Chapter 67

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 67

Chapter Title: Yoo Eun-joo Caught in the Act

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Finally caught her red-handed.

I couldn't let this slip away.

Yoo Eun-joo glanced around, confirming no one was nearby, then continued down the path.

Still uneasy, she kept looking over her shoulder.

Can't blame her for being worried.

She's known as the company beauty, but if word got out that she's an exhibitionist, her life would be ruined.

'Huh?'

My assumption was wrong.

She wasn't checking for pursuers.

She was just making sure no one was around.

Proof? Once she confirmed the coast was clear, she darted behind another boulder.

It was a bit farther from the previous spot, but still a secluded area.

'Wow.'

She's going to do it again?

Even after nearly getting caught?

Bold. Fearless.

Maybe that near-miss thrill gave her an incredible rush.

Probably. That's why she's at it again.

I approached cautiously and watched her.

In a crevice just big enough for two or three people, Yoo Eun-joo slipped off her zip-up crop top.

Then she pulled down her bra slightly and snapped a photo.

Click-

Satisfied with the shot, she smiled prettily.

Must've captured her nipples and areolas perfectly.

Hot as hell.

The live thrill beat any SNS photo by miles.

Curious how far she'd go, I kept watching.

Click- Click-

Her shots grew bolder.

She ditched the bra entirely, covering just her nipples, or spread wide but teasingly hid a bit.

She even set her phone on a timer nearby, dropping into a cat pose.

The contrast with her innocent looks was insanely arousing.

Even more surprising? Her bored, empty expression at the start brightened into something fresh and lively.

She must really get off on this.

Sure, SNS comments would be filthy, but maybe that's the turn-on.

"Whew."

Smirking like she'd nailed it again, she slowly dressed.

Now I was even more intrigued.

About her secrets. Her feelings.

No need to hesitate.

"Ahem."

Crunch. Crunch.

I cleared my throat on purpose and stepped out.

My footsteps echoed softly on the sandy beach.

Naturally, Yoo Eun-joo whipped around, our eyes locking.

Most would scream.

But she froze solid, far more shocked.

Her eyes bulged fist-sized, mouth agape, body trembling.

Embarrassment, disbelief, shame, fear, terror—all pouring out.

I scratched my head sheepishly and approached, looking harmless and innocent.

"Hmm. What are you doing out here alone, Assistant Manager?"

"T-Tae-hu? How...?"

"I was taking a walk and saw you head this way, so I followed. It was dark and seemed risky, so I got worried. Had to see... everything."

"Ah......"

I saw it all, her face screamed.

Misery and despair etched deep.

"Mind if we talk for a bit?"

"......Sure."

I sat on a distant rock with her.

She hugged herself protectively, stealing fearful glances at me.

Like a mouse before a cat.

Unless she wants rumors of being an exhibitionist to spread, spread your legs.

How likely would that blackmail work?

To find out, I spent points to check her info window.

'Not easy, huh.'

Favorability and lust levels plummeted.

She trusted me before.

This situation must terrify her that much.

More than anything, her readiness to fight back if blackmailed made me pause.

Strong will not to be controlled.

'Even if I spread she's an exhibitionist, she won't forgive me.'

Probably plans to lean on her prosecutor dad.

As a high official, he could handle it quietly.

I chuckled softly.

Never planned to risk my life on shaky odds. Blackmail wasn't the play anyway.

She's anorgasmic.

Even in Corruption Space, her arousal rose slowly.

Skinship barely registered; my scent helped a tad.

Forcing her? No fun there.

Company beauty? Tempting, but not peak satisfaction.

No natural lube anyway— it'd just hurt, no pleasure. Pointless.

That's why I have a plan.

Make her believe pleasure comes only through me.

Need her favor for that. Want her story too.

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"Tae-hu. Did you... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠see everything?"

"I was walking, spotted you, wanted to say hi. But you went into this dark spot alone—I worried and followed. Ended up seeing... it all."

"Agh... What do I do."

Defeated, she knelt, hands over her face.

I waited quietly for her next move.

Soon, she stood, eyes pleading.

"T-Tae-hu. This is shameless, but... c-can you keep it secret?"

Her face swirled with thoughts.

Worried I'd demand something, how to handle it, or if I'd keep quiet first.

"Of course. Your secret's safe."

"R-Really!?"

"Yeah. No reason to spread it. Gains me nothing."

Caught off guard, she blinked in surprise.

"Ah... Thank you, Tae-hu."

She's holding back. Should be asking what I want by now.

Sees me as the good guy, trying to brush it off.

"But it's not that simple, Assistant Manager."

She trembled.

Terror-inducing words. Her face paled.

"T-Tae-hu."

"Honestly, shocking. The company beauty doing exposure play here."

"W-What do you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠want?"

Stoic, I replied.

"I want to hear your story."

"Pardon?"

"Why? What's wrong? I want to know."

"What... do you mean?"

Her eyes shook, unprepared for this.

"Just that. You're not the type, so there must be a reason. Repression? Stress relief? Makes me worry. Someone as kind as you, what's hurting?"

"......"

"I'll help you vent. Tell me."

"Tae-hu... I..."

"Sometimes spilling to someone helps a ton."

"Hic."

Comforted, or feeling my sincerity, her eyes welled up.

Relief at avoiding ruin.

After a quiet cry, red-eyed, she spoke.

"Wanna sit over there a bit?"

Sandy beach lapped by gentle waves.

We sat close, shoulders brushing, gazing at the moonlight in silence.

I waited for her to open up.

Needed full details on her state for the plan.

"Tae-hu. You'll really keep it secret?"

"Promise. Won't tell a soul. No shady demands either. Don't worry."

"Phew. Thanks. You're... such a good guy, Tae-hu."

"Why do this? Something bottled up?"

"......Truth is."

Her story poured out.

"Remember my husband the Confucian Boy?"

"Yeah. Must be stifling sometimes."

"Exactly. Even... during love."

"......"

"Always missionary, same caresses. Quiet. Post-marriage, it hit: no excitement anymore. Anorgasmia."

"Anorgasmia?"

"Yeah. Can't feel a thing. No matter what he does."

"......"

"Tried asking for new positions, foreplay. Rejected, of course. Felt pathetic. Stopped asking after."

Not your typical sexless marriage.

No ED, premature, or delayed issues.

They love each other, but Jin Seong-tae's conservatism wrecks their intimacy.

"Must've been tough."

Jin's the weirdo.

With a body like that, why?

Protecting her? Confucian style fits.

Idiot doesn't get how dumb that is.

"Wait. Sex life's essential in marriage. Dating? You knew then, why marry?"

"Didn't know. First time was after wedding."

"......Why?"

"He wanted it that way."

Serious issue, Jin Seong-tae.

Women want premarital chastity sometimes, but a guy?

"Thought he'd lead like his personality. Nope. Forgot pleasure altogether."

"......"

"At this age? Pathetic. Pitiful. Friends' stories enrage, sadden me."

"So exposure started then?"

"Not planned at first. But office, pool, outside—men's gazes felt thrilling. That sparked it."

Body that can't feel, so live humanly somehow.

Started gym wear, leggings. Normal SNS posts escalated seeing bolder ones.

Full exposure followed.

Growing thrill kept her hooked till now.

Even confessed it's more exciting than with husband.

"Makes sense. Mountain, pool—you did it for me on purpose?"

"......Yeah. On the mountain, you peeking felt amazing. So pool too..."

Corruption Space influenced a bit.

"Still wonder why stay with him."

"......Even so, I love my husband. He loves me most."

Mismatched love styles?

"Live like that forever? Could get caught again like today."

"......I know. Tell myself to stop, but can't. Ends up here."

"That's why I keep your secret. Another guy? Dangerous, Assistant Manager."

"......"

Now's the moment.

Her heart's shaken; perfect for an offer she can't refuse.

I looked straight into her eyes and made my prepared proposal.