Office Indiscretions and a Drunken Opportunity
The day the deadline loomed for the garments the sales team had commissioned from the fashion design team.
As always, the usual last-minute problems and overlooked mistakes were erupting one after another. Everyone was caught in a whirlwind of frantic activity.
I stopped by the fashion design team’s office that morning on business. The walls were plastered with work photos, the whiteboards crammed with schedules. Sample posters and promotional flyers covered every surface of the desks.
No matter how many times I saw it, the sight completely shattered any illusion of women being neat and organized. It was a chaotic cauldron worse than the D-dong Warehouse. I still marveled at how they managed to find any file they needed in that mess.
Watching them race through their projects without even glancing up, I carried the documents I’d brought over to the team leader’s partitioned cubicle where Eunhye sat.
She looked up at me with a tired smile.
“Oh, Jinsu. You’re here?”
“Yes. I received payment for that buyer request from last time. I have some details to pass along.”
“Hmm. Do I need to hear it right now? Can it wait? I’m swamped.”
“Then please let me know when you have a moment.”
“Okay. Sorry. I’ll reply on KakaoTalk when I’m free.”
“Understood.”
After that brief exchange, I circled behind Eunhye, who was frantically working her mouse and keyboard.
I neatly straightened the jumbled papers on the corner of her desk—something I’d grown used to doing—creating space before setting down the file I’d brought. Then I straightened up and scanned the office once more.
Beyond the partition, I could see Yumi and Minjeong staring holes through their monitors, fingers flying across mice and keyboards. They were so absorbed they hadn’t even noticed anyone enter. The dark shadows beneath their eyes spoke volumes about their exhaustion.
It really was the busiest time of all.
As I watched them work in that frenzied state, I turned my head toward Eunhye and realized my position was perfect.
Her L-shaped partition blocked both the view from where Yumi and Minjeong sat and from the office entrance. From where I stood, I could see both the entrance and the two women working intently.
The CCTV for the fashion design team was mounted in the corner of the ceiling. While it was in the same direction as Yumi and Minjeong from my position, the height of the partition mostly concealed me.
The angle was perfect for something naughty. I quietly unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and tapped Eunhye lightly on the shoulder to get her attention.
“Hmm? What is it?”
She whipped her head around from the screen to look at me.
For a moment her expression was pure confusion at the sudden appearance of a cock in front of her face. Then her complexion drained of all color. She glanced around frantically before her eyes returned to me.
Her lips moved in a silent “What the hell are you doing?!” as she mouthed a string of protests. I pressed a finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet, then grabbed the back of her head and guided her toward my cock.
She resisted weakly, but she couldn’t risk making any noise. Eventually she let out a resigned sigh at the cock hovering before her mouth, checked the surroundings one last time, brushed her fallen hair behind her ear, and took the glans between her lips.
Tap tap! Tap tap tap! Click! Clack! Ding! Click click!
Since I couldn’t fully remove my pants, she couldn’t swallow me to the root. Still, she worked more than half my length in and out, continuing the blowjob. It wasn’t a proper one, so the sensation was maddeningly teasing, but the thrill of doing this secretly while her colleagues worked just steps away more than made up for it.
By now Eunhye understood my goal perfectly. She knew I wanted blowjobs anywhere, anytime, without regard for location. She shot me a look that clearly said, Hurry up and finish.
I smiled and captured the sight with a photo, then switched to video, filming her face as she sucked me. I stroked her hair, savoring the moment until I was satisfied, then held her head still, pulled out, and tucked my saliva-slick cock back into my pants.
The inside of my underwear felt sticky, but after such a satisfying blowjob, I didn’t mind in the slightest. Eunhye, on the other hand, was glaring at me with a terrifying expression. I leaned her forward over the desk, stole a quick kiss, and whispered “I love you” in her ear. Her face flushed crimson.
“Just get out of here already!”
She was practically ordering me to leave.
That memorable scene had happened twice now. Both times she had deleted the photos and videos, but she still hadn’t learned how to permanently erase them. I recovered everything and kept the files safely stored alongside the others on my home computer.
Besides that, Eunhye still offered her pussy to me every lunch break. I would diligently caress and lick her until she climaxed from sex, sometimes marking her inside and satisfying my own greed.
Her sex skills had improved, but I had grown so familiar with her body that it was becoming harder and harder for me to finish. Our days were satisfying enough, yet I increasingly felt the desire to take things to the next level.
Even though we were already having sex, I wondered every day when she would finally acknowledge and accept it. On that one point she maintained an iron wall that proved almost impossible to breach.
It was the last remaining psychological barrier.
Because of that, most of my daily thoughts revolved around finding a way to break Eunhye completely. And in the middle of all that, the date for our next company dinner was set.
May brought another happy occasion besides my own good fortune.
Jiyeong, a regular member of our dinner group, had gotten married.
Her wedding took place in early May. After she and her husband returned from their European honeymoon, we scheduled a dinner to celebrate at the end of the month—about two weeks after the trip. The menu and reservation were decided.
After marriage, Jiyeong planned to start trying for a baby. That meant drinking and late-night gatherings would become difficult for a while. So we decided to have one last proper dinner before she began that journey in earnest. The planning was led enthusiastically by Jiyeong herself, who was clearly thirsty for alcohol.
Her husband knew how much she loved drinking, so he only agreed on the condition that she moderate herself this time and promised to drink only non-alcoholic beverages at the next gathering.
With permission granted, Jiyeong took charge of selecting the menu and venue. Seeing how well-off I had become both mentally and financially lately, I actively joined in and expanded the scale of the event.
When she casually mentioned wanting to try a particular omakase place, I immediately offered to treat everyone there. The women felt a little guilty about the sudden expensive menu but clearly wanted to go more than they worried about the cost, so the dinner menu was finalized.
Last time at the sushi restaurant I treated them to, I hadn’t managed to create the right atmosphere. But at an upscale restaurant like this, perhaps they wouldn’t be able to control their pace. Maybe Eunhye would let her guard down if they ate and drank heavily. With that hope in mind, I gladly reserved a table for eight.
Taemin from the production management team at the main warehouse—who had recently joined the company and grown close with us—would be participating starting with this dinner, bringing our group to eight people. The smart and capable Taemin helped balance the male-to-female ratio, and we were glad to have another person who could drive.
We all picked out a wedding gift for Jiyeong together. The atmosphere was cheerful and full of anticipation, but tension crackled between me and Eunhye.
During our usual morning and lunch kiss sessions that day, we skipped the normal kisses and sex. It was a silent declaration of my intentions for what would happen after the dinner.
I made her sit on the floor, then on the bed, and rubbed my cock and balls across her face. Unlike usual, I didn’t let her tongue touch me. Instead I forced her to breathe in my scent deeply.
It was a wordless warning: after the dinner tonight, this cock would enter your pussy and turn it into a complete mess.
Whether she understood my thoughts or not, Eunhye swallowed hard, staring at my cock with trembling eyes. She had to change her soaked panties after leaving the conference room, after leaving the warehouse, and again after wiping herself. Each time she grew so wet she needed fresh underwear.
Seeing her get this excited from so little told me she had come fully prepared mentally. I could sense that tonight our relationship would finally take one more step and become complete.
After work, we skipped the usual evening kiss time. We split the group between my car and Taemin’s and headed to the omakase restaurant.
The place only seated one party at a time. The bar-style tables had wide gaps between seats, making it impossible to subtly press close to someone. That was my mistake. Although I sat next to Eunhye, I never got the chance to lean against her naturally.
The disappointing evening continued.
Various courses arrived one after another. We also tasted several kinds of sake we had reserved in advance. What remained was to drink the soju we had brought under corkage and heat up the atmosphere.
But things refused to go as I had hoped.
Eunhye was within arm’s reach, yet the distance between us made it difficult to avoid other people’s eyes. I couldn’t risk any sneaky moves.
My plan to secretly grope her leg or ass during dinner collapsed completely. Instead, Eunhye and I both controlled our drinking carefully, waiting for the real opportunity after the meal.
While we paced ourselves, others gradually exceeded their limits and lost control. The rest of the group got swept up in the momentum. Soon everyone was heavily drunk, laughing loudly and making a ruckus.
Even Yumi, who normally didn’t like alcohol, had a flushed face and was linking arms with Minjeong. That was when I began to feel a growing sense of crisis.
Jiyeong, who always drank until she was wasted once she started, was struggling with having to moderate herself. She openly expressed how painful it was. A chill ran down my spine.
At this hard-to-get omakase restaurant, Jiyeong happily devoured delicious sashimi and desserts. She drank faster than usual, and as a result, she ended up the most intoxicated among us.
I felt regret over the current situation but focused on taking care of Eunhye, making sure she got the best dishes. At the same time, I was keeping an eye on how drunk Jeonghun-hyung was getting, so I didn’t manage to look after Jiyeong.
Whether that was fortunate or a mistake, I wasn’t sure. Either way, the time to pay for it was fast approaching.
The enjoyable omakase dinner ended late. We left the restaurant in satisfied moods.
Eunhye, thanks to her controlled drinking, was only pleasantly tipsy and chatting happily. Jiyeong, however, was completely smashed—barely able to control her mind or body—and was half-hanging off her.
It was exactly like how Jeonghun-hyung was hanging off my shoulder. Sumin shook her head at the sight of him and spoke up.
“Should we call it a night here?”
Two people were already down. Among the rest, Yumi and Minjeong were still shouting “Second round! Second round!” while arm-in-arm. They clearly weren’t in their right minds either.
If only Jeonghun-hyung had been drunk alone, we might have sent him home by taxi and continued. But with Jiyeong in that state too, we needed people to take them home.
I wanted to call her husband to come get her, but Jiyeong had mentioned he was attending his own company dinner tonight. Even if we called, he couldn’t come, and she was in no condition to talk on the phone.
It was a wonder she was even standing.
After a brief discussion, we decided to end the dinner there and began choosing who would escort whom home.
Sumin, who needed to look after her boyfriend, and Taemin—who lived in a similar direction—would go together. They would call a driver for Taemin’s car and drop her off on the way.
Eunhye and I, who lived in the same direction, would go together. Even though it was the complete opposite direction for her, we inevitably ended up taking responsibility for Jiyeong.
We couldn’t possibly leave the completely drunk Jiyeong with Yumi and Minjeong.
I loaded the Jeonghun-hyung I had been supporting into Taemin’s car. Eunhye helped Jiyeong into mine. We called a driver and chatted about the after-party that never happened.
While Yumi and Minjeong sulked about missing the second round, they caught a passing taxi and left first. The driver Taemin called arrived soon after, and Sumin’s group departed.
“Thanks for the meal today, Jinsu! Take good care of Jiyeong. See you later~”
“Yes, Sumin-noona! Get home safely! Taemin, let’s drink again next time!”
“Will do! I’m heading out! See you tomorrow!”
“Drive safely~”
After exchanging goodbyes, Taemin’s group left first. Once everyone had gone, the once-noisy parking lot fell silent.
“…….”
“…… Team Leader.”
“… Jinsu… mwah! Slurp!”
With everyone gone and the parking lot quiet, we moved behind the car to avoid any prying eyes. We began kissing, rubbing our bodies together, slowly starting the warm-up.
It was a shame I couldn’t torment Eunhye during the dinner, but our time had finally come. I decided not to dwell on what had passed.
Being responsible for Jiyeong actually worked in my favor.
The dinner had ended early, and now I had the perfect excuse of “taking care of her.” That meant I could take Eunhye to a motel and enjoy sex with her as much as I wanted.
Excited for the coming sex, I slid the hand around Eunhye’s waist down to her ass and squeezed hard. She let out a moan and twisted in my arms.
For a long while I held her tightly in a deep kiss, savoring her body scent and warmth.
She no longer resisted at all, melting completely into my embrace. I kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear.
“Hehe. Team Leader.”
“Haa… Jinsu… haa… haa…”
“How do you feel right now? Is your heart racing like mine?”
“Haa… haaa… hnng! Ahh… Jinsu…!”
“Hehe. How cute. Mwah!”
I turned her around and hugged her from behind, holding her firmly. Then I turned her head and kissed her again.
We shared the erotic, sticky kiss we couldn’t have during dinner—tongues intertwining, exchanging saliva. I held her tight with one arm while my other hand kneaded her breasts over her clothes.
Desperate to have sex, I rubbed my hardened cock against her ass. She must have been holding back too, because she let out soft moans and began gently shaking her hips.
The sight of her so lewd—a side she would never show any other man—filled me with pride. I had turned this once-modest married woman into this. We shared our secret love until the driver’s call made my phone vibrate.
Not long after, we heard someone running toward us from a distance. I gave her one last kiss on the cheek so she wouldn’t feel too awkward, then stepped out in front of the car.
I kept my hand lowered, gently stroking Eunhye’s ass over her skirt as we greeted the driver. Her body trembled slightly from the sexual frustration she couldn’t release tonight. She turned her head to look at me.
When the driver got into the driver’s seat first, Eunhye spoke.
“J-Jinsu. When other people are around… maybe you shouldn’t…”
Her face was flushed red. The lewd switch inside her had been flipped completely.
Looking into her eyes, I asked, “You’re coming with me for round two, right?”
“Haa… haa… Y-yes… I’ll go…”
“Good. Get in the car.”
“…Okay.”
I patted her ass, opened the door, and climbed into the back seat with her.
The driver must have sensed something from the way we both sat in the back instead of using the passenger seat, but he said nothing and quietly began driving.
I softly asked him to drive safely and handed over several ten-thousand-won bills. He thanked me and focused on the road ahead.
Jiyeong, me, Eunhye.
Jiyeong, whom we had loaded first, sat behind the driver’s seat. I sat in the middle, and Eunhye sat behind the passenger seat.
I pulled the embarrassed Eunhye close with one arm. Despite watching the driver, she melted into my embrace.
Had she guessed what would happen after seeing me tip the driver?
Her face burned red, but the unfamiliar situation seemed to excite her. She subtly pressed her body closer, clinging to me. I hugged her waist tightly, kissed her cheek, groped her ass, and immediately began kissing her again.
The obscene sound of mixing saliva.
Along with the embarrassing wet sounds of our kiss, Eunhye wrapped her arms around me too. We felt each other’s warmth and kissed frantically despite the driver’s presence.
I could feel the driver occasionally glancing at us through the rearview mirror, but I ignored it. Did he realize the woman I was kissing was a married woman?
Did he know she was eagerly preparing to commit adultery with another man?
Those thoughts excited me even more. I kissed Eunhye deeply, kneaded her ass, then held her as she leaned against me to catch her breath.
Only then did Eunhye realize the driver had been stealing glances at us.
Her embarrassment meter maxed out. She buried her face in my chest so the driver couldn’t see her. I calmly stroked her waist, keeping her body heated so her arousal wouldn’t cool.
I wanted to keep kissing, but the driver’s watching eyes must have bothered her. She couldn’t gather the courage. So we had no choice but to share secret affection while riding in the car.
While she kept her face buried in my chest and I held her, inhaling her scent, I noticed Jiyeong passed out beside me.
The person who had created this wonderful situation for us.
I had been looking at her with simple gratitude when I suddenly realized she was a woman too.
Jiyeong’s appearance was average. She wasn’t at Eunhye’s level of beauty, but she wasn’t ugly either.
Her breasts were the smallest in our dinner group—practically nonexistent. But in exchange, she possessed an incredibly large and beautiful ass.
While Eunhye’s figure didn’t stand out much when clothed, when Jiyeong wore skinny jeans, you couldn’t tear your eyes off her ass from behind.
She had a subtly captivating charm.
Even at the company, whenever we met for work, the urge to touch her had been strong. After we grew closer, her strangely defenseless moments made me look for an opportunity, but she always managed to slip away.
When drunk, Jiyeong had a powerful homing instinct that sent her straight home, making even light skinship difficult. Because of my entanglement with Eunhye, I hadn’t paid her any attention until now.
Yet today that same Jiyeong had become completely defenseless—a feast laid out and ready to be devoured. If Eunhye hadn’t been here, I might not have been able to hold myself back from touching her.
With that thought, the unconscious Jiyeong on the other side of Eunhye gradually began to look like a woman. I scanned her body up and down, thinking there would be another chance next time, and instead ran my hands up and down Eunhye’s waist.
At that action, a small but heated breath escaped Eunhye’s lips.
Unable to endure that tiny, seductive movement, I glanced at the driver in front and pulled the back of Eunhye’s blouse free from inside her skirt.
Whether from excitement or because she thought it was acceptable, she slightly arched her back to make it easier for me. When my hand slipped inside, her body trembled with pleasure.
Eunhye’s body that I touched and kneaded every single day.
I familiarly stroked her bare waist, occasionally grabbing and massaging her bra-covered breasts. Each time I felt her faint trembling, I would cast another lewd glance at the unconscious Jiyeong. The car eventually reached our destination.
I first withdrew my hand from her waist, got out of the car, and sent the driver on his way. Since he had seen us, it would be awkward to use him again. I also felt bad making him wait while we took Jiyeong inside, so I planned to call another driver or take a taxi later.
I moved into the driver’s seat, turned off the emergency flashers, and drove the stopped car around the side of the villa where Jiyeong lived before entering the alley.
Having picked Jiyeong up a few times before, I knew the area fairly well.
The neighborhood was near an industrial complex, so foot traffic was sparse. Even though it was the alley beside the villa, there were no passersby—only a few cars parked sporadically along the shoulder.
I wanted to drop Jiyeong off as quickly as possible and move on to round two with Eunhye, but there were quite a few cars parked near the villa entrance, so I had to park a little farther away.
I found an empty spot between the bright streetlights and parked roughly with the driver’s side against the wall.