The Day I Fucked the Team Leader Open
I am Kang Gun-woo. Thirty-one. Assistant Manager on the General Affairs team at a small trading company in Seongsu-dong. I knot my tie at eight-thirty in the morning and loosen it at eight at night. I rent a one-room in a walk-up villa — one desk, one bed, one window. The relationship ended last spring. Too much overtime, the place was too small, no future in sight: all of it stacked inside a single month. The morning after we broke up, I went in at the same hour. After that, my entryway was always quiet.
Dinner was a convenience-store meal, and on weekends I fell asleep to the washer. The only woman's voice in my life was a work order in the team group chat. I was the sort of man who turned pages with a face neither handsome nor ugly. Five-ten. Shoulders that made a suit look right once you hung it on them. Nothing more than that, and nothing less.
That day's meeting dragged until nine. The quoted quantities were wrong, the unit price had slipped a column, and the client shouted through the speakerphone. The shout passed through the team leader's hands and landed, unchanged, in front of me.
Team Leader Seo Yu-jin. Thirty-four. She had become team leader the year I made Assistant Manager. A few inches shorter than me, hair always tied low, exactly two buttons undone beneath the collar of her blouse. At the company she was cold. She never met your eyes when she corrected you, and she never used your name when she dressed you down. Assistant Manager. That title, and only that title, for three years.
The first-floor lobby. Rain was knocking on the glass doors. Yu-jin had her coat on and stood with a black umbrella only half open. Her shoulders were already wet; the cloth clung to her skin.
"Assistant Manager. Where's your umbrella?"
"I think I left it at the office."
"Then we share. We're going the same way. Turn me down and I'll tear into you harder in tomorrow's meeting. I'm joking. Half."
Same station, same exit, and today all the way into the alley of my building. The umbrella was narrow, so our shoulders touched. Heat came through from inside her coat. The scent wasn't the soap I caught by the water cooler. Sweeter — something rising from under her throat.
I matched my steps on purpose. Walk any faster and the shoulders come apart, and then this warmth ends. Yu-jin slowed too. Rain ran down the ribs of the umbrella and fell between our shoes.
She stopped in front of my building. The umbrella tilted toward me; only her own shoulder was left out in the rain.
"This is far enough. I'm the other way."
"You're the one who's farther, Team Leader. This is my door."
"Gun-woo."
She had never once used my name at the company. Her voice was wet. Under the streetlight her mouth was red.
"Today's quote was my mistake. You knew I shoved it onto you. I saved face in front of the client, and the whole way down to the lobby I couldn't stop thinking about it."
"Yes. I was angry. And we're still under the same umbrella."
Only her lips smiled, barely. Her fingers overlapped mine on the handle. The tips were cold and the palm was hot. Her ring finger slowly rubbed the joint of my index finger.
"Then let me into this place. If you're going to turn me around at the door, don't say a word. Just tonight. In the morning I'll be team leader again."
I punched the code and opened the entry. Washer and coffee. My shoe rack, my slippers, the narrow hall. Yu-jin slipped her shoes off neatly and hung her coat beside my jacket. The sensor light coming on confirmed it all over again: not someone else's house. Mine.
Rain had stuck the blouse to her, and the line of a beige bra showed through, faint. The rim of the cup, the small peak at the center, stood up against the cloth. I tried to look away and failed. She caught me at it.
"Look."
"I'm not."
"You can. Just for today. You think I didn't know those eyes that only watched my buttons at the office? In front of the copier. Not the screen in the conference room — my neck. You're caught, Assistant Manager Kang."
She yanked the tie by the knot. Before our mouths met, breath mixed. Almost no lip balm; her tongue licked my lower lip and pushed in. Teeth nipped, light. The wet sound of it was loud in my entryway. I took her by the waist, and she kicked my door shut with her foot.
"Lock it. Lock it, and don't kill the light. I want to see. This is your place, isn't it. Not mine. That's why I like it more."
"It is my place. We only have to watch out for upstairs."
The instant the lock caught, her back hit the door. A knee drove between my thighs. The skirt rode up, and stockings rasped against my trousers. I slid a hand inside the blouse; her back was wet. When my fingers climbed her shoulder blade, her breath went short.
"Haah…… Your hand's cold. But I like it. Mmn."
My fingers found the bra clasp. It didn't give the first time.
"Clumsy. I like that better. Smooth and I'd get bored of you. Yes — there. The clasp."
On the second try it opened. The cups dropped and her breasts spilled into my hands, a size that filled them exactly. The nipples were already stiff, not pale pink but a wet apricot. I rolled one under my thumb and her waist shook.
"Nn…… Soft. Your nipples are already up."
"Don't grab hard. Roll it. Ahh, like that. No nails — the pad. Haah, good. The left one's more sensitive. Stay there. Mmn, your mouth too. Hot."
I put my lips to her and she seized my hair. I wrapped the nipple with my tongue and sucked, caught it lightly in my teeth, and the moan split.
"Aahng…… Haah, suck. Mmn, circle it with your tongue. Ah — teeth, only a little. Hhk, good. I'm making noise. It's your place. I don't want to hold it in."
"Hnn. You smell, right here. Soap and sweat."
The other side I rolled between my fingers, almost a pinch. Yu-jin's knee rubbed my thigh. Under the skirt she was already hot.
"Ah, Gun-woo. Don't call me Team Leader. Today, my name. Say it while you suck. With your mouth on my breast. Haaahng."
"Yu-jin."
"More. Like you mean it. Mmn."
"Yu-jin-ah."
At that, her thighs clamped my leg. I shoved the skirt to her waist and tore the stockings open from the crotch. Thread snapped, loud in the entry. She didn't stop me. She spread so the cloth would split easier.
The panties were black, the center soaked through and stuck to her. I pressed that spot with a finger and she raked the door with her nails.
"Ahhk…… Don't touch. No — touch. Haah, I'm soaked, aren't I. All through the meeting I only watched your hands. The pen. The pages. I had my thighs pressed together in that chair, holding it, thinking those hands were going to press me right here. Mmn. While the client was screaming I was looking at your wrist."
"Hhk. The cloth is stuck to you. You're burning."
I pulled the fabric aside and parted her. Hot, slick. The outer lips were swollen; the inside had already opened. Her clit stood hard beneath the hood. I drew a slow circle with the tip of my thumb and her knees buckled.
"Aht — the top. Don't press it straight on. Push the skin over it. Yes, that. Haah, haah. Don't speed up. Not yet. It tickles. No, it's good. Hhk, don't stop. Spit on it. On your fingers. Mmn, make it slip."
"Nnn. My fingers are sliding. I can hear it."
I pushed one finger in. She bit down on it at once, the ridges of the wall closing around me. A second finger and her hips came forward. I curled and scraped the front wall, and her breath broke.
"Haaak…… Don't keep hitting that spot. Aahng, I shouldn't come. If I come in the entry I'll die of shame. I'm loud. Is somebody up there? Mmn, haah."
"There is. I can hear water. Hhk — you're gripping my fingers."
"Then it's even worse. But don't pull out. Nnng, that spot. Don't scrape it rough. Press. Pressure. That. Ahhk, I don't want three. Two is enough. Your fingers are long. I watched them in the meeting. Haah, haah."
I did as she said, pressing the front wall while my thumb worked the top. Her mouth buried itself in my shoulder, and the moan, muffled in cloth, turned wet. The insides of her thighs spasmed. Slick ran to the roots of my fingers and soaked my wrist. I smeared it over a nipple and sucked it off.
"Hnn. Thick. Salty, and sweet."
"Don't look. Aahng — you're looking. Haaak, I'm going to come. I don't want to come on your fingers. No. Once is fine. Then put it in. Right away. Standing. Here. In the entry of your place. If we make it to the bed I'll come to my senses, and I don't want to. Mmn, aaaahng."
The first climax came short. Inside, she wrung my fingers; her thighs shut and opened again.
"Coming — I'm coming. Haaak, Gun-woo. Nnng, stop — no, don't stop. Aahng, haah, haah."
"Hhk. You're squeezing. I can't even get my fingers out."
I didn't pull them free. Before the aftershocks died I shoved my trousers down. I was already so hard it hurt. She looked down and closed her hand around me — twice, up and down, thumb rubbing the head, spreading what leaked at the tip along the shaft.
"Big. Haah, hot. I never saw you like this at the company. Were you sitting through that meeting like this? Holding this in your pants? Mmn. It's jumping."
"Nnn. Your hand — cold, then hot. I was staring at your blouse. Every time a button came undone. Hhk."
"Pervert. But you're hard. From before I punched your door code, I was thinking what would happen if this went inside me."
I dropped my hips until the tip touched her. Wet flesh mouthed the head. I didn't drive it all in at once. Halfway, she bit my shoulder hard enough to leave teeth.
"Ah — big. Wait. Haaak, let me open around it. Mmn. Move. Slow. I'll sit down onto the root myself. Don't press my stomach. Hold my waist. Aahng, there."
"Hnn. You're hot. Only halfway in and you're sucking me. Hhk. It won't let go."
She hooked one leg around my waist. I took her thigh and sank the rest, and she clenched and writhed — tight, hot, gripping harder the deeper I went. When I bottomed out she swallowed her breath.
"Haaahng…… All the way into my belly. Ahhk, big. At the door of your place, the team leader's stuffed full. Mmn. Make noise if you want. So what if upstairs hears. Just today."
"Nnn. I'm at the root. You're squeezing so hard I can't pull my hips back. Hhk. Listen to how wet it is."
Back against the door, I drew out and drove in. Flesh slapped over the wet sound. Out until only the head remained; in with the angle lifted, scraping her front wall.
"Haah, haahng, there. Lower — no, lift the angle. Aht, that angle. Don't talk. Just fuck me. Don't slip out. Don't feed me just the tip and pull it. Deep. Mmn, good. Haah, haah, aahng."
"Hhk, hhk. You're sucking me in. Go any deeper and your belly gives."
I picked up speed. Her breasts shook inside the open blouse. I took a nipple in my mouth again and she clenched once more. Breath broke against my ear. Her heel dragged at my ass — deeper. Not a word. Her foot.
"Gun-woo. Say my name. While I'm coming. Filthy. Haaak. Don't talk about the company. No — do. Say it. Aahng, mmn."
"Yu-jin-ah. Your cunt's biting. Squeezing. Hhk. Every last scrap of a team leader's face, and you're getting fucked in the entry of my place. Stockings torn, panties still soaked. Nnn."
"Haaak, that. Again. More. Don't stop. Aahng — the mouth that used to tear into people in the conference room, mmn, is moaning. Hhk. Panties so wet the cloth was stuck to me, and now I've swallowed you to the root. Haah, haah."
"I can see it. Pull out and it strings. Hhk. I'm grabbing your thighs. Hard enough to mark."
"Don't look. Look. Aahng, you said you were looking. Then harder. Haaak, my thighs. Nnng."
Her legs spasmed. I felt her coming in my hands, in my hips, inside — the clench turning ragged, her waist locking flush to mine. I pinched a nipple and she squeezed once more.
"Coming, I'm coming. Don't pull out. Inside. Aahng, haaak, Gun-woo. You can come inside. I'm on the pill. Today, mmn — just today. Deep. Haah, press it up against my womb. I hate it if you slip out. I want to feel it coming. Aaaahng."
"Hhk. Me too. Nnn, inside. You're squeezing so I can't get out. Haah."
I buried myself and didn't hold back. While I came I hauled her in by the neck. The sound she made was almost breath. At every pulse she laughed, low. The aftershocks still worked inside her, so pulling out took time. When I slipped free, white ran down her thigh and into the torn stockings.
"Haah…… haah. It came out. Hot. It's running. Ahhng. Filthy. But I don't hate it."
"Nnn. Still pulsing. It's on my fingers."
I swept her with my thumb and smeared it over her entrance again. A shallow push of one finger and cum mixed with her slick and spilled over my wrist.
"Don't wipe what's on your fingers. I'll do it. Mmn."
Under the light of my entryway she took my fingers into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped the joints. She sucked with her eyes open — a face I had never once seen at the company. When she was done, our mouths met, and the taste came across, thin.
"This doesn't exist at the company. When I mail you tomorrow I'll be formal. Revised quote, by morning. Understood, Assistant Manager?"
"Yes."
"But I'm leaving the umbrella here. If it rains again — this door. Don't take the panties with you. Put them in your drawer. Not the drawer at work. This place. So I have to come back for them."
She didn't ask to shower. She only put the coat back on and covered the marks on her thighs with one hand, the look of a woman deliberately leaving the cum to cool inside the stockings. I offered a tissue. She wiped the entrance, roughly, and left the rest.
"When I get home I'm going to touch myself again. Thinking about your place. You know that without me saying it. Once more before the morning meeting. In the bathroom. I'll have to kill the sound, so today I made all of it here. Haah."
Before the sentence was finished I had her by the waist again. Once wasn't going to be enough. I was still hard.
"You're up again. Ahhng. I only knew the Assistant Manager had stamina because he holds his liquor at dinners."
"Nnn. The bed. My bed. It's narrow."
I took her there. A narrow single, my sheets, my pillow. She went down on her front first, skirt still hooked at her waist, wet flesh open between the torn stockings. Cum still ran, painting her thighs white. I rubbed the head through it, and she was so slick I sank to the root in one stroke.
"Haahng, deep. I thought I hated this. Ahhk — flat on my stomach, it reaches further. On your bed. Don't go slow. I'm already open. Hard. Mmn. Grab my hair. Undo the tie. Haaak."
"Hhk. All the way in, one go. We're getting it on the sheets. Nnn. Your ass is flush to my stomach."
The hairpin dropped onto the sheet. I wound her hair around my fist and set my hips to her. Every time flesh met, the bed knocked the wall. If upstairs heard, there was nothing for it. Yu-jin didn't bury her face in the pillow. She turned her head so she could make the noise.
"Gun-woo, there. Not down — up. Aahng, the angle. Yes, that. My clit is on the sheet. It's rubbing. Haah, good. Haah, haah. Keep talking. Tell me what I'm like. Nnng."
"Tight. Hhk. What I just came is lube now. Your cunt's clenched in the shape of my cock. Team Leader — every time you wore a skirt at the office I looked at this ass. Now it's shaking on my bed. Nnn."
"Pervert. More. Aahng, harder. Haaak. Grab the inside of my thighs. Leave marks. Tomorrow I'll cover them with stockings. Cover them, and remember anyway. Mmn, aaaahng."
I gripped her thighs the way she wanted and drove faster. The second climax ran longer than the first. She lost the rhythm; her hands knotted in the sheet.
"Coming again. Haaak, Gun-woo. Aahng, inside, again. Nnng, don't pull out. Haah, haah — my name. Say it. Ahhk."
"Yu-jin-ah. Hhk. I'm coming again too. Nnn. Deep. You're squeezing."
I stayed buried and came inside her a second time. She dropped her waist and took it deeper, a low sound breaking out of her at every pulse.
"Haah…… it came out. The second time. Hot. Pull out. Now, really. My legs are gone. Ahhng."
When I slipped free, two loads ran and soaked into my sheet. I wiped her with tissue and left the stockings as they were. The tear stayed, like evidence. Yu-jin tied her hair again without a mirror. Her hands were still shaking. Buttoning the blouse, she missed one. I did it for her, and our mouths met once more — short, close to the kind of kiss you might mistake for a greeting at the office.
"The umbrella. Even if it doesn't rain tomorrow, don't come looking. Only when it rains. This door. Promise. And don't put a heart in your email signature. That's the thing that shows the most."
"Understood, Team Leader."
"I hate that title right now. Only as far as the other side of the door, it's Yu-jin-ah. Only until the door of your place shuts."
Putting her shoes on, she caught my wrist once. The pulse was still fast. She let go, and the sound of her on the stairs faded. The place was mine again. Only a black umbrella remained in the entry, the handle still warm. I didn't shake the water off. The black panties went on top of the drawer. The wet mark soaked into the wood.
Past midnight the water upstairs stopped. Then the floor thudded once, like a chair being dragged. I lay looking at the ceiling, and my hand went to the teeth in my shoulder. Tomorrow, in the meeting, Yu-jin would not meet my eyes. When I set the revised quote in front of her, tonight would still be on my fingers.
I would have to hold a pen with that hand. The umbrella still hadn't dried.