Thirteen: The Sales Call
The sensation of her index finger stroking across my thigh, gentle as a caress, tickled the skin and stirred something deliciously illicit beneath it.
Since the part I'd worried about turned out to be a non-issue, there was nothing stopping me from giving in to the monster's — no, to Ji-yoon's — seduction.
…No, wait… still, I'd only just met her today…
"I'm thirty-one years old, C-cup, 170 centimeters and 51 kilograms, 15 percent body fat. My name, as I mentioned, is Lee Ji-yoon, and despite the humble title of assistant manager, my track record has made me something of an ace in the insurance industry. I graduated from the economics department of Seryul University, the finest school in this country, and with incentives bundled in, I make about 150 million won a year — an enormous sum for my age and rank, even at a major corporation. Enough that even if you quit working, I could support you for the rest of your life."
As if reading my thoughts, Ji-yoon suddenly reeled off her personal particulars — right down to her ability to keep me fed and housed.
Watching her recite her own records without so much as a hitch, I realized the monster had copied her memories and personality perfectly, down to the last detail.
Ji-yoon lifted her gaze from where her hand had been stroking me to look up into my face, and the stiff, professional smile from before was gone. The corners of her mouth curved up ever so slightly, as if she found something amusing — a small devil's smile.
"When I get home, I keep my body in shape with Pilates and yoga, and a strict diet means I don't carry a single unnecessary gram of fat. Or would you like to… verify for yourself whether I'm telling the truth?"
Pop.
Ji-yoon undid the top button of her white blouse, and a black lace bra peeked out beneath the generous swell of her chest.
"Um… th-that's, okay…"
"You need to learn to be a little more honest with your own desires."
When I averted my eyes in embarrassment, the monster spoke up abruptly in that blunt voice of hers, and threaded through it was something faint but unmistakably coercive.
"Or do you dislike this woman?"
"No, that's…"
I could say with certainty that no man alive could dislike a woman this flawless. It was only the gulf between her and a washed-up laborer like me that made her feel as untouchable as the stars — distant, impossible to approach. But if I could reach her — if anything, if she were the one reaching toward me — there wasn't a single reason to refuse.
"Then there is no problem, is there? Even if you toy with me using perverted acts and ways of thinking that humanity would condemn by their standards, I do not care in the slightest. I said I wished to understand humans, but that is a separate matter from repaying you. As I have told you many times, my survival is guaranteed through you. Survival, and a moment of pleasure. Which of the two appears heavier to you? There is no reason whatsoever for you to feel burdened."
If anything was the problem, it was my own courage — and the monster was telling me it was fine while urging me to find some.
There was something almost funny about a creature encouraging me to spew my desires without restraint, yet at the same time, I found myself genuinely grateful for it.
"Ahem. Okay, I get it… but even if you tell me to do as I please, people don't just change overnight, you know… Still… you've gone this far for me, so I'll try to be a little brave, I guess… Do you, um… ever masturbate?"
Honestly, part of me wanted to pounce on the woman in front of me right then and there, touch her wherever I pleased, and have sex with her on the spot — but maybe because I'd been completely drained yesterday, I decided to keep a slightly cooler head and savor the situation instead.
"My libido is rather low, you see. Still, once or twice a month, I suppose."
It was the kind of sexually harassing remark that would have earned her a tongue-lashing even from her own boyfriend, but the monster wearing Ji-yoon's face said it with a smile, as though it were nothing at all.
The mood and the topic of conversation seemed to be drifting sideways, away from where they'd started — but I'd already come this far, so I made up my mind to pick Ji-yoon's brain from every angle I could. Knowing her better would only make it more exciting, after all.
"So you do masturbate…"
"Why? Did I not look the type?"
Ji-yoon flashed a mischievous grin at me, still unable to shed my embarrassment.
"A little…?"
At my answer, she giggled, then smiled again and replied.
"It is a first, actually — talking to anyone about such a private part of my life. …What else would you like to ask? Ask me anything at all. If it's you, my customer, I'll answer everything. Not just about masturbating — the shameful memories I've always wanted to hide, as well… or perhaps the secrets of my bod—"
"What kind of porn do you watch when you do it?"
The conversation threatened to drift somewhere strange again, so I swiftly changed the subject. Ji-yoon pouted at the abrupt pivot, then answered in a low voice.
"Gay porn."
"…Huh."
That one sobered me up a little.
A flawless beauty like her masturbating to gay porn…
At the same time, it felt like I was secretly peeking into her most private memories without her knowledge, and a strange thrill ran through me.
"Your first time — what was it like?"
"In college, with a fairly handsome upperclassman…"
Ji-yoon furrowed her brow as if recalling that day, then her expression twisted into a scowl.
"…It was awful. No — it was the worst."
"Why?"
"Breaking my hymen did nothing but hurt, and he didn't consider me at all. He was too busy enjoying himself — no foreplay, nothing, he just shoved it in. After that day, I never had a very good opinion of men."
Hmm… so this is what it's like to steal someone's memories, straight from their own mouth. It's kind of fun…?
"And… what about me? Ah — not you, monster. From the perspective of this Ji-yoon person."
Buoyed by some incomprehensible surge of courage, I couldn't understand why I'd asked such a question even as the words left my mouth — and yet some part of me brimmed with anticipation.
"My looks?"
"Y-yeah, exactly."
We hadn't exchanged all that many words, so there really wasn't much to judge beyond appearances.
"Not my type."
"Ugh."
The instant, indifferent answer hit me like a hammer to the chest, and I clutched at myself in agony.
My heart… my heart… ugh…
"I think you are handsome."
"…Thanks."
The monster hastily added its endorsement, but I slumped and accepted it all the same.
I asked a few more questions after that, savoring Ji-yoon's memories and personality through conversation — but once the novelty began to wear thin, I let my mind drift to the video I'd watched a few days ago and thought of something else.
"So, um — ahem! I'd like to try some kind of roleplay…"
"What kind, sir? Anything you like — just say the word."
Ji-yoon's sales smile slid back into place.
Actually doing what the monster said really is embarrassing… no. Be brave.
"I'll be the boss, and at the office I… sexually harass you — Ji-yoon… sshi? I'll just call you Ji-yoon-sshi. Ji-yoon-sshi, that's what…"
It was a scenario straight out of foreign porn, and at the same time a sexual fantasy I'd always wanted to try at least once.
"Ah, I actually have experience with that, so I can make it feel real. Terrible as it was… Then what should I call you?"
"Sajang-nim — 'Boss,' I guess…"
"Yes, Boss Hyun-ok."
Hearing a beautiful career woman call me "Boss" gave me the illusion that I really had become a company president. No matter that it was just roleplay — I never imagined the day would come when anyone would call a laborer's life like mine "Boss" of anything.
"Would you like me to subtly enjoy it? Or should I channel how I felt back then and despise you?"
Ji-yoon handled the arrangements with practiced efficiency, like a secretary streamlining a task, offering me the choices first.
"The contempt version, for now…? But with that quality of resisting but being unable to — that kind of thing sounds good…"
"Understood. Then — what would I be doing right now?
Ah, of course. I'm the one being harassed, so you should be the one telling me how this goes.
Don't be shy, Boss — just tell me anything you want. As long as it lets your desire pour out of you… nothing at all is off the table."
Ji-yoon gazed up at me with glistening, damp eyes, leaving lingering afterimages that seemed designed to gnaw away at my self-control.
"Ahem — let's say I'm giving you a golf lesson. And while I'm at it, I… grope you?"
Naturally, I didn't know the first thing about golf — but since it was all pretending anyway, that wasn't a problem.
"Yes, Boss."
Ji-yoon glanced around the room, picked up a nearby wooden rod, and began awkwardly taking a golf stance in the dressing gown she wore over her work clothes.
She showed no shyness, no awkwardness whatsoever — which only seemed possible because the monster's behavior was layered on top of the personality called Ji-yoon.
God, this is nerve-wracking…
For my part, this contrived, artificial situation was more than a little embarrassing — but I couldn't suppress the excitement rising in me anyway.
"J-Ji-yoon-sshi… ahem! That stance is all wrong. Here, let me teach you."
"…Pardon? Ah — yes. Boss…"
Sneaking closer on a trembling voice, I saw Ji-yoon look up from her golf practice, flustered and at a loss.
Even in the middle of it, she was shooting me sidelong glances from the corners of her lovely eyes and mouth, an undercurrent of distaste bleeding through despite herself.
Her act was so convincing it didn't feel like acting at all, and even though we'd barely begun, it stung enough to bruise.
At the same time, defiance flared up in me, and the desire to bend that haughty woman to my will began to stir.
As I drew near, a scent washed over me — the sweat of a saleswoman who'd run around all day, a woman's natural musk, and a faint floral perfume, all braided together.
When I came closer still, the gap between the back collar of her white blouse and the nape of her neck swung open, exposing her defenseless white neck in its entirety.
For one blinding instant, roleplay and everything else flew out of my head and I simply wanted to pin her down — but I forced myself to hold back.
"Give it here. Your golf stance is…"
Swooosh.
With our bodies pressed fully together, I set about "correcting" her stance — by planting my hands, quite deliberately, one on her waist and one on her hip just above the skirt, touching absolutely nothing that had to do with golf.
My hands still trembled, but at the same time it felt as though I'd become the protagonist of one of those videos, and an excitement I'd never tasted kept flooding through me.
"Mm, good, just like that…"
While I clumsily arranged her stance, my hand slid from her hip down onto her backside above the skirt, and I gave it a gentle squeeze.
At that, Ji-yoon frowned and eased her body forward, slipping away from my hand.
That small act of evasion only stoked my excitement higher — it was the catalyst that finally made me adjust to the moment.
"You need to come closer, Ji-yoon-sshi."
At my command, she floundered, helpless and flustered — and my excitement spiked even further.
"Come now, get closer, won't you?"
I thought my boss act was pretty clumsy, but even so, my words right now carried a coercive weight that didn't sound like acting at all.
"Tch."
Ji-yoon let out a sound like she was swallowing her humiliation, and shuffled until she was pressed tight against me again.
And then, before either of us remarked on it, my grown length came to rest against her backside through the skirt.
"B-Boss…"
Startled, Ji-yoon twisted around to look at me — but I kept up my nonchalant front.
Soon that gaze of hers began to curdle into fury and contempt, the corners of her eyes lifting as she started to glare, and I felt a flicker of genuine alarm.
"Wh-what's the problem here!? Don't you dare look at me — at your boss — with those eyes, you hear me!?"
"…No, sir. I apologize."
At my blunt rebuke, Ji-yoon seemed to remember where she stood — who I was, and who she was — and clenched her jaw, forcing her resentful glare away from me and back toward the rod in her hands.
That first taste of grinding someone down with raw authority sent a strange electric thrill through me, and I went on subtly grinding my stiffening length against her backside as I began in earnest to play with her — no, with the body and personality the monster had brought me.