Yun Seongyeon Is a Married Woman

May arrived.

I could fairly say I'd spent the whole of April pretty productively.

With Park Eunseo I'd become full-on sex "friends."

With Chu Yeonju I'd settled into the role of a "close" little brother to her noona.

With An Jihye… it still wasn't enough, but I'd locked in the part of a confirmed bastard.

And on top of that, even with Seon Yeonwoo, I'd pulled off the whole "oppa she can take whenever she wants" cosplay.

But still.

I could confidently call Park Eunseo and Chu Yeonju my women. An Jihye and Seon Yeonwoo, though… that was harder to say with any real conviction.

I'd only been with An Jihye once, and Seon Yeonwoo had only sucked me off that one time.

Which was exactly why May looked so promising.

I could become an even bigger piece-of-shit bastard to An Jihye.

I could become the oppa who got "taken" by Seon Yeonwoo.

And then there was Yun Seongyeon, who would be joining the team any day now.

"…Come to think of it."

When I'd first inherited the Office Romance Management App, the four women's names had been listed in this order: Seon Yeonwoo, Chu Yeonju, Park Eunseo, An Jihye.

If I allowed myself a reasonable suspicion… maybe that was simply the order the previous manager had registered them.

But strictly speaking, of those four, Chu Yeonju had joined the company first.

Which meant Seon Yeonwoo had no business sitting at the top of the list.

Which meant—

"…It works."

Of course, it was still too early to be certain.

Maybe Yun Seongyeon could be registered simply because she was already part of a Gaon Group affiliate, or because she was about to join our team.

And right now, that wasn't even the important part.

"Becoming a married woman… what the hell does that even mean for how this thing works?"

Yun Seongyeon was a married woman.

I'd even searched the word just to make sure I hadn't somehow gotten the definition wrong.

And still—

"Haa… yeah, that's what it means."

After five solid minutes of dictionaries, news articles, blogs, and everything else, the meaning I already knew was correct.

A woman who has a husband. Or a woman who has both a husband and a child.

"…Why can she even be registered?"

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The Office Romance Management App was, literally, some kind of program created to manage office romances.

Because office romances supposedly tanked employee productivity.

But the odds of a married woman—or a married man—having an office romance…

"…It's not zero, is it."

…I couldn't swear it never happened.

In a certain sense, it was even more catastrophic than a "real" office romance.

It was an affair.

The second it became an affair… lawsuits this, lawsuits that, and the moment the wronged party showed up at the company threatening to kill the other person, the whole place got scorched earth.

The people involved would be too ashamed to even lift their heads around the office.

Some of them would eventually quit on their own. And that, right there, became a direct "loss of combat power" for the company.

In other words—

"Man, this thing is genuinely terrifying."

I'd already gotten a taste of it from the pregnancy toggle alone.

The Office Romance Management App was a program so pro-corporate it was almost spine-chilling.

Whether someone who was actively using a program like this had any right to casually call it "spine-chilling" was another question…

"…Which is exactly why it's good."

In a life that had previously contained about as much fun as an ant's dick-drip, I'd finally found some real "fun."

And this fun didn't stop at simply conquering women.

If I played it right, it could even lead to a full social climb.

I could carefully engineer my "relationship" with Seon Yeonwoo into an actual marriage. Or I could carefully manage my "relationships" with the people above me until I became one of the high-and-mighty myself.

It all depended on how I used it.

"Good morning, sunbaenim."

"Ah, Isuyen. Good morning."

"You look like you're in a good mood today?"

"Ah… yeah, I am. Had a really good weekend."

I could flash a bright smile at Isuyen as she greeted me on the way into work.

And then that day—May 1st.

I'd thought it was strange that the team leader hadn't shown up for work, only to find out later that he'd been fired that very morning.

But the company itself was fucking hilarious about it.

If something like that happens, you tell the people actually doing the work ahead of time. What the hell are we supposed to do when you only tell us after lunch?

And another thing.

If the new team leader's transfer got delayed by a week, shouldn't you keep even a useless team leader around for that long instead of just cutting him loose?

After the previous manager left, they'd promised to send us a replacement and then never sent anyone at all.

Thanks to that, Planning Team 1 spent an entire week scrambling to cover the absence of two whole people.

I could fill the previous manager's empty seat with my own ability—he'd never been much good at the work anyway—but the moment a high-ranking team leader disappeared, the gap became painfully obvious.

Overtime became the baseline. Diligent Isuyen even started coming in early, and I couldn't avoid Saturday work either.

Libido this, libido that—fuck all of it.

Normally I would've been fooling around with Park Eunseo or Chu Yeonju and dumping load after load, but I was so exhausted I couldn't even manage that.

I must have looked completely wrecked.

"…Sunbaenim, are you okay?"

"What about you, Isuyen?"

"I'm just… hanging on."

"Same here."

"Haha… ha… haaaa…"

Even Seon Yeonwoo, who normally loved messing with me, didn't touch me once the entire week.

And thanks to that, I spent Sunday at home in a genuine thirteen-hour deep sleep.

Which meant An Jihye was the only one who got a free pass.

I'd been so completely out of it that I hadn't even had the energy to think about tormenting her.

But—

"…Still, she's coming today, right?"

"Ah, yes. They said the new team leader is arriving. And from what I heard, she's supposed to be really good at her job."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Today was the day Yun Seongyeon would appear, so the work intensity should drop noticeably.

Of course she'd still need time to adapt to the new duties, but the mental fatigue would ease a lot.

Clap clap!

"Alright, everyone, listen up."

Just as Isuyen and I were steeling ourselves, the department head appeared.

"I know you've all been waiting a long time. You've worked hard. This is our new team leader, Yun Seongyeon. She's got a reputation for being excellent at her job, so feel free to rely on her."

"…Please take care of me. I'm Yun Seongyeon."

Yun Seongyeon, radiating an even denser sexual aura than she had two years ago, stood right there with him.

Yun Seongyeon exchanged brief self-introductions with the members of Planning Team 1, then left the office with the department head.

She was probably being introduced to the other planning teams… and getting a rundown of the company internals.

Sure enough.

She must have gone to HR as well, because I got a string of completely honest texts from Park Humin.

Same here.

I'd briefly blanked out from the sheer force of Yun Seongyeon's sexual aura.

Those breasts that, even under a loose outfit, were clearly bigger than Chu Yeonju's.

Those hips so wide you almost wondered if she'd given birth before.

Those thighs that carried a quiet dignity with every step.

But more than anything, what made something surge up inside me was the look in her eyes—something only Yun Seongyeon had.

The eyes of a woman who knew.

Even with a wedding ring on her left hand, those eyes that instinctively scanned the room for a worthwhile man.

The sexual aura pouring out of that gaze was so thick it almost felt like venom instead of allure.

If An Jihye was the kind of woman who made you want to hand over your liver and gallbladder just for a single word of conversation, then Yun Seongyeon was…

"…She's fucking insane."

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That was exactly the feeling—

"Choi Jichan, Assistant Manager… right?"

"Ah, yes. That's correct."

—and now I was feeling it right in front of me.

"I heard you're the one in charge of unit-price matching."

"That's right."

"Who's the Finance Department person helping you?"

"An Jihye from Finance."

"An Jihye… alright, noted."

"Yes."

But for all that venom—no, for all that dense sexual aura in her looks and presence—

You'd normally expect a woman like this to have a low, husky voice, yet Yun Seongyeon's wasn't particularly low.

It wasn't especially high either.

Right in the middle.

And if you thought carefully about what "middle" really meant, it could also mean a voice that didn't trigger anyone's preferences one way or the other.

…Which meant she was a woman specialized in "drawing people in."

"In about twenty minutes, you and I are going down to Finance together. Keep that in mind."

"Ah, understood. Are you going to meet An Jihye?"

"Yes. I want to see how the two of you handle things."

"Understood. I'll get ready."

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In the meantime—

"…Hoo."

"S-Sunbaenim, fighting…"

"Ah, yeah."

I sat back down and took a deep breath, and Isuyen, completely misreading my mood, started cheering me on from the side.

Yeah. Misreading.

I wasn't overwhelmed by the "superior" dignity Yun Seongyeon had just displayed.

I was just desperately, ridiculously horny.

I wanted to take her.

I wanted to do her.

I wanted to ruin her.

Even knowing that getting tangled up with a woman like that would suck the life force right out of you, it still made you want to walk straight toward her.

Of course… I also had to factor in that I'd spent the last week without shooting even a single load and was now drowning in serious sexual frustration.

Which was probably why—

I casually gave An Jihye a heads-up that I'd be coming to see her soon with the new team leader.

Whatever else was true—

Even if An Jihye thought I was a complete piece of shit, she couldn't throw a fit at me in front of a brand-new team leader.

"…Heh."

But if I forced a situation where she had no choice… wouldn't that be pretty fun?

I immediately checked my "relationship" with An Jihye.

Probably because I hadn't touched her in nearly two weeks, my "relationship" with An Jihye hadn't changed at all.

No—

Maybe precisely because I hadn't touched her, her affection level had even risen a little.

I confirmed that and—

"Jichan."

"Ah, yes."

—picked up the documents I'd prepared over the last twenty minutes to show Yun Seongyeon, and stood up from my seat.

Thud, thud. And click, click.

Yun Seongyeon was surprisingly tall… she was seriously insane.

Walking beside her, I could see those huge breasts swaying with every single step.

What kind of body would come out if you stripped off those loose clothes?

I was looking forward to finding out when—

"Jihye."

"Ah, yes. Hello, Team Leader Yun Seongyeon."

"Yes."

We arrived at the Finance Department and stood in front of An Jihye.

Yun Seongyeon—

Even though she'd only said a single syllable after arriving at Finance, she had completely seized control of the atmosphere here.

Even the Finance Department head over there was staring our way, visibly tense and overwhelmed.

In that atmosphere—

"Jihye, this is the unit price from AQ Industries. Match this for me first."

I held out a document I'd printed in advance to An Jihye, and—

Tap—

My hand brushed hers, just the lightest contact.

That was all it took.

"Hieuk!"

An Jihye's whole body flinched hard.