Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: JUF-009 (11)
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"...Fuck. She was really a virgin?"
While eavesdropping on her thoughts, I stumbled upon an incredibly shocking truth.
I never imagined that sleek lingerie model would be untouched by anyone.
Sure, I'd somewhat expected she didn't have much experience.
She'd shown plenty of clumsy moments herself, after all.
But having little experience and having none are two entirely different things.
The first time holds a very special meaning no matter what it is.
No matter how detached someone claims to be, virginity carries value in itself.
The fact that I was her first made my mood a bit strange.
Though I'd slept with plenty of women up to now, not a single one had been a virgin.
Yeah. Virgins are that rare.
Especially a pretty, outgoing one like her—they're practically nonexistent.
I'd gotten to taste Choi A-ran's unopened pussy.
There was no explaining it other than pure heavenly luck.
Ahh. This must be your power too. Thank you, President.
A G-cup masochist virgin with a killer body.
I wanted to kowtow to the company president for letting me mate with this national treasure.
No, not just want to—I should do it. That's only proper.
With her influence, she'd surely appreciate my bow.
I dropped everything mid-cleanup, prostrated myself on the floor, and bowed deeply to the empty air.
"Long live Evelyn Studio. Long live the President. Long live virgin pussy. I pray for your company's eternal prosperity."
Just as I was bowing with all my sincerity...
The office door suddenly burst open, and she returned.
She saw me flat on the floor and furrowed her brow sharply.
"What are you doing down there? Don't tell me... you're not drinking my piss, are you?"
"...Are you insane?"
No matter what, golden play isn't my thing.
Though if she asked me to drink it, I'd consider it.
"Just in case... if that's your kink, tell me ahead of time. I'll study up on it as best I can."
"...It's not."
It felt like she was teasing, but damn, she had a sweet way of putting it.
Most girlfriends would try to fix a maniacal fetish like that or just break up.
Her saying she'd try to match it was kinda touching.
"Anyway, why'd you shower for over an hour?"
"Tch. The janitor's talking back again. Business hours are on, so polite speech, please."
"Ugh. If you weren't such a freak who cums from anal, I'd beat your ass. But you cum from anything, so I can't even punish you."
"Hey! Not that again! Hurry up and clean! Air out the place too! It reeks in here!"
"...Jeez. You're the one who peed everywhere."
I grumbled as I resumed cleaning.
The floor was spotless now, so all that was left was to detach the sofa covers and chair cushions and send them to a service.
As the traces of our romp vanished one by one, the room filled with floral scent again.
Whew. Better hold back on office sex from now on.
With all this expensive furniture, cleaning was no joke.
I was sweating bullets myself.
I figured I'd ask if I could take a quick shower.
"Um, I'm done cleaning. Mind if I shower too?"
"...Shower? In the employee lounge?"
"Yeah. If you help out a bit."
She pondered my request for a moment, then nodded readily.
"Go ahead. Here's my ID badge—use it to get in and wash up. There's a security door, so don't lose it."
"Whoa, thanks for this precious thing. But other employees won't think it's weird?"
"Hardly any execs use the lounge anyway. Just go wash up quick."
She seemed swamped catching up on work we'd skipped for sex.
Lunch break was coming soon anyway, so a quick rinse made sense.
I swung by Facilities Management for spare work clothes, then headed to the employee lounge.
The shower room door opened to a gasp of admiration.
"Whoa. Big corporate perks, huh?"
The shower was bigger than my studio apartment, no exaggeration.
No execs used it anyway—could I just move in with some furniture?
Lost in that dumb thought, I turned on the shower...
—Ding-ding-ding!
Suddenly, the lounge door lock chimed open.
Murmurs and chatter filled the air as a group entered.
What the hell? Fuck! Nobody comes here!
Cleo & Tiffany was about 80% women.
Execs were all women, period.
99% chance those voices beyond the door were female employees.
Sure enough, high-pitched giggles rang out.
And mixed in were voices I recognized.
💬 Lounge Chatter — Ms. Jeong? "Hehe, right? Ms. Choi's been on fire lately. Her lunches, her calls—dripping with honey, I tell ya." — Ms. Eun "Yeah, it didn't make sense she'd been single so long. She's such a workaholic, I figured she had zero interest. But look at her now—girl's a girl after all. Hey, Ms. Eun, got a light?" — Ms. Eun "Here. Anyway, Ms. Jeong, you should snag one soon too. Whatever happened to that model you were seeing?" —Sizzle! Sizzle!
— Ms. Jeong "Ugh. Don't ask. They say good guys cost good money, and damn if he wasn't pricey. Tried for one taste and just burned cash." — Ms. Eun? "Hehe, really? I'm starving for dick myself lately. Might hit a club this weekend." — Ms. Jeong "Oh? Wanna go together? There's a new VIP club nearby." — Ms. Eun "Sounds good to me. With you, snagging guys is a breeze." — Ms. Jeong "Why not all go together? Ms. Park and Ms. Yeon in?" — Group "Totally in. Haven't gone out with season prep, but time to oil up." "Me too. Saturday dawn slot it is." Looked like this lounge doubled as a smoking room.
Thick cigarette smoke wafted through the shower door.
Choi A-ran didn't smoke, so she wouldn't have known.
And given her personality, she probably rarely used the lounge.
Fuck. What now? They'll catch me for sure.
My work jumpsuit was strewn outside.
They were too busy gossiping to notice now.
But once the smokes ended, discovery was inevitable.
It wouldn't just screw me over.
Choi A-ran would get suspected too.
Not that. If it happens, I'll take the fall.
I'd picked up a lost ID while cleaning, was sweaty, so showered.
That'd earn a scolding at worst.
Pondering countermeasures...
The dreaded happened.
Someone spotted my jumpsuit and raised suspicion.
"Huh? Isn't that janitor gear? Why's it there?"
"Yeah? Hold on. Someone's in the shower?"
Cold sweat trickled down my spine.
But panic was the enemy here.
Even in a lion's den, composure gets you out alive.
Time to play bold.
Yeah. They're all starving for it. Give 'em a show, and they won't complain.
Before they barged in, I'd preempt.
I wet myself under the shower, barely covering privates with a towel.
Then flung open the door without hesitation.
—Slide
"......"
"......"
"......"
Silence crashed in.
Someone dropped their cigarette.
Eyes wide in shock and awe scanned me.
I swept a casual glance over them, scratched my head nonchalantly.
"Oops. Not supposed to be in here?"
"Wh... who are you?"
Ms. Eun—whom I felt oddly close to—spoke up.
Though she'd never seen me before.
"New Facilities guy today. Got sweaty cleaning, saw the shower, figured why not. My bad?"
"Oh... no, it's fine. Um. Gotcha."
Ms. Eun and the designers gazed dreamily over every inch of me.
One whistled outright, smirking lewdly.
Regaining poise, Ms. Eun pressed on.
"How'd you get in the lounge? Needs an employee ID."
I flashed Choi A-ran's badge.
"Someone left it open and bounced. Planned to drop it at HR after."
"Aha, Ms. Choi's. She showered earlier—must've forgotten. Gimme that; I'll pass it on."
"Sweet, thanks."
I handed it over, addressed the group still ogling me.
"So... not done washing. Cool if I finish?"
Ms. Jeong—a woman dripping with lust—nodded eagerly.
"Go for it. It's not like it'll wear out. New today, huh?"
"Yeah, Facilities."
"Name?"
Tricky. Hated giving it out.
But hiding it'd look suspicious.
After a beat, I answered.
HR would cough it up easy anyway.
No point hiding.
"Kang Min-hyuk from Facilities."
"Ah, Min-hyuk? Look young for the grind. Tough gig?"
"Nah, physical stuff's my jam. Not bad."
My subtle flex made her pupils gleam with desire.
"Mm. Can tell."
"Haha, all muscle, no brains. Embarrassed now—back to it."
"Sure. Clean up after."
Even as I shut the door, their sticky gazes clung.
True to their prime, thick lust poured from those eyes.
Whew. Nothing but vixens.
Still, dodged disaster. Lucky.
No reports from them, at least.
I sighed relief, finished showering.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ After drying off and dressing...
I checked the tablet on Choi A-ran. Sure enough, she sat with Ms. Eun, chatting.
ID returned safe—must be about me.
💬 Tablet Eavesdrop — Ms. Eun Sigh. You should've seen it, Ms. Choi. Nearly died of shock. This grown-ass naked dude just pops out. — Choi A-ran "Oh? Good thing I forgot my badge then." — Ms. Eun Hehehe. For real. Eye candy after ages. Remember what you said before? Not ripped, but sexy vibe? Spot on. Just looking had me drooling. Hehe, so shameless. — Choi A-ran "...Bet you loved it." — Ms. Eun Psh. Fleeting thrill. Nah, maybe poke him? Kinda my type. Janitor vibe's got that obedient appeal. — Choi A-ran "...Really? That much?" — Ms. Eun Face-wise, maybe not top tier. But Ms. Jeong and Ms. Yeon eyed him too. Can't hand off a good catch. Hehe. Better stab first than regret later. — Choi A-ran "...I see." — Ms. Eun (noticing) "Ms. Choi? You look pale. Still got that cold?" — Choi A-ran (forced) Hehehe. Nothing. I'm fine, no worries. On screen, Choi A-ran's face hardened coldly.
Her private interest turning public target? No wonder she was pissed.
But Ms. Eun misread it, worrying differently.
Choi A-ran ground her teeth, forcing a smile.
Her "fine" face screamed fury.
The day any scandal with me spread, she wouldn't sit idle.
Her eyes gleamed with thick killing intent.