The Team Leader Who Only Torments Me (1)
Seo-yeon Yoo had understood from a young age that her family was wealthy. Her parents were kind, and anything she wanted or desired was easily granted with just a word to them. Always the center of attention in class and the natural leader among her friends, it wasn't strange that her personality had become a bit— no, more than a bit—loose compared to others.
That said, she never went astray or bullied anyone. With her innate intelligence and expensive private tutoring costing millions of won, getting into college was no issue at all. The problems started after she became a college student.
Unlike her confined high school days, university life was incredibly free. She had no worries about employment, and those around her, now adults like herself, openly fawned over her, sucking up for benefits. They partied with drinks and club-hopped almost every day. She'd wander the streets drunk, hook up with decent guys for fun when the mood struck—a lifestyle straight out of the dictionary definition of debauchery.
Her parents let it slide up to that point. She'll have to stop when it's time anyway. She wasn't dumb, so they figured they'd let her do as she pleased until graduation. But her indulgence crossed the line of tolerance.
It was drugs.
Seo-yeon didn't actually do drugs. A friend she'd met at a club had offered some, and she'd just tossed it into her bag without thinking. She came home, left the bag in the living room, and forgot about it. But that alone was enough to shatter the trust they'd built over years.
For Seo-yeon, the real issue wasn't her parents—it was that her unrestrained, hedonistic lifestyle got cut off along with the drugs. Until graduation, she was monitored by bodyguards, shuttling only between home and school. After graduating, her father pulled strings to get her a job at the department store.
Thrown into work without her consent, her card cut off despite feeling like she could buy anything, it was inevitable her temper soured. She caused scenes with employees and even customers, eventually getting shipped off to a logistics team manager position in a remote branch.
It was manager in name only—a job where she just sat around all day. Her father's words, "We'll find you a marriage partner, so just behave," felt like a death sentence. Even her mother, who'd always taken her side, now strictly separated personal and professional matters after the drug incident.
Her after-work options were limited. She couldn't blow money like water at clubs anymore, and with her age, her father threatened to put surveillance back on her if she hooked up recklessly.
In the end, her only outlet within bounds was picking on a newbie who wouldn't cause backlash.
She'd targeted pushovers from the start, intending to torment them freely, and they'd quit soon enough. The sadistic acts didn't bring full joy but served as decent stress relief, and her parents overlooked it.
But...
The latest guy was weird. No matter how hard she pushed him, he'd show only faint annoyance—too vague to nitpick—but follow every order without complaint. Even when dragging him to work alone while everyone else rested, he'd comply blankly, like he had no thoughts at all.
Boring.
At first, his defiance sparked her to pile on tough tasks, but lately even that bored her; she just nagged habitually now.
"Should I hire a new one..."
She had no intention of stopping the bullying. It was one of her few amusements, after all.
Weird and boring guy.
That was Seo-yeon Yoo's impression of Min-seok Choi. Until a few days ago, anyway.
Lately, her libido had been surging, hard to ignore. She'd always had sexual urges but brushed them off, masturbating only when necessary. But now the intensity had ramped up; ignoring it was tough, and one session wasn't enough anymore.
If once wasn't enough, twice or thrice would do. She had plenty of time, after all.
The problem? Whenever she masturbated, that guy's face kept popping up, ruining her focus.
"Hngh..! Ahng..! You bastard..!"
Seo-yeon ended up pleasuring herself while picturing Min-seok Choi.
She'd disliked him from the start. A guy with no experience or degree who lucked into a job catching her eye. No matter how she tormented him, he showed no reaction, useless even for stress relief. His perpetual blank face was infuriating.
But now, in her imagination, that blank-faced Min-seok was pinning her down, ravaging her mercilessly.
"Hngh..! Uh..! Fuck..! Hng..! Say something, at least..! Ahng..! Ahng..!"
Even as he forced her down and fucked her, his expression showed no pleasure or anger—just mechanical thrusting.
The pleasure... she was only masturbating, but it heated her body hotter than anything before.
"Haaang..♥"
The voice slipping out at the peak of ecstasy was so euphoric she could hardly believe it was hers. In her fantasy, she was helplessly pinned, taking a creampie.
"Haa..."
Women get a post-orgasm clarity too. Her overheated mind cooled, snapping back to reality. What she felt was pathetic irritation at herself for masturbating to some indifferent guy at home.
"Fucking bastard..."
He hadn't done anything wrong, really. But that blank face invading her thoughts, arousing her against her will—it pissed her off more the longer she dwelled on it.
*
"Min-seok."
"Yes."
The voice was familiar, but the irritation in it lately was on another level. Of course, I had no complaints. I could guess the reason well enough.
"What are you doing without cleaning? Come out quick."
"Got it."
Her cleaning order was more aggressive and forceful than usual. If I hadn't known, even I'd be pissed, but I just got up without a word and headed out.
"Why do I have to call you every time? If you just did it proactively, it'd be easier for both of us, right?"
"I didn't think it was my job."
"You call that—!"
"I'll do it that way from now on. Once cleaning's done, can I get the usual inspection?"
Seo-yeon, poised to rip into me, deflated instantly and trembled at the corner of her mouth before clamping it shut.
The Succubus System's hypnosis lets you gauge someone's state. For example, trying to hypnotize "Min-seok Choi is unlikable"—if it costs little Vital Energy, it's practically fact already; if much, then not.
While building Vital Energy with Min-ah Kim, I'd used the Succubus System to probe Seo-yeon Yoo's state. I couldn't know why, but she was under heavy stress. She'd tried relieving it by pushing me around. And it wasn't working, so she disliked me.
So, what to do? Her dislike was a big hurdle for sex. Turning it to fondness or building a relationship for sex would cost massive Vital Energy—deep-seated emotions.
So I changed the order a bit.
First hypnosis: Seeing my face builds sexual desire; masturbating brings me to mind; masturbating while thinking of me arouses her more intensely than usual.
This wasn't overwriting existing common sense or feelings—just stacking a bit of lust and making me pop up. Low Vital Energy cost.
I couldn't confirm, but her increased hysteria and poor state afterward suggested she was already masturbating to me.
The plan was to let it simmer a month, half-break her mentally, then layer new hypnosis.
...Didn't expect this.
Sometimes, when Seo-yeon's mood was foul, she'd sit in the chair by the break room, watching my work and picking petty fights.
Today's Seo-yeon was exactly that. Normally she'd assign tasks and retreat to the break room, but she sat glaring as I swept the floor.
Countermeasure was simple: Sweep meticulously but not too slowly, without straightening up. Slack off or stretch, and she'd pounce. Her glaring eyes shifted subtly over time.
"Haa.. haa.."
Mid-December chill, yet she sweated and panted like midsummer. Obvious to anyone—she was in heat.
I was curious how it'd play out but didn't slack on cleaning.
When done, Seo-yeon looked feverish, face flushed, breathing rougher.
"Cleaning's finished."
"...I can see that."
"Next, organize the remaining items?"
"Yeah. When done... no need to report.."
She panted out the words and fled to the women's break room.
"No need to work."
Not my job anyway; store side would handle later. Without her oversight, no point.
More intriguing: her state. Visibly aroused—she was probably deep in masturbation now.
The women's break room saw no one unless urgent.
"Eut..! Ang..!"
Nothing audible outside, but ear to the door caught faint moans.