T-16 Office Life 2
I held the wine glass and stared at Manager U Mi-young's reflection shimmering in its surface.
"Oh ho. Manager. Planning to clear the quest like this?"
I mulled over the quest again.
Betray those who trust you and plunge them into despair.
Right now, Manager U Mi-young had been fawning over me as "President" and setting up a sexual favors vibe, only to flip her stance 180 degrees.
"So Assistant Manager Park Woojin knew about the quest too? Then you must know what happens next, right?"
Killing intent leaked from Manager U Mi-young's face. She intended to kill me. That way, the first and second quests would clear simultaneously.
Corrupt pitiful souls with fear.
"You gonna kill me? Pretty bold, Manager U Mi-young. You think I'd chicken out?"
"You crazy fuck. Die!!"
Manager U Mi-young whipped her leather lash at my heart like a spike, no words wasted. Her weapon was a leather whip. It flew at me like a tentacle.
I screamed internally. 'Manager, you think you can take me on with skills that got wrecked by Shan?'
She didn't know I was the White Mask, and I had no intention of letting her in on it. In an instant, I was behind her neck. The whip she'd flung pierced the backrest of the chair I'd been sitting in.
Her eyes bulged in shock at my speed. She was gasping now, seeing me behind her.
At the same time, I struck her neck with a knife-hand strike.
Crack!
Thud.
Gurgle.
Manager U Mi-young's plan had been brilliant. She'd kicked things off with a threesome fuck with Assistant Manager Jin Sun-mi at our first meeting. Fawning "President, President" to lower my guard—that was all to create this complacency.
The old me would've followed my dick blindly and died clueless. Perfect betrayal, followed by corrupting the soul with fear. A damn fine trap.
"Manager U Mi-young, sorry I'm not the old Assistant Manager Park Woojin anymore."
I used her own whip to bind her tight while she was out. The stretchy, elastic material turned it into a bondage knot as I tied. Hmm. Not into bondage, but that's just how it ended up. For real.
Manager U Mi-young was key talent for digging up President Kim Myeon-hyeong's weaknesses and becoming Belphegor's apostle. She'd tried to kill me, but I had no plans to kill her.
I even found the dagger holster hidden in the thigh of her wine-red dress. Sharp blades concealed all over her body.
"You really came prepared to kill me."
I disarmed her completely and strung her up from the ceiling so she couldn't twitch.
The way to break her without revealing I was the White Mask... only taming her.
How much time passed?
"Ughhh..."
Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. Manager U Mi-young. Fuck, she's gorgeous. Stronger intellectual vibe than when Pu-u changed her.
I smirked. She realized she was bound, one corner of her mouth curling up. She lifted her head, scanning around. Looking for me. I stood behind her, arms crossed, watching.
"You crazy fuck. Watched too much Japanese porn? You think this binding can hold me?"
She let out a light groan, straining against the bonds. She twisted her body, but they held firm—panic clear on her face. Probably thought her superhuman strength would snap them easy.
"What? The fuck?"
Bedside chandelier light, hooked to a thick rope. Realizing the tight knots were her own whip. She winced as it bit into her skin with its elasticity.
"You motherfucker."
"Manager, watch your mouth. That's your whip—pretty tough and sturdy, right?"
I walked slowly to her front, picking up the wine glass she'd prepared and swirling it lightly.
"Mmm. Cabernet Sauvignon. Berry and oak notes with solid body. You went for the expensive stuff."
"What... are you... who the hell are you?"
She thrashed wildly, trying to meet my eyes. But her hair fell, blocking them. She puffed air from her lower lip to brush it aside. Our eyes met—she glared daggers.
"Who? Just Assistant Manager Park Woojin, the guy who worked government projects and teams with you? Drank with Department Head Choi Dong-jin too."
She shook her head slightly. The old me couldn't even look her in the face properly. Too damn pretty.
"No... you're different."
"I'm me, so why you acting like that, Manager? What's so hard about looking at that pretty face?"
I squatted to eye level. Her hair stuck to her sweaty face. I kindly peeled it away.
"Eek!"
She flinched. Goosebumps visible on her shoulders and neck.
"Assistant Manager Park... untie me now. Unless you wanna embarrass yourself at the station later..."
"Hahaha. Manager U Mi-young, it wasn't long ago you were all 'President this, President that' and now you're threatening cops? Want me to call 'em? Sure, I'll dial."
I pulled out my phone, thumbing 112.
"Speakerphone when it connects—you report it yourself."
As I hit call, she yelled desperately.
"Stop... you know what cops do here."
"Yeah. Turn survivors who break order into shells. That's their job. I... kinda wanna see you as just a shell, Manager. A powerless U Mi-young taken over by a demon... what would that look like?"
She glared like she wanted to kill me. Venom mixed with hate.
"I'll fucking kill you... Park Woojin! Ungh!"
I needed to crush her spirit.
"Try it, you bitch."
Slap!
My handprint burned red on her cheek. Her pupils shook in disbelief as she looked up, stunned.
"You... motherfucker!!"
Slap!
"U Mi-young. You're deciding how you die here. Kindly as a human, or get turned into a shell and lose your body to a demon. Which'll it be?"
"Fuck... I can't die like this!!"
"If you're gonna kill someone, be ready to die yourself."
"Spare me."
"Formal speech."
"Please spare me."
"Title."
"Please spare me, President."
"U Mi-young, you think you lost 'cause you got careless?"
She ground her teeth, nodding. She was superhuman, Belphegor's underling—not apostle power, but beyond human strength.
"Good. Then I'll give you one more shot to fight."
Her face lit up at my words. Hope of survival.
I circled behind her. She strained to turn as I vanished from sight.
"You said you'd give me a fight!!"
I admired her back view, strung up in that deep wine-red dress. Hanging there, she glowed. White panties peeking under the dark dress.
"White panties don't match a wine-red dress. Should've gone black."
I shoved the panties aside, lightly stroking her pussy.
"Hngh! You crazy fuck... you said fight."
"Right. Let me explain the rules."
I gripped the edge of her white panties and yanked.
Riiip!
Fabric tore, exposing her pussy.
"What the fuck!!"
Her sharp scream. I slowly slid my index finger inside. Hot, slick... and familiar texture. Bumpy folds stimulating my finger.
'Yeah... this pussy wall feels familiar.'
I pumped my finger in and out, then walked to her front, her glistening juices shining on my fingertip.
"One rule: whoever cums first loses."
"Wh-what?"
Her face flushed red. She got it, but it was so absurd she stuttered.
"You heard. U Mi-young, if you cum on my cock first, you lose. If I cum in your womb first, I lose."
Her face paled. She bit her lower lip till it bled.
"More details: if you beg 'Cum inside, please. More, please'—you lose. Deal?"
"I'd never say that!"
"Then you'll win. If you do, I'll untie you quietly and leave your house. Okay?"
Her face soured briefly, but one lip curled up. She spread her legs wide.
"Do your worst. Fuck."
I stripped slowly in front of her. She'd already experienced this dick in the threesome with Jin Sun-mi.
"U Mi-young, don't you remember passing out orgasming even with Jin Sun-mi ganging up?"
"Th-that was different."
"Good. Let's have fun."
I explored her insides with my fingers. Her walls writhed like alive, squeezing. I'd researched her body using Pu-u as subject. She didn't know she was Sun Wukong on Buddha's palm.
Her lithe body in bondage knots—easy to pop off if careless. Pre-cum already beading on my tip.
'Careful. Goal is taming.'
I knew all her weak spots now. Fingering her G-spot, her body clenched hard.
"Kngh!"
Before insertion, I massaged her outer lips and clit softly. My technique pushed her near blackout. Bound, she squirted. Pussy trembling, clit erect like a pinky nail.
I lightly sucked her swollen clit.
"Heeek!!"
Face beet red, half-lost in pleasure.
"Ch-cheating... use your dick..."
"Huh? Tapping out? Begging for more?"
"N-no... not that!!"
Ears red, she shook her head away.
"Then... main game starts~"
I lowered her rope slightly, bending her over the bed, ass up. I nibbled her earlobe, whispering low.
"You knew I wanted to fuck you senseless, right Manager? So pretty, jerked off to you at the office a ton."
"Ahng... no way... hng~"
Two fingers in, mashing her weak spot wildly.
"Heeek... Park... too much... main... main game, you said."
"Begging for Park's cock?"
Her eyes glazed in pleasure. She huffed expectantly, looking up.
"N-no... not that..."
"Moans are fine. Moans don't count as losing. Just don't say 'Cum inside, more please'."
Whisper in left ear—she shrugged shoulder to escape tickle. Index and middle finger danced inside.
"Ah... ahng... there~ haang~!"
She bucked her hips, chasing G-spot stim. I withdrew fingers, slowly pushing my erect cock in.
"Hrrghblrrp!!"
Beast-like groan from her hypersensitive pussy. Thrusting deep, I whispered low in her ear.
"Manager. Lives on the line. Give it your all."
Her weakness: sustained low tones in her ear. Goosebumps rose as she moaned in pleasure.
I pounded her pussy hard from the start.
"Haiit? Hng~"
"Deathmatch, Manager. I don't want you dying."
"Haaaang~~"
Her insides clenched tight.