Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: At My Office Superior's House
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3 PM. The time when anyone with a desk job starts feeling a bit tired.
After wrapping up a meeting that had dragged on for about an hour, Han Yu-ra placed her palm over her pounding chest.
'What's going on?'
For some reason, she felt unusually upbeat today, her body running hot. She'd thought her flushed face after lunch was just fatigue, but that wasn't it.
She absentmindedly reached out, but the coffee Lee Seong-han had given her earlier was already gone. Normally, there'd still be a couple sips left, but it had tasted so strangely good that she'd polished it off in less than thirty minutes.
'Seong-han-ssi is surprisingly thoughtful.'
It was just a simple cup of coffee, but it put her in a good mood anyway. The way he casually handed it only to her made her feel like she was getting special treatment.
On top of that, unlike the other male employees who fawned over her, he was always polite and courteous. If he stuck it out for the full three months and met the conditions, she planned to offer him a contract position.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, a tingling sensation rippled through her lower abdomen. At the same time, the space between her legs burned hot.
"Su-yeon-ssi, I need to use the restroom."
"Sure."
Her subordinate nearby was staring at her monitor with a similarly drowsy expression. Han Yu-ra hurried into an empty stall and pulled down her skirt.
"Eut...?"
The moment she tugged her panties down too, something sticky stretched between her thighs. She stared down blankly.
"Wh-what's... happening to me...?"
She touched it to confirm. Love juices from her pussy had soaked half her panties.
"Ahk!"
Her fingertip grazed her labia, sending shivers up her spine and a shameful moan slipping from her lips before she could stop it.
'Th-this is the office...!'
Embarrassment? Guilt? Those lasted only a moment. Her clit, already hardened and exposed, was swollen bright red. Despite her mind reeling, her hand moved first.
"Ah, aaah...!"
One hand wasn't enough. Naturally, she slipped her left index finger gently into her pussy.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-
"Hee-heek♡"
It felt like her womb was bubbling over. Her right hand frantically rubbed her clit while two fingers plunged deep into her pussy, splashing fluids everywhere.
'N-noise... I have to stay quiet...!'
She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.
Why was this happening today? Her body moved on its own as if it were the most natural thing. The fact that she could even think amid her surging lust only confused her more.
Maybe she'd been skimping on masturbation lately and built up too much frustration? Or had she eaten something bad?
She'd just had a normal lunch and one cup of coffee. As that thought crossed her mind amid the arousal, the face of the man who'd given her the coffee flashed in her head.
'...Seong-han-ssi's coffee was delicious.'
Unlike the other guys, he was always quietly diligent. He had a good build, too, and handsome features.
"Kyaa-heuk...?!"
At that moment, her vaginal walls clenched around her fingers like they might snap them, trembling violently. Even then, the tip of her thrusting finger bumped into a bumpy spot deep inside.
"Haaahaaaang♡"
Squirt! Splish-splish-squirt!
A lewd cry escaped through her lips as her pussy squirted like a water gun.
"Heuk, heuk..."
Masturbating to thoughts of Lee Seong-han and climaxing so spectacularly? It was absurd. Even with her tongue lolling out and eyes half-rolled back, Han Yu-ra sensed something was off.
But her body was honest—her hands were drenched in her own juices. Her erect clit twitched like it'd been shocked.
"Huat..."
Even as she pulled her fingers out, the writhing walls gave her a light multi-orgasm. Only then did her throbbing lower abdomen finally stop spasming and settle.
'...I-I've lost my mind!'
Snapping back to reality, she jolted upright in panic.
Her skirt was fine, but her half-lowered panties and stockings were soaked with squirt and juices, a total mess.
By the time she'd desperately cleaned up and returned to her desk, nearly thirty minutes had passed. Luckily, the other employees didn't seem to notice.
It was Friday anyway—maybe they should all just head out early. Having relieved her pent-up urges left her with a bit of mental leeway.
Vrrr-
That peace didn't last. She checked her phone at the vibration and let out an involuntary gasp.
"Heok."
"Section Chief? Everything okay?"
She frantically shook her head at her half-asleep subordinate's question.
"Ah, no. It's nothing."
Whether the employee tilted her head or not, Han Yu-ra's heart started pounding again. Her face felt hot all over once more.
[Section Chief, planning to clock out around 4.]
Reading Lee Seong-han's simple text made her lower abdomen throb again. Not pain, but that same thrilling sensation from the restroom.
Drip.
Sticky love juices finally trickled down her thighs, soaking her skirt.
"This is unexpected."
I'd only mixed in semen to trigger the aphrodisiac effect, but it automatically marked her and enabled location tracking.
And the mark even allowed remote scanning. Hell, at this point, it was practically voyeurism.
[Han Yu-ra is feeling intense sexual urges toward you.]
[Han Yu-ra has started masturbating.]
[Han Yu-ra's sensitivity is rising.]
[Han Yu-ra has climaxed.]
"Pfft."
What is this, live porn streaming? Hilarious.
Location tracking showed she'd spent nearly thirty minutes in the restroom. What else would she be doing? Obvious.
'Man, I should've watched it live.'
Refined Section Chief Han Yu-ra rubbing and fingering her own pussy in the bathroom stall. The aphrodisiac was working great.
'Anyway, how'd the marking happen?'
Oh, right—the ejaculation method thing. Since she drank the semen, it counted as oral intake, basically indirect oral creampie.
Wait, doesn't that mean I don't need to do anything more with Han Yu-ra?
"Hmmm."
Since she's already marked, I can copy her. If I just copied her stats now and kept my mouth shut, there'd be no reason to meet her and complicate things.
'...No, I fed her the aphrodisiac to sleep with her in the first place.'
If that was the plan, I'd have just made her drink semen from the start. Why waste 1,000 coins on the aphrodisiac? The buff had plenty of time left anyway.
First goal achieved, so I could take it easy now. Unless something unexpected happened, it'd wrap up neatly.
'Might as well send a message. Poke the bear even if I don't bite.'
Sure enough, a sharp reply came in under a minute.
[Any plans tonight?]
[Huh? No, just dinner at home and rest.]
[Want to grab an early dinner if you're free? Around 5?]
Friday night dinner, just the two of us, adult man and woman? In movies or dramas, this leads to bed.
'Am I getting jumped tonight?'
A do-or-die crisis—or opportunity—that might even lead to losing my V-card. What to reply? Then another message arrived.
[Sorry for making you leave early. Don't worry about it, go rest.]
Of course she'd apologize. Two hours early on a Friday, only for your boss to say "dinner time" and make you wait? Peak asshole move.
But.
[You're treating, right?]
[Obviously!]
She's totally hot for it. Aphrodisiac for the win. I chuckled and replied right away.
[You know Vega Coffee one block over? I'll wait there.]
[Sounds good.]
Everything's going smoothly. Worth buying that aphrodisiac.
Wonder if we'll part after just dinner. At least it's free food.
"C-come on in."
...Score? For real? Is this one of those heartwarming true stories you only hear about?
I schooled my expression and slipped off my shoes at the entryway.
"Pardon the intrusion."
Dinner had been uneventful. We grilled meat, chatted about work, shared some personal trivia.
After naturally downing a bottle of soju, Han Yu-ra—with her face slightly flushed—suggested seconds. Friday crowds, so why not drink comfortably at her place? That was the excuse.
I set the convenience store bag of booze and snacks on the table and glanced sideways. Han Yu-ra's expression was already half-melted.
'Honestly, I could just copy her status window here and head home.'
Now that it was happening, the dilemma I'd shelved earlier crept back into my mind.
The 72-hour 100% copy efficiency meant I could add her stats straight to mine. With Copy at level 2, it'd stick unless I canceled it.
Distribute my saved points right, and I could probably aim for D-rank or higher at the Association test.
Maybe better to ditch the dirty thoughts and go home. The coins on the aphrodisiac stung, but chalk it up to a learning expense.
'So I'm giving up banging a woman like this? Will I get another shot like this in life?'
I could always aphrodisiac someone else, but life's unpredictable. Plus, as a hunter, Han Yu-ra might be worth keeping on good terms without the risk.
As I wrestled with my conscience, her voice whispered in my ear.
"S-Seong-han-ssi."
"Yes?"
"Do you... work out...?"
"Just whatever I can at home when I have time."
"Your arms... are thick."
One drink in, heat rising, sleeves rolled up—Han Yu-ra stroked my arm with a languid touch. Her fingertips traced my bulging veins and muscle lines, tickling chills across my skin.
What to do? Apologize and bail? Pounce? If she suddenly snapped out and got serious, straight to the cops?
As I pondered, the status window gave me the answer.
[Han Yu-ra is filled with lust for you.]