Just Take Off Your Panties and Get Out
Around ten the next morning…
“Haaaawn….”
A sudden wave of drowsiness hit me out of nowhere, so I stood up from my desk, figuring I might as well go smoke a cigarette.
Come to think of it, it had been quite a while since I’d smoked alone without Park Humin.
Clunk—!
So I took my time, alone and unhurried.
I pulled a can of coffee from the vending machine out on the terrace and slipped off into a quiet corner.
When I reached the smoking area… plenty of people who, like me, were already feeling the morning fatigue had gathered.
Every last one of them wore an expression full of exhaustion. It was almost funny.
I blended in among them, stuck a cigarette between my lips, and lit it.
I cracked open the can of coffee and took a sip as well.
“…I’m tired.”
Making money was good. Meeting women was good. Sex was good.
All of it was good.
But setting all that aside, there were simply times when you didn’t feel like doing a single damn thing.
Of course, later that evening… once I met up with Park Eunseo, everything would change again. But right now, in this very moment, the whole world felt like a chore.
Probably because the thought of how long it still was until I could clock out, meet Eunseo, and play around with her made everything feel even more distant.
“Haaah….”
Even so, if I wanted to keep earning a living, I had to work.
Especially lately—after the insane stunt of blowing twenty million won on a gift—I had to work like a dog all over again.
Stub—
My brief self-appointed break came to an end.
I roughly mashed the butt into the ashtray, tossed the empty coffee can into the recycling bin without much care, and stepped out of the smoking area to head back to the office—only to spot…
“…Seon Yeonwoo?”
That small woman standing in front of the vending machine.
Her youthful face didn’t quite match the women’s suit—the office look—as she stood there pondering what to drink.
…Should I say something?
Before I’d gotten the Office Romance Management App, she’d been nothing more than pie in the sky. But afterward, I’d started thinking I wanted to “have” Seon Yeonwoo too.
No.
Not “have.” I wanted to fuck her.
If I could restrain that slender frame, even more delicate than Park Eunseo’s…
If I could tightly grip that skin that looked softer than Chu Yeonju’s…
If I could make tears well up in those haughty eyes, even more so than An Jihye’s…
Chaebol third-generation heiress or not, she was a woman I simply wanted to try, man to woman, by any means necessary.
I sidled closer.
It wasn’t as if we were complete strangers, so I slipped up behind Seon Yeonwoo, intending to at least exchange a word.
Seon Yeonwoo was still standing there.
“Hmm….”
Still fretting over what to drink in front of the machine.
To her, I said,
“Buy me a coffee, would you?”
“Huh? Ah….”
I suddenly begged her for a single coffee.
She must have wondered who the hell would say something like that out of the blue, but the moment she saw me, Seon Yeonwoo’s lips curved into a subtle, enigmatic smile.
“…It’s been a while, sunbaenim.”
“So just one coffee.”
“Okay.”
She didn’t particularly mind the abrupt request. She immediately pressed the button for a five-hundred-won can of coffee.
Clunk—!
“Here.”
She handed me the can without a second’s hesitation.
“How’s company life treating you?”
“Uh… I’m doing it the way you taught me, sunbaenim, so it’s pretty comfortable.”
“That’s a relief, then.”
“What about you, sunbaenim? Managing okay?”
“Just… getting by.”
“Ah….”
The year before last.
Just as Chu Yeonju had once taught me the ropes of company life, I had taught Seon Yeonwoo about this place in turn.
“What was it you said back then… is company life still like that for you?”
“…….”
…And that was when one of my darker chapters had been written.
“…Ah, no. These days it’s fine. Good, even.”
“Is that so?”
“Of course. Theese… these days I’m actually enjoying company life without any of that.”
“Hmm….”
Back when I hadn’t known Seon Yeonwoo was a third-generation chaebol—the granddaughter of the Gaon Group chairman—I’d tried to look cool in front of a junior and spouted a bunch of unnecessary crap about how company life was absolute fucking shit.
But at the time, it really had been absolute fucking shit.
Things seemed to run a bit more smoothly now, but back then…
Overtime every single day.
Projects collapsing at the slightest hiccup.
And a senior who was completely incompetent on top of it.
Company life that hit the trifecta had been truly, thoroughly fucking miserable.
“Still… I keep the things you told me back then close to my heart while I work, so I can tell which parts are hard.”
“No, that….”
When a woman I’d been thinking “I want to fuck” started teasing me like that, the fluster that hit was bigger than expected. Even with Seon Yeonwoo smiling slyly, I couldn’t easily open my mouth.
Clunk—!
“Well then, hang in there.”
“…Yeah.”
Seon Yeonwoo pulled a milk-flavored soda, gave me a bright little smile, and left first.
“…This is hard.”
Park Eunseo, Chu Yeonju, An Jihye.
Those three were either close to me or constantly colliding with me at work, so stacking more than three “relationships” with them had been incredibly easy.
By that logic, Seon Yeonwoo… if I deliberately got close to the Planning Department, she was a PR employee I could absolutely befriend. Yet for some reason, the number of times our paths actually crossed had never been high.
The way I’d been matched with An Jihye… Seon Yeonwoo felt matched with Isuyen instead.
So creating any real chance to get closer to her had been difficult, but…
“Choi daeri.”
“Yes.”
“Check this once for any problems and pass it over to PR. When the reply comes, let me know.”
Today, with Isuyen taking annual leave for various reasons, it somehow turned out that material for me to get tangled up with Seon Yeonwoo this way and that had appeared.
First…
I skimmed the documents the manager had handed me.
No issues, so I faxed them over to the PR Department.
Then I called Seon Yeonwoo on the company messenger.
I passed along the simple request and waited a bit.
That “bit” turned out to be about twenty minutes.
The reply from Seon Yeonwoo arrived, and when I opened my email, a flawless report with nothing to complain about was waiting for me.
“Manager, the reply from PR is in. No issues.”
“Ah, got it. Forward it to my email.”
“Yes.”
I passed it back to the manager…
I thought to myself that teaching her exactly what the previous manager had taught me had been a very good call.
Setting aside my thoughts about Seon Yeonwoo, it was simply convenient for getting work done right now.
However…
“…What?”
…The sudden drink talk was, quite literally, out of nowhere.
“Ah, fuck.”
This was power harassment. Clear, blatant power harassment.
Thinking I couldn’t just let this slide, I headed over to confront Seon Yeonwoo…
Clunk—!
“…….”
There I was, pulling a milk-flavored soda from the terrace vending machine.
“…What the hell am I doing right now?”
Even someone like me, who prided himself on living with a cool head, was several beats late in recognizing the situation thanks to how smoothly the power play had been delivered.
And I couldn’t exactly throw away the can I’d already bought.
“Haaah….”
Fine.
If I went to see Seon Yeonwoo, got another look at that pretty face, and maybe even built a little more of a “relationship,” that would be a win.
With the thought that good things were good things, I headed to where she was…
Thud—!
“Ah, thank you.”
I set the drink can down on Seon Yeonwoo’s desk and tried to make a quick escape.
But.
“Sunbaenim, sunbaenim.”
“Yes?”
“If you buy me dinner tonight, I think I’ll really be able to forget what you said.”
“…….”
Seon Yeonwoo had no intention of letting go of the weakness she’d once grabbed.
“No, that… look, I’ve already got plans tonight.”
“What kind of plans?”
“I have to take the car in for a checkup. It’s a reservation, so there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“Hmm….”
Seon Yeonwoo wore a sly expression as she looked me up and down.
In that gaze, I felt the pure instinct of someone who absolutely held the upper hand.
“…Then tomorrow’s free, right?”
“No, you’re the one with way more money than me—why would you want me buying you a meal….”
“I’m just an ordinary company employee, you know?”
Where the hell was she getting that nonsense…
“…Fine. Tomorrow, then.”
…Even so, eating a meal with Seon Yeonwoo once didn’t feel like that big a loss.
I locked in the dinner plans for tomorrow evening, hurried back to my seat, and started on the next day all over again.
As quitting time approached, I quietly rose from my seat.
I exchanged casual goodbyes with people and got into the car with Park Eunseo, who had been waiting on the first floor of the company building.
“So… what am I supposed to do once we get there?”
“Hmm? No, you don’t have to do anything. Just hang out with me in the office. That hyung will take care of the car on his own.”
And as we headed toward the repair shop where Jung Minjun hyung worked, Park Eunseo and I simply… exchanged ordinary everyday talk.
What I’d done yesterday.
How work had gone today.
What I thought I’d be doing tomorrow.
We chatted like that until, naturally…
Swoosh—
I rested my hand on Park Eunseo’s thigh and stroked it gently.
I’d done it hoping she’d get pretty flustered.
Swoosh—!
Instead, Park Eunseo—brimming with mischief—grabbed my hand and pushed it straight up under her skirt.
I was the one who got more flustered.
Squeeze—!
“Haang…!”
My hand twitched, and that motion ended up feeling almost exactly like stimulating Park Eunseo’s pussy.
Well… might as well take the opportunity while it was there.
Inside her skirt I shoved her panties aside and simply pushed a finger straight into her pussy.
“Nnngh….”
The claim that she had a high sex drive clearly hadn’t been a lie.
Every now and then Park Eunseo pulled stunts even I hadn’t expected and made things fun for me.
I had a feeling today might be one of those days.
Squeeze—!
“Hah…!”
When I firmly rubbed her clit with my finger, Park Eunseo’s body trembled all over.
Then, whenever the car stopped at a light…
Slick—!
“Aaaahngh…!”
I thrust my finger deep into her pussy and pumped it in and out rapidly.
Park Eunseo responded to it all with complete enthusiasm.
I’d been wondering why she was reacting this well, then I remembered—our “relationship” was set up that way.
The second “relationship”: “sex partner who gets turned on just by looking.”
But unfortunately…
“Haaaah… nngh, nnngh, haaaaang….”
“We’re here.”
“Hah, haah… a-are we already there?”
“Yeah.”
Before long we’d arrived near the destination.
But getting out like this felt a little disappointing.
“…Eunseo.”
“Nngh?”
“You brought what I told you about yesterday, right?”
“Yesterday… yeah, I brought it… wait, you can’t be serious….”
I grinned and pointed with my chin at the space between Park Eunseo’s legs.
“Change into it now and put it in.”
“…You’re really awful, you know that?”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“…….”
I handed her the choice, but in the end Park Eunseo lifted the small eco-bag she’d left on the back seat onto her thighs.
From it she pulled out the vibrator we’d used before, along with the panties that had a little pocket for it.
And when she lightly slipped off the panties she was wearing, sticky love juices were visible…
“Mm… no. Never mind.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t use that.”
“…Why?”
The moment I told her not to, she looked disappointed.
Park Eunseo stuck her lips out in a pout and glared at me, but I felt like I’d just found an even better way to make her feel good.
“…Don’t do anything else. Just take off your panties and get out.”