An Jihye Knew Her Own Market Value All Too Well
Right now, to An Jihye, I was the biggest fucking piece of shit in the entire world.
So.
“…Hah.”
After going to the trouble of calling me over, An Jihye let out a sound of pure disbelief and turned her head away.
But.
As much of a piece of shit as I was, she was thinking she wanted me to shove my cock into her.
That gap—that dissonance—was what kept her mouth shut so easily.
“You did the same thing yesterday. If you’re going to call someone, say something. It’s almost quitting time.”
“…….”
People have pride.
If you’re a person, you have at least a basic sense of social awareness, and because you’re a person, you know the other side has that same basic awareness too.
According to that awareness.
Just as An Jihye hadn’t liked me before we had a “relationship,” she also knew I hadn’t liked her either.
There was no way she wouldn’t know. When it came to reading the room, An Jihye ranked among the absolute highest of anyone I knew.
There was no way she could say something like “I keep thinking about your cock, so won’t you fuck me?” to someone like that.
“I’ve seen all kinds of weird people. Go inside. I’m leaving too.”
“No, wait….”
But if she didn’t say anything, her body itched so badly she thought she’d go crazy.
In fact.
On An Jihye’s face as she grabbed me to stop me from leaving, there was something that looked, for once, like urgency.
So I slipped in a little…
“What’s been going on with you since yesterday, seriously. Do you like me or something?”
“What?”
“No, I mean. Yesterday you suddenly said you had something to tell me and came all the way to where I was. Then in the car you went and sucked me off. And look at you now—grabbing someone who’s trying to clock out. How exactly am I supposed to take this?”
If I talked shit like that.
An Jihye would have no choice but to tremble even harder and glare at me.
This went beyond mere emotion.
An Jihye knew her own “market value” all too well.
That ridiculously fuckable face of hers.
The fact that she’d landed a job at a major corporation.
And beyond that, she’d piled up all kinds of other credentials, no doubt.
All for the classic goal of marrying rich.
This was pure speculation on my part, but… I was pretty sure An Jihye had never even had sex before.
The market value a woman could hold when she hadn’t been touched by another man was truly enormous.
Even that first time she’d offered to suck me off.
From her perspective, she’d probably been searching for a way to satisfy a man a little while still protecting her own “market value,” and that was what had come out of her mouth.
If that speculation was true…
“Or what. After yesterday, looks like Jihye-ssi got properly hooked too. Is that it? You actually want it for real?”
“…….”
I could guess just how worked up An Jihye must have been yesterday in the car, teeth clenched, pushing for it.
It meant she’d wanted it badly enough to throw away her own “market value.”
Yeah. That was pretty impressive in its own way.
If I kept putting up walls against An Jihye after she’d done something that impressive, I probably wouldn’t get to see anything good come of it.
I needed to open up a little myself and give her some guidance.
“I’m not off work yet, so I’ve got to finish up… If you want it, wait until six-thirty in front of the elevator in the B2 parking garage. I’ll give it to you. Fine.”
“…….”
Like that.
I even went out of my way to use the phrasing “I’ll give it to you,” sparing the last shred of An Jihye’s pride as I stepped out onto the emergency stairs.
Anyway, An Jihye would…
“I’m going then. If you’re not in front of the elevator, I’m heading straight home, so if you change your mind, just go home yourself, Jihye-ssi.”
…definitely be waiting in front of the elevator.
Creeeak… Thud—
“…Fuck.”
Why am I like this.
The moment the emergency stairwell door closed, An Jihye spat out a raw curse.
Seriously, why am I like this?
What the hell am I so desperate for that I’m thinking I want that fucking bastard to fuck me?
Why, damn it?
“Fuck…!”
It was so humiliating and unfair.
An Jihye’s eyes even welled up as her tightly clenched fists trembled.
What the hell am I so desperate for.
In a slightly contemptuous way of putting it, she’d joined a major corporation for the sake of marrying rich.
And to earn that qualification, An Jihye had steadily managed herself.
Every kind of skincare, body management, and even her credentials.
The results had been spectacular.
An Jihye, who’d grown up ordinary in an ordinary household, had started standing out from her college days and living a life where every kind of man flocked to her.
So this is how you live.
In her “ordinary” days she’d studied hard, gotten into a so-called prestigious university, and used that background to land a job at a major corporation.
After joining.
An Jihye had immediately become the most famous woman in the company and found herself in the position of choosing among the men.
But the men who actually appealed to An Jihye never approached her, and the ones who met her standards were already married or had girlfriends.
There were occasional single guys, but… for some reason the relationships never properly improved.
Still, she’d held on.
And the result of all that holding on and holding on was just… just…
“Haaaah….”
She let out another long sigh.
Setting Jichan’s matter aside, there was still time left until quitting time.
An Jihye walked out of the emergency stairs on unsteady legs and sat down at her desk.
She glanced at the clock: 5:37.
Blankly.
An Jihye spent twenty-three minutes just staring at the clock, and the moment it hit six she stood up.
“…I’ll be heading out.”
As befitting an “ace” who was good at her job.
Even when An Jihye stood up, there wasn’t a single person who could stop her.
Thanks to that, she left the office and stepped straight into the elevator, squeezing in among the people already inside.
Naturally, the elevator buttons for the floors where the most people got off—starting with the first floor—were already pressed.
Ding—
The elevator arrived at the first floor.
People who commuted by bus or subway rather than private car got off, and fewer than a third of the passengers remained inside.
An Jihye.
Ding—
“…….”
Was one of that remaining third.
The reason I’d mentioned six-thirty to An Jihye instead of exactly six…
“…I’ll be heading out.”
…was actually nothing special.
An Jihye had called me out of nowhere, and the time she’d taken from me had simply pushed my quitting time back a little.
But thinking about it, that was actually better.
If I’d clocked out at six and picked An Jihye up right away, it would have meant heading to a motel with an An Jihye who was fixated solely on my cock.
But if I gave her thirty minutes.
In those thirty minutes, An Jihye would have gone through a considerable amount of worry and inner conflict.
Why am I doing this right now?
Who the hell does that bastard think he is, that I’m still here?
Do I really need to be here?
What kind of reaction am I supposed to show when I face that bastard later?
Those thirty minutes were, for me, like a process of aging and ripening.
And when I say aging.
I sincerely hoped An Jihye’s pride wouldn’t break.
Even while sucking cock, she’d glare at me.
Even when her low voice turned thin and fragile, she’d spit out dual curses in that fragile voice.
Even while getting fucked, she’d shoot me looks like she wanted to kill me.
That was the An Jihye I wanted… Extremely speaking, I didn’t want an An Jihye in a maid outfit yelling “Master”…
“…Actually, that’d be fine too.”
…was what I’d thought, but.
An An Jihye in a maid outfit who still hated her Master’s guts also sounded pretty good, now that I thought about it.
But that would probably be a matter for later.
Anyway.
Because An Jihye’s pride was so strong, she would ultimately pin the blame for all the worry and conflict she’d cultivated over those thirty minutes on me.
“You’ve been waiting, huh?”
“Hah, fuck….”
Like this.
I came down to the B2 parking garage, and the moment I stepped out of the elevator, An Jihye clenched her teeth hard and turned her head away.
Yeah. You’re hotter when you’re like this.
That was why I’d locked our first “relationship” with An Jihye as “the biggest fucking piece of shit in the world.”
“Come on. Let’s go.”
Together with the An Jihye who saw me that way.
We trudged over, got into my car, and I started driving without another word.
It was a weekday, after all.
Even if we went to a motel there would obviously be plenty of rooms left, so I didn’t bother with anything annoying like making a reservation.
…Of course, since this was a same-day arrangement, there was also the burden of having to wear the same clothes tomorrow, but that much.
“Haaa….”
If it meant I could “humiliate” An Jihye as she stared out the window and sighed, I could more than put up with that much.
How fucking awful must it feel.
Spending a night at a motel and then having to wear today’s clothes again tomorrow was the same situation for An Jihye as it was for me, after all.
First of all.
Going to the motel was one thing, but given the time of day I also had to think about food.
“What do you want to do about food? We can eat first and then go in, or go in and order delivery. Decide that much before we go.”
“…Just go in and order whatever.”
If I wanted to tease An Jihye a little more for picking that option…
“You must be pretty desperate.”
“What?”
“You look like you’re dying to get it over with already.”
“Hah….”
I could even say shit like that.
Whether that got under her skin or not.
“…Then let’s eat first and go in. Don’t say such retarded things.”
“Fine. There’s a place just up ahead that does really good curry. Curry okay with you?”
“Whatever.”
In her own way, An Jihye was putting on airs of pride and had now started dropping the formal speech almost halfway.
On top of that, she even whipped her head away as if she couldn’t stand the sight of me constantly needling her.
At that moment I casually… while the car was stopped at a light, pretended to tap the navigation and opened the Office Romance Management App.
An Jihye — Relationships
• The biggest fucking piece of shit in the world (Locked)
• The man I want to fuck me with his cock (Strengthened)
• The superior who holds the rights to my body — 19
The one I was going to touch here… was the second.
I changed “the man I want to fuck me with his cock” into “the man who turns me on when I hear his voice.”
Naturally I left the “Strengthened” on.
According to the strongly seeping update notes of Version 1.02, even though I’d just changed it, it would imprint on An Jihye even faster than usual.
In that state.
I went into a Japanese-style curry place near the company with An Jihye.
There we ate quickly, really without exchanging a single word.
When it came time to pay, An Jihye for some reason stood up holding her own bill.
Hmm… If I thought about it uncharitably, it felt like pressure for me to cover the motel fee. Just going by An Jihye’s personality, it felt like a silent protest that she didn’t want any more consideration from me.
You know the type. On a blind date, when a woman doesn’t like the guy, she insists on going Dutch instead.
This felt exactly like that situation.
Still… from my position I’d basically gotten a free meal, so I at least had to say thanks.
“Thanks for the meal, Jihye-ssi.”
“…….”
But.
The moment An Jihye heard my polite “thanks for the meal,” she flinched hard and stopped walking.
Why’s she doing that? The question rose, and then I saw An Jihye’s expression…
“Jihye-ssi, are you okay? If you’re not feeling well we can do this later. Looking at your face right now, it doesn’t seem like a good time.”
“I-It’s fine, so just hurry up.”
I realized the second “relationship” I’d changed earlier was taking hold very strongly.
Back in the car.
Heading to the motel.
Entering the room.
All the while my mouth never stopped, continuously letting An Jihye hear my voice.
Because of that.
“Haaaah… Tsk, haa….”
“I’ll wash up first.”
I was able to leave the thoroughly worked-up An Jihye behind and head into the bathroom first.