It Was Delicious, Oppa

What the hell was standing up when I was sitting down?

Asking that out loud would have killed the mood completely—but since the other person was Seon Yeonwoo, I could get away with saying something that absurd.

I had to…

"What else? Right here, Oppa."

"……."

Seon Yeonwoo slowly, deliberately rubbed my cock with her right hand, that sly little smile spreading across her face again.

That particular brand of slyness dragged me straight back to what had happened in the supply closet not long ago.

"You said you didn't even see me as a woman. Is this really okay for Oppa to do to his little sister?"

On top of that, hearing the exact words I'd once used to put Chu Yeonju in a tough spot come out of Seon Yeonwoo's mouth felt surprisingly fresh.

"No, that's…"

"Hnnngh…"

"……."

"Chuuup…"

"Hnn…"

Setting the situation aside for a moment—just the pure sensation of someone licking my neck with a soft, warm tongue was strange enough that an involuntary, weird little sound slipped out of me.

Then I layered the situation back on top of it.

Remembering that the person licking my neck was Seon Yeonwoo didn't just pull more weird noises out of me—it made my already-hard cock twitch and throb with greed.

That greedy little twitch, of course, traveled straight into Seon Yeonwoo's right hand.

Feeling my cock squirm against her palm, she grinned even wider.

Little devil.

That was the exact attribute that came to mind as Seon Yeonwoo stopped pretending and started openly fondling my cock.

She stroked it lightly with her fingers.

Gave it a gentle squeeze.

Tapped it playfully.

That was all.

It wasn't even bare skin on bare skin, yet every brush of Seon Yeonwoo's hand kept dragging my instincts right up to the surface.

Still—

The thought that I shouldn't be the one to make the first move mixed with the thought that I needed to calm her down.

"Yeonwoo, hang on a second. I think you're ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠drunk right now. Let's just settle down first…"

"Uuung. No. I want to play with Oppa a little longer."

Of course, that was just what I said out loud.

Seon Yeonwoo probably thought she was the one driving this whole situation, but in a very real sense, even this reaction of hers was something I had steered into place.

She had a crush on me.

So seeing me made dirty thoughts float up.

And she wanted to act those dirty thoughts out as a joke.

And I was the "Oppa" whose job it was to take every last one of those dirty little jokes.

"Yeo… Yeonwoo, seriously, just a second. This is, right now this is really dangerous, okay?"

"Hnn… What's so dangerous?"

"No, that's…"

I put on a very convincing "I'm about to lose it" act under the filthy way she was working my cock.

Like I was right on the edge of coming.

Whether my acting wasn't half bad or she just wanted to believe it, Seon Yeonwoo only grinned more wickedly at my reaction.

And as if that weren't enough… she seemed determined to finish what she'd started tonight. Quietly, she even pulled the zipper of my pants down.

Ziiip—

The zipper slid open, and the moment her hand brushed against my underwear…

Riiing—!

"……."

"……."

Her phone started ringing.

Clearly not thrilled with the interruption, Seon Yeonwoo stuck her lower lip out in a full, unmistakable pout and answered the call.

"…Yeah, I'm right out front. Going in now."

Her parents, from the sound of it.

The realization that I'd come this close to getting fucked in a completely different sense of the word pulled an automatic sigh of relief out of me.

However she chose to interpret that sigh, once she hung up Seon Yeonwoo still looked at me with that sly little smile… and licked her own lips with the same tongue that had just been on my neck.

"Thanks for driving me home today. See you tomorrow, Sunbaenim."

She even tossed in a proper goodbye before climbing out of the car.

"Hoo…"

…I wondered if this was the kind of thrill Chu Yeonju always felt.

The moment the situation ended, another long breath slipped out of me on its own—

Tap-tap—

Someone knocked on the window beside me. It was Seon Yeonwoo.

She looked like she still had something to say, so I rolled the window down… and the slyness from earlier was gone. In its place was a cute little smile that fit her young face perfectly.

"Drive safe, Sunbaenim."

"Ah… yeah. You hurry inside too, Yeonwoo. That was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠your parents just now, right?"

"Yes. It was Mom."

Mm… I kind of wanted to casually ask if she'd sobered up, but that felt like it would kill the atmosphere, so I left it alone.

Then Seon Yeonwoo leaned her face just a little into the open window, still wearing that pure expression, and left me with a thoroughly double-edged line.

"It was delicious, Oppa."

And with that, she was gone.

It had already been several days since the Office Romance Management App updated to version 1.02.

I'd used the new features on An Jihye the same Monday they dropped, and on Seon Yeonwoo the following Tuesday.

With An Jihye, the reaction had hit the second I applied Enhance—but I'd already been laying groundwork with her for a while before that.

So I hadn't really gotten a clean sense of just how powerful Enhance was…

Today was Thursday.

Three days after I'd applied Enhance, my "relationship" with Seon Yeonwoo had shifted into something even more direct.

Leaving Enhance running in this state felt dangerous, so I decided to pull it for now.

I kept Lock on "Man I'm attracted to," though.

If I really wanted to, I could dress up the third slot with something more direct—likes me, loves me, whatever—but I didn't bother.

I wanted to fuck Seon Yeonwoo. I didn't want to marry her or anything like that.

If she genuinely fell for me and started wanting an actual relationship, that could get inconvenient fast.

I already had Park Eunseo, Chu Yeonju, and An Jihye—women with completely different charms. Making it harder to see any of them would be a problem.

So with Seon Yeonwoo, drawing the line right here—at this playful, "I tease and you take it" relationship—was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the smart play.

An Jihye, on the other hand…

I hadn't seen her since leaving things like that, so there hadn't been any major changes.

An Jihye still owed me, so I figured I'd use that debt to set up another meeting this weekend.

"Hoo…"

…First, work.

I was clacking away at the keyboard again when—

A little past two in the afternoon, a company messenger ping came in from Seon Yeonwoo.

If she couldn't reach, she could just call Isuyen like last time.

Or use the step stool that was already inside the supply closet. The fact that she was specifically calling me meant she was up to something again.

…Don't tell me she was trying to fuck me in the supply closet?

"…No way."

No matter how badly she wanted to fuck me—and even with Enhance still theoretically in play—

Or rather, if she and I had already slept together a few times, maybe. But we hadn't.

So I figured she was just planning some extremely mischievous prank, and stood up from my desk.

I gave Isuyen a quick rundown of the situation and headed down to the supply closet. Unlike last time, Seon Yeonwoo was waiting with a surprisingly serious look on her face.

"Ah, Sunbaenim."

"What do you need pulled down?"

"A power strip, same as last time. The one we took before must've been defective—it died right away."

"Ah… okay. You stay here, Yeonwoo. I'll grab it for you."

"Uuung, no. You're helping me, so I should at least come with."

"No, that's…"

I played it awkward for a beat.

Just one hesitant little shuffle was enough to send her a whole message.

Had she already forgotten what happened a few days ago?

That kind of thing couldn't happen again.

So we couldn't go in together.

And that tangled little message would land on Seon Yeonwoo as "resistance"—and knowing her personality, she'd probably take that resistance as nothing more than a spicy little tantrum to push through.

"…Hurry up and come in, Sunbaenim."

"……."

Apparently that was exactly right.

Seon Yeonwoo stepped into the supply closet ahead of me and waved me in with an impatient little gesture.

I let myself be "defeated."

I let out a long sigh, put on a look of pure resignation, and followed her inside.

And today, just like before—

Squeeze…

Using the dim lighting of the supply closet as her excuse, Seon Yeonwoo latched tightly onto my arm.

"……."

"This is fine, right?"

The sly smile came free of charge.

With her hanging off me like that, I slowly made my way deeper into the supply closet.

Deeper.

Deeper still.

Deeper and deeper.

Until we reached a spot where no one outside could possibly see us—and, conveniently, the power strips were right there.

"Yeonwoo, arm for a second."

To pull a power strip down, I briefly reclaimed the freedom of my arm from her grip and reached up.

Thud—

I felt the power strip under my fingers… but when I heard rustling behind me, I pretended it wasn't quite catching and bought myself a little time.

Roughly thirty seconds.

Long enough that anyone would notice it was abnormal. Then I grabbed whatever power strip my hand found and brought my arm back down.

I turned around.

"Got it, let's g—"

"……."

"…Yeonwoo, what are you…"

"Hnnnngh…"

Seon Yeonwoo had undone the buttons of her blouse and was "exposing" a black lace bra to me.

But she clearly knew what actually got a guy going.

She hadn't opened every button—just the middle three.

So the top button stayed fastened.

The bottom one was still trapped inside her black pencil skirt.

Which meant all that showed was the hollow just below her collarbone, a shallow line of cleavage, and the soft dip of her stomach.

Dressed like that—

"…Oppa."

—she walked toward me, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠step by deliberate step, that sly smile never leaving her face.

Still holding the power strip, I tried to back away from her until my back finally bumped into a shelf.

Nowhere left to run.

Sliiiide…

"Hnnngh…"

Seon Yeonwoo pressed her soft chest firmly against my upper stomach and looked up at me with half-lidded, filthy eyes.

"You were disappointed on Tuesday, weren't you?"

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"…You really don't know?"

When I played dumb, a genuinely disappointed look crossed her face.

Then the slyness came back.

That brief, tiny flicker of a different expression before the sly one returned only made the next look even thicker—

"…Then I'll show you."

—Seon Yeonwoo's slyness had grown far denser than a moment ago.

Dense enough to match the look I usually wore when I looked at the other women.

Sliide—

"…If you run, I'll report you for doing something weird to me. So stay right there."

With those tiny hands she gently stroked my cock, then picked up right where Tuesday had left off.

Ziiiip—

She opened my zipper.

Slid her hand inside and stroked my cock through the fabric.

Then tugged my underwear down and pulled my cock free.

Looking at my cock—which looked thicker than her own forearm—Seon Yeonwoo's slyness went completely, insanely dense.

"Eheheh…"