The Kind Miss Hana (1)
Kind Miss Hana was popular with everyone at the 51st Branch, men and women alike. People loved that unfailing kindness of hers—the way she always offered a pretty smile without a hint of discrimination, and how she tried her hardest to help whoever needed it.
Even during her mere month of rookie training, she received no shortage of confessions from seniors and peers. From both men and women, no less. Every time, she would wear a truly awkward expression and refuse with an apology. But she was so genuinely kind that no one ever held a grudge over being turned down.
After completing her training, Park Hana stayed on at the 51st Branch and began her life in the organization. Kind, and good at her work on top of it—people came to trust and follow her all the more.
"Hana!"
The seniors never called her casually. They always used the respectful "Miss Hana."
"Yes, Senior!"
Those eyes that curved so prettily when she smiled were endlessly charming. More than a few men got rock-hard just watching her large breasts bounce up and down whenever she stood from her seat. They would roughly stroke themselves while imagining sucking on those soft mounds of flesh. …That kind, pretty Miss Hana was frequent masturbation material for the majority of the men—and a tiny handful of the women.
"Someone's here looking for you."
"Ah, yes!"
Kind Miss Hana assumed, up to that moment, that it was simply a senior from another department. Dressed sharp as a career woman, she click-clacked out of the section and rounded the corner. Her gaze went first to the back of someone standing with their back turned. She glanced around briefly, decided this must be the person who had called for her, and spoke up.
"Um… did you call for me?"
The man turned around slowly. For just a moment, the smile that always sat on Miss Hana's lips vanished. The man's looks, as he turned, were simply too far beyond anything she had imagined.
"Ah, hello. Senior."
Kind Miss Hana quickly bowed in greeting to paper over the situation. There was no one junior to her right now, and she had never seen this man among her peers, so he had to be at least her senior.
"232nd batch, Park Hana—is that right?"
"Yes, that's me."
"224th batch, Lee Kang-jun. Do you have a moment to talk…?"
"Talk? About what?"
"Not something we can do simply here…."
Ahh. Miss Hana quickly smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The flustered look from a moment ago was gone without a trace, and Kind Miss Hana was back.
"Then please, follow me."
She took the lead. And where he couldn't see, she clasped both hands over her lower belly and clenched and unclenched them. She was a little more tense than usual—unlike her.
The two of them soon entered the break room. She asked what kind of coffee he wanted. Kang-jun said he would have the same as her. She quickly mixed two cups of instant coffee and set one in front of him, one in front of herself.
Kind Miss Hana's pretty smile was on full display once again.
"What did you want to talk about…."
"Ah, this is who I am."
As he spoke, Kang-jun pulled out a business card and held it out to her. Miss Hana's large eyes skimmed over the card. Team Leader Lee Kang-jun. She read it inwardly and looked back up at him.
"The Labyrinth… Team?"
"Yes. Labyrinth Team."
"Why are you suddenly giving this to me…."
"I received a recommendation. Ah, please don't ask who. That's classified."
Ah, classified…. Miss Hana instantly shelved the urge to ask. Still a brand-new rookie, the mere mention of organizational secrets made her a little afraid for no good reason.
"I only just finished training…?"
She had already heard until her ears rang, during training, what kind of place the Labyrinth was. That you needed to be at least around level 100 just to be treated like a person in a Rank 3 Labyrinth. She hadn't even reached that neighborhood yet, so she had assumed she had no connection to the Labyrinth Team for the time being.
"We usually bring talented people in early and raise them. This is the same thing."
Still, being called talented felt pretty good. The truth was, she had never really been treated as someone with any particular gift.
"But I'm not that talented…?"
"That's not something we can decide here. Stats matter, but they're not everything. The person who recommended you must have seen some other potential in you, Miss Hana."
"Ah, I see."
Every time Park Hana briefly lowered her gaze, Kang-jun stole a look at her large breasts. That weapon of mass destruction was still going strong.
"I'm not asking you to decide here and now. Think it over carefully. …You might find me a little hard to trust, so if you have time later, feel free to visit the 41st Branch and look into who I am. It's a bit embarrassing to say it myself."
"Yes, I understand."
The conversation showed signs of wrapping up.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Hana. I look forward to seeing you again."
"The pleasure was all mine."
They stood and shook hands. Watching him smile so good-naturedly, her cheeks flushed hot.
Kang-jun left soon after, and she returned to her seat. Her mind was blank for a moment. What just happened.
"Miss Hana? What's going on?"
"Hm? Ah, it was nothing."
"Why, what is it? Your face says otherwise."
"No, it's really nothing."
Kind Miss Hana neatly sent the senior who was fishing for conversation on his way. Then she tried to force herself to focus on work. But Kang-jun's face kept rising in her mind. …She waited impatiently for the workday to end.
The five o'clock bell rang right on time. Everyone rose as if they had been waiting for it, tidying their desks.
"Good work, everyone! You too, Miss Hana!"
"Thank you for your hard work."
"Miss Hana, any plans tonight?"
"Ah, I'm sorry. I have something a little urgent today…."
"No, no. …Then next time, clink, one drink?"
The senior made a tongue-clicking sound and mimed knocking back a glass.
"Yes. …I'll be heading out, then."
The clingy senior watched her retreating figure up and down with regretful eyes. Damn it, playing hard to get…. He immediately turned his interest to another junior woman.
Kind Miss Hana click-clacked at a quick pace toward the front desk. A female peer from the same batch happened to be on duty. Oh my, Unnie. The moment the peer saw Miss Hana, she greeted her warmly.
"Amy. I have a favor to ask…."
"A favor?"
"Yeah."
The desk clerk had never heard the word "favor" from Miss Hana before. She nodded at once, saying of course.
"224th batch, Lee Kang-jun. Can you print his profile for me?"
"224th batch Lee Kang-jun?"
"Yeah… is that okay?"
Pulling someone else's information without permission was, of course, illegal. Naturally, what you could pull from the front desk was limited. A "profile" was extremely simple.
…In truth, the desk staff routinely opened organization members' info just to gawk at who was pretty or handsome. Comparing the good-looking ones was basically the female clerks' main hobby.
Naturally, 41st Branch 224th batch Lee Kang-jun was already a star among the desk staff. The moment she heard the name, the clerk knew exactly who it was. How many times had she worn that photo out staring at it today alone. Future husband material lol, she would mutter.
"It's a little risky…."
"Is it completely impossible…?"
"Not completely impossible… but why?"
The clerk felt a vague anxiety, as if her boyfriend were being stolen. Why suddenly ask for Lee Kang-jun's profile.
"I met him briefly for work. He told me to look into who he is."
"Ah, is that so? …Alright. Printing's a bit hard, though—I'll write it down for you."
"Would you? Thank you so much."
"It's nothing. It's Unnie's request."
She had practically memorized Lee Kang-jun's profile anyway. The truly important details were omitted entirely, so she didn't even know if they existed. Just simple notes on which batch he was, where he was assigned, and what he did. Front desk info stopped right there. Anything more detailed required access to headquarters servers, and that was genuinely dangerous. Accessing without permission wasn't something you got off with a simple scolding.
Kind Miss Hana was a little disappointed by how sparse the contents were. Is that all? she asked, and the clerk said yes, that was all.
"The info here isn't that detailed. It only shows the bare minimum."
"Really? …Got it. Thanks, Amy. See you later."
"Yes, Unnie."
Miss Hana walked toward her room reading the notes the clerk had written. …Age, twenty-two this year? Three years younger than me. 224th batch, Labyrinth Team….
Kind Miss Hana kindly returned every greeting from the people she passed. Her smile was charming, almost magical. No one dared imagine how drastically she would change the moment she stepped through her door.
The instant she returned to her room and shut the door, she stripped off her clothes. Her breath was hot. Holding it in since earlier had been quite the ordeal.
"Cock, I want to suck cock. Ahhng, Kang-jun. Unnie's, Unnie's pussy. Lick Unnie's pussy. Haaang. Kang-jun, Unnie's pussy!"
Miss Hana lay on the bed and roughly pistoned her middle and ring fingers. She pinched and twisted her nipples. Hweeeuk. A sharp cry burst out as her neck arched back. …But this wasn't enough. She needed something bigger, thicker, to dig deep inside.
Something as grotesque as a proper dildo could never be allowed in Kind Miss Hana's room. Instead she pulled out a cosmetic bottle roughly the size and shape of a man's cock. The same one she had used just yesterday.
"Haang, haaang, Unnie's pussy, Unnie's pussy, how is it, Kang-jun. Hmmng, you like pussy? Kang-jun, Kang-jun likes Unnie's pussy, right?"
She thrust like a madwoman. But even that wasn't enough, so Miss Hana put on a mask and opened a random video chat. Someone connected almost immediately. Man or woman, it didn't matter. As long as they could see.
"Haaang, Unnie's pussy. Fuck Unnie's pussy. Ang, haaang."
Sounds she would never make in front of anyone spilled out from behind the mask of anonymity. The other person pulled out their cock and stroked it.
After a massive climax, Park Hana closed the video app. Then she went into the shower and washed her sweat-soaked body. …She kept thinking of Kang-jun.
It had been fine when he was writing it—shove in a total pervert girl and wreck her thoroughly, lol. It was smut, after all. Even if the plot was pure trash where the protagonist just pounded away until her perverted side quieted down a little, as long as it was hot, the readers loved it.
But once it became reality, Kang-jun found himself hesitating. This girl's perversion was far more intense than he had expected. The problem was that he had cranked that tendency way up because he wanted to give her more stimulation. She even had a touch of timid, loser-ish temperament mixed in. If her talent as a Guard hadn't been outstanding, he might not have bothered with her at all.
In the novel, her pervert résumé was quite colorful. Random chat masturbation was practically daily routine, and she had even sold used panties and bras stained with her own spit or piss. On top of that, she freely scrawled her twisted lust on anonymous boards, and frequently posted naked photos of herself asking for ratings. Once—just once—she had even gone out to the playground naked late at night. …Her exhibitionism and voyeurism ran extremely deep.
Kang-jun had set Park Hana's family as extremely strict. He wanted that rigid household atmosphere to twist her perverted tendencies even further.
And what was born from that was none other than Kind Miss Hana.
She crafted that mask and put it on, crossing back and forth across the boundary. Now she could give up neither of the two worlds. The world of Kind Miss Hana who deceived others, and the world of the real Park Hana who revealed her true self. …Strangely, the pleasures from those two fused together and became something greater. Metaphorically speaking, one plus one didn't make two—it made three.
As if the coupon-hoarding Kang-jun was just going to sit there and watch.
Ah, shit! Kang-jun flinched a little. The excuse came out naturally.