It's Okay to Break a Little Today

The first time I came, I'd been draped over An Jihye the entire time — hands and mouth never resting, working her without pause.

Biting her armpits, licking them, sucking them. Doing the same to her breasts — biting, licking, sucking. Kneading those springy tits with my hands as well.

But the second climax was different.

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-!!

"Hah—nn, haaah…! Ah-eung, this… this, haang, aaaahng, hiii-euuup…!"

I just gripped those absurdly wide hips of hers and hammered into her like a brute. My hands existed only to hold her pelvis. My mouth was nothing more than a vent for the violent motion.

In other words — the only way I was tormenting An Jihye right now was by driving my thick, long, massive cock straight into her cunt, over and over.

Of course… I wanted to touch that ridiculously fuckable body of hers. Wanted to lick it, suck it. But I held back for one reason alone.

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-!!

"Haaaang, aaaang, eu, euhht, hup… pffh, ahaaaang…!!"

To burn the feel of my cock into her properly.

The tutorial was over. Unlike our first time, I didn't drag things out or play with pacing. Only hard. If the first round had still carried a shred of consideration for her, this one had none. Purely, selfishly, for my own pleasure — I drove into her hard.

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-!!

"Haueuk, st…op, shi…haeut, haaaang, aaaeuhht, hwaaa… haeuup, eu, heuuu…!"

An Jihye glared up at me, tears shimmering in those catlike eyes. But buried in that stare was unmistakable fear.

Fear from pleasure that was simply too intense. Fear that she'd only done this once before — that this was merely the second time. Fear that if we went any further, she might genuinely lose her mind. And, layered on top of all of it, fear of me — the one delivering every last bit of that terror.

This was a woman who walked through life with her chin high and her neck stiff, as if she owned the world. And now that same woman was looking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at me with eyes full of fear.

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-!!

"Haaaang, haaeuup… eu, heup, haaaa… haeng, haaaang… kht, haaaaeup…!"

How was I supposed to not feel sadistic?

And that sadism translated directly into—

Thwack—!

Spurt—! Spurt, spurt, spurt—!!

"Heuuuuuuk…!!"

"Huu…."

—pleasure. For me. And for her.

"Haaeut, haaaa… hieut, heu… haeu, ht, heuut, haaeuuu…."

The sheer volume of pleasure that had been crashing over her without rest must have been too much. An Jihye was trembling all over, her clearly defined abs convulsing as if seized by spasms, whimpering through it. Those sharp, irritable catlike eyes had tears of fear beading at the corners.

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I wanted to see those tears from a little closer.

Thump—

"Jihye."

"You son of a… bitch…."

I planted my hands on either side of her face and used them as support to lower myself. Maybe thirty centimeters between us. Studying her face from that distance, I couldn't help thinking — even like this, she was a woman who got me hard.

Tears clinging to those fierce catlike eyes. Skin that had been pure white now flushed a deep red. Drool sliding from the corner of her mouth, trailing down her chin.

Just twice. A laughably small number of rounds compared to my stamina, and yet An Jihye was already this shaken. Of course… the reason I liked her so damn much was that even while drowning in the aftermath of pleasure, she still showed her defiance right to my face.

"I'm going to kill you… haaaa… ht, haaaa… you fucking bastard, haaeut…."

She'd been shaken — but she hadn't broken. And I didn't want her broken either.

And I—

Sliiiide…

"D-don't touch me…!"

"You like it so much, Jihye. Why get so worked up over me stroking your cheek once?"

"Haaeut, haaaa…!"

—I could train her so that she kept spitting curses at me like this, without collapsing.

"Jihye."

"Haa… shut up, please…."

"Jihye. I told you already. Once or twice isn't going to cut it."

"……."

But today — it was okay if she broke a little.

For all the death threats and "fucking bastards" and "son of a bitches" she'd thrown around, An Jihye slept surprisingly quietly. She must have been exhausted — we'd gone four rounds. And every single one of those four, from my end, had been me pounding into her with everything I had.

Relentlessly. Hard. Violently.

I'd kept driving into her until two in the morning… and the next morning, I got up from the motel bed, turned my back on the still-sleeping An Jihye, and scrolled through the Office Romance Management App.

An Jihye had joined the Special Management Targets. Which meant she, too, could no longer get involved with any other man without my permission.

"Hmm…."

I liked that quite a bit. After all… she was the kind of woman who could get my cock rock-hard just by lying there asleep.

A sleeping face as pretty as the most beautiful cat in the world. A body sculpted by exercise, full of curves. Elastic thighs stretching long and clean below. And between those legs — traces of the cum I'd dumped into her last night.

…If I tried anything right now, she'd probably stab me. An Jihye really seemed like the type who'd do it if her eyes rolled back far enough, so I didn't push it. I quietly went into the bathroom and washed up.

When I came out—

"You're up?"

"…Son of a bitch."

An Jihye, awake now, glared at me with eyes full of revulsion, contempt, and pure rage.

"Y-you really did lock it, right? That's certain?"

"Ah, yes. That part's real, so don't worry."

Even as she said it, she pulled the blanket up to cover herself — and the oddly demure way she did it was almost funny.

"You should wash up too, Jihye. We've got work."

"Haaa…."

I pointed my chin toward the bathroom I'd just left. An Jihye went in with the blanket still wrapped around her body. What she planned to do when she came out was her problem, not mine — so I dried my hair with the hair dryer and scrolled through the Office Romance Management App one more time.

Earlier I'd only checked that she'd been added as a Special Management Target…

I checked the slightly altered Relationships.

"Mm…."

The affection score dipping a little was secondary. The first Relationship I'd locked was still exactly as I'd set it, and the third hadn't changed either… but the second one had shifted slightly.

Before, it had been "the man whose voice turns me on." After last night's long, violent sex — after properly tasting my body — it seemed she'd degraded into someone who got aroused just from being touched.

"…Turns her on when I touch her?"

Using that as a motif—

"Hmm… let's see…."

I rewrote it like that.

Turns her on when I touch her? No — she should climax. But if she started climaxing at random all the time, it might start interfering with ordinary life. So, under the pretense of a little consideration, I attached the Weakened modifier I'd unlocked in a recent update.

And the third Relationship, too. Originally it had been that I held the rights to do whatever I wanted with her body… but I made it a little more intuitive. I'd gotten the idea from that conversation we'd had near the emergency stairs recently — the whole mileage thing.

Coming in her mouth in the car on Sunday: −1 point. This encounter: −4 points. She'd originally had 2 points, which meant An Jihye now owed me a debt of "3 points."

So now the setup was this: I was the biggest fucking piece of shit in the world. She owed that piece of shit a debt, so she couldn't treat me however she wanted. And just making contact with that bastard made her climax — weakly.

"…Nice."

Later… when we were "together" with other people around, this was going to get a lot more fun.

An Jihye finished her shower. Of course I offered to drive her, but she shot me a look that said don't give me that bullshit and took a taxi on her own. Not that she actually said those words out loud — she said them with her eyes. Well, she got herself to work somehow.

So I was grinding through my tasks at a reasonable pace when—

"Um, sunbaenim."

"Yes?"

I looked up at Isuyen's call and found her holding out her phone screen.

"…What's this?"

"Yeonwoo wants us to get together once. What do you think? Are you free?"

"Out of nowhere?"

"Mm… yeah, right?"

On the phone screen were Isuyen, Seon Yeonwoo, and another cohort of theirs. All three of them my direct juniors.

"She didn't say anything to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you separately, sunbaenim?"

"No, this is the first I'm hearing of it from you, Suyeon. What time does she want to meet?"

"She just said a simple meal after work today. Said she's got good news and she'll treat."

"Hmm…."

…Come to think of it. To Seon Yeonwoo, I was the oppa who liked playing dirty little games with her. Was she maybe pushing this gathering hoping for a scene like that?

"Sure. I'll go."

"Okay, I'll let her know you're coming too, sunbaenim."

"Yeah, yeah."

That was fine by me. If it meant even a short stretch of time pressed up against Seon Yeonwoo, I was happy to clear my schedule.

…Of course, clearing that schedule meant grinding through company work like a maniac again.

Fuck.

"Huu…."

Ding—

"……."

Right as the stress was starting to climb, Park Humin — with perfect timing — texted me about grabbing a cigarette.

"Suyeon, I'm gonna step out for a smoke."

"Ah, yes. Go ahead."

I gave Isuyen a quick heads-up and headed out toward the terrace. The moment I stepped outside, Park Humin casually tossed a canned coffee my way. I caught it just as casually with one hand and cracked it open—

Psssshhhhh-!!

"……."

"You idiot. You open it right after catching it, of course it's shaken up."

"…Ah, fuck, seriously."

…At least it didn't get on my clothes. Counting that as a win, I shook my hands off and quickly wiped the coffee residue with a handkerchief.

Park Humin, meanwhile—

"Isn't that the same outfit from yesterday?"

"Huh? Ah… it just kind ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of happened."

"You do it?"

"Yeah, I did."

Do what? When? With who? The most important words were missing, but Park Humin still put on a filthy grin based on nothing but the vibe.

"One-night?"

"Something like that."

"Ooh… how?"

"It really just kind of happened."

"Dude, you could've at least given me a heads-up."

"You're the one who hits on people harder than I do. Figure it out yourself."

"Ehh… boring."

I shut down Park Humin's nonsense, and while we smoked and I cooled my head, he delivered another piece of genuinely valuable intel.

"You heard about your team leader, right?"

"Ah… I heard something about a week left. Any updates after that?"

"About the replacement. One good piece of news and one sad one. Which first?"

Bad news first — that's the rule.

"It got pushed back a week."

"Ah, fuck."

"The successor's already been designated, but their side is running late wrapping things up. So it's extended a week."

"…Then what's the good news?"

"You remember from when we were new hires? The company-wide new-hire orientation for Gaon. That insanely hot noona from back then."

"…Who?"

Park Humin grinned wide.

"Yun Seongyeon."

He said a name I remembered perfectly well.