Eunseo's a Total Pervert Now

"Hyung, I'm here."

"Oh—hey!"

At the sound of Jichan's voice, Jung Minjun's heart started pounding.

Not that he had any particular hobby of getting worked up over some guy's voice, of course.

"E-Eunseo-ssi. Hello."

Park Eunseo.

Last weekend, the moment he first laid eyes on her, he was completely hooked.

That glossy, swaying ponytail. That sly, foxy face. A slender figure that still made its presence unmistakably known.

He'd been so thoroughly, utterly hooked that he'd spent the entire weekend doing nothing but thinking about Park Eunseo.

And now that very person was standing right in front of him…

"Um… hello."

A little awkwardly. A little fidgety. With a faintly embarrassed look on her face—that was how she returned his greeting.

Jung Minjun snuck a glance at Jichan, then back at Park Eunseo, then at Jichan again, then at Park Eunseo once more.

"Uh, Eunseo-ssi, why don't you head inside and wait? I've got coffee ready and everything, so help yourself while you wait."

"Th-thank you…"

He gave a quick rundown of the full spread he'd prepared just for her. And once he and Jichan were left alone…

"Hyung, you need the car key?"

"Ah… just leave it in the car."

Figuring he should get to work first, Minjun rolled Jichan's car up onto the lift and popped the hood. Then he snuck another glance toward the office where Park Eunseo had gone—and caught Jichan just as he was about to head inside.

"Hey, hey, Jichan."

"Yeah?"

"Did you tell Eunseo-ssi about me?"

"Ah, not yet, no."

"Why not?!"

"Hyung, think about it."

"Uh-huh…"

Jung Minjun was a man who had truly done nothing but work hard his whole life. Jichan, on the other hand—by his own description he worked like a dog, but he was still a younger brother who enjoyed everything life had to offer along the way.

And of everything Minjun envied about him, women topped the list. He was just past thirty and had never once gone on a date; he made good money, sure, but if he ever did meet a woman it would only be at a "nice establishment." So that side of Jichan was what he envied most.

Which meant he had no choice but to listen carefully to Jichan's warnings.

"How long has it even been since you first saw her? If you bring up your interest right away, what do you think Eunseo's going to think?"

"Wh… what would she think?"

"That it's way too obvious. And look—even you can tell she's the type who gets a ton of attention."

"Y-yeah… true…"

Her face and looks played a part, sure. But that subtle, hard-to-pin-down allure Minjun had felt from her was definitely a factor too. Of course… that allure was entirely the product of Jichan's little "games," but Minjun had no way of knowing that.

So he kept listening.

"She's going to feel pressured. So you've got to take this kind of thing slow. Real slow."

"I-is that so?"

"Of course. Still, today's the second meeting, so… I'll try talking to Eunseo within the next few days. She's got to have some time to look at you and make up her own mind, right?"

"Ah… yeah. Yeah, that makes sense…"

But disappointment settled over him almost immediately. And Jichan, for his part, could tell that Minjun was disappointed about something.

"…What? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's not that. Earlier, when we said hello, she seemed a little… shy, you know? So I thought maybe… you'd already said something about me, and she was thinking about it positively."

Aigoo, this guy…

He was a genuinely kind person—a really good man—so why did he shrink down to nothing the second he stood in front of a woman? Perfectly good-looking. Made excellent money. Wonderful personality. He'd just worked so hard for so long that he had no idea how to handle women.

So…

"…You've got it backwards."

"Backwards how?"

"If Eunseo's acting like that even though I haven't said a word about you, that's actually good news for you. It means she's getting shy around you all on her own."

"Oh—you're right!"

What exactly was "right" about that, Minjun didn't fully grasp, but…

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"Just take a look at the car for me. I'll head inside and casually drop some good things about you to Eunseo. Gotta show her the cool side of a man hard at work, right?"

"Y-yeah, okay. There's coffee inside, so drink that."

"Yep, thanks."

Which meant I'd get to play around and mess with Park Eunseo in peace.

Ding—

I opened the office door, and the first thing I saw was Park Eunseo's blank, slightly troubled face.

I wondered what was wrong, and then—

"…This feels so weird."

Probably because she felt so exposed down below, she had her knees pressed tightly together and kept glancing around nervously. I thought maybe another employee was around… but no.

Just the two of us—Park Eunseo and me. And the fact that Jung Minjun hyung was right outside that door made the whole situation pretty interesting.

Conveniently, the seat she'd taken had her back to where Minjun could see. A quick look around confirmed that from his angle, all he could make out of us was maybe our shoulders and up.

So I casually sat down next to her.

And then, slowly…

"Hey—hey…!"

I rested my hand on her thigh and, without a second of hesitation, slid it inward.

No question about it. I'd been tormenting her pussy the whole ride over. She wasn't wearing any panties. So her fluids had already run down onto her thighs—and when I gently stroked those slick, soaked depths…

"Hyaaah…"

Eunseo squirmed and grabbed my arm. But there wasn't much force behind it, which told me…

I pressed down.

"Hnn—!"

…She was enjoying this too.

I turned my head slightly toward her, and at the same time checked on Minjun past the top of her head. Whether my suggestion about showing off a hardworking man's charm had landed or not, he was inspecting the car with a thoroughness even I—who knew next to nothing about cars—could appreciate.

In that case, time to get more aggressive.

I slid a finger in.

"Haah…"

I pushed one finger into Park Eunseo's pussy, making her slender body flinch. When I pulled my hand back out, sure enough, it was coated thick with her sticky fluids—and I pushed it right back in.

"Hnn, haaah…"

And while I did—

"…Eunseo."

"Y-yeah…?"

"I told you before, right? That hyung out there is interested in you."

"Mm… y-yeah, you did."

I kept working her pussy as I delivered Minjun's interest to her one more time. And then, almost unconsciously, she turned her head just slightly toward the man who supposedly liked her.

Weirdly enough, it was as if Minjun had felt her gaze—he looked up from the engine ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and glanced our way out of nowhere.

Park Eunseo looked at Jung Minjun. Jung Minjun looked at us. I looked at Park Eunseo, and past her at Jung Minjun.

In the middle of that strange little triangle—

"…He brought it up again just a bit ago. Said he's interested in you. Asked if you might be open to it—that was about as far as it went. He's not trying to pressure you, so if the answer's no, just say no."

"……"

I'm talking about you, hyung. And she's listening. So hang in there.

I gave Minjun a little nod loaded with that meaning. Bolstered, he buried his head back in the engine.

"…Mmm, not really. Right now I just can't be bothered dating anyone."

"Then that's fine. I'll handle telling hyung. I never gave him your number or anything, so he won't be a hassle."

Around then, Eunseo turned her head back toward me—and I slid my finger in again.

"Haaang…!!"

She dropped her head under the assault of my fingers.

Just as Minjun had said, the vehicle inspection took about an hour—and for that entire hour, he never once came into the office.

Which meant…

Ding—

"Hey, all done."

"Finished?"

"Yeah. No problems at all. Just keep up with the oil changes and you should be fine for about three years. You got a good one off the lot. Nice car."

"That's a relief."

This—him coming into the office to deliver the results—was his first time stepping inside since Eunseo and I had come in.

"So we can just drive off, then?"

"Y-yeah… pretty much."

"Thanks, hyung. Text me the amount and I'll send it right over."

"Ah, come on, money? Between us? Forget it. Just drive safe."

"Listen to this guy bragging about how much he makes."

See that? This is how I casually hype you up.

I shot Minjun a look that said exactly that, and he beamed with a satisfied smile. But the actual target of all that appeal was—

"We'll get going, then."

"Y-yeah… take care. You too, Eunseo-ssi."

"Y-yes… yes…"

Nearly an hour of me tormenting her had left her completely out of it. And as a side effect of that—

"Hey, hey, Jichan."

"Yeah?"

"…M-make sure you talk to her for me."

"I told you I would. We're heading out."

"Y-yeah…"

Her cheeks had gone a little flushed. Her breathing was a touch warmer. Her eyes couldn't settle on anything. Put it all together and she was practically dripping with raw sex appeal—and it snagged Minjun's gaze hard.

Having set fire to some poor guy's heart like that, the moment Park Eunseo got in my car—

She grabbed my hand and yanked it straight between her thighs.

"Hey—hey… hurry, hurry up, okay? I—I… haah… I need it, hurryyy…"

She tugged my hand between her legs and begged me to get us to our "destination" already. But rather than take it slow… well, first I had to put the car in reverse.

I pulled my hand off her thigh and shifted into R. Rolled down the window for a second.

"Hyung, we're off!"

"Yeah, take care!"

I gave Minjun one last goodbye, rolled the window back up with my left hand, backed up a bit, then shifted into D. But I didn't pull out right away. Instead I picked up my phone and checked the Office Romance Management App.

To Park Eunseo, it probably looked like I was just setting the navigation.

But actually…

I'd changed "sex partner who gets turned on just looking at him" to "sex partner she wants to fuck where other people can see."

I wasn't sure exactly how ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that would manifest… but I knew for certain it would show up as something good.

So only then did I take my time…

And slide my hand back onto her thigh.

"Haaahhh…"

Stroking. Kneading. Squeezing. Quietly working her up like that…

"Eunseo's a total pervert now. Getting off with a vibrator in, getting off from going without panties…"

"Th-that's your fault…"

Hearing that desperate voice and seeing that face of hers got me a little worked up too. So I pushed my hand up under her skirt and pressed hard on her clit—harder than I had back in the office.

And Eunseo—

"Haaang…!!"

—apparently decided there was nothing left to hold back, and let the moan out raw and unfiltered.

…Ah, damn it. I was really losing it too.

That lewd voice of hers. That slick, soaked pussy. That filthy, intoxicating scent. Everything about her was designed to drive a man crazy, and without meaning to, my foot pressed a little harder on the accelerator.

Even so, I kept to the speed limit and the lights, and parked cleanly in the lot of the motel I'd reserved.

"Reservation under Choi Jichan. Just parking the car for a bit—we're going to grab a meal first."

"Yes, yes, of course."

I left a word with the friendly-looking owner that we'd be back shortly, and stepped back out of the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠motel.

"Hey—hey… why?"

Naturally, none of this had been discussed with Park Eunseo. She asked in a rush, but I just gave her an easy smile… and started looking for a spot that seemed a little more deserted.

"Follow me. I've got something good for you."