A Call from Her Husband
"See? This is how we should have been communicating from the start, Han Yujin."
A light sneer slipped from my lips. Shameful tears welled at the corners of the woman's eyes as she crumbled at my feet. Labored breaths rasped through her neat office blouse, and under the blue glow of the smartphone, the line of her chest trembled with every gasp. Her skin was white and smooth enough to make a mockery of her mid-thirties. Those cold, haughtily upturned eyes — the untouchable Ice Goddess every man in the company had once yearned for — now trembled, her entire life hanging on the thumb of my right hand.
Those same arrogant eyes that used to pass over me like scenery, like an insect, every time I walked through the pantry. A woman who had lived perched above everyone else's heads was coming apart at a single twitch of my finger.
I rose slowly from the chair. Finger still hovering over the send button, I took a step toward the woman crumpled on the floor. The click of my dress shoes rang cold through the darkened conference room.
"What are you shaking for, Han Yujin."
"...What?"
The title was gone. The "Ms." was gone. Nothing left but her name, dropped into the casual speech you use on someone beneath you. Han Yujin's head snapped up, her pupils shaking as if they might tear. The fact that this pathetic intern — the one who'd been hauling coffee from the pantry — had just addressed her by name, like that. I could see the savage pride of a woman who had spent her entire life standing over other people whipping itself into a frenzy inside her.
"You... you just called me..."
"What, still haven't figured out where you stand?"
I smirked and put a little pressure on my fingertip. On the screen, the yellow send button depressed, just slightly, as if it were about to fire. Han Yujin convulsed, her fingertips going white against the floor.
"Want me to dump all these photos on your husband before you start taking this seriously?"
"N-no...! Don't, please...!"
"Then listen carefully. You're not in a position to play Team Leader with me anymore."
My voice dropped into a low, casual register, and Han Yujin choked on her own breath. Her face was a mess of grievance and humiliation. Terrified I might actually press the button, she hung her head in wretched defeat. That was the moment the pretense of "female Team Leader" — the armor that had always protected her — was ripped away in a single stroke.
But I had no intention of stopping at making her kneel. I let my gaze drop and pointed at the neatly arranged blouse of her office look.
"Don't just say the right words. Prove it with your body. Undo them yourself. The buttons."
"What...?"
The color drained from Han Yujin's face.
"You... are you insane? Why would I do something like that at the office..."
"One."
"L-Lee Junhyuk...!"
"Two."
My thumb sank until it was a hair's breadth from actually pressing send. Han Yujin's expression went paper-white. The look in her eyes said she wanted to slap me across the face — but the survival instinct screaming that her life was about to be destroyed crushed her reason underfoot. A hand that had finally understood refusal was not an option trembled its way up to her chest.
Click.
The topmost button came undone, and the white, smooth line of her collarbone lay fully exposed.
"Keep going. Until I can see everything."
At the barked command, a tear Han Yujin had been holding back slipped free. The second button. The third. One after another, they came undone.
A soft rustle. Between the parted halves of her blouse, white skin and the full curve of her chest — things no one in this company would have dared to even glance at — were laid out in the open under the smartphone's light. Every labored breath made the thin line of her underwear tremble on the edge of visibility.
"Hah..."
The vicious shame of having used her own hands to peel her clothes open and offer up her body. Han Yujin stayed on the floor, head hanging, her shoulders hitching with silent sobs. That was the moment the last thorn of the most perfect Ice Goddess in the company snapped clean off.
I swallowed a laugh as I took in the heaving chest, the trembling collarbone. A face this broken over something this small? The real fun was only getting started.
"Don't sit there sniffling like some tragic heroine. You think that's what you are?"
I hauled Han Yujin up from her knees and seized her chest in my hand. Pointing at the glass table that cut across the center of the conference room, I gave the order.
"Stop clinging to the floor. Get on the table. Face down on the glass."
"Ah— ah...!"
Her upper body was dragged by my grip and thrown wretchedly across the ice-cold glass surface. It was the face of a woman who knew perfectly well that a single refusal would shatter her honor, her family, and this table all at once. The white chest revealed between the open blouse pressed flat and wide against the cold glass.
The view of her from behind, draped over the table, was thorough. A well-cut waist. The dizzying line of her ass and legs showing through thin nude stockings. Thumb still resting on the send button, I reached out with my left hand and grabbed the hem of her office skirt.
A slow slide. The neat skirt was rolled up without hesitation, all the way over her hips.
"N-no... don't, please... Junhyuk..."
"Don't move. Stay still."
Smooth thighs wrapped in nude stockings lay fully exposed in the darkened conference room. Without hesitation I put my palm to the skin of her inner thigh and dragged it slowly upward.
"Nnh...!"
Han Yujin's body jerked as if she'd been shocked. The friction of the cold conference-room air and my hot hand against that well-shaped thigh registered at my fingertips. I hooked a finger under the stocking's thigh band, pulled it taut, and let it snap back.
A sharp smack. The elastic slap shattered the cold silence.
"Ugh...! Don't... take that off..."
"During the day you put on that whole lofty act in front of the staff."
I swept slowly up her thigh. I brought my lips right up to Han Yujin's ear as she lay with her cheek against the cold glass, tears running.
"And now you're shaking all over from an intern's hand on a conference room table. The Team Leader's chair is a lot more interesting than I thought, huh?"
"You... you really..."
Han Yujin let out a breath mixed with shame and surrender, her fingertips going white against the glass. I grabbed the thin stockings of the woman lying face-down, and shoved my hand inside them.
The heat I felt through her thin underwear was abnormally hot. I pushed my fingers into that gap and reached the most private place. Wetness had soaked through the fabric of her underwear and begun to cling, slick, to my fingertips. Even in the middle of this hell of shame and terror, she was wet — absurdly, as if she'd gotten aroused.
I pressed down on the soaked flesh with my fingertip. I let a low laugh into her bloodless ear.
"Han Yujin. Wet already? I guess a pervert really is a pervert..."
"Ugh...!"
At that single line, Han Yujin's shoulders jerked as if in a seizure. She turned her face away from the glass as if she could hide the shame somehow. I lightly rubbed the slick skin, savoring her reaction.
"Nnh..!"
Every time my fingertips parted her wet pussy and pushed in deep, Han Yujin's body — cheek crushed against the cold glass — shuddered as if she were coming apart.
"Hnn...! Hh... haah...!"
Miserable moans leaked through lips she'd been biting down on, trying to hold them back.
"Hngh....! Hhk...!"
Her waist, with nowhere to go, bucked wretchedly in a mix of vicious shame and shuddering pleasure.
Honestly, I thought I was going to lose my mind. A vicious sense of conquest drove the blood all the way to the top of my skull.
Just a few days ago, this woman had been a massive wall to me. The cold superior who tossed approval documents at me without so much as a glance. The perfect "Team Leader Han Yujin" who treated my existence like a clump of worthless dust and laughed at it.
But what was soaking at my fingertips now wasn't some cold elite title. Just one wretched woman who'd gotten honest with her own desire.
I looked down at her face reflected in the glass. The hair she'd always combed so neatly was a mess, stuck pleasantly to her forehead, and tear tracks stained cheeks flushed red with shame. The company's greatest sanctuary — the one every man coveted and none had dared to touch. The pleasure of watching that rigid pretense shatter wretchedly beneath me was incomparable to anything else.
"Hhk... please... stop... Junhyuk..."
Even her pleading voice was shaking violently. The sight of her, for the crime of having her weakness seized, offering up her whole body like a dog to a single finger of the intern she'd spent her life despising.
Was her husband sitting at home right now, eating dinner quietly, waiting for his wife? With no idea in his wildest dreams that his perfect wife had stepped outside the fence of being an elite corporate researcher's spouse and was losing her mind on a conference room table under an intern's hands.
Just imagining it made a damp, burning sadism erupt from deep in my chest. I wanted to crush this lofty woman's pride so finely that not even the scraps remained. I wanted to turn her into a wreck who couldn't do a single thing — at the office, at home, or anywhere else — without me.
I pushed my fingers in deeper and breathed against her ear. Every time her body flinched, her skin scraped against the glass with a strange sound.
"See, Han Yujin. Your body's begging for my hands this much."
"N-no... hhk, it's not...!"
Denial was already too late. Her reason had been destroyed, and her instincts had already surrendered completely under my control.
That was when it happened.
Bzzzt— bzzzt—
Inside the dark, sealed conference room, the phone Han Yujin had tossed onto the table lit up with a pale glow, and a loud vibration rang out. The vibration traveling through the glass made Han Yujin's body jump hard. Two characters floated on the screen.
"Hik...!"
Even the last of the color drained from Han Yujin's face. Tear-stained pupils convulsed with terror as they flicked between the screen and me. Choking, she reached for the phone — but I snatched it a beat faster.
"You... what are you doing...! Hang up, please, hang up right now...!"
"Why would I hang up? It's your husband. You should take it."
I shook the phone at her, sneering as if I pitied her.
