The Team Leader's Voluptuous Rear
My left hand was shamelessly kneading the soft, plump ass of the woman sitting on the cushion in front of me. The way it slightly overflowed when pressed down looked incredibly tempting. In the middle of it all, the sudden squeeze and release wasn’t even a conscious decision—it was pure instinct.
So soft. The thought had barely formed before shock hit me like a hammer. Sexual harassment? Sexual assault? Either way, I had just committed a massive mistake.
Oh shit! A mistake…!
The moment I realized what I’d done, my mind raced faster than it ever had before. I tried to pull my hand away immediately, but before I could, Team Leader Lee Eunhye, who had been facing forward while talking, turned her head toward me and asked,
Her words snapped me back to reality. I looked at Team Leader Lee Eunhye, then turned to face the others. The rest of the team was staring at me, waiting for my answer. I acted like nothing had happened. In that brief moment, Eunhye shifted slightly, and part of my fingers slipped between her ass and the cushion, getting pinned underneath.
It was an incredibly awkward position, but I kept a perfect poker face and answered as casually as I could.
The replies came one after another from Eunhye, Jiyeong, and Assistant Manager Kim Minjeong. When I glanced at Kang Yumi, she was shaking her head, clearly having already given up. Jeonghun and Sumin, both getting drunk, had started flirting with each other again like they always did. I seemed to be the only one questioning the current situation.
I was exhausted. Should I call it a night here and head straight home? Or should I stick it out for the sake of workplace relationships?
My brain couldn’t reach a conclusion, but my left hand made the decision for me. Worried that Eunhye might notice and say something, I stayed perfectly still. Simply savoring the soft, warm sensation of her body, my mouth answered on its own.
With five women and two men, the result of a majority vote was… obvious.
In the end, it was decided we would go for a second round. The women all pulled out their phones and began searching for nearby restaurants, completely absorbed in their screens.
Since I had no interest in finding a place, I stole a glance at Eunhye on my left and focused entirely on the sensation of her ass against my left hand. It was surprisingly full and elastic—far more voluminous than it looked under her skirt. The way it filled my palm, that incredible softness… What was going on? Was she pretending not to notice? Was she waiting for me to pull my hand away? Should I remove it before she realized? Or could I keep touching it? Should I pull away? My head spun as I agonized over what to do.
In the end, I chose to maintain the status quo. I simply enjoyed the warm, cozy, and strangely erotic feeling of her ass, savoring every second of this moment.
But my lust wasn’t satisfied with just staying still. It gave an order to my left hand—slowly squeeze that delicious rear. My reason judged that the command wasn’t entirely bad. Half-consumed by sexual desire, my reason explained that it wouldn’t be too late to pull my hand away after observing her reaction. If Eunhye noticed and moved away first, we could both pretend nothing had happened and laugh it off as a brief accident.
But if I moved first to pull away, she might realize she had been sitting on my hand without knowing it, and we would both feel incredibly awkward. Therefore, I shouldn’t move first. That was what my reason concluded.
Of course, if she actually made this into an issue, the police would probably show up. I had no desire to be reported for sexual harassment or assault. Still, until that happened, I wanted to enjoy as much as I could. Whether she knew about my internal conflict or not, Eunhye suddenly leaned closer to me and showed me her phone screen.
It was a food blog listing nearby sushi restaurants. Her slender, pretty fingers scrolled up and down the screen, showing me mouth-watering photos of the dishes.
I had already been pressed tightly against her because Sumin had pushed me closer. Now that Eunhye was leaning in to show me her phone, our bodies were completely glued together. I became hyper-aware of the contact—especially since I was still gripping her ass—but when I looked at Eunhye, she showed absolutely no sign of discomfort. She acted like everything was perfectly normal.
Was this really nothing to her? Was she just drunk? Had she always been this comfortable with physical closeness? This wasn’t the image I had of her at all.
Eunhye kept talking about the menu for the second round, but none of it registered in my brain. I just pretended to follow along while focusing every ounce of attention on my left hand and her face. My thoughts were spinning so fast my head was starting to throb.
What should I do? Is this really okay? Should I pull my hand out now? I probably should, right? I need to act like nothing happened!
As I answered her, my left hand—almost as if it had a mind of its own—squeezed her ass firmly. I didn’t use all my strength, but it was definitely enough that she couldn’t possibly miss it. I began rhythmically squeezing and releasing, properly kneading her flesh.
At that exact moment, Eunhye lifted her gaze from her phone and looked up at me. Time seemed to freeze. Her clean, clear eyes met mine. Her skin was pale and flawless. She had an incredibly youthful face for her age, enhanced by light makeup. An unknown sweet fragrance drifted from her body pressed so close to mine. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might explode as I waited to hear what would come from those slightly flushed lips.
After a brief silence, Eunhye narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke.
With that, Eunhye pulled away from me slightly and continued discussing the second round with the other women. They began talking about the various restaurants they had found, debating over photos of the menus. I continued slowly massaging her ass while observing her reaction, but she showed no response whatsoever—whether she was too absorbed in the conversation, ignoring me, or genuinely unaware, I couldn’t tell.
I pretended to listen to their chatter while keeping my full attention on Eunhye, continuously groping her ass. The conversation drifted from where to go for the second round, to what to eat, to which restaurant, then veered off into stories from the previous company dinner and office gossip. The discussion kept derailing with no end in sight.
During all that time, even though I kept touching her ass, Eunhye showed zero interest. The more I realized this, the more excited I became. The thrill of the situation, my surging lust, and the alcohol spreading through my body began to overpower my reason. Now my thoughts were entirely focused on how I could touch her even more.
Greed took over. I moved my left hand to fix the awkward position. My half-trapped hand slowly dug deeper between the cushion and her body. I placed my entire palm against the softest part of her ass and began kneading it properly over her skirt. The fullness I had only felt with my fingers was now completely enveloped by my palm. The upgraded sensation satisfied me greatly.
I kept checking Eunhye’s face from the side, carefully watching her reaction. But she showed absolutely no response, making all my worries seem pointless.
Is this really… Does she already know and is allowing it? How could she not notice? Is she drunk? Even if she’s drunk, how could anyone not feel this? Besides, I’m pretty sure she mentioned before that she’s a heavy drinker. Does alcohol really dull your senses that much? None of us have ever confirmed it, so maybe she doesn’t even know herself? But she has a husband. Wouldn’t he have said something? Whatever… I guess this means it’s okay?
Having reached that conclusion, I continued moving my hand. Still, just in case, I kept watching her expression closely.
Squeeze. Knead. Squeeze.
I spent the time savoring the soft texture of her ass through her clothes. The situation of secretly touching another man’s wife—a married woman’s ass—was incredibly arousing.
Eventually, they ordered more alcohol and additional snacks. It was decided that we would skip the second round and simply stay here. We opened our sixteenth bottle of soju. Personally, this was the highest number I had ever seen in such a small gathering. For a moment, I even forgot I was touching Eunhye’s ass as I stared at the growing pile of empty bottles.
This is unreal.
Of course, since I was extremely satisfied with the current situation, I fully supported staying put. The women decided they would eat as much as they wanted, and if it got too late, they would head home without regrets once the restaurant closed.
They ordered three servings of the most popular galbi-sal and two plates of yukhoe. After a resolute toast to go all the way to the end without holding back, we settled in to enjoy the rest of the drinking session.
When I had grown somewhat accustomed to the feeling of Eunhye’s ass while listening to the conversation, my desire for more of her body naturally grew stronger. By now, I was starting to feel the alcohol hitting me too. Using the courage that came with being drunk, I became bolder.
Looking back, I still don’t know where I found the nerve. I pressed my body even closer to Eunhye—who was already glued to me—and whispered into her ear while half-embracing her.
While the women were laughing and chatting, I chose the perfect timing. I momentarily stole Eunhye’s breath and distracted her attention. Before the drunk woman could react, I moved my hand. At the same time as I spoke, I gently pushed her body so she tilted forward. As she leaned away, I slid my left hand deeper into the space beneath her raised ass, positioning it under her left cheek so my wrist wouldn’t strain. Then, with my left hand now comfortably placed, I greeted her other cheek by squeezing and releasing it, beginning to knead both sides properly.
Not only was the position more comfortable, but I could now half-embrace her even more tightly. I savored the scent of Eunhye that filled my nose while continuing to grope her ass. The full, satisfying grip in my hands was incredibly pleasing. Without pause, I kept molesting her rear, making my presence unmistakably known.
It was blatant sexual harassment by any standard, but no one was looking, and no one cared. Eunhye still showed no reaction. She was too busy talking and drinking with the people across from her. After I adjusted my posture, she continued her conversation with Kang Yumi, Assistant Manager Kim Minjeong, and Jiyeong, completely unaware that her body was being molested.
Meanwhile, Jeonghun and Sumin talked between themselves for a while before eventually standing up.
Once the two of them left, the remaining people continued their chatter. Even though Sumin’s departure had left an empty seat beside me, I didn’t want to separate from Eunhye. I stayed glued to her, half-embracing her as I continued kneading her ass, half-listening to their conversation while thoroughly enjoying the moment.
The sudden news of Jiyeong’s wedding called for another round of drinks. The conversation continued, and so did the drinking. Eunhye and the three other women were completely absorbed in their chatter, laughing and talking nonstop. I occasionally grilled a few pieces of the refilled beef for myself. My left hand never stopped kneading Eunhye’s ass. Every time I squeezed, I marveled at the fresh sensation—the elastic, marshmallow-like softness. My only complaint was that I wasn’t touching her bare skin directly.
Naturally, that unfulfilled lust created an even greater dissatisfaction. My rising desire began attacking what little reason I had left.
Ah~ I want to touch her bare skin~ I want to knead her wildly~ I want to kiss her~ I want to fuck her~
I kept these thoughts locked inside, suppressing my greed. Still, I decided to enjoy this stroke of luck as much as possible. To avoid looking strange with only my left hand down, I occasionally pulled my right arm back as well, leaning on it so no one would suspect anything.
I was thoroughly enjoying the company dinner while touching Eunhye’s ass, when suddenly, she moved.