤!"

My vision went blood-red.

Kwak Young-cheol. I knew Mom was his plaything, but I'd chalked it up to necessity. She was desperate for cash, forced into being his concubine or whatever... Our messy family situation made it somewhat forgivable.

Even going further, her getting humiliated at the office in broad daylight—even if she craved it—I could barely stomach with a thousand concessions.

But...

Fuck. Turns out she wasn't even his exclusive whore...

Random worthless company drones had been casually fucking my mom too?

And not just once—this was ongoing!

When they got to watching sex tapes of her with Kwak Young-cheol, it felt like a brain aneurysm was about to pop.

Hands shaking uncontrollably, I snatched up a hefty flathead screwdriver from nearby and stormed toward the bathroom entrance.

"...Fuck... Fuck."

Teeth grinding, I slipped back into the main building and cracked open the corridor door. Just in time to see Mom emerging from the bathroom and heading into the accounting office.

Phew.

This worked out better, actually.

Once I confirmed she'd entered the office, I waited a beat, then barged into the bathroom—screwdriver gripped tight, murder in my eyes.

Stepping into the unlocked men's stall, there was the guy, perched on the toilet, fiddling with his phone.

"Huh...? Hyu-Hyun-seong-ssi...?"

"Hey. Not a fucking peep."

I seized his collar and jammed the screwdriver against his ear.

"You piece of shit. Why the hell are you fucking my mom?"

"Wha? Huh?! W-Wait just—"

"Shut your trap. Quiet. Yell, and I'll ram this through your eardrum. Fucking scum. Answer my questions. Got it?"

"Y-Yeah..."

I wanted nothing more than to drive it straight through his skull like he'd plowed Mom's pussy—but I forced deep breaths and held back. Instead, I grilled him.

What the fuck was this? How did a pathetic bottom-rung employee like you end up balls-deep in my mom?

Assistant Manager Kim Cheol-ho, a run-of-the-mill 35-year-old guy, was single.

He'd had a girlfriend right up until 29, but she bailed the second he settled into his dead-end used-car salesman gig.

Six years of forced celibacy. On the surface, he played the easygoing saint, laughing it off—but deep down, his sexual frustrations festered darkly. Jerking off to girl cam streams on Melon TV was his entire sex life, and on bad months, he'd blow a third of his paycheck.

Then last August, the boss dragged in that airheaded bitch, Seo Na-yeon. His dick throbbed so hard it hurt—not surprising at all.

Her head was empty as a drum, but that body? Pure succubus material. Especially those wide hips and that insanely voluptuous ass. Firm thighs... Her lower half was a solid 140 out of 100.

He'd tried cozying up at the welcome dinner, being extra nice... but soon sniffed out the boss had dibs and backed off.

'Fuckin' slut... Kwak Young-cheol's gonna wreck her.'

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That left him nothing but fapping at home to fantasies of Seo Na-yeon.

And right on cue—one week flat—every employee knew he'd fucked her.

The boss bragged about it himself.

Not shocking, really—a year back, he'd nearly raped the new accountant, toyed with her, and shared it all in the guys' group chat.

Almost got sued but somehow settled. Seo Na-yeon's fate was obvious.

Of course, his sleazy playbook included pretending to fire the girl for a week to break her in. "Back me up, boys?"

Kim Cheol-ho: Haha, got it.

Classic Kwak move: Dangle cash hopes to hook her, fuck her senseless, ghost her awhile. She'd stew in "fired" despair, missing the money—then he'd spin some bullshit about his wife, resume paying and pounding. All to seize control.

No big reason—just power play. Quick-witted Kim Cheol-ho always played hype man.

The targets? Brainless whores who knew better but played along anyway.

Same drill with Seo Na-yeon. A week later, true to her airhead form, she folded and became the boss's fucktoy.

But unlike the others, she leaned in harder—way past any normal woman's limits.

Most chicks balked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at office sex (fine), let alone the no-panties humiliation after... even for cash.

Not her. She endured his pervy shit for monthly millions(?), and hell, seemed to enjoy it on the sly.

So while others sued or quit sobbing after months, Seo Na-yeon stuck it out as his toy.

Hooked, Kwak ramped up the intensity, pushing filthier kinks.

Eventually, craving stronger thrills, the boss—who'd sworn it was just for him—secretly dumped their sex tape into the employee chat.

Reverse cowgirl on the sofa: Seo Na-yeon mounted atop Kwak Young-cheol's cock, grinding her hips like a whore. Shot so the massive wall mirror captured her reflection.

Camera filming the mirror view.

"Oh fuck...?! This real...?"

Lifelong bachelor Kim Cheol-ho, sprawled at home idly stroking himself, bolted upright like he'd been struck by lightning.

Trembling fingers hit replay. Mirror-Seo Na-yeon stirred again. The office slut he'd only fantasized about—buck naked, jiggling that enormous ass obscenely as she slammed her pussy down on the boss's fat cock. All crystal clear.

'Ahn! Ah! Ahh, gonna lose it, oppa... Ah!'

Her initial teary fear morphed into slutty bliss—mouth agape, drool spilling as the thick shaft broke her.

Amateur shaky cam, nothing pro like Japanese porn. But watching a coworker he saw daily get railed? Unmatched rawness, impossible to ignore.

"Ngh... Fuck... Fuck!"

Kim Cheol-ho couldn't hold back. He unleashed a massive, pent-up load all over the phone screen's Seo Na-yeon.