Little Devil

Seon Yeonwoo said she'd buy me lunch, then told me to wait a moment and stepped out of the office.

A short while later—

"Sunbaenim, here's a lunchbox for you."

"Ah… thanks."

She'd bought two lunchboxes from right in front of the building. She handed one to me, kept the other for herself, and sat down in the seat Isuyen usually occupied.

"Busy with work?"

"Yeah, seems like it. Especially today. Lately I've been getting off on time no problem… so I figured today would be the same."

"Hmm…"

Click. When I opened the lunchbox Seon Yeonwoo had bought me, beef bulgogi and an assortment of side dishes came into view. I was pretty hungry anyway.

"Thanks for the meal."

"Sure."

I offered a simple thanks and dug into the beef bulgogi lunchbox she'd gotten me.

It was good.

With calories flowing in, I could feel my brain starting to work again. And with that smoothly running mind…

"You know that's Isuyen's seat, right?"

"Was it?"

"Yeah. Actually, earlier Isuyen and I… we talked about you for a bit, Yeonwoo."

"What did she say?"

"That you're good at your job, and that she's grateful for how you help her out. That kind of thing."

"Ahh…"

I looked Seon Yeonwoo over.

She was definitely small. Park Eunseo was already on the petite side, but Seon Yeonwoo was a little smaller still. Her frame ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was much more delicate. Her head seemed smaller too. She was a bit shorter as well. And yet she had everything where it counted — which went beyond mere wonder and into the realm of pure unfairness.

A third-generation chaebol heiress, and she looked like that… if Korean people already subconsciously "admired" people like her, and her looks were on top of that… fuck, what even.

If Seon Yeonwoo had been a man. If a guy had all of that, people would at least get to bitch behind his back that his dick was probably three centimeters — a little envious trash talk. But Seon Yeonwoo was nothing like that.

It wasn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like she was massive or anything. But those clearly rounded breasts, that unmistakably defined hip line… and with that baby-faced look of hers on top of it all, the only thought that came to mind was that I just wanted her.

Seon Yeonwoo went on.

"I talk with Isuyen sometimes too, and your name comes up, Sunbaenim."

"Does it?"

"Yes. I'm sure you've noticed, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but Isuyen is really good at her job too."

"Yeah, she is."

"So I tell her I'm jealous."

"Jealous of Isuyen? Why?"

"Because she gets to work with you. These days, people as good at their jobs as you are rare in this company. Getting to work right next to someone like that is a stroke of luck, I think."

She smiled at me with a sly little grin that didn't match that face of hers at all.

I wasn't sure if this was the right way to put it, but — Park Eunseo was a sly little fox. Chu Yeonju was a bright golden retriever. An Jihye was an asshole of a cat. Just like those three each carried an animal image, Seon Yeonwoo had always given off a rabbit vibe.

But looking at her now… she was no rabbit. She gave off that little devil energy you see in genre media.

"…You know about my background too, Sunbaenim."

"Of course I do."

"Honestly… because of that, I've always kind of admired people who are good at their jobs."

"Hmm?"

But that feeling faded quickly… and rather than some abstract impression, Seon Yeonwoo was looking at me with a much more direct smile.

"I've always heard the same thing from my grandfather growing up. That people who can't do their jobs are the most useless people in the world. So I think that turned into something like an obsession for me."

"Mm… that makes sense."

Well. Being a third-generation chaebol heiress came with its own set of problems for the person living it. The difficulties that came with being a chaebol granddaughter. Other people's gazes and evaluations, having to live up to their standards to some degree, never disappointing them, never becoming the subject of gossip. The Seon Yeonwoo I knew, the one I'd watched, had lived her life carefully keeping all of that in check.

"Coming into the company and having Choi Jichan as my direct senior… I'm really glad about that."

"That much?"

"Yes. Thanks to you, I feel like I've adapted well to the company."

"If you think of it that way… I'm grateful."

Even after joining the company. From our first meeting, I'd created that pathetic black mark of a history by saying company life was fucking awful… but apparently that had left quite an impact on Seon Yeonwoo.

Ah, so this is what a company is like.

Ah, so to survive in a place like this, you have to do something.

Ah, the person in front of me says those things and still keeps going.

Of course, that black history…

"…Anyway, Sunbaenim, so you're free tomorrow, right?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes. Originally you were going to buy me a meal, but today I bought yours. Hmm… eating lunchboxes with you brings back old memories. It feels nice."

"……."

…The fact that it really was a black history was the problem, though.

"…Alright. I'll try to wrap things up tomorrow without any overtime."

If I could use that black history as an excuse to have another meal with Seon Yeonwoo, and through that create one more "relationship" — it wasn't a bad trade at all.

The next day at work.

The moment I sat down, I scrolled through the Office Romance Management App out of habit.

"Hmm…"

I'd been hoping, but — it seemed the third "relationship" with Seon Yeonwoo still hadn't formed. No exclamation mark next to her name.

What kind of person was I to Seon Yeonwoo right now?

First… she was probably happy she'd gotten dirt on me. But she didn't seem like she was trying to extract anything from me with that leverage. Just… teasing me a bit?

If I sorted it out — someone she had dirt on, and someone fun to tease. Those two "relationships," maybe.

Which meant I just needed to create one more "relationship" going forward…

"…Hmm?"

As I sat thinking, an idea came to me for what direction the third "relationship" should take.

…Of course, there was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a chance the two "relationships" I'd already identified were actually merged into one. But from what I'd experienced so far… once one "relationship" formed, creating another wasn't all that difficult.

So I thought through how I wanted to paint the picture with Seon Yeonwoo, then checked one by one how the people with exclamation marks saw me.

Park Humin, Park Eunseo, Chu Yeonju, and…

"Uuugh…"

…An Jihye.

The first three had no changes in their relationships. If there were any, I already knew about them, or I'd been the one to change them.

But An Jihye was a little different.

Originally she'd just been an annoying fucking bastard.

Roughly piecing it together… while sucking my cock, An Jihye's body had probably gotten all heated up too. That heat had still been there when she got home. And as time passed… the memory of that moment kept coming back.

"The stimulation must've been pretty intense."

In her current state… I'd seen An Jihye on Monday and hadn't met her all week since, so if I went to see her today, I might get a pretty good reaction.

Hell, I wouldn't mind blowing a load down An Jihye's throat today either. And if it didn't stop at just one load, even better.

…Looking at the situation, it didn't seem like I'd be snuggling up with Park Eunseo or Chu Yeonju tomorrow on our day off anyway…

Something like that.

Today I'd deal with An Jihye, and in the evening I'd focus on creating a "relationship" with Seon Yeonwoo.

With An Jihye's "relationship" set like that… a little before lunch.

I didn't really have any reason to go, but I forced myself to invent some work and headed toward the Finance Department.

No.

"Jihye."

"…Y-yes."

I'd come looking for An Jihye.

She flinched when she saw me, then settled back into her usual blank expression and faced me.

"Jihye, can I talk to you for a second?"

"……."

First things first. After An Jihye and I had gone to Yuseong Industries… I'd heaped plenty of praise about her onto our department head. I needed to check whether that had landed properly.

But it would be a problem if other people overheard, so I jerked my chin toward somewhere private.

An Jihye… scanned the area with a face full of wariness, then carefully rose from her seat. As if making any sound would draw other people's eyes, and then they'd know she was going somewhere with me, and then her "thoughts" would be exposed.

Trying to maintain that posture, An Jihye followed me at a careful distance.

The place I took her to was…

Creeeak…

The emergency stairwell.

"……."

"Come in."

The emergency stairwell didn't hold particularly good memories for An Jihye. Her already high wariness climbed even higher — it was written all over her face.

However.

"…Why did you call me here?"

An Jihye, who had ultimately followed me into the emergency stairwell, crossed her arms and glared at me.

Still using formal speech, though? So I'd be polite for now too.

"I wanted to check how things went."

"About what?"

"The place we went on Monday. I talked to the department head the next day, and I wanted to make sure it got through properly."

"……."

I spoke courteously, but An Jihye averted her eyes slightly and held back her answer.

If silence meant agreement, it seemed like the message had gotten through fine. But her inability to answer… if she affirmed it here, she was probably worried she'd have to suck me off again.

So, uncharacteristically for An Jihye… she hesitated a little.

"…It seems like it went well."

"Really? Did the Finance Department head say something separately?"

"Yes."

I didn't particularly show my hand toward her. Purely. With an expression and tone that only cared about the results, I "acted" like I was just trying to find out the facts as they were.

But at the same time.

"…See? I told you I don't lie."

"……."

I brought up our "contract" once more.

And that was the end of the conversation.

"If something like this comes up again, I'll put in a good word for you then too, Jihye. So I'll be counting on you then as well."

When I turned to leave the emergency stairwell, An Jihye was the one who looked flustered.

"You came all the way here just to say that?"

"Yeah. Leaving it in a text felt weird, and it's not exactly something we can talk about with other people around."

"……."

"Jihye. Let's make this clear while we're at it."

"M-make what clear?"

Once again. I turned my body that had been about to leave, and stepped right up close to An Jihye.

"You were the one who created this kind of relationship first, not me."

I even shook the phone that had "that video" saved on it, deliberately bringing back how our contract had been sealed.

And on top of that…

"Honestly, I like this kind of thing. If you want it again next time, just say the word. No — even without our contract or anything, if you just ask me to do it, Jihye, I'll do it whenever you want."

"……."

"…So don't feel pressured. If you like that kind of thing too, just tell me anytime."

I dragged it out so the second "relationship" I'd just changed would have time to sink into An Jihye.