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Who the hell is this?

The man who'd appeared out of nowhere was now, just as abruptly, offering to give us a tour of his company.

Seemed a waste to shut him down cold.

"May I ask what your position is…?"

"Ah — Manager Jeong Minjae."

Manager-level… that was high enough to be worth sticking around for.

I dropped the wariness and instead dipped my head in a show of eager deference.

"Then we'd be grateful for your guidance."

"Of course, of course. Right this way."

Following Jeong Minjae inside, the rhythmic thudding of machinery pounded against our ears.

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He pointed at the machines and the employees stationed in front of them, enthusiastically rattling off the company's selling points.

This was the new machine they'd just brought in. He'd been the one to propose it. Thanks to this machine, production speed had shot up.

Classic self-congratulation — but the guy had enough experience that two clear motives showed through the boasting.

One was me… or rather, headquarters. He was essentially pitching himself to HQ as someone this capable.

And the other, unsurprisingly…

"What do you think?"

"Ah… yes."

An Jihye, of course.

While he bragged about himself, his eyes kept sweeping over Jihye's pot-wide hips, and the look was so transparent it almost made me laugh.

I carefully reined that laugh in and reshaped it into something useful.

"So, Manager."

"Ah, yes?"

"When did this machine come in?"

"Hmm… about three months ago?"

"Not that long, then."

"It's a new model. Hasn't been out long."

You're incredible. You're amazing. You're phenomenal.

I converted the expression into a smile of pure admiration.

It seemed to land well enough.

"Alright, next — this way, please."

In high spirits, Jeong Minjae ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠led us on to the next stop.

We wandered around here and there, but nothing particularly useful came of it.

I was just about to say we'd seen enough and would look around on our own when—

"We may need to raise our unit price a bit soon."

"Pardon?"

"Ah… you saw that new machine earlier, right? It's not just the speed — the density inside the product changes a little too. So it ends up using a bit more material."

"Ah… I see."

"So. Nothing's finalized, but that's the current mood."

…Raise the unit price?

I glanced at Jihye to share the bad feeling that had just hit me, and—

Tap-tap—

She'd felt it too. From an angle Jeong Minjae couldn't see, she gave my arm a couple of quick taps.

"Ah. Well, noted for now. We'll head back first."

"Leaving already?"

"Yes. We've got work to finish ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back at the office."

"Ahh… well, at least stay for a cup of tea."

He clearly wanted to keep Jihye around a little longer and make more of an impression — not a chance.

"We'll be going, then."

"Yes, yes, come by again sometime… and, uh, the new hire."

"Yes?"

"Here — my card. If anything's difficult, give me a call. I'll walk you through it personally."

"……."

Oh, for fuck's sake, tone it down.

Jeong Minjae held his business card out to Jihye with an air of arrogant confidence — the kind that said he was sure this would work on her.

Jihye looked at the card with dead, mineral eyes, then…

"…Alright. I'll be in touch soon."

She took it with a halfhearted grab.

Jeong Minjae's smile turned sly, as if he already believed he and Jihye would be getting up to something before long.

…I really wished he'd cut the bullshit already.

"We'll be heading in, then."

"Ah, yes. Take care!"

In any case, getting Jihye to accept his card had put him in such a good mood that he beamed at me too as he said goodbye.

Leaving him behind, Jihye and I walked back to my car.

And once we were inside…

"……."

Unlike the sour atmosphere before we'd left, our eyes met.

"You felt it too, Jihye."

"…That guy, right?"

"Looks like it. Dropping a unit-price talk out of nowhere… he must've figured you and I were easy marks."

Money moving between companies was an extremely, extremely sensitive issue. Not something you casually floated to a mere assistant manager and a rank-and-file employee.

Spouting something that should only reach a section chief or higher meant one of two things: their situation was that bad, or they saw the people they were talking to as green kids.

Right now, it was clearly the latter.

"Good thing I started off bowing and scraping like an idiot. Earlier you looked at me like I was pathetic for doing that. That's why I did it — you get it?"

"……."

Bullshit.

Those two syllables were written all over Jihye's face.

…This bitch.

Either way, hanging around in the other company's parking lot any longer would look weird, so I hit the engine start button.

"When we get back, we just need to tell them to go after that one guy. Found him faster than expected — and ridiculously easily, too."

"……."

As if her part was done, Jihye didn't even bother answering.

…That attitude was a little… no, extremely irritating.

I checked how many cars and people were passing nearby, then pulled over briefly at the edge of the eight-lane road.

That finally got her attention.

"Why— why are we stopping?"

"Need to put in your home address."

"Ah…."

Jihye's guard shot up a beat too late — but I wasn't going to mess with her right now, you bitch.

"Put your address in."

"……."

I handed her my phone.

When I got it back and checked, it was clearly not her actual house — a spot a little ways off from home.

Her wariness had climbed that high. I liked that a lot.

About thirty minutes to arrival. We'd get there just past four.

For now, after pulling out again, I drove in silence for about twenty minutes without saying a word to her.

Then, when it felt like the foot traffic was about to pick up if we went much farther—

"Jihye."

"…What."

"You haven't forgotten our contract, have you?"

"No, fuck…."

That heat was nice.

"I already sucked you off last time!"

"That was payment for covering your last screw-up. Think carefully. Depending on how you handle this, the credit for finding that guy might go to you — or it might not."

"……."

I glanced sideways. Jihye was grinding her teeth, glaring at me like she wanted to throw a punch.

But so what?

"I didn't say anything wrong, did I?"

"…What are you talking about?"

"I spotted that guy first. Think about ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the order. I looked at you, and then you tapped my arm."

That was the fact of it.

If she'd tapped my arm first to signal me, maybe — but she'd only given me the signal after I'd looked at her.

No proof, of course, but…

"…You piece of trash."

She was too pissed off at me to think that part through.

"What's it going to be? Once we turn at that light up there, the street gets pretty crowded. Or — you planning to suck me off at your place?"

"Are you insane?!"

"So answer already. Pull over here and do it… or do it somewhere with lots of people."

Quietly, carefully, I cut off the option of her just giving up her "credit" and walking away from this whole mess.

"…Pull over."

And the moment the exact situation I wanted locked into place, I let the left corner of my mouth curl up — just enough that she couldn't see it.

Watching the right-side mirror the whole time with that expression…

Thud—

I eased the car onto the shoulder and shifted into Park.

Then…

…Whirrrr—

I slid the seat back a little, making room to mess around with Jihye comfortably.

Once I was ready, I just looked at her.

"…Just get that fucking thing out already."

Not a cat — a tiger. She snarled as she went looking for my cock.

But it wasn't particularly scary.

I smirked, eased my zipper down, and casually freed the cock that was already thrashing roughly.

Jihye just stared at it, like she was looking at a disgusting snake.

A light warning for her.

"…Last time you spilled everywhere. Do that here and it's a disaster, so handle it properly."

"Crazy…!"

"I'm not even telling you to swallow. Spit it out the door if you want — I don't care. Just don't make a mess inside the car. Alright?"

And right after, I leaned my face in close and dangled the carrot.

"…This job — I'll take none of the credit."

"……."

"I'll hand the whole thing over as yours alone."

"…You better keep that promise."

The carrot seemed plenty sweet for her.

I leaned back against the seat and offered up my stiff cock, and—

"…Hwaup…!"

Apparently planning to finish this fast again, Jihye took me into her mouth in one greedy gulp from the start.

But…

"……."

"What are you doing?"

"…Haaaah…."

…Tastier than that carrot, isn't it?

The second my cock was in her mouth, her breathing went rough — like it really was that good.

I stayed still for a moment.

Propping my elbow on the window frame, I just watched what she'd do.

"…Hwaup, chyuup… hauuup, chuk, chyuup, chuuup, tssup… haah… haauup, huup, hauuup…!"

Truly… ravenous.

Thick strands of spit dripped down onto the base as Jihye sucked my cock with pure, filthy abandon.

"Haaah…."

…Fuck, that was hot.

A woman who looked like she'd make you wait months just for sex — never mind a blowjob — was losing her mind on my cock like this.

And on top of that…

…Sliiiide…

Even when I rested a hand on her head, she didn't resist at all.

Ah — this didn't seem to be because of the third "relationship."

She was so focused on sucking cock she didn't even seem to notice my hand was on her head.

Which created a side effect of sorts…

"Hwaup, huup, aauup…! Chuk, chyuup, tssup, hwaup, huuuuup…!"

"Hooo…."

She was going at it so aggressively that the urge to come built hard and fast, same as last time.

…Ever since getting the Office Romance Management App, my stamina wasn't the type to be satisfied with one load.

But then again, making Jihye take multiple rounds still didn't seem easy…

I needed to ease the tempo somehow, so I decided to use the third "relationship."

Slide— squeeze…!

I quietly moved the hand that had been on her head and filled my palm with Jihye's breast — a perfect handful.

The gesture was raw enough to startle her.

"Mmmmmph!!"

"Keep going."

"……."

She glared at me with eyes full of curses, but when I casually jerked my chin—

"Hauuuup…!"

—she lowered her head again to suck my cock.

Because of the third "relationship," I held the "rights" to this ridiculously fuckable body of hers, so she let it slide.

Well… dragging her to a motel and railing her right now might still be a stretch, but…