Exposure

After a brief bit of business with Seon Yeonwoo, I got back to my desk to find a text waiting from Chu Yeonju.

Come to think of it… it had been a while since Yeonju and I had last been all lovey-dovey.

Oh boy.

It had taken me roughly twenty minutes to reply, and her answer to that reply came flying back in one second flat.

I waited a moment, and then Yeonju's call came through…

"Yeah, yeah. What's up tomorrow?"

I already had a pretty good idea without her saying it.

Yeah. That was exactly the kind of thing I'd wanted to hear.

"Then how about we head over together after work tomorrow?"

"Alright. See you tomorrow, then."

"Uh… I could go for some kind of stew…."

"Sounds great. Looking forward to it."

Jackpot. If she was going to cook anyway, I was definitely going to ask for a massive batch. That way I'd have my daily bread stocked up for the whole weekend…

I ate lunch, pushed through the afternoon's work, and before long it was quitting time.

"Hmm…."

I packed up my things and headed down to the first floor, where Seon Yeonwoo was waiting with a mischievous, sly, downright scary little smile aimed right at me.

But knowing there was something deliciously suggestive buried underneath that look, I wasn't particularly intimidated. If anything, I was looking forward to it.

"Sunbaenim, is there anything you'd like to eat?"

"Well… you're the one treating me, Yeonwoo-ssi, so we should get whatever you want."

"In that case. There's a pretty good pollack stew place right up ahead."

"Oh, perfect."

It was still before the end of April. The evening air had a slight chill to it, and the moment a fitting menu came to mind, my interest was piqued.

I followed Yeonwoo into a pollack stew restaurant near the office. Neatly prepared stone-pot rice came out, and between us sat two servings of pollack stew that looked refreshing just to look at.

Dinner itself… wasn't anything particularly eventful.

"Thanks for the meal, Yeonwoo-ssi."

"I'm glad you liked it."

We finished eating and stepped outside. Out in front of the restaurant, it was about time to part ways… but Yeonwoo kept bouncing around beside me like she had something she wanted to say.

Probably…

"…Want me to drive you home?"

"Yes!"

That was clearly the line she'd been waiting for. Her voice was pure sunshine, but the expression on her face was pure mischief.

Just what kind of prank had she cooked up this time?

I was quietly looking forward to it myself as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I climbed into my car with Yeonwoo, same as last time.

From the office to Yeonwoo's place was only about fifteen minutes. Not exactly a generous window for a proper prank — and yet five minutes after we pulled out, Yeonwoo still hadn't done a thing.

Six minutes. Seven. Ten. Past twelve.

With barely three minutes left until we arrived, Yeonwoo just sat there staring straight ahead.

And then… I glanced at the right-side mirror.

"……."

"……."

…I thought I must have been seeing things.

"Is something wrong, Sunbaenim?"

"Ah, no."

Yeonwoo hadn't been doing nothing at all.

Very discreetly. Without making a sound. So subtly you wouldn't even notice unless you were looking.

She'd quietly hiked up the skirt she was wearing, exposing a thigh wrapped snug in sheer black pantyhose.

The sun had already set, so the road was dark. I'd been focused on driving and hadn't noticed. There'd been no sound to tip me off.

It was only the perfect timing of a streetlight catching her in the side mirror that let me see it at all.

Even so, she seemed a little nervous about it. She hadn't yanked the skirt all the way up enough to show her panties — just pulled it to that razor-thin, precarious line right before they'd come into view.

…And somehow that made it even hotter.

Almost visible. Almost not.

Once I'd registered that boundary line, even when I forced my eyes back to the road ahead, the image of those stockings kept burning in the back of my mind.

Somehow I managed to get us to Yeonwoo's place in one piece.

Sssk—

The moment my gaze was free to wander, I heard the soft sound of Yeonwoo tugging her skirt back down.

After that.

"Thanks for dinner tonight. Get home safe, Yeonwoo-ssi."

"……."

Even with me saying get home safe — even with me making it clear it was time to say goodbye — Yeonwoo just kept smiling that sly little smile.

"…Did you see?"

"Huh? See what?"

"Ah, so you didn't… That's a shame."

I couldn't let her play me like that.

No… matching Yeonwoo's teasing to a reasonable degree was fine, but for the greater good, pretending I hadn't seen anything was the right call right now.

That way…

"There'll be another chance next time."

…she'd climb out of the car with that same wicked grin again.

Lately I'd been busy with this and that. I had my own plate full, and Yeonju had hers.

The root cause of all this was none other than the Team 1 manager. His messes had been flung every which way, and naturally the other teams had reaped a bumper crop of bullshit right along with him.

…Because of that, ever since An Jihye had blown me in the emergency stairwell way back when, I hadn't managed to do anything at the office until she did it again last Friday.

Meanwhile Park Eunseo kept sending me suggestive photos and trying to reel me in. I'd hoped to do something about it over the previous weekend at least… but Eunseo had been busy too — and so had Yeonju, for that matter.

Of course, I'd hit a motel with Eunseo here and there in between, and I'd gotten some relief from Jihye as well… but it was never quite enough to scratch the itch.

So today — Friday.

"Jichan-ssi!"

The moment work ended, Yeonju came running over to me like a golden retriever who'd finally found her owner after far too long. If she'd had a tail, it would have been wagging like crazy right about now.

I headed down to the underground parking garage with her, and once we were both in my car—

"It's been so long since just the two of us went somewhere, Jichan-ssi."

"You're right… almost two weeks, isn't it?"

"I know."

Honestly. Being busy was part of it, sure — but I'd also been so caught up with the other women that I hadn't been giving Yeonju nearly enough attention.

I'd gone to Jung Minjun's auto shop with Eunseo. I'd gone a few rounds with Jihye over the Yuseong Industries situation. And with Yeonwoo… contact had been picking up a lot lately.

So of course.

"I was thinking of making it with pork — is that alright?"

"Pork is the law."

"Just checking in case… do you have ingredients and things at your place, Jichan-ssi…?"

"……."

"…Looks like we'll need to stop by a grocery store on the way."

Yeonju seemed to be treating this meetup less like a buildup to sex and more like an actual date. Clocking out with the guy she liked. Grocery shopping with the guy she liked. Cooking for the guy she liked. And then… when night fell, having sex with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that same guy she liked.

"One second, let me put in the address."

"Sure."

Thinking back over my "relationship" with Yeonju…

That was where things stood right now…

"Hmm…."

I snuck a glance at Yeonju, turning it over in my mind — and then I changed the third "relationship" entry from a little brother whose cock she wants to suck to a little brother who's adorable no matter what he does.

If Yeonwoo was the "little sister" type armed with a wicked smile, then Yeonju was the "noona" type — the kind who'd wrap her arms around everything about me with those huge breasts… no, with that enormous heart of hers.

The wording was a little vague, sure. But still.

Tap—

I set my phone in the holder and eased the car into motion…

Sssk…

"Ah…."

Even when I casually rested my hand on her thigh, Yeonju just beamed at me with that soft, goofy smile.

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Of course, the third "relationship" hadn't imprinted on her yet. I'd gotten pretty familiar with the Office Romance Management App by now. After changing a "relationship," if you met the person face-to-face, it seemed to take roughly… about an hour for the new relationship to fully imprint.

Sometimes it could be shorter, depending on the situation — direct physical contact after changing a relationship seemed to speed things up. And if you didn't meet them at all after making the change, it looked like it took somewhere between a day and two days.

Which meant.

I'd only just changed it, so by the time we reached the grocery store near my place… no matter what outrageous thing I did, Yeonju would look at me like I was her adorable little brother.

I was curious, alright.

If I grabbed her ass in a crowded supermarket. If I pulled her into a quiet corner and groped her chest. If I took her hand and pressed it against my cock.

She'd be flustered, sure. But even so, Yeonju would still look at me like I was her adorable little brother through all of it.

I wanted to see that look in her eyes just once…

Ssk—

"J-Jichan-ssi…."

I slipped my hand just slightly under the skirt Yeonju was wearing. Not deep. Just enough that my fingers almost — but not quite — brushed her panties… gently stroking along the crease of her groin, nothing more.

But even that was enough.

"Mmmnnn…."

Yeonju wanted me to creampie her, after all. And before that, she'd wanted to have sex with me. And even before that, she'd already thought of me as a man she liked.

So.

Squeeze…

"Hnnnnngh…."

Just softly kneading her thigh, her groin, was enough to send a quiet heat rolling through her.

To that Yeonju, I said—

"Sunbaenim… you mentioned you have an older sister, right?"

"Th-that's right…."

"What's she like?"

"My sister?"

The sudden question about her sibling made her eyes go wide — even with me still kneading her thigh.

"Um… just a regular older sister, I guess."

"Does she look like you, Sunbaenim?"

"I think we look a lot alike, yeah. My parents say so too, and so do people around us… Our vibes are a little different, but we do resemble each other."

"Oh… if she looks like you, Sunbaenim, then your sister must be incredibly pretty too, huh?"

"Uh, um…."

For the record, the real target of my flattery here wasn't Yeonju's sister — it was obviously Yeonju herself. Yeonju's sister is pretty. Yeonju and her sister look alike. Therefore Yeonju is pretty. A neat little three-step compliment.

Except…

"…Are you interested in my sister?"

"Huh?"

Yeonju seemed to have taken it a completely different way.

"No, no."

"Why bring up my sister all of a sudden…."

"Weeell… no, I was flattering you, Sunbaenim. Saying you're pretty."

Once I corrected that particular misunderstanding, Yeonju thought it over for a beat, then—

"…Ah."

—gave a little full-body jolt of pure embarrassment.

Watching her, I honestly… honestly did briefly entertain the classic sister-combo fantasy, but I shut that thought down just as fast. Yeonju was one thing. There was no way I could register Yeonju's sister in the Office Romance Management App, and I'd have to be out of my mind to think I could indulge in that kind of luxury.

Still.

"Th-thank you…."

Seeing that genuinely beautiful face of hers flush red at being called pretty was satisfying enough on its own.

Together with that pretty "noona," I pulled into the big supermarket near my place, grabbed a cart, and headed into the store.

"Hey, Sunbaenim."

"Yes?"

"Since you're cooking for me anyway… could you maybe make a lot?"

"A lot?"

"Since we're doing this… I figured I'd stock up and eat it over a few days."

"Hmm, sure. That's not hard — but do you have a big pot at home?"

"I've got one about… yea big…."

I held out my arms to show her roughly how wide the pot was, and Yeonju tilted her head, clearly calculating the quantities she'd need.

Once she finished the math—

"Okay. I know about how much. Do you have kimchi?"

"Yep. I've got some my mom sent me."

"Then we can just use that."

I was thinking about picking up some pork and a few frozen things to keep on hand… when I casually scanned the area to see how many people were around.

Confirmed: nobody nearby.

Squeeze—!

"J-Jichan-ssi…."

I grabbed a full, open handful of Yeonju's plump ass.