A Man's Cock Also Excels at Getting Him Worked Up

The time I finished with Park Eunseo was exactly 12:55.

Roughly… a solid thirty minutes of pure, packed pleasure between us.

Barely five minutes remained before lunch break ended, but neither of us felt any particular urgency.

Probably thanks to this company's open — or rather, loose — atmosphere.

And so.

"…You're ridiculously dirty."

"Whyyy—?"

"Just are. Everything about you. The way you used your mouth earlier, too."

"Hmmm…."

Park Eunseo and I strolled leisurely up toward the first floor.

"You said you wanted to try something you'd seen in porn last time. Watching you earlier, though… it looked like you were doing it because you wanted to."

"Hss, shut up."

I'd hit the bullseye.

Park Eunseo clamped my mouth shut with a firm look.

But I knew that reaction was a stronger yes than any actual yes could ever be.

Which is why.

I slid my arm around her waist, pulled her into me, and brought my lips to her ear.

"Hey, heeey…."

"Next time something else comes to mind that you want to try, just tell me. I'll do it for you. We help each other out, right?"

"……."

"…No?"

"Y-yeaaah…."

And then.

Smack—!

"Hyaah!"

"Alright, I'm heading back."

"Mmh…."

I gave her firm ass a light swat and returned to my desk.

The whole speech I'd given Park Eunseo about the necessity of working overtime…

"…Fuck."

Had, entirely unintentionally, turned out to be true.

Seven o'clock.

Same as always — everyone in the Planning Team had gone home except me, and I was hammering away at the keyboard alone.

Until my wrist started aching a little… or rather, until I just got so goddamn sick of it I couldn't take it anymore.

"Haaaah…."

With a long sigh, I grabbed the pack of cigarettes lying under my monitor and stood up from my seat.

Ding—!

This girl was definitely specialized in pissing people off.

"……."

…Correction.

She excelled not only at pissing people off, but also at getting a man's cock worked up.

"Haa… fuck."

My sex drive had definitely spiked lately — one look at the photo Park Eunseo sent and my lower half swelled right up.

Forced into an awkward, shuffling walk because of it, I muttered curses under my breath in irritation.

"Oh my, is something the matter?"

"Uwah—!"

"Ah, I'm sorry. Did I startle you?"

"…Ah, no."

Chu Yeonju stood there with a gentle smile.

…But why was she still here?

"…Sunbaenim, you haven't gone home yet?"

"Must be a Monday ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thing. Isn't that why you're still here too, Jichan-ssi?"

"Well… yeah."

"This is why being an Assistant Manager is so hard. You and me both — looks like we're the only two Assistant Managers left."

Chu Yeonju smiled as she casually pointed out something we had in common.

And in that smile…

"…You're right."

…there was a pure, wholesome charm that captivated a man in a completely different way from Park Eunseo.

And beneath that.

Unlike Park Eunseo, who stood just under 160 cm, Chu Yeonju was just under 170 cm, and her long, slender ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠office look drew the eye.

Even the curves of her figure were more dramatic than Park Eunseo's.

…What cup size had Park Eunseo said she was again?

A full B bordering on C, by her own admission — but just looking at her, Chu Yeonju was clearly much bigger…

"Ah, is there something on me?"

"Aaaah, no. No, no, no."

Fuck.

I'd been staring a hole straight through Chu Yeonju's chest without even realizing it.

I flailed in sudden panic, and Chu Yeonju just smiled that pure smile of hers, clearly enjoying it.

"I heard from Eunseo-ssi earlier."

"Eunseo… said what?"

"Not long ago I recommended a pizza place near here to Eunseo-ssi. I heard you two went together today…."

"Ah… yes. Thanks to you, sunbaenim, lunch was delicious."

"Is that so? I'm so glad."

She said that, and then—

"If we get the chance later… the three of us should grab a meal together. You, me, and Eunseo-ssi."

"What about Humin?"

"Weeell… Humin-ssi is, um, weeell…."

"…It's fine, I get it."

"Thank you…."

The moment I brought up Park Humin — who'd been aggressively hitting on her — Chu Yeonju looked deeply uncomfortable.

…Sorry, Park Humin.

Even if you're my close friend from the same cohort, watching you pant after Chu Yeonju — my next target — is hard for me to sit through too.

Alright. While I'm at it.

"…Come to think of it, sunbaenim, you've been working overtime a lot lately too."

"Mm… you're right. Ever since Manager Kim Yuhon… well, after what happened, there's no helping it."

…Time to dig a little into Kim Yuhon with Chu Yeonju as well.

Asking straight out what their relationship had been would be weird, so I'd ease in through work talk.

"But you're on a different team… does Manager Kim Yuhon's work spill over all the way to Team 2?"

"Honestly, I thought it wouldn't affect me either. The work Manager Kim handled was the kind only he could do, after all… but that wasn't the case."

"Hmm… if there's anything I can help with, just say the word. Anytime."

"I'll just take the thought. Any other time I probably would have asked you for help, Jichan-ssi… but aren't you busier than I am right now?"

…Was there another person this kind in the entire world?

An angel.

Looking at Chu Yeonju, the image of an angel just stamped itself into my brain.

That soft, gentle way of speaking.

That constantly smiling face.

That lush, curving body.

…And ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠above all, a face that was pure violence.

"Still, when I first joined the company, the help I got from you was even greater, sunbaenim."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Without you, I probably would have left the company already."

"Oh my… if that's thanks to me, then I'm the one who should be more grateful."

And on top of everything else, a heart this kind — she captivated a man's heart in a completely different way from Park Eunseo.

"So don't feel bad about it. Just tell me. I'll help."

"Theeen… could I ask for a little help right now?"

"Ah, sure."

"Would you come with me for a moment?"

I'd come out to smoke.

But the thought of a cigarette vanished completely as I followed the pronounced sway of Chu Yeonju's hips into the Planning Team 2 office.

…Everyone had gone home on this side too.

I stopped in front of Chu Yeonju's desk — the only one with the light still on.

Standing around felt awkward, so I dragged over the empty chair beside her and sat down next to her.

And then…

"……."

"Is something wrong?"

"Aaah… no."

Unlike Park Eunseo's fresh, bright scent.

A mature, wood-based fragrance rolled off Chu Yeonju ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in waves.

Perfect for the still-chilly March weather.

The scent was so good that…

"Come a little closer."

"Ah… okay."

…I'd edged away slightly, sensing a different kind of danger — but Chu Yeonju wouldn't allow that distance.

I had no choice but to press right up against her.

"This part is ambiguous. It's an outbound record, but the January list and the February list don't match up."

"Ah… this. Sunbaenim, one moment."

I went further — had Chu Yeonju step aside from her seat for a moment and took her place myself.

Tap-tap-tap, then click-click-click.

A few keystrokes and mouse clicks later, the mismatched January and February lists snapped into alignment.

"We did a full overhaul at the end of January. This wasn't passed along to Team 2?"

"I… think not."

"Ah… I specifically told him to pass this on to Team 2."

"Hahahaha…."

…Yep. Manager Kim Yuhon really was goddamn terrible at his job.

"I remember this clearly. When I said I'd tell Team 2 myself, he said he'd handle it…."

"…He must have been busy."

"……."

Even though she was the one stuck working overtime because of it, Chu Yeonju still covered for Manager Kim Yuhon.

I stared straight at her.

"Wh-why are you looking at me like that?"

"…Don't live so kindly."

"Pardon?"

"This is the kind of thing you're allowed to get angry about."

"……."

Even after I added that, Chu Yeonju only gave a bitter little smile.

"…My heart tells me to get angry, but it's not as easy as it sounds."

"Be careful. People like you are perfect marks for getting taken advantage of."

"Thank you. I'll be careful."

…Honestly, that was a pretty harsh criticism to level at a senior colleague.

And yet this angel of a person thanked me instead.

I must have known what kind of person she was, deep down — that's why I'd blurted out something that stupid without thinking.

"You're such a kind person, Jichan-ssi."

"Excuse me?"

But then she went and reacted like that.

"Sometimes when I watch you work, you seem even more like a senior than I am."

"…No way. I might make a decent employee, but I'd never make a good senior."

"Why not? You're explaining everything so kindly right now…."

"Because it's you, sunbaenim."

"Ah, ah… I see."

…Ah.

I'd told the truth, but chewing on it afterward, it was the perfect line to create a misunderstanding.

"No, I didn't mean it that way."

I hurried to correct myself, but Chu Yeonju let out a soft laugh and pressed me.

"Then in what way did you mean it?"

"I mean… you've been good to me, so I'm good to you in return."

"Aha… so then, what kind of intention is 'that kind of intention'?"

"Pardon?"

But there was an ambush waiting.

"You said you didn't mean it 'that way,' didn't you? So what does 'that way' mean here?"

"Uhh, well…."

…Sorry, Humin. But there's no better example than you.

"…Like Humin's kind of intention?"

"Ah…."

See?

The moment I used Park Humin as an example, Chu Yeonju understood immediately.

And then, without missing a beat—

"But I… wouldn't mind."

"…Wouldn't mind what?"

"What wouldn't I mind, I wonder?"

"……."

The Chu Yeonju in front of me was needling me with a smile even more sly and mischievous than that little fox Park Eunseo.

…Was this the Office Romance Management App's doing too?

To break the strange atmosphere — and to finish the conversation I hadn't gotten to on the terrace earlier.

"…Sunbaenim, you were pretty close with Manager Kim Yuhon, weren't you?"

"Me?"

I brought up Manager Kim Yuhon again and reset the mood.

"Mmm… to be honest, it would be hard to say we were close."

"Then?"

"He was a senior I communicated with frequently for work."

Strangely similar to Park Eunseo's testimony, and yet different.

"No personal connection at all?"

"We never met outside of work, no."

Pushing any further would probably just get me answers similar to Park Eunseo's anyway — and since I wasn't nearly as close with Chu Yeonju as I was with Eunseo, it might start to feel like I was prying too hard.

So that was enough questions about Manager Kim Yuhon.

I'd already confirmed what I needed from Chu Yeonju with certainty.

Grrrk—!

"Well then, I'll be heading out. If you need anything else, just let me know. I'll come help."

"Ah… okay."

I rose slowly from the chair, gave Chu Yeonju a light bow, and stepped out of the Planning Team 2 office.

Then I headed out to the terrace, lit the cigarette I hadn't gotten to smoke earlier, and…

"…Nothing new yet, but still."

I started thinking about how to drag Chu Yeonju's name down from Management Target into Special Management Target.