Going to Work Feels Great 2
I took a sip of the latte that Manager U Mi-young had handed me. A flicker of hopeful expectation crossed my mind, but as expected, it wasn't breast milk. The bitter coffee aroma lingered on my tongue.
I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the monitor. Returning to 'real' work after so long felt strangely off. The shared drive had a half-finished project proposal lying dormant, and my inbox was crammed with bolded subject lines demanding attention. A return to my precious daily routine. But this ordinary office air among living, breathing people felt alien instead. Was I too accustomed to the T-16 world where everyone seemed like NPCs?
"Not bad... Yeah, that's me all right."
Traces of Kagamusha's hard work were scattered across the monitor. While I was bouncing between life and death(?) in T-16 training, my shadow had handled the reinstatement process in the real world and quietly held down my spot.
'Don't move rashly for revenge.''Don't touch my women.' He'd faithfully followed those two orders too.
"Using my brain must've given him some sense."
There was a file on one side of the screen titled Shared Info for Master. Inside, it neatly organized info I couldn't miss, tasks Kagamusha had handled, all prioritized for easy reading.
Choi Dong-jin's relationship with Manager U Mi-young has cooled. It even included a detailed analysis of why.
From U Mi-young's position, secretly raising a T-16 baby, she needed distance from Department Head Choi Dong-jin. Plus, Kagamusha's personal guess: as Belphegor's apostle now, he had to ally with the White Masked Demon King against Baal.
"That little shit... Not bad."
I looked up at Department Head Choi Dong-jin's desk. After seeing the analysis, his complexion didn't look great. Maybe burning inside from his mistress's sudden cold shoulder, or perhaps annoyed by U Mi-young handing me coffee earlier.
Ding- The messenger window blinked. It was Manager U Mi-young.
Ah, got it. She'd already tried seducing Kagamusha. Good job enduring, my shadow.
Right then, my smartphone buzzed. Unknown number.
"Hello?"
"It's me."
"Saying 'it's me' out the gate—how am I supposed to know who?"
"Areum. Han Areum."
"Huh? Why the sudden formal talk? When did you start cursing me out?"
"Sorry. Panicked back then."
"What's up? No way you called 'cause you miss me."
"Yeah. Called 'cause I miss you."
What's her angle this time? Clearly, Han Areum and U Mi-young were playing different hands. I was getting more curious about what groundwork those two were laying for the White Masked Demon King's descent.
"Busy with work. Get to the point."
"See you at lunch. Got something to say. I'll come to your office."
"Huh?"
Click. Unilateral notice, call ended.
Right at that moment, I felt something slink under my desk. Soon, Manager U Mi-young's faint breath and perfume wafted up from below.
"...Hmph?"
Our eyes met, and she pressed a finger to her lips, shushing me. Then her hand brushed my zipper, and with a zzzip, it saw the light of day.
"Here to show you my sincerity, sir~ ♥"
Manager U Mi-young gently gripped my cock and started stroking slowly. Right in the middle of this utterly ordinary, bustling office with keyboard clacks and ringing phones.
Chuuup- Her hot, wet lips enveloped the tip. Trying to muffle sound, she sucked softly with tongue and palate. I tensed, pulling my chair as close to the desk as possible to hide it.
This situation in the real world—not T-16, but the office—was peak pleasure. The company's hottest babe crouched under my desk, sucking me off.
One hand softly caressed my lower belly. I felt drool pooling wetly on the floor. Her lips pressed softly around the tip, tongue tip tickling the slit, sending shivers up my spine.
"Mmm... churp... So tasty ♥"
She pulled off briefly to whisper. Saliva and precum strung a silvery thread between her lips and my glans. Utterly obscene.
"Your cum... so sweet..."
I pretended to stare at the monitor and tap keys calmly, but every nerve focused on the hot, wet sensation below.
Each time her mouth enveloped my cock, my hips bucked involuntarily. She deepthroated, her throat stimulating the head. Choking pressure and saliva dripped down my shaft.
"Slurp... glurk... mmm ♥"
She shoved it deep, throat massaging the glans. Saliva flowed with the squeeze.
"Mmm... deep in my throat... come on in ♥"
Then, footsteps from afar. Thud, thud, thud.
I yanked the chair closer, signaling U Mi-young. She froze, cock in mouth, holding her breath.
"Park, Assistant Manager."
Familiar voice from behind. Department Head Choi Dong-jin. My heart dropped.
"Got a sec?"
"Y-yeah, sir."
I turned casually, but under the desk, U Mi-young still had me in her mouth. Her warm breath teased my crotch.
"About this project—got time?"
Choi Dong-jin stepped beside my desk, spreading papers. His leg stopped right next to her shoulder. Practically common-law couple. The depravity of fucking his woman right under his nose electrified me.
"Gonna need to push the schedule up."
"Ah... Got it, sir."
As I answered, suppressing a tremble, U Mi-young's tongue slowly licked up the underside.
"How much ahead?"
"Slurp..."
A faint sound leaked. Luckily, he didn't notice.
"Two weeks? Can do?"
He pointed at the papers. His gaze lingered on my face.
"Face looks red. You okay?"
"N-no, sir. Office is hot."
I wiped fake sweat. Actually, her sucking had my whole body burning.
"Glurk... slurp..."
She ramped up, lips sliding root to tip repeatedly. Drool soaked my balls.
"Revised schedule by tomorrow."
"Oh, seen Manager U? She's been gone."
Heart hit the floor. What face would he make if I said she's sucking me off at your feet?
"Dunno. Bathroom maybe?"
"Huh. She's been off lately. Quieter too..."
He tilted his head.
"Something bothering her?"
'Yeah, sucking another guy's dick.'
"Slurp... glurk... mmm ♥"
Her moans grew. Thrilled by the risk, she deepthroated hard, throat squeezing.
"Mm... Probably work stress. Projects piling up, everyone's edgy."
I forced steady voice.
"True. Mi-young's such a perfectionist..."
He sighed deeply. Their cooled relation showed in his face and tone. He seemed to want to say more but trailed off.
"Anyway, adjust the schedule."
"...Sure."
As his footsteps faded, U Mi-young went wild.
"Slurpslurp... mmm... sir ♥"
She pulled off to whisper, face flushed, eyes glazed with lust.
"Husband-type right there... and I'm this turned on ♥ Believe my sincerity now?"
She remouthed me.
"Want your cum... deep in my throat ♥"
I leaned back, stroking her head. Electric pleasure surged each envelopment.
"Mmm... glurk glurk... tasty ♥"
Tongue lapped the whole shaft.
"Your cock... delicious ♥"
Other employees focused on work. Ordinary afternoon with keys and printers. But under my desk, lewdness continued.
"Slurp... glurk... cum inside ♥"
"In my mouth... deep throat... shoot it ♥"
Lips took me deeper. Throat clenched the head; heat built in my gut.
"Mmm... gonna cum ♥"
"Ready for your hot load ♥"
I gripped the desk, climaxing. Hot semen flooded her throat.
"Mmm... gulp... gulp..."
She swallowed, moaning satisfied.
"Delicious ♥ Your cum... so good ♥ Haa... haa."
She rose slowly, wiping lips, fixing clothes. Ahegao face snapped to sharp professional.
Then.
"Huh...?"
U Mi-young turned, voice flustered. I felt presence, turned too.
"!!!"
Gu Mirae, face beet red, frozen, staring at us alternately.
U Mi-young looked flustered briefly, then sheepish as she left. Gu Mirae stood rigid a moment, then shrugged back to her seat. Looked like she had something to say. Lips tight, she stared at her monitor unmoving. My nape prickled; all nerves on her.
How much did she see?