Chapter 26: Office Wife (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 26: Office Wife (2)
Sung Hee-na, wrapping herself around me from behind, softly grips and strokes my cock as it hangs out of my pants.
I continue shooting without giving her a reaction, but the recoil from her light stroking alone makes my aim waver, significantly slowing my fire rate.
Even though I set the simulation to Level 3, it’s a struggle just to keep up with the targets' movements.
"Focus," Sung Hee-na whispers softly, kissing my neck before stroking me more vigorously.
It’s hard to believe she was a virgin until just a few days ago, given how boldly she pleasures me with her mouth and hands. I focus on the targets. Her handjob isn't just a simple up-and-down motion; she uses a rhythmic snap of her wrist, a practiced technique that makes my cock quiver.
Her other hand glides down from my chest, tickling my skin, until she grips my shaft with both hands and begins to squeeze.
"Mmm..."
Seemingly pleased by my groan, her movements grow faster, and her lips begin to pepper my collarbone with kisses.
Her hair, draped over my shoulder as she leans forward, is itchy, but I endure it and focus on the shooting until a signal flares from my groin.
As I grimace and try to hold back the climax, Sung Hee-na notices. She tilts my cock back and rests the glans against her palm.
Spurt, splurt—!
As I ejaculate onto her warm, outstretched hand, my concentration breaks. I almost miss a target, barely hitting it just before it vanishes.
"100% accuracy. Congratulations."
Holding the steaming semen in one hand, Sung Hee-na gives me a bright smile.
"It’s thanks to your training, Hee-na."
"I didn't really do anything."
As she speaks, she quickly cups her other hand to catch the dripping fluid.
While Juna would drink every single drop as if it were precious, Hee-na is different. She’ll happily swallow if I cum in her mouth during a blowjob, but she won't eat it when she catches it in her hands.
Well, if she doesn't particularly like the taste, that’s fair.
While she cleans up with some tissues, I reload my magazines and reset the targets.
Since I haven't tucked my cock back into my pants yet, Sung Hee-na keeps stealing glances at it.
She’s acting shy even though we’ve already done everything.
Or maybe she’s embarrassed that I’m walking around so casually with it out?
I don't know... ever since I came to this world, I feel like I’ve started to enjoy the sense of liberation that comes with having my cock out.
Am I slowly turning into a pervert?
While I’m lost in thought, Sung Hee-na looks past the shooting bench and starts idly fiddling with my cock.
If you want it, just say so.
I lean in and whisper into the ear of the girl who still can't quite express her own desires.
"Hee-na."
"Yes?"
"Take off your pants and lean over the shooting bench."
At my command, she bows her head deeply. She pulls down her pants and underwear in one motion and leans over the bench as ordered.
Perhaps embarrassed to show her pussy, already glistening with vaginal fluids, she looks up at me over her shoulder before quickly averting her gaze.
Back when I went to buy a pistol, the gun shop owner had laughed and asked if I planned on using three guns.
Just as that prophetic woman said, I stand before the shooting bench with a gun in each hand and my "third gun" standing tall between my legs.
"Ahhh... it’s still so hot... and, hng, hard..."
I take aim with my crotch and slowly push inside. Sung Hee-na speaks in a voice thick with ecstasy.
Her tight, wet vaginal walls wrap around me, aligning my aim perfectly with her cervix.
I start the Level 4 program, and the targets begin to move as a thrilling hologram overlay appears.
I fire my guns, keeping up with movements far faster than Level 3, and as I thrust my hips, Sung Hee-na’s moans grow louder.
"Haah... I’m so full... Aim properly, hng, haaa-ah!"
The rounds are just sponge bullets, so they aren't dangerous, but the spent casings falling from the guns must be hot. Yet, every time a casing hits her, she writhes and squeezes my cock even harder.
"Hng, ah, you missed! You missed one... Please, focus more, ahhh, ahh!"
Even while being impaled, she has the presence of mind to tell me I missed a target.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!!
As I thrust deeper and more powerfully, Sung Hee-na loses her composure. She clings to the shooting bench for dear life and begins to scream in pleasure.
Click— click— click—
Losing my own composure, I keep pulling the triggers even after the magazines are empty. Eventually, I toss the pistols aside, grab her waist, and hammer into her.
"Hyaaa-ah! You can't, hng, ah! You have to... have to train, hng! Ah! Ugh! Hng!"
Every time my cock buries itself deep and strikes her cervix, she lets out short, sharp gasps and tosses her head.
I grab her by the neck and pull her back; she turns her head and showers me with kisses.
Our tongues tangle in the air, slick with saliva, and she bounces with a heavy thud every time I thrust.
"Urgh— I’m coming..."
"Anytime, anytime... Hwaaa-ah!"
Splurt—!
As Sung Hee-na reaches her climax, a thick stream of semen erupts from my cock, filling her narrow vagina.
Her neck still hooked in my hand, her waist twitches rhythmically. When I finally pull out and release her, she collapses weakly onto the shooting bench.
From her wide-open pussy, the milky white fluid spills out and runs down her thighs.
Whew. That was a productive training session.
She hasn't fainted, but she seems completely out of it. I lay her down on a bench, then go back to practice Level 6 with proper form before leaving the range.
When I suggest we grab a meal together, Sung Hee-na follows me with the happiest expression I’ve ever seen on her face.
Lee Ru-da, the head of the Square Garden Clan, stares at her monitor with her arms crossed, looking troubled.
On her screen is Han Yeon-woo’s profile.
From the press releases put out by Break Line to the records of him capturing Millionface, and even various gossip articles—the amount of information collected was substantial.
Uncrossing her arms, she operates the mouse to skim through the data once more, her brow furrowing.
Her younger sister, Lee Yu-na, had refused to tell even her own sister exactly what happened when she was kidnapped.
The only clues came from the interrogations of the villains, but the stories were so absurd they were hard to believe.
Millionface had actually proposed that if she were allowed to have sex with Han Yeon-woo one more time, she would hand over information on other villains.
Mountain Cat had been beaten up by Lee Ru-da after badmouthing Yu-na, complaining that she hadn't gotten a proper taste of Han Yeon-woo’s cock.
If one were to believe the reports, he hadn't done anything except get raped by the villains.
However, the gap in skill was too wide for Yu-na to have suppressed both of them on her own.
No matter how distracted they were by sex, those two villains were B-rank, and Yu-na was a hero who had only just reached C-rank.
Lee Ru-da knew her sister’s skills well; it would have been impossible for her to take down even one of them, let alone both.
It was hard to believe, but Mountain Cat had admitted out of her own mouth that she was so preoccupied with Han Yeon-woo that she was caught by Yu-na, who was pretending to be Millionface.
Ru-da knew her sister was a hard worker and talented, but the naive girl didn't have such a devious side to her.
That left only Han Yeon-woo, but it made no sense.
Subduing villains with his cock? Maybe one, but two?
Being so lost in sex that they didn't even notice an attack from behind?
Lee Ru-da had no personal experience, but she knew enough from general knowledge how easily a man’s erection could fail depending on the atmosphere.
She had heard many colleagues complain about how their partners would go limp if even the slightest thing went wrong in bed, and she’d heard stories of women considering artificial insemination because their husbands seemed intimidated by the pressure to conceive.
And yet, he maintained an erection while kidnapped? It was nonsensical.
Perhaps he had been forced with drugs, but Han Yeon-woo’s toxicology report from that time was clean.
After playing a part in capturing the villains, Han Yeon-woo had begun to distinguish himself as if he’d been waiting for the moment.
More than half of it was just tabloid fluff from Break Line, but the number of articles about him was growing. According to recent intelligence, his skills were supposedly high enough to solo a D-rank dungeon.
'He first became a hero seven months ago, then switched to office work. Now he’s in HR, but his skills are near the top of D-rank... Is this a tactic to hide a prospect?'
Lee Ru-da had seen firsthand how calculating Park Sung-jun, the leader of Break Line, could be during the Millionface incident.
He was exactly the type of man to pull such a convoluted stunt.
After a moment of thought, Ru-da picked up the phone and spoke to her secretary.
"Continue gathering information on Han Yeon-woo. Also, investigate if he can be recruited."
Hearing her secretary’s affirmation, Ru-da hung up and stared intently at Han Yeon-woo’s photo on the monitor.
It’s a refreshing morning at work.
In the morning, I went to the center for a vigorous training session with Juna—part exercise, part sex—and when I get to the clan office, Sung Hee-na is waiting for me.
Is there any other office worker like me, who gets paid a lot for doing almost nothing, has plenty of time for self-improvement, and enjoys a perfect sex life?
I honestly think my work environment is in the top 0.1%.
Except for annoying bosses like Park Sung-jun or Kim Yun-ah, of course.
I pretend to work while enjoying the reports brought by Han Ju-hee and the coffee brought by our little one, Baek Bo-min.
Even though I tell her she doesn't have to, Baek Bo-min seems to want to make an impression; she makes coffee for the staff and always brings one for me.
With subordinates who take good care of me and do their jobs well without being told, my office life is beyond satisfying.
As I’m relaxing and wondering where to go for lunch, my door suddenly swings open.
Even the department head has the manners to knock, so there was no one in the clan who would just barge into my office like this.
I wonder if it’s Park Sung-jun, but instead, a girl walks in, closes the door, and looks at me.
She’s Asian, but her skin is tanned to a healthy bronze, which looks good.
She has quite a large chest, and her body-hugging mini-dress suits her well.
Her voluminous, wavy hair looks like she just stepped out of a salon, giving her an air of luxury, and her accessories, like her earrings, look expensive at a glance.
Wait, more importantly, who are you?
As I stare at her, she looks me up and down before smirking.
She’s pretty, but that smile is incredibly rude.
It’s the kind of expression that has "looking down on others" as its default setting.
"Are you Han Yeon-woo?"
"I am. Who are you?"
I try using Mana Detection, but I feel nothing.
She’s either an incredible expert who can perfectly conceal her mana, or she’s just an ordinary person.
When I respond informally, the girl finds it amusing and giggles before giving me a flirtatious look.
"I’m Park Su-jin."
...And? Is that the end of the introduction? How am I supposed to know who you are just by your name?
"I’m Han Yeon-woo."
"Ahaha! That’s not funny, but it’s so random it’s hilarious. You’re weird, but I like your humor."
Park Su-jin continues to scan me up and down with eyes full of mockery before telling me to stand up.
Not knowing what she’s up to, I stand up, and she seems pleased, noting that I’m taller than she expected.
"Here, car keys."
I look blankly at the keys she hands me. They bear the logo of a luxury supercar brand.
Is she giving this to me as a gift?
"You’re driving from now on. Come whenever I call. We’re going to Saipan soon, so have your passport ready."
"Why would I do that?"
"What do you mean 'why'? You’re my executive secretary now."
What kind of bullshit is this?
As I continue to stare at her in confusion, Park Su-jin smiles and points to herself.
"I’m Park Su-jin."
"I know your name."
"And my dad is Park Sung-jun."
"So?"
It’s surprising that Park Sung-jun has a daughter like this—actually, looking at her personality, it makes perfect sense—but so what?
Even Park Sung-jun can't just change someone’s job title without any notice. Especially since Break Line was built with various investments; it’s not his personal clan.
"What do you mean 'so'? You must be pretty dim. My father is Park Sung-jun, and my dad is the Clan Leader. That means this clan belongs to my dad."
Actually, in terms of shares, Park Sung-jun probably owns less than 30%.
But I guess Park Su-jin thinks the title of Clan Leader means the whole place belongs to her father.
Even if the clan did belong to him, he shouldn't be able to just do whatever he wants.
"Do you understand now? You’re my dad’s employee, so you have to do what I say."
"I want to ask one thing. What’s your rank or position in the clan?"
"Me? Why would I work in a place like this? I don't have to work. My dad is the Clan Leader."
Hey, "a place like this"? Park Sung-jun would cry if he heard that.
So, to summarize: because she’s the Clan Leader’s kid, she thinks she can use the employees however she wants, even though she isn't even part of the organization?
Wow. Even the grandkids of major conglomerates wouldn't pull this kind of stunt these days for fear of the media.
I stare at Park Su-jin, who is armed with the mindset of a 1980s spoiled brat, and sit back down.
"Stop bothering me and get out."
"What? What did you just say to me?"
"I’m an HR Manager, not a personal secretary. Go get a formal transfer order from your father. Actually, since you aren't even part of the clan, I have no reason to serve you anyway."
Damn it, Park Sung-jun, if you actually ordered this, I’m going to flip.
Good work environment or not, I’ll tear this whole place down.
"Do you think you’ll be safe after talking to me like that?"
I’ll be perfectly safe. Right now, the most valuable asset in Break Line isn't a hero—it’s me.
If I said I was leaving, Park Sung-jun would come running out barefoot to stop me.
"Go find out for yourself if I’ll be safe or not. If you don't want to be forcibly kicked out, you’d better leave now."
"You...!"
The immature Park Su-jin scowls deeply and glares at me before turning on her heel and storming out.
The door slams shut with a sound like it’s about to break, and I can hear her shouting at the staff outside, asking what they’re looking at.
Wow... incredible. You really need to work on your parenting, Park Sung-jun.