It's Not?

How much of a total piece of shit must I look like to An Jihye.

At first it was unavoidable—we clashed because of work. Then she developed the sense that she shouldn't pick fights with me. And after that… she started sucking me off just to stay on my good side.

Yeah. Even up to that point, I was already plenty of a bastard.

It had been roughly three weeks since Jihye first went down on me. And in those three weeks, it seemed like the only thing left inside her head was thoughts of my cock. There was no other explanation. No way she would ask to meet the biggest piece of shit she knew on a precious golden Sunday otherwise.

And facing a Jihye like that—

Yesterday I had tweaked the relationship entries a little.

For the first one—the subject she kept thinking about—I widened the scope slightly from just my cock to simply me. And the most important part was the second relationship entry. Before, it would have been something like desperately wanting me to cum in her mouth and that was about it. Same as the first, I dropped the specific subject and broadened the range a bit more.

Mouth, of course. Pussy too. Even her ass. When a man and a woman meet to have sex, those three holes are basically the only places you can put a cock anyway.

Of course—

"Okay… this should be enough."

Just because I changed the relationships didn't mean I planned to fuck Jihye today. Probably. Since I'd only adjusted them yesterday, the second relationship hadn't properly imprinted on her yet. But if I met her today and just killed about an hour shooting the breeze, that second "relationship" would lock in solidly. Once that was done, I'd just need to let it "mature" for two weeks at most—maybe only a few days if things moved fast.

And for that maturation—

Thud—!

I didn't dress up fancy. Just enough to look like a normal human being before I left the house. Late April. The sun was actually hot for once, so jeans and a plain T-shirt looked decent enough. Like that, I got in my car and headed over toward Pyeongchon where I'd arranged to meet Jihye. Same Anyang city, after all. Considering the hassle of parking, the bus would have been easier; if I wanted to move luxuriously, a taxi would have been far more convenient. Even so, I deliberately took the car. Surface reasons aside—when a junior from work comes to meet her senior, giving her a ride home just makes for a nicer picture. Plus, on the way back, having Jihye and me alone in an "independent" space was excellent material for that same picture.

So—

Thunk—

I parked in a decent paid lot, got out, and headed to the café Jihye had texted me earlier.

"This should be it…"

Given how wary she was of being alone with me, her subconscious probably wanted as many people around as possible. The result was this place—a massive franchise café that took up the entire ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠first floor of a big building. I stepped inside.

"……"

She must have been watching for me from outside, because our eyes met the second I walked in. …What a rude bitch. She was the one who asked to meet, and she couldn't even manage a little eye greeting when I showed up?

So I didn't go over to her. I went straight to the counter and ordered an iced latte. While I waited I kept glancing over at her… and yeah, she really was popular. Seon Yeonwoo, Chu Yeonju, Park Eunseo, An Jihye—among those four she was clearly the flashiest, most eye-catching one. In the short time it took for my latte, some guy approached her. Motive was obvious. Jihye just looked him up and down once and shook her head. Once she was alone again—

"Popular, huh?"

"……"

"…You called me out here. Least you could do is answer?"

"…It's not something Assistant Manager needs to worry about."

"True enough."

I set the latte down in front of me, sat, and grinned. Come to think of it, this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was the first time I'd seen Jihye in casual clothes. True to her SNS influencer image: a blouse with a faint ivory tint, a red tie at the neck for a little accent, and a tennis skirt with white piping. Damn. The outfit vaguely called school uniforms to mind, and combined with her face it really gave off that "queen bee" vibe.

"Why did you call me?"

"……"

"If you've got nothing to say, I'm just leaving."

"Um…"

I already knew she was basically a nerd underneath. Even after calling me out and being asked why, she couldn't easily spit out her real purpose. That much I understood.

I keep thinking about your cock and it's driving me crazy. You said last time you'd give it to me. So I'll suck you off—take it out.

"……"

"…Jihye?"

How the hell was she supposed to say something like that out loud. She was the kind of woman whose thoughts showed clearly on her face; every time her brow twitched or her lips moved, the shift in her thinking was completely readable. In moments like this—

"If it's hard to say in a place like this, we could go somewhere with fewer people."

"Huh?"

"It seems like something difficult to talk about. Looking at how you're going out of your way to tell me of all people, it doesn't seem like anything ordinary."

Instead of the usual garbage attitude I showed her, I treated her with the genuine mercy of a senior looking out for his junior. …Whether I was a senior looking out for his junior or a senior looking to get under his junior, we'd find out later. Still—

"Haa… Let's just go outside first. This isn't the place to talk."

Apparently the "caring senior" cosplay was working for her right now, because Jihye herself suggested moving to an "independent" space. But—

"We should finish the coffee first. I just got here."

"……"

Like I was going to just roll over and do whatever she wanted. And it wasn't even me being unreasonable, right? Common sense—who gets their coffee and then immediately stands up without drinking any of it? If that was the plan she should've given me an eye greeting first and suggested leaving right away. Thanks to that—

"This place really does have good coffee."

I made a show of drinking slowly and leisurely, waiting for the "relationship" to imprint on her a little more. Still… dragging it out too long wasn't a problem for Jihye so much as me starting to get a little impatient.

"Let's go."

After about ten minutes of coffee I stood up. And in that moment—sitting the whole time I hadn't noticed, but once Jihye rose I was reminded all over again that the woman herself was just ridiculously fuckable. Firm thighs sculpted by exercise. The wide hips you automatically picture when you think of female influencers. A slim waist and nicely pushed-out chest. And then… that face. Looking around with half-lidded eyes like a haughty cat—it was the kind of look that drove people insane. Even now, look. Every single man who walked past got pulled in by that "gaze" of hers and glanced at her at least once. If I hadn't been standing next to her they probably would have kept hitting on her like that earlier guy.

To a Jihye like that—

"Where are we going? 'Somewhere quiet' doesn't exactly narrow it down."

"You said you live in Anyang."

"I do live in Anyang, but not this side of it. About ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a twenty-minute drive away."

"…So you came by car?"

"Yeah. Someone came all this way to see me—least I can do is drop her off after."

"……"

I put on the nice-senior cosplay one more time…

"…Then let's go in your car, Assistant Manager. I don't really want other people overhearing."

"Sure."

She went ahead and suggested the car herself. For Jihye my car was about as pleasant a memory as the emergency stairwell, yet she still wanted it. But the conversation coming up was important enough that she was willing to put up with even those bad memories.

Thunk—!

Jihye got into my car with surprising confidence and just stared at me.

"So what is it you actually want to say?"

"……"

…But she still couldn't say it, could she? She'd dragged me here with plenty of momentum, trying to project how unbothered she was, but she still had her pride.

"……"

"…Jihye, if you're not just messing with me, start talking already. I'd appreciate it if you considered that I got dragged out here out of nowhere on my day off."

"No, it's just…"

Now that we were alone. I lifted my chin. Tilted one corner of my mouth up. Looked down at her like she was beneath me. Dropped the caring-senior cosplay from the café and fully returned to being the senior who looked to get under his junior. To a me like that—

"…You said something last time."

"About what?"

"Back then, like an advance. If I sucked you off first, later… later you'd help me out."

Even at the end her pride got in the way; she still couldn't admit she'd come because she wanted to suck me off. But what could she do.

"I did say that."

"I'll suck you off. Count it as three times."

"No can do."

"What?"

"I mean… last time you sucked me twice, right? But I still haven't done anything for you yet. If you suck me one more time here, that means I'd have to do something big enough to cover three blowjobs. Honestly, that's a burden even for me."

I didn't really see any reason I had to take on that kind of debt.

"To be honest I do like it when you suck me off. But it's not like I have to get it only from you, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so why would I take on that kind of burden just for this?"

Besides, just yesterday I'd gone at it plenty with Yeonju, so my sex drive was more or less taken care of. I wasn't in a hurry. The one in a hurry right now was Jihye, not me.

"And here I thought you came for something important."

"……"

I deliberately undervalued the reason she'd come looking for me, then plugged the address near her place—the one she'd saved last time—into the navigation. And just started driving without another word. From here to near Jihye's place would take about forty minutes, so by the time we arrived the modified "relationships" should be properly imprinted.

"……"

"……"

Even when I set her neighborhood as the destination and took off in silence, Jihye stayed quiet. She was probably thinking about how she could suck my cock without completely shredding her pride. But once we arrived… it would only get worse. She might not just have to bruise her pride—she might have to throw it away entirely.

Knowing that, I drove nice and easy, not exchanging a single word with her, until we reached the roadside where I'd dropped her off last time. By then it had been a little over an hour and ten minutes since I'd met her today.

"I'm not really the type who likes carrying debt, you know. I'll give you some real help soon, so don't worry about it."

"……"

I tossed out whatever came to mind and casually declared that today's meeting was over. But Jihye—

Even though she had to understand the flow of things, she just kept glaring at me.

"Go on in."

"……"

To a Jihye like that, I smiled with the face of a senior who looked to get under his junior and told her again to hurry up and leave. Both hands clenched into fists in her lap, trembling, Jihye finally—

"…D-do it."

"Do what?"

"Let's do it. That was the whole point anyway."

She clenched her teeth and declared a fact that didn't even exist. But I—

"It's not?"

—denied that declaration.