The Team Leader Who Only Bullies Me (2)

Seo-yeon Yoo going into heat was an unexpected development, but thinking about it, it wasn't a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bad thing. It would require some adjustments to my plan, but in the end, it meant I could achieve results even faster.

"Vital Energy—I can just earn more if I need it."

Replenishing Vital Energy through Kim Min-ah cost money, but it was satisfying enough that I never got bored. I decided to spend the points I'd saved up for the next phase right now.

"Something's still missing." This would only save a little time. After a moment's thought, I added more content.

"What? Why is it so cheap?" It had cost 80,000 points just to apply hypnosis like "Lust surges every time she sees my face," "My face comes to mind whenever she masturbates," and "Masturbating while thinking of me feels better and more exciting than usual"—none of which directly altered her common sense.

"No way...?" The Vital Energy cost for hypnosis depends on the degree of dissonance and resistance. If she was already masturbating to fantasies of getting caught and ravished by me, that would lower the cost. If she already felt thrill and excitement from masturbating at work, that would reduce it too. And...

"She might really be hoping to get ravished."

Of course, the odds were slim, but at least one or two of those were probably true.

This was enough. All that remained was to wait for her to fall deep into the hypnosis.

*

"Min-seok's holding out surprisingly long."

"Yeah. Most guys last barely a month before quitting. It's been four months now, right?"

"He's impressive. I heard he lives alone, away from his family. I wish my kid was half as tough."

Such conversations filled the break room, warmed by the heater. Most warehouse workers were in their thirties or forties, so from their perspective, a young guy in his early twenties enduring such unfair treatment seemed admirable.

Before, she'd at least come over and give orders, but now she didn't even tell him to clean—he just heard he had to do it and swept the floors outside, unable to enter the break room.

"Tell me about it. I took out a loan to send my son to college, and all he does is play around."

"At least he went to college. Mine didn't even bother—he just works day-to-day to spend it all. Cut off his allowance, and now he's picking up odd jobs he's never done before just to drink and party."

As the talk shifted from Min-seok to lamenting their own kids, Min-seok kept sweeping outside without even straightening his back.

Almost done.

Seo-yeon's gaze now bored into him openly. At first mixed with anticipation and excitement, by the end of his work, her face burned with uncontrollable heat. It had only been a week.

"Cleaning's done."

"...Good work."

She didn't even assign the next task anymore—just bolted up without looking back and hurried into the break room. Seeing that, I resolved to act.

The first day, she avoided looking and hid in the break room, holding back. Day two, she watched me work the whole time before diving into masturbation. The next, she tried to resist a bit but gave in. After that, restraint crumbled—she stared the whole shift and masturbated in the break room as routine.

"Ten minutes should do ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it."

Cleaning the warehouse floor took 30 minutes. Until the next shipment, there were 30 minutes left. Normally, people used that for bathroom breaks, chats, or naps, but I spent it moving items store staff left for the warehouse.

In other words, no one would notice if I vanished for the next 30 minutes.

I went to the bathroom, peed, entered a stall, launched the Succubus System, and inputted new hypnosis.

No need to check further. Yesterday it was 100P, and applying the same hypnosis again showed the same. 100P was just the minimum—probably the actual cost was zero. I'd waited one more day just in case.

After killing time in the bathroom, exactly 10 minutes later, I headed to the women's break room.

"...Haang...!"

A faint moan leaked from beyond the door. The women's break room was in a corner of the warehouse, used like a private space for Seo-yeon alone—no one else approached. Even for work issues, everyone went straight to the Team 1 Leader.

I flung the door open and strode in confidently.

This was my first time inside. It was surprisingly tidy like an office, and Seo-yeon had tossed off her skirt and stockings, sitting on the wide sofa with her lower half fully exposed, rubbing her pussy.

"Kyaaak!?"

She let out a sharp scream at the sudden intrusion.

"Shh. What if someone hears?"

"Wh-what...! Get out...!"

"Close the door?"

I cut her off and shut it. It was well soundproofed, and the area had constant noise anyway—no easy way to get caught.

"Not that! I said get out!"

"Why would I? In a situation like this."

"What do you...!"

"Isn't this what you wanted? Why else make so much noise it'd carry outside?"

"Hik."

In that brief moment, her face paled, then flushed apple-red.

"Truth is, perverts like you aren't my type, but what can I do? You're advertising so desperately. Gotta give you what you want."

"Wh-who said I wanted...!"

"No? My mistake? Then I'll just go. I'll keep your secret, but if you can't trust that, fire me—I don't mind."

It was a shame, but I truly didn't care if I got fired. My savings weren't huge, but enough to last without immediate issues. Worst case, I could do day labor. With the Succubus System, ways to make money overflowed anyway.

My boldness worked—she gaped speechlessly.

"Answer quick. You really okay with that?"

"...H-how can I trust you... What if you spread rumors..."

"Pfft."

Her lame excuse made me burst out laughing unwittingly.

"So, scared of rumors, you'll let me? Without evidence?"

"Eut...!"

Her face was already as red as it could get. Emboldened by her helpless demeanor, I stepped toward her without hesitation.

"D-don't come closer!"

"Don't come closer? I'm already here."

"G-go away...!"

"You really can't be honest."

Her words sounded scared, but her eyes burned with heat. After a brief ponder, I reached for her fully exposed pussy.

Squelch...!

"W-wait...! Ha-eut...!"

"You're fucking soaked."

Not just talk—her pussy dripped so much her juices had wetted the sofa. Sliding one finger inside, hot, slick walls clenched tight around it.

"In this state, and you say no?"

"Heut...! N-nooo...♥"

Denying it, but her voice melted. I'd watched porn lately for research, but no actress sounded this feral in heat.

"Ahng...! Ah, aah...!"

Even slow fingering drew moans. Satisfied with the taste, I pulled out—her juices strung viscous.

"Ah...!"

Regret laced her short gasp. I'd learned today how clearly a voice could convey emotion.

"Wait."

I stood, dropped my pants and underwear—my rock-hard cock sprang free.

"Eh...?"

Her soul seemed to vacate as her eyes locked on it.

"What're you waiting for? Spread your legs."

"Th-that's..."

"Oh, you prefer being taken?"

"Wait...!"

I laid her back on the sofa, forced her legs apart—her slick pussy gleamed. She flailed in panic, but it felt perfunctory, no real resistance.

"N-no, can't..."

"Just words?"

Ridiculously, she only mumbled once as my glans touched her entrance—flailing stopped, corners of her mouth lifting in anticipation.

Squish...!

Slowly pushing into the parted slit, her body twitched.

I wanted to mock her, but no room for leisure on my end.

Whoa... this pussy...

Dry cock met sopping pussy—initial friction eased as her juices coated me, sliding deep. Unlike mouth, her walls clung seamlessly, pleasure on another level.

"T-too deep...! Haaak...! Hak...!"

As ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I burrowed deeper, she panted like a bitch in heat, unashamed.

"Heuk...♥"

When my cock bottomed out, pressing her depths, her tongue quivered. No—her whole body shook.

"Feel good?"

"Heut... Haaht..."

"No answer? Should I stop?"

"Haang...!"

A slight hip thrust from her silent panting drew an instant moan. No answer yet, so I prodded inside.

"No answer? I'll stop then?"

"Haat...! D-don't... Ahng...! Stopp...!"

"Answer properly. Stop, or don't stop?"

Despite my persistent questions, she just bit her lip. No reply came.