Episode 25: Choi Si-joon's Day Is Rough
Episode 25: Choi Si-joon's Day Is Rough
25Chapter 25: Choi Sijun's Day Is Arduous
"Just come already, Sijun-ah."
"Ugh! Nuna!!"
The sensation of her hand milking the cum out of me snapped me awake.
"Hwaaah—!!"
I looked around and found myself still in the office.
"What the...?"
I'd pushed myself pretty hard exercising yesterday, but not to the point of dozing off at my desk. And it wasn't just falling asleep—I'd had a seriously weird dream.
"I think this is the first time since high school..."
Thanks to my two insatiable older lovers, I never had any pent-up libido to speak of, so I hadn't had a dream like this since I first became sexually active. A damp sensation down below made me grope myself in a panic.
"Phew..."
Relieved. I hadn't actually come. Even though I didn't finish, I was hit with a weird post-nut clarity, and while I was spacing out, my phone alarm went off.
"Ah..."
"Good morning, Manager Choi!"
Given that I'd only ever handled paperwork via computer, they could easily forget my face, but the students from Department 4 still greeted me with full force. "Yes, hello."
After countless greetings, I made it to the Department 4 manager's office.
"You're here?"
Inside were my aunt and one other person.
"Yeah. Hello."
"Oh, is this your first time meeting?"
"Yes."
"Yeah."
My aunt glanced between the two of us and made introductions. A flicker of hope rose in my chest.
'Did she finally find a new manager for Department 4?'
"This is my nephew and Department 4 manager, Choi Sijun."
"Hello."
"And this is our newest junior, Lee Ah-reum."
"Hello."
I bowed politely as my aunt introduced us, but the words 'newest junior' dashed my hopes.
'Right, she did look way too young...'
"Ah-reum, you can go ahead. We'll talk more later."
"Yes. I'll see you later."
"Yes, take care."
After escorting Lee Ah-reum out, I threw myself onto the couch. It wasn't my usual sofa, so it felt a little strange.
"Oh..."
But the awkwardness came from unfamiliarity, not quality—it was the kind of sofa anyone would admire.
"Nice sofa, right?"
"Uh..."
"I'm going to redo this place a bit."
"Redo?"
"Yeah."
She planned to connect this office to the room next door, turn that into a lounge, and convert the current office into a proper reception and workspace.
"We'll put in a bed and probably a shower, too."
"Can you even do that?"
For all its freedom, the school wouldn't normally just let you remodel like that, or so I thought.
"Well, headquarters gave the okay, so I'd say yes."
"And what's the point of all that?" This was the department manager's office, not the department head's—I couldn't see a reason to remodel it this much.
"You know they put up a new building next door, right?"
"I do."
"Starting next semester, we're moving the lecture halls and practice rooms over there. This building will be used as an administrative wing."
"So?"
"Since you're hardly ever here, we're testing out what we can do with the empty space."
"Ah..."
"And it's good for you too, isn't it? Make things more comfortable. I saw your Department 5 office—it's a little cramped. You can just relax here."
What she meant was—
"You're not going to hire a new manager?"
"I can't find one."
"Oh come on, Aunt! Stop lying!" If Choi Mi-ae put out the word that she was looking for a TA, applicants would be out the door. And a manager's position at Daehanyedae on top of that? The pay is generous, benefits are great, and it builds a career for anyone aiming to break into the art world.
"Choi Mi-ae can't find anyone? That's nonsense, stop."
"Why, you hate working with your aunt that much?"
"..."
What a loaded question. How could anyone answer 'I don't want to work' when she puts it like that? Unless we were on bad terms, which we weren't.
"Just keep doing what you're doing. Have the others handle the little stuff. Just keep an eye on the admin side."
"Sigh... that's the problem..."
"Please? I've got a class, gotta run." With that, my aunt practically fled the office.
Like she said, it wasn't the Department 5 setup where I was responsible for and led everything. She'd probably been cutting me a lot of slack.
I never even attended Department 4 meetings; I only dealt with administrative work and tasks that required a manager's approval. It felt like being a figurehead, but none of the other TAs ever disrespected me. They did ask me a lot of things—I just couldn't answer because I didn't know.
"Might as well get some work done while I'm here."
I sat at the computer, taking care of this and that, when my head suddenly snapped up. "Wait, why did Aunt call me here? Just to introduce the new junior?" The question had barely formed when the office alarm rang.
"Yes~"
"Hello. Manager? No, oppa?"
Instead of my aunt, who could have cleared up my confusion, Cha Nara showed up.
"What? How'd you know I was here?"
"The other students said so."
"Ah..."
Cha Nara walked right in and plopped onto the sofa.
"No class?"
"Nope. No schedule either."
"Then rest at home... why come here..."
"Just because. Is it not okay?"
I'd agreed to entertain Cha Nara as long as we didn't cross any lines, but it was really difficult. I was in a relationship, sure, but it was with older women—and far from a normal one. So I had no experience with this kind of thing.
"Play with me."
"Excuse me?"
"No?"
"Sigh... wait a bit, let me just finish this." Telling her no wouldn't make her back down, so I sighed and told her to wait.
Cha Nara seemed satisfied even with that—a little smile played on her lips as she leaned back on the sofa. When I finished my work and looked over at her, Cha Nara was looking at me and then quickly turned her head. She must have been watching me the entire time.
"So? How are we going to play?"
"Hmm... I don't know?"
"What, you didn't think of anything while I was working?"
"I'll go to the bathroom. Think of something while I'm gone."
I left the office, leaving a pondering Cha Nara, and headed to the restroom. After finishing my business, I turned the faucet to wash my hands—and that's when disaster struck.
"Aaaagh!!"
The faucet suddenly burst, drenching me in water. I panicked and called a passing person to get a repairman and deal with the mess.
"What happened? Why are you so soaked?"
I gave a rough explanation to Cha Nara, who was still waiting in the office.
"Let me go change my clothes."
"Do you have clothes here?"
"Ah..." That's right—this wasn't the Department 5 office, so I had no spare clothes here.
"Wait a sec."
Cha Nara went out, and I couldn't sit on the couch or chair for fear of getting them wet. I just toweled off my hair with the piece of cloth the repairman had handed me.
"Put this on."
"Thanks."
I changed into the training outfit Cha Nara gave me and hung my own clothes by the window where a bit of sunlight came in.
"Phew..."
"Guess we can't go out anywhere."
"Yeah." I could have gone to Department 5 and grabbed other clothes, but honestly, I was exhausted.
"By the way, what's this outfit?" I pointed at what I was wearing.
"Oh, that's something Professor Kim keeps here. We get drenched in sweat while dancing, so it's a spare."
"Ah..."
I'm acting as Department 4 manager, but I really know nothing about Department 4.
"And I thought of something we can do."
"What?"
"Come on."
As I stood up, Cha Nara naturally linked her arm with mine. Unlike last time, she was wearing short sleeves, so it must have been uncomfortable for her, but she didn't seem to care. When I asked her about it, Cha Nara just smiled and answered, "You've hugged me and slept with me before. What's this little thing?"
Her remark was so bold for an idol that I instinctively glanced around. Thankfully, no one was nearby, and I let out an inner sigh. Being around Cha Nara felt like it was taking years off my life.
The place Cha Nara brought me was a small practice room in Department 4. Not the large classroom I'd seen before—this was roughly 18 to 20 pyeong.
"So, what are we doing here?"
"Hmm... want me to show you a dance?"
"A dance?"
"Yeah. You only ever saw me dance once, and you didn't watch it again."
"Ah, with the video..." I figured she'd be upset if I admitted I hadn't watched it even once since that one time, so I tried a little white lie...
"Liar." She saw right through it. The proper response here was simple.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I know you're busy, Manager." And thankfully, she accepted the apology, so I let out a huge inner sigh of relief.
Cha Nara led me over to a stack of mats piled against one wall and sat me down there.
"Watch from here."
The mats were incredibly plush—felt almost like a mattress.
Cha Nara put on her group's music and danced. It was fascinating to see such cute features execute that kind of choreography. Or maybe it was because her figure wasn't cute at all?
I was lost in these half-formed thoughts when the song ended and the dance stopped. I clapped loudly with genuine admiration—then immediately stopped.
"What? Why'd you stop?"
"Oh, the clapping was too loud..."
"This room is soundproofed really well, it's okay." Honestly, I'd stopped less because I was worried about noise leaking out and more because I'd startled myself with my own applause.
"Ah-ha..."
"I've heard it even dampens speaker vibrations, but I don't know about that."
Cha Nara approached slowly and sat down beside me, asking, "So, how was it?"
I turned my head to look at her and flinched slightly before turning it back forward. While dancing, Cha Nara had shed her outer layer, revealing a shirt with one shoulder completely bare—and most of her chest was visible. The shirt had slipped down so far I could even see her underwear.
I really don't understand why women like clothes like that. By my description, it's just a stretched-out, off-shoulder tee. It looks so damn uncomfortable, but the women in my life say it's actually pretty comfortable.
"What, oppa? Did you turn away because you saw my chest? Shyer than I thought, huh?"
Cha Nara pulled her slipping shirt back up and stared at me. They say women can always sense a man's gaze—apparently it's true. I'd only looked for a split second, and she caught it completely.
"That... I wasn't trying to look..."
At my pitiful excuse, Cha Nara burst into a big laugh, then stood up and sat right on top of me.
"Take a good look."
From the sudden lewd dream to Cha Nara, today was proving to be an arduous one.