I'm Screwed — Office Rumors Start Spreading

In the end, I didn't sleep a wink.

This is insane. How the hell could something this unreal actually happen?

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Han Jieun fed me…

And she did it while wearing that slutty casual outfit, putting the food right into my mouth with her own hands?

The secret, sweet scent of soap that had clung to her skin still seemed to linger at the tip of my nose, making every nerve in my body tingle.

Excitement, tension, and a strange anticipation I'd never felt once in my entire life made my heart hammer like it was about to explode.

A little past six in the morning, having stayed up the whole night with my eyes wide open, I headed straight to the office.

There was no point lying around at home; sleep wasn't coming either way.

My head was filled with nothing but the image of Assistant Manager Jieun from last night.

I was going out of my mind wanting to confirm with my own eyes whether that had been real, or just some sweet dream I'd finally gone crazy enough to invent.

I paced the empty office, checking the clock, but it still looked like a long wait before Han Jieun would even show up.

"Nothing to do anyway. Might as well take a proper look at that app."

I sat at my desk, powered on my phone, and tapped the familiar icon with the shimmering violet eyes.

The app opened exactly like yesterday—blank input field, blinking cursor.

But when I examined it more carefully, I spotted something I hadn't noticed before: a tiny, glittering exclamation mark (!) tucked into the bottom corner of the screen.

"What's this now?"

Curious, I gave the mark a light tap. Red text bloomed across the display, followed by a cascade of new information.

"…You're kidding me. It has functions like this too?"

My eyes went wide as I stared at the screen.

It meant I could freely peek at the filthy secrets buried deepest in the hearts of women who put up iron walls on the surface.

And what really seized my attention was the bizarre restriction under item two.

Commands only work if they suit their sexual preferences…?

In other words, brainless third-rate orders like "Sleep with me" wouldn't land.

"So I have to figure out the target's kinks first, then issue a command that fits them? Looks like I'll actually have to use my head a little."

I grumbled that it sounded difficult, but far from disappointed, a thrilling chill and a strange hunger for control began to boil up from deep in my chest.

"If I'm going to mold that picky, arrogant Assistant Manager Han Jieun however I want…"

I swallowed hard and glared at the phone screen.

"Then first I have to dig out whatever cheap, bottom-feeder fetish she's been hiding, right?"

Just imagining what kind of perverted leanings that woman—who strutted around like a knife-edged career woman—might be concealing underneath made my lower half heat up with a sharp tingle.

Suddenly yesterday's ordinary command came back to me.

Right. This isn't some crude gadget that just swaps out memories for fakes.

I remembered the look in Jieun's eyes while she gently fed me last night.

She still knew perfectly well that she was Han Jieun and that I was her subordinate.

The app had simply smashed, for a moment, the bolt of "social common sense" and "reason" that used to let her treat me like dirt.

Not memory manipulation… common sense alteration.

So if, just like item two said, I twisted her common sense by stimulating those tightly hidden deviant tastes of hers… how far would she fall?

I could strip that high-and-mighty mask clean off and force her to her knees under me.

"What the hell was going through whoever made this app for the features to be this deranged?"

A strange unease, stronger than joy, began to crawl into a corner of my chest.

"What if I mess this up and it ruins my whole life?"

"If I somehow get reported… what then?"

Anxious, I reopened the text link I'd downloaded from yesterday, but all I got was a notice that the address no longer existed. Zero information.

Even the link had evaporated. Maybe… the app sitting on my phone right now was the only dangerous privilege that belonged solely to me.

Fear made me hover my finger over the delete button, but the second the sweet taste of the food Jieun had fed me and the scent of her skin brushed through my mind, I couldn't bring myself to erase it.

…Fuck, why would I delete this?

Who was the one getting squeezed dry every day under Assistant Manager Han Jieun, not even treated like a person? This is a chance heaven handed me.

The electric memory of that haughty ice queen pressing her chest right up against me while sweetly feeding me made the space between my legs grow heavy and hot all over again.

If this ridiculous power is real…

Han Jieun, completely stripping that pure-and-noble mask off you and making you kneel at my feet isn't just a dream.

I was still staring blankly at the phone screen, sunk deep in thought, when—

Thok! Thok!

A dull rapping on my desk was followed by a stream of irritated nagging from above.

"Seo Minwoo, you're in early today for once?"

Jieun tapped my desk once more, frowning.

"But the second you sit down it's phone time? Did you come to the office to play?"

"Huk…! A-Assistant Manager."

I jerked my head up in shock.

The teasing casual clothes that had driven me crazy yesterday were nowhere to be found.

Instead, Han Jieun stood there in a flawless, perfectly put-together office look, staring me down with ice-cold eyes.

Her face was still celebrity-level beautiful, but those eyes were exactly the same as the ones that had publicly executed me yesterday.

"I thought you'd finally gotten your head on straight and started working, but I guess I was wrong."

Jieun crossed her arms and snorted as if I were pathetic.

"Did you finish the proposal I assigned yesterday?"

"Hoping for quality that actually opens my eyes from your skill level is probably too much to ask."

The way she went straight for the proposal the moment she arrived, without even giving me room to breathe, left me truly unable to process anything.

Yesterday's gentleness was gone without a trace; she was back to her usual demon of a mentor.

"Ah… y-yes. I finished it."

"Then bring it to my desk."

Watching her turn on her heel with that chilly air, I deflated in an instant.

Figures. At the office she's still the same knife-edged demon mentor.

Right on cue, other employees began filtering in one by one.

They glanced at me already getting chewed out by Jieun first thing in the morning and quietly averted their eyes.

Getting wrecked by Assistant Manager Jieun again first thing. Tough break, man.

Their faces were full of pity.

I walked over to Jieun's desk with the pitifully revised proposal stack and handed it over.

She took the papers, furrowed her brow hard, and scanned them for a long while.

In the sharp silence my heart pounded.

"Hmm… there are a few parts I don't like, but I suppose this is good enough to let slide this time."

Jieun finally looked up from the documents and, for once, nodded without a fight.

"Ah, thank god…"

My chest had barely started to settle when she lifted her chin arrogantly and sharpened her gaze again.

"Right. Then have you finished next week's marketing work report?"

Just as I was about to sigh in relief, lightning out of a clear sky dropped from her mouth.

"Huh? Ah… was there something like that?"

The endless work pressure made a stupid answer slip out before I could stop it.

In an instant Jieun's brow twisted ugly.

"What? I've been telling you since last week—how many times—and you still haven't done it?"

A shout thick with irritation exploded in every direction.

Without the slightest regard for the coworkers watching, Jieun launched into a long rant that bordered on character assassination right in front of everyone.

"There's not a single thing I like about you, Minwoo. Did you come to the company to hang out?"

"With work sense that bad, how do you even plan to survive in society?"

My face burned under the barrage of abuse, and hot rage surged in my chest.

…Fine. Just wait, Han Jieun.

Listening to the nagging dig into my ears, the suppressed desire for revenge and conquest inside me slowly reared its head again.

I actually thought about deleting the app this morning because I was scared. I must've been out of my mind.

Go ahead and keep acting that high and mighty till the end, Han Jieun.

I'll use the app to completely crush that precious pride of yours and make you kneel at my feet.

While I clenched my teeth and sharpened my blade inside, Jieun slammed the documents on the desk and barked.

"What are you doing?! Get back there and write it already! How long are you going to stand there gawking and wasting my time?!"

"Ah… y-yes! Understood!"

I bowed my head like a chastened dog and trudged back to my seat.

But behind me I clearly heard Jieun clicking her tongue in open disgust, loud enough for me to catch every word.

"Haa, when is he ever going to pull his own weight… nothing about him is ever right, honestly."

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The massive thing hidden between my legs began to harden and heat again with a mix of rage and excitement.

The entire time I sat at my desk pretending to work on the report, my head was filled with nothing but ways to properly punish that insolent Han Jieun.

"Right. First I use the app to find out that bitch's sexual preferences."

"Once I've got her weakness, I drive in a real command."

I swallowed hard and shot a glance toward Jieun's desk.

Luckily she was staring holes through her monitor, typing away at something.

"Now."

I carefully angled my smartphone so only the camera lens peeked over the partition, then tapped the screen aimed at Jieun's face.

Click!

The dull shutter sound shattered the quiet and made my heart drop.

At the noise, Jieun snapped her head around and looked straight at me.

"…!"

I yanked the phone under the desk like I'd seen a ghost.

Cold sweat ran down my back; my heart hammered out of control.

After holding my breath for a few seconds I carefully looked up. Fortunately Jieun had already turned back to her monitor and was writing again.

"Huu… she didn't see it."

I exhaled a long sigh of relief and, with shaking hands, looked at the phone screen.

There, burned in clear red letters, was the shocking sexual preference the app had scanned from Jieun.

"Whoa… holy shit. Is she actually insane?"

My mouth fell open at the screen.

The queen who holds her neck so high at the office and tries to dominate everyone else.

The real core under that haughty shell was a hardcore pervert starving for rough domination.

Just thinking about exposing the filthy secret buried at Jieun's bottom made the thing in my pants swell so hard it felt ready to burst.

My heart pounded wildly; my head filled with images of pinning that arrogant assistant manager to a bed and taking her however I wanted.

Now that I knew her deviant tastes, the level of the fantasy skyrocketed out of control.

"What are you talking about? Clothes off. Now."

"Minwoo, please… please don't…"

Han Jieun, tears welling in those once-haughty eyes, begging.

But I already knew every ugly desire inside her.

"Don't lie. Deep down you want a man to pin you down and handle you rough, don't you?"

"Acting pure on the outside while you're more in heat than anyone."

"Ah, n-no…! Th-that's…!"

Jieun's face went white the instant her absolute secret was exposed.

"If you don't want rumors flying, strip with your own hands right now."

"Or should I tear you apart the way you actually like it?"

Under my ice-cold threat, Jieun finally burst into tears and started undoing her own shirt buttons.

She wanted to refuse, but the shame of having her weakness seized and a secret excitement already ruled her body.

When the skirt and underwear came off too, the pale, voluptuous body revealed was dazzlingly beautiful.

Jieun dropped to her knees, barely covering her private places with the scraps of fabric left, and begged.

"Minwoo, don't do this… I'm sorry. I'll apologize for everything, okay?"

"Haa, uugh… Minwoo, please, I'll apologize… it was all my fault…"

"Shut up. Crawl over here and open your mouth."

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Even while her lips trembled with humiliation, Jieun completely lost the initiative and crawled toward me on all fours.

And at last she willingly took my massively swollen cock between those small, pretty lips herself.

"Ghk, guk…! Min… woo… I'm… sorry…"

With something that huge buried deep in her throat, I could barely make out the words.

Han Jieun, face a mess of tears and drool, desperately trying to breathe while watching my every reaction.

I grabbed her hair without mercy.

Then drove myself all the way into the back of her throat in one rough thrust.

"Urghk…! Eub, eub!"

The sensation hit its limit and exploded.

I pumped thick, hot cum straight down Jieun's throat without holding back.

The sight of her choking, unable to swallow everything I gave her, white liquid dripping messily from those red lips and down her chin…

"Haa… just imagining it is enough to drive me crazy."

Right on cue, my stomach let out a perfectly timed growl.

Having skipped breakfast, my belly-clock had finally sounded the alarm.

…Ah, right. I still haven't eaten a thing.

The exact moment I was trying to soothe my rumbling stomach, a familiar shadow fell across my desk.

Sure enough, it was Assistant Manager Han Jieun.

"What's wrong with you, Minwoo? I told you yesterday—what exactly are you trying to pull?"

"You're seriously pissing me off."

"Huh? What…"

Jieun stood with her arms crossed, glaring down at me fiercely.

But her eyes were flickering with something restless.

"Hurry up and come out. We're going to eat."

…Here it comes.

The way she reacted like a ghost the second my stomach growled sent a delicious thrill through my brain.

Proof that the common-sense alteration I'd planted yesterday was working perfectly even inside the company.

But the pleasure lasted only a second before a cold sweat slid down my spine.

Wait—if we go out and eat right now in broad daylight… doesn't that mean Assistant Manager Jieun is going to feed me in front of everyone?

Dread and mortifying embarrassment already flooded in.

I waved my hands desperately.

"Assistant Manager, I'm really fine… just go eat by yourself."

"What are you even saying? If I tell you to eat, you eat. Who do you think you're talking back to?"

"Hurry up and follow me!"

There was no way to break the stubbornness of a Han Jieun whose common sense had already been flipped.

Dragged out by her relentless urging, we ended up at a fairly famous pasta restaurant near the office.

It was lunch hour; the place was packed with office workers.

"Two pastas, please."

Jieun ordered smoothly, clearly familiar with the place.

Trying to avoid the surrounding eyes, I carefully started to sit across from her.

Her brow immediately crumpled.

"Seo Minwoo, what's been wrong with you since yesterday? Why would you sit across from me?"

"Get over here next to me right now!"

"No… Assistant Manager, this is near the company, there are a lot of people, people are watching…"

"What do you mean people are watching? Stop talking nonsense and get over here!"

Any more resistance and she looked ready to throw a full-blown hysterical fit in the middle of the restaurant, so I had no choice but to sit beside her while nervously reading the room.

After what felt like forever, steaming plates of pasta landed on the table.

Jieun naturally twirled the pasta on her own plate around her fork… and then brought it straight to my mouth.

"Here. Say ahh."

Her sudden move of trying to feed me like a kindergarten kid made the eyes of every office worker eating at the nearby tables swing toward us.

"Ah, Assistant Manager… please, seriously…"

"Come on, what are you doing? Hurry up and open your mouth. I can't eat until you do!"

Under her urging my face turned so red it felt ready to explode; I had no choice but to open my mouth and accept the pasta.

The stares of the surrounding employees were so sharp they felt like they were piercing my skin.

Ugh, I can't even tell if this is going in my mouth or my nose…

Meanwhile the woman who had just publicly executed me looked completely unbothered as she finally brought her own pasta to her lips.

Those moist red lips slowly parted.

Noodles coated in red tomato sauce slid between them.

Slurp—.

The blatant sound of the noodles being sucked in made me swallow dryly.

…I'm going crazy. This is the same superior who used to look like she couldn't wait to eat me alive.

Why did those lips chewing with bright red sauce look so sexy right now?

It's a completely different face from when she shoots me with those venomous eyes. Why does she look so… pretty?

The filthy scene I'd vividly imagined back at the office flashed through my head again.

Jieun choking and crying with my massive cock buried to the back of her throat.

Over the lips swallowing noodles, the lewd shape of that fantasy mouth kept overlapping.

My pants felt ready to burst; I couldn't even sit up straight.

Meanwhile Jieun, worried sauce might drip and ruin my clothes, carefully rolled more noodles and kept slipping them into my mouth.

"Here, you got some on you. Stay still."

At the end she even pulled out a soft tissue and gently wiped the corner of my mouth.

"Ah, I'm full. We finished, so should we go?"

"Ah… y-yes. Thank you for the meal."

"Okay, then you go in first, Minwoo. I'll grab a coffee downstairs and come up."

Mortified beyond endurance, I bolted toward the company building the second I answered.

But the moment I stepped into the lobby, I felt a strange, buzzing atmosphere.

The whispers coming from every direction made cold sweat pour down my back.

I'm screwed. Whether it's hazing or dating rumors, if this keeps up both Han Jieun and I are going to get completely buried at the company.

I'd planned to secretly train Jieun into my personal toy and milk that sweet life for all it was worth—not become the official office spectacle.

I frantically pulled out my smartphone and opened the app screen.

I had to cancel this insane command somehow, immediately.

But no matter how hard I searched the interface, there was no cancel button.

Instead, at the very bottom of the screen, a terrifying warning in tiny print finally caught my eye.

Thud.

My mind went pure white. My heart plummeted straight to the floor.

A command once given could never be taken back—the ironclad rule of no returns.

That was the most fatal, and most terrifying, poison clause this domination app carried.