Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: Something's Off with Yoo Eun-joo's Condition
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“Today, Tae-hu and I will head to the pension villas. Team Leader and Eun-ae, please cover the glamping site. The section chief as well.”
The full-scale promotion had begun.
The resort was so vast that we decided to split into teams to handle the promotion.
Being alone with Yoo Eun-joo created a strange, fluttering tension.
Today, she was simply wearing tight black leggings and a white t-shirt.
Her perfect proportions drew the eye of any man naturally.
“Assistant Manager Yoo.”
“Yes? Tae-hu.”
“I heard the section chief is jealous. Is it really okay for us to go around just the two of us like this?”
“Hmm. If he finds out, I'll get an earful. But it's work—what can we do?”
“You really get scolded for something like this?”
“Probably? Even if I'd paired with the Team Leader or Assistant Manager Lee Eun-ae, he'd complain about why I chose you.”
A hollow laugh escaped me.
“Why did you pair with me, anyway? On purpose?”
“Oh, you don't know?”
“Know what?”
“The pension we're heading to is up in the mountains. That's why it's you. Didn't want the Team Leader or Lee getting worn out.”
“...”
I remembered now.
This road led straight to a mountain path, with the pension about halfway up.
“Let's drive there.”
“I don't have a car. Do you?”
“Nope.”
“Then we walk. No choice.”
It was a pretty tough course.
The pension was built deep in the mountains, with stunning views. Word of mouth had spread, and guests kept coming nonstop.
“You remember agreeing to grant my wish, right?”
“Now?”
“Yes. Piggyback me to the pension.”
“A man doing that? I'd collapse.”
“Then I'll carry you.”
“For real?”
Her wide-eyed surprise was so cute I burst out laughing.
“Kidding. How could I, an ex-UDT, let myself get carried?”
“Hehe. Thanks.”
“Still, alone with you, Assistant Manager—I'll push through.”
“Pfft. You like being alone with me?”
“You're the company's top beauty. Bet plenty of guys envy me.”
“Doesn't matter—I'm married now.”
“No one sees you that way.”
“Hmm. Yeah, I guess not.”
Yoo Eun-joo shrugged with a cute smile.
She must work out regularly; she gradually picked up the pace.
Almost like she was deliberately trying to pull ahead.
Showing off her stamina, maybe.
Suits me fine.
I deliberately slowed my steps to admire her from behind.
The tight leggings revealed her hips and thighs in perfect detail.
Truly a work of art.
“Struggling back there?”
“No way.”
“You're lagging behind me.”
“Just pacing myself. You'll tire out later, Assistant Manager.”
“I won't. Wanna bet?”
“Grant a wish?”
“You'd better own up to that. My dad's a prosecutor—I'll sue if you don't!”
“Saying scary stuff so casually.”
“Anyway, first to the pension wins!”
“You're on! I'll show you what happens when you underestimate UDT!”
I shot forward at full speed.
Yoo Eun-joo startled and sped up too, but of course she couldn't catch me.
I even turned around, walking backward while grinning at her.
“No chance, huh?”
“Not over yet! I was on the track team too! Here we go!”
She really seemed to have track experience; she ramped up and closed the gap fast.
Still no match for me.
I smiled and matched her pace.
“Hah... hah...”
The incline steepened, and she started panting, but she didn't quit.
Strong mentality. Or just super competitive.
“Haa... Tae-hu. Hold up.”
“Surrender's easier.”
“No way. Surrender? That's for making kimchi.”
“Ah, that line... Did you pick it up from the section chief?”
“Quiet!”
Yoo Eun-joo gritted her teeth and charged again, but soon clutched her knee, gasping.
From behind, I caught a faint hint of cameltoe. Subtly erotic.
I ran alongside her at her pace, then surged ahead near the finish line.
“I win.”
“Haa... haa... Can't beat you.”
“Told you—don't underestimate UDT.”
“Ah, wa-water... please.”
She was beat; gulping water frantically, her throat bobbed wildly.
Droplets trailed down her jaw to her chest.
As she wiped them, her breasts jiggled visibly.
Pretty busty. Not quite Team Leader level, but enough for paizuri.
“Oh my, what a handsome pair. So pretty and good-looking.”
“You came all this way just to deliver these? Impressive.”
“Have some watermelon before you go!”
“Want an ice cream?”
“You two dating? You match so well! Ah, no? Sorry!”
Handing out promo flyers around the pension villas and hyping the beer festival earned us all sorts of goodwill from the guests.
We got mobbed by kids at times, felt awkward mistaken for a couple or newlyweds.
Still, it made for fun memories.
“Phew. Let's rest a bit, then head down.”
“This stuff's part-timer work, Assistant Manager.”
“Lots of big spenders among the guests here. Part-timers might slack off.”
We sat on a bench midway up the mountain, catching the cool breeze to recover our stamina.
“Still feels like no reason for us to climb all the way up.”
“An intern already thinking like that?”
“Ahh! I'll work hard!”
Yoo Eun-joo chuckled and brushed off her pants, standing up.
“While we're here, wanna hit the summit?”
“Up there?”
“Yeah. I've been before—the view's amazing.”
“Sounds good. Let's catch the breeze.”
She wasn't exaggerating.
The vast ocean, brilliant blue sky, golden sand beach—it was all breathtaking.
Somehow refreshing, opening up the chest.
Great views, breeze, forest scent.
'Perfect.'
And Yoo Eun-joo stretching from behind? Even better.
“Phew. Feels good climbing up after so long.”
“Come often?”
“Sometimes. When things feel stuffy.”
“You get stuffy too, Assistant Manager?”
“Of course. I'm human.”
“The section chief's fault?”
“I love my husband, you know?”
“He seems so uptight. Frustrating.”
“Tae-hu. Don't badmouth someone else's husband.”
Her sudden glare was loaded with discomfort.
She meant it. She really loved her husband.
“Sorry. My bad.”
“Don't do it again. Even if he messed up with you, no need to trash him.”
“Got it.”
Newlywed passion, maybe natural.
Tough to find an opening.
We rested a bit longer, then headed down.
'Huh?'
Was luck pouring down on me?
Off the mountain path, a pile of orange heat shimmered in the distance.
Definitely a Corruption Space.
'Forms in remote spots where people rarely pass.'
That would explain every one so far.
Maybe tied to men's situations, or random in secretive, temptation-prone areas.
Should I step in?
Wait.
She mentioned her dad’s a prosecutor. Safe?
Whatever—just wanna test reactions. And see her info.
“Assistant Manager. Let's rest a bit more.”
“Already tired?”
“Yeah. Legs aching from pushing too hard earlier.”
“Hmm. No seat here.”
“That spot over there looks good.”
I forcibly led us into the orange haze.
Luckily, a carved rock made a perfect seat. I plopped down.
“Hmm. Frailer than you look.”
Not planning a blind rush.
Wanted her info and reactions first—to plan ahead.
Yoo Eun-joo. Age 27.
Prefers a stable life and job. Hates reckless acts, hopes for an ordinary existence free of trouble. Whether work or love.
Secret exposure thrills her. Imagining being watched is her only trigger.
'Holy shit.'
It was a pretty shocking info window.
Miss Korea winner Yoo Eun-joo.
Pure, elegant looks paired with a killer figure.
This info didn't match her innocent vibe at all.
'Frigidity?'
What else explains the arousal issue?
What the hell did her husband do to cause that?
Even more shocking: getting off on secret exposure for thrills.
Doesn't fit that face at all.
'Ah! No way?'
The SNS exposure girl—Yoo Eun-joo?
Her body, bust, waistline... it kinda matches.
Really her?
She already knows about my sneaky looks and enjoys them—definite voyeur thrill-seeker.
SNS posts make sense too, then...
'Low lust level.'
Clearly venting through exposure.
Body only responds then, so it satisfies her fully.
Can't just leave this.
She's frigid.
Time to restore her happiness as a woman.
“Assistant Manager. Using my wish from the bet now.”
“Okay. What's the wish?”
“Give me a massage.”
Might as well test her frigidity's depth while in the Corruption Space.
Illustration
Yoo Eun-joo. Mountain path.
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