Chapter 219
Chapter 219
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Join Noona in Relieving Stress
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"Haa... haa..."
Running at a steady pace, Store #1 came into view ahead. I caught my breath and took a short break.
No matter how much I wanted to see Han Chae-ah quickly, showing up disheveled would be rude.
Ding-a-ling.
The door opened with the same chime as Store #2. After getting permission from the part-timer at the counter, I headed to the warehouse.
Her office, whose location I'd now memorized. I knocked on the door and announced myself.
"Manager, it's me."
"Ah! Come in."
I turned the handle. The now-familiar interior, and Han Chae-ah still wearing the same outerwear I'd seen earlier.
Nothing different from usual at first glance, but once inside, a clear difference hit me.
The sweet, mature perfume scent assaulting my nose. It was something entirely new I'd never smelled before.
Noticing my reaction, Han Chae-ah smiled and pointed to the sofa.
"Smells good, right? I just bought it."
"'Just' meaning when?"
"Two days ago, on Monday, I went to the department store."
"Nice purchase. Smells great."
"Thanks."
The sisters had off on Sundays and Mondays, so that was the only time she had free.
After coming back from the trip and even doing anal, she must've been exhausted, yet she'd gone to the department store to prepare this.
I took a deep breath, scanning her body. Even with the outerwear on, her massive breasts and hips made her curves faintly visible.
Whether she knew I was staring or not, Han Chae-ah handed me a drink from her desk.
"Here, you must be tired from coming over."
"I'll enjoy it."
I took a sip. As I tilted my head back and set it down, our eyes met.
She was staring intently, like she had something to say.
"Woojin."
"Yeah?"
"Remember the trip day?"
"Of course."
"This noona went to the pension to relax, but couldn't. Why do you think that was?"
Why, indeed. A question whose answer anyone in this room knew. Playful tone, but laced with strong intent not to let wordplay slide.
"Couldn't sleep at night."
"Why couldn't you sleep? Too excited in a new place? Or took too long a nap?"
I answered carefully, but she countered again. Seemed like she was calling me out for having sex all night, but what was her angle?
Sweat that hadn't appeared while running now beaded on my forehead.
"Sorry for being so noisy. I only thought of myself."
"No. Coming to a trip spot with your girlfriends and not doing it would be weirder. Noona understands completely."
Guessing right on the conversation's direction, she beamed and raised both hands. One hand spun in a circle clockwise while the other made a ring with her fingers.
Then thrust. She moved them back and forth in a full gesture sequence.
"But you went at it really hard. Didn't expect all night—Woojin, you're a stamina king, huh? The girls looked like they were dying for it."
"Haha..."
"Like I said then, not trying to complain. The issue is using vacation time but not resting properly. So I went shopping Monday to relieve stress, but the fatigue didn't fully go away."
Han Chae-ah kept emphasizing the lack of rest. At this rate, we'd go in circles forever.
Seemed like she wanted something, so I threw a straight pitch.
"Then what should I do? Work harder?"
"Hmm... not exactly."
She paused, then suddenly started kneading her own shoulders. She rotated her neck for a stretch, then beckoned me over.
"Noona's shoulders are stiff. Can you massage them?"
"Of course."
Easy enough. I'd done it plenty before. I quickly moved behind her.
The shampoo scent from her long hair and the sweet perfume vibrating from her whole body dizzied my nose.
Plus, her overwhelming breast volume fixed my eyes no matter the angle.
I swept her two-tone hair aside and placed my hands on her shoulders. As I started applying pressure for the massage, Han Chae-ah stopped me.
"Ah, doesn't direct skin contact make massages better? Perfect timing since I wore this today."
Her voice unmistakably feigned, she undid her outerwear. What was underneath exceeded imagination.
'Whoa...'
I nearly clapped and teared up. A black off-shoulder top exposing both shoulders refreshingly. It gleamed against her fair skin.
And that wasn't all. A slight cleavage reveal that made it impossible to look away from below.
'The designer deserves a Nobel.'
Lost in thought gazing at the deep valley, Han Chae-ah suddenly turned her head. Our eyes met.
Her sly grin meant she'd caught me staring at her chest. Probably wore it for that exact reason.
"What do you think? Saw this pretty one at the department store too."
"...Insane."
"Insane how?"
"The outfit's great, but... the destructive power is serious."
"Really? Worth the spend then."
Beaming, she reached for her desk. What else had she prepared? Following her eyes, a hair tie.
She gathered her hair high, exposing her snowy white neck.
'She's really set on seducing me properly. Even knowing, I'd fall for this.'
Face, figure, fashion—all combined for synergy not 3x, but 30x. Dazed, her hair was already tied up.
"Now massage time? Strong-handed Woojin?"
"Sure."
Hold back. Can't give in from day one. But would it really be bad? Holding back from this makes me less than human.
All sorts of thoughts swirled. Unlike Han Hee-jin who'd outright offered a handjob, Han Chae-ah was just tempting.
Pouncing now would kill the mood. Sure, knowing the full context, no cops, but she'd be hugely disappointed. So I held back.
In reality, we're just noona and little bro. Nothing more.
I swallowed and gripped firmly.
"Hng... yeah... good. Just like that..."
Sultry moan. Intentional? It kept breaking my focus. Hands slipping. Eyes drifting to cleavage. Blood rushing below.
I'd backed off earlier, but would I be satisfied? Halfway there and seeing this drove me madder.
"...Huh? Woojin?"
"Yes? Did you call?"
"Weren't you too into the massage? Called you several times."
"I'm serious about this stuff, so I didn't hear."
Serious about the chest, yeah. Swallowing other words inside, Han Chae-ah chuckled and reached under her chair.
The backrest reclined. Her leaned-back body followed suit.
'Frilly bra.'
The new angle made the subtle glimpse blatant. Better view anywhere?
"Woojin, that hurts... gentler."
"Sorry."
Must've gripped too hard unconsciously. I pulled my hands away briefly; she twisted, readjusting her clothes.
Smoothing wrinkles on the chair, shaking her bra straps on her shoulders.
Jiggle... jiggle...
Sound impossible to hear, yet felt real. With tits that big, maybe it actually made noise?
Glancing at the heaving breasts, she smiled and pointed to the sofa again.
"That's enough. Thanks."
"No problem."
My half-erect dick hindered movement. Awkwardly hunched, hiding the front, I returned to my seat.
As I sat concealing as best I could, Han Chae-ah spoke.
"Massages are best from you, Woojin."
"Fatigue eased a bit?"
"No. This much is nowhere near enough. Still a long way."
"Then I'll do them regularly."
"Not what I meant."
She wagged her fingers side to side, signaling off-target. Her serious face meant the main topic was coming.
I perked my ears.
"For now, you need to tag along with noona relieving her stress."
"...Pardon?"
Tag along with stress relief? Vague idea, but not exact meaning.
Not sexual, probably. As I interpreted, she added explanation.
"Nothing tough. Like watching movies together, drives, hitting eateries. Easy, right?"
I doubted my ears. Movies, drives, eateries?
This... a date invite?
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'I said itttt...!'
Han Chae-ah clenched her fists under the desk, fighting the cringe. Calm expression hiding her churning insides.
Framed as joining stress relief, but any way you sliced it, it was flirting for a date.
First time ever saying this to a guy. To a part-timer three years younger, in this outfit no less.
Mortified to death, but had to keep the composed face until Woojin's reply. Show elder's dignity.
'No way he'd refuse?'
Hours coordinating outfit at home, expensive perfume spritzed till her head hurt.
Simulated sexy poses in the office beforehand, even rehearsed lines.
Paid off—he'd stared holes through her chest earlier. Wanted to expose more cleavage for attention, but held back as too cheap.
Heart pounding, awaiting response. But his mouth stayed shut.
'Too forward? Should've eased in slower?'
Heart had raced during the massage too. Memories of last night—him calling her name, caressing her body—overlaid.
Not seeing his face heightened immersion twofold. Tension hardened her smile gradually.
'Outfit too slutty? Maybe he hates this style... No, look at that bulge. He's interested for sure.'
Observing Woojin closely post-awareness, she'd noted changes down there often.
Him hunching forward earlier, grown during massage—definite.
Even amid stray thoughts, Woojin sat stone-still.
'Last resort: cut his pay? For angering the manager? But quitting part-time...?'
Anxious. Couldn't endure. Needed to say something. Swallowed softly, lips parting—then his voice came first from ahead.