Monday's Good 2
"Oh! Deputy Park! You should've let us know you were in!"
Jin Sun-mi's piercing voice shattered the office silence. All eyes turned to her. Pink jacket, pink miniskirt—riding so high her ass cheeks peeked out, bending over even a little would've flashed her panties. The office buzzed at her flesh-baring entrance, her skin tone outshining the fabric.
Click-clack, click-clack. She strutted in like a runway model, oblivious to disrupting everyone's work. Department Head Choi Dong-jin cleared his throat lightly, shooting her a hint, but Jin Sun-mi ignored it completely. Social cues are an intelligence thing. I guarantee it. Her eyes were locked on me alone—like a wild mare charging straight ahead.
"Didn't you miss me? If I'd known you were coming in, I'd have packed a lunch from home!"
Click-clack, click-clack. Her pink stiletto heels echoed, and the two women under my desk froze. U Mi-young had been zipping me up, but Gu Mirae? She burned with rivalry, sucking me even harder to claim U Mi-young's share too.
Slurrrrp!
"Mirae, hold on…!"
I panicked and gently pushed her head away, but Gu Mirae clung like a baby fighting for her bottle, eyes blazing with "This is mine!" possessiveness. I gave up and stroked her hair softly. With her high dependency, she was officially my personal fuckhole now.
"Deputy Park? Busy?"
Jin Sun-mi's footsteps drew closer. Disaster loomed if this kept up—everyone's ears perked toward me, most rolling their eyes in annoyance. I shoved my chair back, standing in a flash. In that split second, I tucked my dick away and zipped up. Cheers to that—S-rank mana expenditure for the speedy maneuver.
"Ah, was on a call."
I greeted her as casually as possible. Sliding the chair back in after standing, my massive frame perfectly hid the chaos under the desk.
Jin Sun-mi's opener, right in front of me: "Deputy Park, I wanna suck your cock under your desk~"
"Deputy Jin Sun-mi. That's sexual harassment."
Passing Section Chief Oh Yo-han chimed in, and Jin Sun-mi smirked. "When a pretty girl does it, it's not harassment—it's flirting. Right, Deputy Park!"
"…Yeah."
I nodded reluctantly. In looks-obsessed Korea, she wasn't wrong. Plus, Jin Sun-mi was one of mine now. Blood's thicker than water.
"See? The man himself's fine with it! Section Chief Oh Yo-han! You're married, but I'm still single! Unwed! Not married! Deputy Park just got divorced too—solo!! So solo meets solo? What's that make?"
"Mar… marriage?"
Oh Yo-han answered Jin Sun-mi's machine-gun barrage with resignation.
"No no no! NO~ Marriage is for old fogeys! Us MZ gen says it like this: Cockhouse!Fuckhouse~"
Oh Yo-han looked shell-shocked by her maniacal glare—she meant every word.
"Lately… so many girls at the office gunning for Deputy Park, it's exhausting me! Section Chief, spread the word: I'm Deputy Park's one and only cockhouse."
"Uh… th-th-that… Yeah, s-s-sorry."
Oh Yo-han fled her scorching stare. Smart move—avoid mad dogs. Good job, Section Chief!
Jin Sun-mi beamed innocently at me, eyes fixed solely on mine. I held her gaze while foot-signaling the fidgeting duo under the desk: Quiet down.
"I'm swamped with work right now. What's up?"
"Hiiiing~ Deputyyy~ Aren't my tits prettyyy?"
"Yeah… sure, pretty."
"I have a super special gift for you, Deputy!"
She bubbled like a kid, eyes sparkling with anticipation. I relaxed at her simplicity but stayed wary of this "gift."
"A gift?"
"Ta-da! Check this out!"
Jin Sun-mi spun before me. Her tight dress hugged her curves, flaunting a perfect S-line. She shrugged off the jacket, baring her ample breasts.
"How's this? Pretty today, right? I dolled up special for you, Deputy. I'm your gift—do whatever for an hour!"
"Deputy Jin Sun-mi. This is work hours. The office isn't for dating."
Team Leader Choi Dong-jin finally intervened—probably tipped off by Oh Yo-han.
"Eek! Team Leader! I… really wanna date… but Deputy Park won't bite. You're the boss—tell him for me~ Hiiing~"
She hooked arms with Choi Dong-jin, going full aegyo. Random, but it drew all eyes to her. Perfect distraction—white-eyed coworkers gawking.
I eyed the desk duo: Crawl out now and act normal back to your seats.
U Mi-young got it instantly, slipping out cat-silent, fixing her clothes, and sauntering to her desk like fetching printer paper.
Gu Mirae, though? She licked my fluids from her lips, gazing up with longing—like "More, please." I shook my head firmly. She pouted but crawled out reluctantly, returning to her seat "normally"—though her flushed face and swollen lips screamed what just happened.
"Oh, right, Team Leader! Congrats on the promotion! Me, Deputy Park, you… let's do a celebration party? My treat!"
Choi Dong-jin deemed talking to her futile but couldn't ignore her.
"If you two need to chat, use the meeting room or step outside. Everyone's slacking off. It's chaotic."
"Eek… Am I that pretty? Thanks, Team Leader!"
She twirled her skirt; Choi Dong-jin started dry-washing his face. His reddening ears meant explosion imminent.
"Deputy Jin Sun-mi. Whether you fuck Deputy Park Woojin or make love, that's adult business—not my place. But non-work talk? Take it outside, you two. Oh, meeting room's free."
"Really? Meeting room okay? Got a bed in there?"
I facepalmed. This ain't the 8th floor! Crazy woman. I grabbed her arm.
"Eek!"
Left alone, she'd tire me out. Dragging her out, she linked arms naturally, nuzzling happily.
"Team Leader~ Borrowing Deputy Park for an hour! Thanks! Thanks!"
Not thrilled for me, but coworkers? Envy, jealousy, admiration poured my way—except from Gu Mirae and U Mi-young.
Post-Kim Myeon-hyeong's downfall, Jin Sun-mi served as Secretary Seo Ji-hye's aide. Still the office's top beauty; eye contact intimidated most. Feeling this in the real world? Decent thrill.
She whispered in my ear: "Master~ Love your cockhouse lots! Eek!"
I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. Gasps echoed. Blissful Jin Sun-mi—she craved public ownership claims. I granted it, capping with a light kiss.
"Ooooh."
"Knew he was dating Jin Sun-mi… So jealous."
"Means Section Chief Shin Bo-mi got dumped? Figures, he's got game."
Divorce gossip beat this any day. But… Gu Mirae's eyes blazed fire.
Jin Sun-mi cooled her flushed cheeks with her hands, looking up. "Master… actually… President Seo Ji-hye sent me to fetch you."
"Huh? She's in today?"
"Yeah… Told me to bring Deputy Park Woojin up."
Wonder why? Seo Ji-hye now headed WJ Games. Not like her daughter Kim Gayeong—a perfect trainee. Sure, hot fuckmeat, but her core desire was greed for cash. Material-craving brains resist training. Training and brainwashing hinge on oxytocin release. Greed-soaked neurons barely produce it. Why so many CEO sociopaths. Seo Ji-hye's especially strong. Post-fuck, her "pay me" eyes irked me. Most like ex Shin Serin. Gold digger.
Thus, sole non-trained woman in my harem. Her loyalty? Fear-based. Keep the terror steady, no betrayal. Sharp business mind too—even WJ Entertainment's President Ji Won-young learned from her.
"Head to the meeting room! I'll wait in the bed room after!"
Jin Sun-mi wiggled seductively, aegyo on blast. Didn't know she was this chatty. One head bonk and it'd echo thunk… but airhead charm's peak cuteness.
I left her, opening the meeting room door. Long tables end-to-end, chairs lining both sides. Entering, all eyes hit me. Some half-lifted asses—expecting Seo Ji-hye.
A man scowled, sitting. No Seo Ji-hye; execs filled seats. Knew CTO and CFO faces; others new.
Shareholders?
A red-faced, white-haired geezer pointed at me. "Who the fuck're you? Grab drinks while you're here. Thirsty. Call people, at least prep snacks… What kinda shitshow…"
I stared him down. Not C-rank… What old fart's connection to this company?
"What? Move your ass already."
He mistook my pause for dawdling. O? Classic TV drama beat—me fetching submissively, then Seo Ji-hye bursts in "Chairman!" twist. Hate those melodramas.
I grinned at him. "Shove it up your ass. Before you croak from old age and I gotta yank your dentures to skull-fuck you quiet—sit the fuck down."
"Deputy Park Woojin! Even if you're a famous hunter… this is a company. You're just a deputy, we pay you salary without making you clock in to boost our image… This insolence? Respect your elders!"
CFO beside him scolded. My name echoed; murmurs rose. TV watchers'd know me.
"Demon hunter Park Woojin."
"Ah… Deputy Park Woojin?"
Buzz spread.
"Hunter means you can shit wherever, you cocky prick? No parents? Get out!"
The geezer hearing my curse revved up.
(This is a backup of the previous version.)
