A Woman Who Looks Truly Stunning at Work
We finished the meal and called for a designated driver.
The ride from Hannam-dong to Sol’s old studio apartment near Ahyo-gae Station took us through the narrow backstreets of the city.
I handed the wheel over to the driver and sat beside Sol in the back seat.
The strong liquor must have hit her hard; she leaned her head against the window, dozing off with little nods.
Streetlights flickered across her flushed cheeks as we passed.
She really is completely defenseless.
She has no idea what kind of man I really am, yet here she is, sleeping so unguarded right next to me.
Before long, the car came to a stop in front of Sol’s villa.
“We’re here. Wake up, kiddo.”
I gave her shoulder a light shake. Sol rubbed her eyes and let out a small groan.
“Mmm… We’re already here?”
I told the driver to wait a moment, then got out of the car with Sol.
The night air was quite cold.
Standing in front of the villa’s shared entrance, Sol hesitated, fidgeting awkwardly.
She kept kicking at the ground with her toes while stealing glances at me.
Did she still have something to say?
“Why aren’t you going in? It’s cold. Hurry inside, wash up, and get some sleep.”
At my urging, Sol clutched the hem of her skirt tightly and spoke in a tiny, creeping voice.
“Um… Oppa… Well… you know, my streaming equipment? Could you maybe take a look at it sometime…”
Streaming equipment?
The girl who just props up a cheap tablet in the corner of her room suddenly needs equipment setup?
What a cute excuse.
“What’s wrong with the equipment? Is it broken?”
“Huh? Y-yeah! The mic keeps making this crackling sound… and I think the settings need adjusting… Anyway!”
Sol squeezed her eyes shut and blurted it out.
“Could you… come in for a bit?”
The “wanna come eat ramen?” version of Lee Sol.
It was the clumsiest seduction I’d ever seen.
The kind of courage you can only squeeze out when you’re drunk.
Watching her eyelashes tremble under the streetlight, I couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle.
I reached out, placed my hand on top of her head, and ruffled her hair wildly.
“Ah, what are you doing!”
I smiled down at her.
“Say things like that when you’re sober.”
“Huh…?”
“If you act all flirty while drunk, I might start thinking you do this with just anyone.”
At my teasing reply, Sol’s face turned so red it looked ready to explode.
Her ears burning crimson, she jumped up and down as she shouted.
“No!! It’s not like that!! It’s really not!! I was seriously just asking about the streaming gear!!”
“Yeah, yeah. Streaming gear. Oppa will come fix it perfectly when he’s sober, so just go to bed for tonight.”
“Ugh! Whatever, you idiot! Just go home already!!”
Puffing with indignation, Sol rapidly punched in the entrance code, then dashed inside the villa without looking back.
The sound of her stomping up the stairs reminded me of a squirrel scampering away.
She really is so adorably clumsy. Teasing her never gets old.
I waited until the entrance door clicked shut before turning around and climbing back into the car.
“Driver, please head to Yeonnam-dong.”
“Yes, understood.”
The car pulled away smoothly and slipped out of the narrow alley.
I leaned deep into the seat, watching the scenery drift past the window.
Sol’s bold yet clumsy head-on charge.
The way she was desperately trying to step inside my boundaries, clearly seeing me as a man, felt strangely rom-com-like and sweet.
Ah~ Having so many good things happen lately is making me strangely anxious.
The driver’s car soon arrived in front of the Yeonnam-dong mansion.
Sol and I really do live close to each other.
Ahyo-gae and Yeonnam-dong…
I slipped the driver a tip, opened the gate, and stepped inside.
As I crossed the yard toward the mansion entrance, bright light was spilling out through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the first-floor studio.
Huh? What’s going on?
Did the workers forget to turn off the lights when they left?
It was definitely past quitting time.
I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The loud construction noise that had filled the space earlier was gone, replaced by complete silence.
I glanced around the first-floor studio site, but there was no sign of anyone.
Only the materials were neatly organized in one corner.
“Guess they really did forget to turn off the lights.”
I was about to switch them off and head upstairs when my eyes caught on something.
The door leading to the makeshift stairs down to the basement.
It was slightly ajar, and a faint sliver of light was leaking through the gap.
Hmm.
Why is that open?
I approached carefully and peeked through the opening.
When I looked down the stairs leading to the basement, I let out a small sound of surprise.
In the middle of the basement, Cha Sua was sitting at a folding table we’d temporarily brought down. Her laptop was open, and she was staring intently at the screen, typing away.
She stayed behind to work overtime by herself at this hour?
I quietly descended the stairs.
Even when I got close, she was so absorbed in the monitor that she didn’t seem to notice my presence at all.
The screen displayed complex 3D schematics, and with every click of her mouse, the structural elements rotated and shifted.
“Miss Cha Sua? You haven’t gone home yet?”
At my sudden call, Cha Sua’s shoulders jerked upward.
She looked up at me on the stairs, startled.
“Ah… Director. You’re back?”
“You scared me. I thought no one was here. Have you even eaten anything this late?”
At my question, she forced a tired smile onto her exhausted face.
“Yes, I had a sandwich earlier. Ah… There are a lot of things to adjust in the basement area, so I’ve been making revisions. I need to give the workers instructions first thing tomorrow morning.”
Wow, this woman is truly impressive.
Just yesterday, 8.5 billion won had exploded into her life and 1 billion won of debt had vanished.
A normal person would have spent the entire day in a daze or been unable to focus on work.
Yet after commanding the site on her feet all day, she stayed behind alone at night to revise the basement blueprints.
Her passion and pride for her work are the real deal.
The title of lead designer clearly wasn’t won by playing Go-Stop.
“You always mention eating sandwiches. You must really love them. Mind if I take a look?”
I finished descending the stairs and walked over to her side.
Standing beside the table, I looked down at the blueprints on the laptop screen.
They were filled with incomprehensible numbers and intersecting lines.
There was no way I would understand such specialized software.
I simply stared in fascination, alternating my gaze between the screen and Sua’s face.
As I drew closer, Cha Sua sniffed once, then lifted her head.
“Um… Director, it seems you’ve had a drink?”
“Ah, can you smell it? Maybe I should’ve sprayed on some cologne.”
“No, it’s not an unpleasant smell. There’s a pleasant alcohol scent mixed with the smell of delicious meat…”
“Yeah. I had dinner with a younger friend and drank some baijiu. She said she’d treat me to something good, so I ended up coming back late.”
“Ah… I see. It must have been nice.”
Our casual conversation flowed naturally.
Cha Sua turned her eyes back to the monitor and pointed at one section of the blueprint with the mouse cursor.
“I was actually planning to ask you when you arrived. About the position of the H-beam here. To distribute the load the way you mentioned yesterday, I think it would be better to move the anchor bolts from the ceiling to this wall section. Also, regarding the slope of the drainage…”
Cha Sua’s briefing continued.
Technical terms like structural mechanics, soundproofing materials, and finishing materials flowed from her lips like water.
Her side profile, illuminated by the monitor light while wearing her glasses, looked intelligent and sharp.
The very face of a professional completely absorbed in her work.
Yet the more I listened to her explanation, the more the blueprint details bounced right out of my head.
Completely different thoughts pushed their way in to take their place.
This smart, rational woman.
Just last night, she had crawled across the second-floor carpet completely naked.
Eyes glazed over, drooling, making double peace signs with both hands while spitting out vulgar lines from her own mouth.
Was that insane bitch really the same person as this one?
The face that had been making ahegao and the face currently giving an intellectual briefing about anchor bolt load calculations in front of me.
They were so different it was hard to believe they belonged to the same person.
It really is fucking fascinating, now that I think about it.
That I did that kind of crazy sex broadcast with a woman like this.
Without realizing it, I had closed my mouth and was staring intently at her face.
Cha Sua, who had been passionately explaining, gradually trailed off as she sensed my persistent gaze.
The finger rolling the mouse wheel froze.
“So this part tomorrow morning… Um, Director?”
When she turned her head and met my eyes, her face suddenly flushed bright red.
A strange silence settled over the already quiet basement.
She avoided my gaze, stuttering.
“Why… why are you staring at me like that…”
She must have remembered last night’s lewd memories or thought I was checking out her body, because she looked flustered.
I let out a small laugh and waved my hand lightly.
“Ah, sorry.”
I met her eyes gently.
Then I spoke sincerely and plainly.
“You really do look incredibly cool when you’re working, Miss Sua. I was genuinely impressed, so I couldn’t help staring.”
“Pardon…?”
“After everything that happened yesterday and today, you must be exhausted, yet here you are, staying late to guard an empty site and working with such responsibility. I was so impressed that I just kept watching. I wasn’t thinking anything weird, so don’t misunderstand.”
It was praise given not as employer to employee, nor master to slave, but as one person to another.
Cha Sua’s eyes widened into perfect circles.
A subtle current began to rise between us in the cool basement air.
It wasn’t the crude tension of lust or fear, but a ticklish tension mixed with recognition of ability and human fondness.
Cha Sua fiddled with the keyboard for no reason and lowered her gaze to the monitor.
But her reddened cheeks and the slight upward curl of her lips clearly showed her shyness.
“Th-thank you… Well, I’m the type who makes sure to do a proper job once I’ve been paid.”
Her slightly curt addition carried a hint of pleasant energy instead of the heavy fatigue from earlier.
Watching her, I stroked my chin.
This woman’s gap moe is seriously delicious.
And the situation itself was pretty tasty too.
In the shadows: hardcore sex broadcasts through VVIP streaming.
In the light: a man and woman working hard while a subtle, strange tension blooms between them.
I wondered if Cha Sua was slowly becoming addicted to this situation as well.
“Miss Sua. Let’s stop here and actually call it a day. It’s late.”
I tapped the laptop screen displaying the blueprints as I spoke.
Only then did Cha Sua massage her stiff neck and nod.
“Ah… Yes. It’s already this late.”
“It’s good to work hard, but if you overdo it and ruin your health, it’s my loss. So go home now.”
We roughly tidied the table, climbed the basement stairs, and came out to the first-floor studio.
As Cha Sua was walking toward the entrance, she suddenly stopped and hesitated.
“Um… Director.”
“What is it? Did you forget something?”
“Not that… Um… I was wondering… when the next dark business might be…”
She brought up the dark business first.
The way she said it was basically asking when she would get fucked on stream again.
Of course, after seeing 1 billion won of debt wiped out in a single day yesterday, her main goal was probably paying off the rest.
But my eyes don’t lie.
The way she was watching my reaction and the slight flush on her cheeks.
She wanted to pay off the debt, sure, but she was also quietly anticipating the insane pleasure from last night again.
She must have gotten properly addicted to the taste of my cock.
“Hmm… I’m planning not to stream this week. I’ll take a few days to rest and plan next week’s schedule. Let’s talk about it then.”
“Ah… Yes, understood. Have a safe trip upstairs, Director.”
I savored the subtle trace of disappointment that crossed Cha Sua’s face, then headed up to the second floor.
After a quick shower, I lay down in bed.
I picked up my phone and opened the messaging app.
The first slave to contact me was our pretty fiancée, Yang Jihye.
[What are you doing tomorrow, Jihye?]
The reply came back in less than a minute.
[Aaaah!! You’re only replying now! You bad oppa! I have plans with my fiancé tomorrow ㅠㅠ Damn it]
Looks like she’s going out somewhere with her future husband.
What a magical word.
Just seeing it makes me want to torment her.
The urge to call her away while she’s on a date with the guy who’ll become her husband and fuck her senseless rises up.
But I decided to take a real break from broadcasting this week and enjoy my normal daily life.
[Oh really? Lol okay then have fun. I’ll contact you again next week.]
I ignored Jihye’s reply that was practically dying of disappointment and closed the message window.
I’d played with Sol plenty today. Maybe I should go on a date with Sujeong tomorrow.
Or maybe she’s busy tomorrow too.
All sorts of thoughts swirled in my head, but the alcohol made a wave of drowsiness crash over me.
Ah, whatever. Thinking is too much trouble.
I’ll just sleep and do whatever I feel like when I wake up.
I tossed my smartphone onto the nightstand and closed my eyes comfortably.