The Manager Who Has to Worry About His Chastity

Manager, what's this yellow stuff? It's seriously delicious!

"As exquisite as always. It makes me want to drink every single day."

"...Just hold off on the drinking, please. I'm begging you."

Leaning against the refrigerator, I gulped down cold water while quietly watching Calathea and Audrey eat breakfast. Calathea munched happily on the pancake, her cheeks puffing out. Audrey kept scooping up the steaming hangover soup with her spoon. It looked exactly like any other ordinary breakfast scene, but...

'Yesterday was nothing like this.'

The two of them had pressed in close while my wrists were bound, kissing me so deeply and alternating between each other that I could barely breathe. They shoved their tongues in, swirling them around, sucking and biting at my lips. It was practically oral rape, the way they violated my mouth. And even that wasn't enough for them—they moved lower and...

"......Haa."

A shiver ran through me at the phantom sensation of that soft, wet touch still lingering below. Once in Calathea's narrow throat, once in Audrey's small mouth. Then again on Calathea's slick tongue, and once more on Audrey's cool, plush one. They kept switching positions, moving from bottom to top and top to bottom in perfect alternation. They'd done whatever the hell they wanted with me.

"Hehe♪ Looking at the manager's face right now, I'd say he's definitely thinking about last night, isn't he?"

"Shut up."

I couldn't exactly deny it. I finished the rest of the water and stood up. Checking the clock, it was about time to head out.

"Manager, are you going out this early in the morning?"

"I'm heading to the Association alone for a bit. ...This time it's for real, so don't look at me ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like that."

As I checked my clothes in the living room mirror, I felt Audrey's persistent gaze following me—a kind of intensity I hadn't noticed before. At this rate, she might install a GPS tracker on my phone later. ...She wouldn't actually do that, right?

"Aww, why are you going alone, Manager? We've got nothing to do anyway. Let's go together~ Yeah?"

"I'll be back ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠soon. I just need to submit the mana stones we got from yesterday's raid, meet with the Association President for a quick talk, and that's it."

"Ugh, that sounds boring."

The Hunter Agency had already contacted the secretary about the successful A-class gate clear, but I still needed to turn in the mana stones obtained from the gate and receive the compensation. Plus, I had to press for answers about what Kwon Taeho had mentioned—that the Association had leaked information about the prisoner unit to the Iron Fist Guild. I needed to figure out whether the Association had some shady connection with the Iron Fist Guild that led them to leak the highly classified information the Hunter Agency had entrusted to us, or if there were people inside the Association actively targeting the prisoner unit.

Either way, I needed to get ahead of it.

"Hey, before you head out... want us to do that thing from yesterday real quick?"

"That's right, Manager. I hear men always wake up with strong desires in the morning."

I was putting on my shoes at the entrance when Calathea and Audrey crept closer under the pretense of seeing me off. I firmly raised my hand to stop them.

...Yeah. I needed to make this clear once and for all.

"Forget about what happened yesterday. We were all drunk, things got out of hand for a moment. That's all it was. Got it?"

"Come on, who says that in this day and age! Besides, we used our wish coupons!"

"I never said you could keep doing that just because you used a wish coupon, did I? And yesterday was more than enough."

"The amount Manager released that I felt doesn't seem to agree with that statement."

When Audrey crossed her arms and delivered that pointed remark, Calathea jumped in as if she'd been waiting for it.

"Exactly! You came so much in our mouths yesterday like you were pissing, looking so pleased with yourself, and now you're acting all innocent and coy? What the hell?"

"...That was just a physiological reaction."

"What about grabbing my head and shoving it down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠your throat?"

"Th-that was also sort of... Ahem. Something like that."

"Boo— what a pathetic man! Making excuses left and right. So boring!"

"......Just look forward to the next wish coupon."

I quickly closed the front door behind me, leaving behind Calathea's jeers and Audrey's sullen glare.

"I'm going to die. For real."

It felt like we'd started out bickering about trust and all that, but somehow our relationship had slid into this obscene territory. From my position as the one who was supposed to strictly manage the prisoner unit, this was absolute torture. Still, drawing a clear line like this was probably better for everyone involved.

'Damn it. Now I have to worry about my damn chastity too.'

I sighed, checked the time again, and hurried toward the parking lot.

"Welcome. You're a little late for our appointment."

"...My apologies. I had to submit some mana stones and the line was longer than expected."

Following the secretary's guidance into the Association President's office, I found the President gesturing with refined grace toward the chair across from him. I sat down without hesitation.

"Is that so? Those ridiculous rumors just won't die down. Why on earth do people believe such nonsense as the Association headquarters offering better prices for mana stones?"

"They probably think 'it's not like it'll hurt' and just flock to it. There are even stories of hunters saying they actually received more compensation than expected."

"That can't be. It's obviously just people fanning the flames of nonsense for fun. Good grief..."

The President clicked his tongue as he personally poured green tea into two cups, then slid one toward me. ...The aroma was nice, at least.

"By the way, I saw you did an interview after this latest gate clear."

"You watched it?"

"Of course I did."

When the President clicked the remote, the TV on the wall began playing the recorded interview I'd given.

I stood awkwardly smiling during the interview, with Calathea and Audrey standing right beside me. Calathea hugged my arm tightly against her chest, thrusting her already impressive breasts forward and completely stealing the scene. Audrey, meanwhile, had grabbed onto my collar at some point and stood there watching me with an almost terrifying stillness.

"Speaking of which, I actually came here because of that very interview."

"Because of the interview?"

"No. More precisely, because of the people in the background."

Behind us in the interview footage, the Iron Fist Guild members could be faintly seen loading an injured person into a van.

"President, this gate clear request came directly to me from the Hunter Agency. Yet the Iron Fist Guild knew about it. They even followed us into the gate we entered."

"Hmm, is that so? I had no idea."

"However, one of those guild members claimed that 'the Hunter Association gave their guild master the heads-up to assist the prisoner unit.' Are you certain you knew nothing about this?"

"Then that person must have been mistaken. Why would the Hunter Association do anything to antagonize the Hunter Agency? Or—well, there is one possibility. Perhaps one of the Association's employees leaked the information on their own."

"...That could be possible."

"Don't worry too much. I'll look into this matter separately."

The President stroked his mustache with a rather serious expression. ...I wondered what the truth really was.

As was typical with large guilds, Iron Fist undoubtedly had personal connections within the Association. That was why they offered hospitality to high-ranking officials or operated scholarship foundations to support students. But...

The fact that they could learn about a secret request from the Hunter Agency and still make a 'request' of Gu Sangcheol suggested it wasn't some low-level employee, but at minimum an executive-level figure—just as the President said. It could even be the President himself, but since he would also be screwed if the prisoner unit went down, that seemed unlikely.

'But why would an Association executive secretly interfere with the prisoner unit's movements?'

Both their identity and their intentions were suspicious. They might have been trying to clean up after us to steal the credit, but no matter how dull their combat senses had become, an S-class was still S-class. These were Special S-class hunters who operated outside the normal F to A ranking standards. To deliberately provoke such rude behavior against a party with two S-class members...

Either they knew it would fail from the start and did it as a warning to me, or their goal was to use Iron Fist as bait to make the prisoner unit cause an incident.

'Audrey nearly wiped them all out, after all.'

If Audrey had killed those people and we'd exited the gate alone, the waiting reporters' cameras would have captured it clearly. On top of that, the abnormal situation of three parties—including A-class hunters—being completely wiped out while accompanied by a prisoner unit with two S-class members on a mere A-class gate would have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠led Iron Fist to demand an explanation at the guild level and apply pressure. In other words, we had almost been completely screwed.

Maybe I was overthinking it, but...

One thing was certain: something troublesome was happening in places I couldn't see.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm sorry. I just remembered something urgent."

Since their plan this time had failed, they probably wouldn't try anything else rash right away. Even so, the faster we prepared countermeasures, the better. I'd have to go back, tell the two about this, and come up with a plan.

I gave a brief bow to the President, who wore a slightly awkward expression, and left his office. And then...

I ran into an unexpected person in the hallway.

"Yewon... noona?"

"......Yohan."

Standing before me was a tall beauty who could rival Audrey in height. Her long black hair cascaded down to her waist, covering one eye, while her lazily half-lidded purple eyes stared at me with an indifferent yet world-weary gaze. Wearing a black leather jacket and jeans that clung perfectly to her figure, she stood there expressionless. An aura of decadent charm radiated from her, along with a presence so overwhelming that merely standing a few steps away felt like it could crush my heart.

"I told you. If you appear before me again, I'll kill you with my own hands."

"No, this was unavoidable—urk!"

The woman grabbed my collar and slammed me hard against the wall, baring her white teeth as she growled.

Her name was Kang Yewon.

"After you sent Hanna unni away like that under the excuse of 'it was unavoidable,' you have the nerve to say those words in front of me? Hm?"

She was the guild master of Black Lotus... and had been my deceased older sister's closest friend.