Going to Work is Good 3
As lunchtime approached, a subtle buzz of excitement began to stir in the office air. Fingers paused over keyboards, replaced by murmurs of lunch plans and growling stomachs filling the space.
"Mr. Park Woojin, you've got a visitor," called out Kang from the next team over the partition, his voice laced with envy and curiosity.
"A visitor?"
"Yeah. In the lobby... whoa, she's a total knockout."
I finished up my work and stood from my desk, my enhanced hearing picking up whispers drifting from every corner of the office.
"Isn't that woman Mr. Park's wife?"
"Nah, idiot. Didn't you hear about the divorce?"
"For real? Damn, no way. So after the divorce, he's with a babe like that...?"
"Yeah, that's how it goes. Guy's got skills too."
My divorce had become juicy office gossip, spreading through the company like wildfire. Being the subject of everyone's chatter wasn't exactly pleasant. With a light sigh, I blended into the crowd of colleagues heading out for lunch and made my way to the automatic glass doors.
And there she was.
A woman in a two-piece outfit that captured the fresh sweetness of a perfectly ripe peach. Slender ankles leading to long, toned legs, a narrow waist contrasting with her voluptuous curves. An unreal beauty that seemed too perfect for this world.
The moment she spotted me, she beamed and waved. Every colleague walking with me flushed red in unison, as if on cue. Her radiance was blinding, too dazzling to stare at directly.
It was Han Areum.
"Woojin! I came!"
She pushed through the crowd, hooked her arm through mine without hesitation, and pressed her soft breasts against me. A tangy floral-citrus shampoo scent tickled my nose.
The wicked bitch who'd killed her own sister to set a trap for me was now acting like the world's most adorable lover. Of course, I could sense the hidden malice beneath her smile.
"What brings you here? Weren't you trying to kill me not long ago?"
My curt reply startled not her, but the coworkers sneaking glances at us. Han Areum just laughed even more seductively, leaning into me harder.
"Oh? Why do you think~? I came to have lunch with you and talk about... progressive things!"
"Keep showing up at my office and it'll be a problem."
My gruff tone was turning me into the villain in everyone's eyes.
"Whoa..."
"Oh my god."
Sighs echoed around us. I even caught a faint mutter of "lucky bastard."
Han Areum's presence was overwhelming. With her flawless makeup, accessories, and designer handbag, she outshone any celebrity. And here she was, glued to my side, rubbing her cheek against my shoulder.
"Is that your girlfriend, Mr. Park?" asked the quiet guy from the next team in the elevator—prodded by his boss, the curious Team Leader Choi, tapping his back.
Han Areum answered with a bright smile instead. "Not my girlfriend yet! But I'm number one on Park Woojin Deputy Manager's list!"
The dead-silent elevator erupted as all eyes turned to me. I rubbed my dry face casually. She'd come without a bra on purpose, her heavy breasts grinding against my arm the whole time. She was trembling, clearly aroused.
Then she whispered in my ear.
"I wore a pad today. Know why?"
"......"
"Because just seeing you makes my pussy juices flow uncontrollably. My panties get soaked."
The others, oblivious to our conversation, seemed to take her lewd whisper for sweet nothings.
"Cut it out."
I scolded her as we stepped out of the elevator.
"Aww~ Woojin oopaa~"
No matter if she was a villain out to kill me—acting this cute was irresistible. Looks really do matter. What kind of pleasure was she scheming to lure me into? That was my biggest question right now. She seemed to be going with a strategy of getting close to me first.
"I... I really think I'm falling for you... My womb belongs to you now."
"Your love confession's way too dirty."
"Why? Should I make it even dirtier?"
"No thanks."
"Look around. Me clinging to you like this raises your value. Think of me as your trophy~ Heehee."
"Yeah?"
On the street, I grabbed her ass hard with one hand, squeezing until it felt like it'd burst.
"Eek!"
Squelch! The juices pooled between her thighs trickled down her legs.
"Oh no... my tampon slipped out."
Han Areum reached between her legs, pulled out the soaked tampon, and dangled it in front of me. At least the cotton clump glistened with clear fluid instead of blood. Her pussy juices were so viscous they dripped plop plop onto the ground.
I panicked, glancing around to make sure no one saw. But she swung it carefree, like she had no shame.
"Wanna do it right here on the street where everyone's watching? For you... I could strip naked right now."
Her murderous intent was terrifying. She was deliberately stoking my lust. She wanted to fuck in public if that's what it took to draw out my pleasure.
"Enough, Han Areum. Are we animals? Fucking on the street like dogs? Put that tampon away—it's embarrassing."
"Hehe. Okay~ I'll do anything you say! Master!"
She latched onto my side again, rubbing her cheek once more. I could feel she'd prepared every trick to turn me on. Her calling me "Master" made my lips twitch upward slightly.
"By the way, Woojin. Remember my little sister, Han Aum? What'd you think of her? I can introduce you. If you play your cards right, we could do a threesome."
So this was her second card: Han Aum.
Killed in T-16, but alive and well here. She'd introduce me to the real-world Han Aum?
"Do I have to seduce her myself?"
"Aum... too much hassle, right? Starting from scratch with a girl."
"Obviously."
Han Areum exhaled sharply through her nose, like she'd made a decision.
"Fine! I'll set the whole table for you. Oh, remember those ballerina twins from T-16 at my house? The ones you tasted?"
How could I forget that thrill? White tutu and pink tutu—they were incredible. I still wanted to visit Han Areum's place in T-16 just for them.
"They're my cousins. Twins run in my family—cousins too. Weird, huh?"
Chattering beside me, she dove into her family history. Her cousin twins majored in ballet, even got scouted by a Russian troupe.
"I'll provide any girl you want. How's that?"
"You my pimp now?"
I felt her bite her lower lip, suppressing a flash of anger.
"Pimp? Nah~ Just gifts for you?"
"I don't like you forcing things with your real powers. That Marionette ability."
"...Hmm."
The smile faded from her face. I'd hit the mark.
"In T-16, do whatever. But here? You'd get killed by Baal's apostles. This is Baal's world. Play nice."
"Aww... you're worried about me? So touching~"
"But your pretty talk doesn't suit you. Fuck, fuck—you don't swear anymore?"
"Oh. Want me to say fuck?"
"Nah. Cheap language pack on a high-class body is imbalanced."
"Heehee. A compliment?"
"......"
As I pictured Han Aum, the twins, and a threesome, something felt off about the puzzle. For Han Areum to complete her quest, Han Aum had to be a survivor. So her being fine here didn't add up.
"Wasn't Han Aum hospitalized with some weird disease?"
"Nope?"
"Interesting."
"What is?"
"Nothing."
Lunchtime. Since we were out, I dragged her to the salad place.
"Oh! I wanted salad!"
"Shut up and eat."
"Hehehe! Okay~"
Her bright smile hardened when out of my sight. Ji Wonyeong's words came back.
- Areum's got killer acting skills. Strong bubbly image, and she photographs beautifully. I'll make her a top star and offer her to Master.
O Nangryun's too.
- Han Areum, U Mi-young—both come to T-16 once. I'll turn 'em into your pets. How dare an apostle dig a trap for you... I'll kill the bitch.
I stared at Han Areum. She blindly trusted the white-masked demon king to help her. Did she know? That enemies surrounded her on all sides.
That her pussy was destined to be my cum dump anyway.
I'd kill this arrogant villain's spirit slowly. For now, just watching Han Areum was entertaining.
"Hey. Why the grin? You like me that much?"
"Yeah. I like you. I like you a lot."
Han Areum covered her mouth with both hands and grinned wide.
# # #
At that moment, Gu Mirae sat alone in the corner by the window. She poked listlessly at her salad with her fork.
Lunch alone always left her feeling down. Their usual salad spot, where she'd always eaten with Deputy Manager Park Woojin. Since his return, he'd never once suggested lunch together.
Maybe... he hated her after that day?
I'd hate me too...
The clink of fork against bowl summoned the memory. She and her husband had nearly died to a headless monster. In their escape, her husband sacrificed Park Woojin to save themselves.
It couldn't be helped...
The guilt of leaving him to die. After that day, Gu Mirae quit drugs. They were impossible to kick, but being a hunter was a weight she couldn't bear.
The day Park Woojin returned. Learning he was alive felt like salvation.
And she remembered: the man she'd always harbored in her heart was Park Woojin.
After his return... he avoided her completely. She'd mustered courage to ask for lunch.
- Sorry, Mirae. If we eat together, my boss'll kill me.
Strange words. Sounded like resentment for abandoning him to the monster.
Then suddenly today, he'd come back as a B-rank hunter.
- What else? You ditched me, so I had to survive too, right?
From morning, guilt had her in tears.
He still resents me... Park does...
But what cruel joke was this? Park Woojin entered the salad shop with a stunning beauty.
Oh my... she's incredible... Prettier than that sister he divorced...
She'd fallen for Park Woojin on her first day. Scolding crude jokes from other employees, his manners had set her heart racing. And her lifelong virginity reacted to him. Pussy juices flowed on their own; her body craved him.
No way... I have Sexual Aversion Disorder...
Trauma from pussy sex—thinking of penetration alone triggered panic attacks. But Park Woojin was the exception. Masturbating to him was fine.
Back then, she'd thought: Is Park Woojin... my white knight who'll cure my illness?
But he was married.
Team Leader Kim's too much.
She'd fantasized office romance with him while reading novels. Marrying Ra Seunggeon, who resembled him slightly—wasn't that because of her crush?
Of course, her disorder wasn't cured. Now... it was a marriage full of regret.
Her eyes kept drifting to the woman beside the smiling Park Woojin.
"That seat should've been mine..."
Plus, she'd witnessed U Mi-young sucking his dick under his desk.
Her head throbbed; her pussy clenched in rage.
Why won't Park Woojin just love me? I showed him my feelings so much... Why? Me?
Gu Mirae ground her teeth. Fury boiled. She'd planned to divorce Ra Seunggeon after hearing of Park's divorce and confess.
But too many women wanted him. The smartest, most beautiful in the company: U Mi-young and Shin Bomi. Rumors said Shin Bomi dated him yesterday. This morning, she'd imagined his choosing her coffee first as a green light.
All for nothing. Her chest ached. Head pounded like it might split. Rage drove her mad.
That's why... I became a drug addict... and a hunter?
Gu Mirae sighed long at the needle marks on her arm. Drugs introduced by her husband. Then the "Awakening Fruit"—willing or not, eaten with him, turning hunter.
The beauty seated before Park Woojin started her vixen act.
"Hey. Why the grin? You like me that much?"
"Yeah. I like you. I like you a lot."
Gu Mirae couldn't bear his confession going not to her, but another pretty girl. Thunder crashed in her mind.
"Too cruel... too cruel... I just wanted Park Woojin Deputy Manager's love..."
Gu Mirae shot up from her seat. The words she'd screamed inwardly burst out.
All eyes turned to her. Pent-up rage exploded; her head felt ready to burst. Murmurs rose.
"Fuck... mana rampage... she's a hunter. Mana rampage!"
"Run!"
"Call it in! Hurry!"
Gu Mirae recalled the warning.
- Hunters must beware mana rampage above all. Even as hunters, the power source is unknown mana. Without regular drugs, watch for heart demons. Fall to them, and you turn demonic.
Hunter Association alert.
She felt something pop from her ass—like a pus-filled boil bursting. Pop! Something cool spurted out.
A tail??
A long black tail began swishing at her will. Then from her back—flap flap flap—ripping her blouse. Wings.
And surging rage...
"Why... won't you look at me? Why? I remembered your birthday every time... Valentine's too..."
Tail swishing under her skirt. Wings tearing her blouse. Powerful lust gripped her.
She unleashed her fury at her once-crush.
"Park Woojin!!!"
