Not Just Pretty — She's Fuckably Gorgeous
An Jihye looked like someone with sky-high self-esteem and pride.
But even I, who thoroughly despised her, had to admit she had every right to feel that way.
Because she was fucking gorgeous.
Not just pretty — fuckably, irresistibly gorgeous.
Those languid, upturned cat-like eyes. That wavy bob that left her smooth forehead bare. That office look that clung to her toned body and traced every curve.
The fact that she had a massive SNS following despite being a regular person was, in a way, completely natural.
That was just who An Jihye was.
Having someone like me openly show her nothing but contempt must have thoroughly bruised that enormous pride of hers.
How dare you treat someone as amazing as me this roughly?
It was a classic cliché.
Normally, two people would snarl at each other like this, fall in love, and eventually become the kind of couple who couldn't live without one another.
But I was going to twist that cliché just a little.
"Manager Kim Yuhon's position was vacant for about a week, so there seems to have been a bit of confusion in the meantime. I just went over and sorted things out with the person handling it on their end."
"Hmm… all right, for now. Next time something like this comes up, don't hesitate — come straight to me. I'll take care of it."
"Yes. Thank you."
"Good work. Get back to it."
To that end, I returned to Chief Choi Seokpil and threw up a carefully measured shield over what had just happened with An Jihye.
Just carefully enough.
I had to keep it measured if I wanted to get a collar around An Jihye's neck.
Yes. A collar.
Using the Office Romance Management App, I was going to manipulate An Jihye until she lost all will to live without me.
And then I was going to play with her.
Of course, that didn't mean I'd just toy with her heart and toss her aside.
Are you insane? With a face and body that fuckable, why would I throw her away? I was going to suck her dry down to the last drop.
With that resolve settled, I headed back to my desk.
"Assistant Manager, um… did the talk go well?"
"Ah… yeah. It's sorted out on this end, so you don't need to worry about it, Suyeon."
"…Okay."
To rewrite my "relationship" with An Jihye, she had to look at me and think of at least three keywords.
…No exclamation mark yet, so one — two at most.
How was An Jihye looking at me right now?
At minimum, fucking bastard had to be in there.
An Jihye was… well, love her or hate her, I'd heard she was good at her actual job.
So she'd be thinking I'd gotten her chewed out by the chief.
Piece of shit. Fucking bastard. Son of a bitch. One of those was definitely locked in.
If there was a second "relationship," maybe assistant manager from another department… no, that didn't feel right.
Thinking about it from An Jihye's perspective — her goals, that kind of angle…
"…Useless prick with no dick?"
The next day.
Aside from the An Jihye situation, yesterday had wrapped up uneventfully… which is to say, nothing particularly noteworthy had happened with Park Eunseo or Chu Yeonju either.
The moment I got home I'd been so busy figuring out how to handle An Jihye that I hadn't even had time to feel disappointed.
And today, back at the office.
I'd wrapped up a fairly busy morning…
"Ah."
Just before noon, I remembered I'd agreed to have lunch with An Jihye today.
I sent a quick reply and hurried down to the first-floor lobby.
"…Let's go already."
When I stepped out into the lobby, An Jihye was waiting — looking, by any reasonable measure, thoroughly pissed off about the whole situation.
Honestly, it was an annoying reaction.
But my feelings about An Jihye had already shifted, so even that look of pure displeasure aimed at me was pretty damn hot.
"Let's keep it simple — pizza. I already made a reservation."
"Ah… okay."
"It's close. Right out front."
Leaving An Jihye a half-step behind me, I headed out of the building first and arrived at the pizza place Park Eunseo and I went to all the time.
Once we sat down, I got straight to the point.
"As you know, Jihye, there are a few key clients like Hoein Industries. With places like that, we're the ones in the weaker position, so we have to accommodate them whether we like it or not."
"……."
"I'll put together a list this afternoon and email it over, so take a look. If this happens again, it's going to be a real headache for both of us."
"……."
"…Are you listening?"
But this fucking bitch.
When a person is talking, the least you can do is pretend to listen — and she was just staring at her phone, completely checked out.
"Hey."
"I got it. You said you'd email it later."
"……."
…God, my head.
Hostility toward An Jihye was blooming thick and fast when the pepperoni pizza I'd reserved earlier arrived.
An Jihye, for her part—
"Thanks for the meal."
—at least had the bare minimum of decency to offer a single polite line before picking up a slice.
"Look… I wasn't going to say this because I figured you'd take it as meddling."
"What?"
"Don't assume every man is going to bend over backward to accommodate your moods."
"What are you…"
"It's not like I don't know how you've been treated at this company so far. I just wish you'd actually think about who you really need to impress and do your job accordingly."
"……."
That was as far as I was willing to go.
If even this didn't shift the "relationship," or if An Jihye kept giving me this kind of attitude, I was prepared to drop it cleanly.
She looked more delicious than the pizza, sure — but I wasn't about to put myself through this much stress just to deal with her.
So without so much as glancing at An Jihye, I ate my pizza while trading light texts with Park Eunseo and Chu Yeonju.
And then…
"Heh…"
Park Eunseo's little devil antics pulled a laugh out of me before I could stop it.
And then—
"…What are you doing right now?"
"What?"
"Did you just take a picture of me?"
Apparently the angle I'd just shot from looked a little suspicious.
"I took a picture of the pizza. The pizza."
"……."
I was so fed up.
It wasn't like there was anything I couldn't show anyone, so I just opened my photo album and held it out to An Jihye.
"See? Pizza. I said pizza. I have zero interest in you, got it? Just because every guy fawns over you, you think that's how it works for everyone?"
"…Then why take a picture at all? What kind of guy takes food photos…"
"I took it to show my girl friend. Why? Got a problem with that?"
"……."
How much of an idiot did she think I was?
Even more frustrated, I opened my chat history with Park Eunseo too.
"Satisfied?"
"…Park Eunseo?"
But An Jihye reacted in a strangely unexpected place.
An Jihye, who'd taken hit after hit from me… still, still had enough last scraps of conscience to wait until I paid the bill.
"…Thanks for the meal."
"Good. Let's try to work well together going forward — no more reasons to get red in the face. I heard it wasn't like this back when Manager Kim Yuhon was around."
"……."
"…And I'm sorry about the way I brought up Manager Kim Yuhon yesterday."
It wasn't that I'd gone soft, and it wasn't that I felt sorry toward An Jihye.
It was just…
Mentioning someone I was genuinely grateful to in that way had left me feeling apologetic toward him, so I'd apologized in his place.
"…Fine."
But An Jihye seemed to take it as an apology directed at her. She glanced at me, then turned and headed back toward the company.
And so did I.
Not like I had anywhere else to go, so I fell in right behind her on the way back.
An Jihye glanced once more at me trailing after her, but didn't spare me any real attention and just kept walking.
And then—
"Ah, Jichan-ssi! Coming back from lunch?"
"Yes. What about you, sunbaenim?"
"I just finished eating too. What did you have, Jichan-ssi?"
We ran into Chu Yeonju near the company lobby.
Of the four women originally registered in the Office Romance Management App… setting aside Seon Yeonwoo, the third-generation chaebol heiress, the one with by far the most popularity was obviously Chu Yeonju.
Even An Jihye would have to admit it — the most beautiful woman in the company was talking to me…
"Pizza. That place you told Eunseo about before? We ate there."
"Ah… I wanted pizza too. You should've taken me with you…"
The moment she said that, An Jihye tilted her head like she couldn't make sense of it, then strode off toward her own desk first.
Whatever.
"Then how about we go together tomorrow?"
"You just had it today…"
"I like pizza. I can eat it again."
"Ah… then let's eat together tomorrow."
"Yeah. Tomorrow we'll grab pizza, then like last time, pick up a coffee each and take a light walk."
"Okay!"
I poured every ounce of my attention into Chu Yeonju standing right in front of me.
…Was this what healing felt like?
Leaving An Jihye's side — where just being near her made me irritable — and looking at Chu Yeonju's smile, which warmed my chest just by existing… I hadn't realized how happy that could make me.
I glanced at my watch… still only 12:20.
We hadn't even gotten coffee, and coming straight back after finishing lunch had left us with a little extra time.
In that case…
"Sunbaenim."
"Yes?"
Just like last time with Park Eunseo.
I took a quiet step closer and carefully sounded out her intentions in a voice only Chu Yeonju could hear.
"…Want to?"
"……."
But unlike with Park Eunseo—
Even with the subject left out, she seemed to grasp the meaning immediately. Chu Yeonju's body went slightly rigid.
Right now, to Chu Yeonju, I was a man who wanted to have sex with her.
"Roughly… if we pad it out, we've got about thirty minutes…"
"Uh… where…?"
"If you go toward the underground parking garage, there's a spot almost nobody uses."
The moment I named a suitable place, I could see Chu Yeonju swallow hard.
"…Follow me, but keep a little distance."
"……."
Silence was tacit consent.
As if to prove it, when I started moving first, Chu Yeonju carefully followed after me.
Creeeak…
I slipped into the emergency stairwell in the corner of the lobby and went down about a floor.
Creeeak…
Someone else opened the emergency stairwell door.
Had to be Chu Yeonju.
A satisfied smile on my face, I made my way down to the B2 parking level and walked at an easy pace.
Behind me—
Click. Click. Click.
The sound of Chu Yeonju's heels followed.
I glanced back just to confirm it was her — it was — then scanned the surroundings in case anyone else was around… no one in sight, and nothing to hear either.
So.
I gave Chu Yeonju a light beckoning gesture, and the click of her heels quickened.
I took her hand and led her along.
"This place…"
"I heard it used to get used a lot. Nobody comes here now."
"……."
We arrived at the spot where Park Eunseo and I had often had our trysts.
And here—
I hooked an arm around Chu Yeonju's soft waist and pulled her hard into my arms.
Her signature scent — deep and woodsy at the base — rose up in a rush…
"…Chuuup, tsup… haaum… haum, tsup… chuuup, chuuuup… haa, haeuum…"
I couldn't hold back. I started lightly devouring Chu Yeonju's lips first.
And just from that alone—
Click! Click! Click!
Chu Yeonju's lower half was already starting to get wet. She twitched those long, slender legs and rubbed against my crotch.