Chapter 78 Inside the Cabinet (1)
Chapter 78 Inside the Cabinet (1)
Chae-young pushed me away, and my cum dripped onto the floor between her legs as she stood up, but I had no time to worry about that now.
The sound of a car stopping in front of the factory gate.
Screech—
And the sound of someone—probably Gaeul noona—opening the factory door.
Since the factory was on a hill and our "friendship handjob" had gone on until night, the sounds carried clearly. The sound of Gaeul noona's heels clicking, the panicked gasps between Chae-young and me—everything was too loud.
Vroooom—
The sound of the car driving off again.
Frozen in panic, we only started moving after snapping out of it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hey—hey! What do we do?! Get dressed, quick!"
Chae-young screamed in a whisper, grabbing her scattered tank top from the floor.
I scrambled to pull up my pants. The zipper, which usually slid up effortlessly, now felt stiff, my trembling fingers struggling to grip it.
"Hey, my panties! Where are my panties?!"
"Under the desk!"
We dashed around the office like an affair caught in the act.
No—Gaeul noona wouldn't believe the excuse that we were just "friendship handjob buddies."
Because we weren't just an affair.
We weren't even officially dating yet, but we couldn't say we weren't something.
Chae-young hastily pulled on her inside-out panties and yanked her tank top over her head.
Even in my panic, I found her both ridiculous and cute as I struggled into my shirt.
Before we were even fully dressed, footsteps approached the office.
The sound of Gaeul noona's heels outside made my heart stop.
Click, click.
The steady rhythm of her steps was as clear as an executioner's.
I didn't know why she was heading to the office instead of home, but it was obvious she'd be here soon.
Fuck.
Fuck.
We're so fucked.
Gaeul noona's footsteps grew louder, closer—soon, they were even louder than the pounding of my own heart.
"Wh-what do we do? Lee Eun-woo, fuck, what the hell do we do?!"
Chae-young clung to my arm, her voice a hushed shriek. Even Chae-young—the spoiled daughter of the company president—was pale with panic.
"Wh-what do we do? What? Just—just say we were eating ramen together—"
"You think she'd buy that?!"
I hissed back, panicked.
Desperately, I racked my brain for the best course of action.
Luckily, I'd been in similar situations with Fourth Mother often enough to come up with a plan quickly.
Not that it was a good plan—just slightly better than getting caught red-handed.
There was only one exit.
So, hiding it was.
"Here! Quick!"
I pointed to the large metal cabinet in the office. Originally for storing supplies, it had been empty for a while since Chae-young, the lazy accountant, never bothered managing it.
Either way, it was big enough for two adults.
As if synchronized, we both dove inside.
Screech—
The cabinet door shut.
Inside, it was pitch black. Not a sliver of light.
The only things I could feel were:
The heat of Chae-young's skin pressed against mine.
Her strange, uneven breaths.
The thick, musky scent of her arousal.
The thump-thump of her racing heart—
Fuck... I'm getting hard again.
The dense darkness filled the cabinet like water.
Chae-young and I both took deep breaths, holding them as the office door opened.
"Huh? The door's unlocked."
Gaeul noona's clear, calm voice.
A soothing voice that matched her beautiful face—one I'd often listened to, easing the anxiety of being hunted by the cult's leaders, my mothers.
But now, it sounded more terrifying than any monster's.
I didn't want to betray Gaeul noona.
Even after doing this with Chae-young—knowing Gaeul noona's feelings for the past six months, desperately resisting her advances—I still didn't want to hurt her.
Click, click.
Gaeul noona's footsteps entered the office.
I'd rushed into the cabinet without adjusting my posture, nearly falling sideways. Chae-young's grip tightened, holding me in place.
The cabinet was still suffocatingly tight.
Our thighs pressed flush. The heat from our earlier sex made the cramped space stifling.
I was already on the verge of a moan.
"Hng...!"
Chae-young bit her lip, holding back her own sounds.
Her nose brushed my collarbone, her sweet breath tickling my chest.
The scent of her—metallic blood and sweet arousal—flooded my senses.
The thought that I'd just taken Chae-young's virginity in this very spot hit me hard.
A different thrill from the taboo of incest—a guilty pleasure that was intoxicating but not painful—pricked at my conscience.
"Hmm. ...What's that smell?"
Gaeul noona's voice.
Through the thin metal door, I could see her.
Her face was slightly flushed—maybe from drinking.
Not drunk, though. Gaeul noona turned red after just one drink.
She'd probably made an excuse to leave early from the company dinner.
For me.
To make dinner for me, alone at home...
And here I was, like this with Chae-young.
As the arousal faded, guilt crept in.
But that guilt—mixed with the thrill of possibly getting caught—only made me harder.
My cock twitched.
The fact that I'd cheated on Gaeul noona—even taken Chae-young's virginity—and could be caught right now made it worse.
I had no right to call First Mother a pervert anymore.
Gaeul noona sniffed, walking further in.
Drip, drip.
The sound of my cum sliding down Chae-young's thigh and hitting the cabinet floor was deafening.
The thrill of this twisted situation made my cock stiffen against her navel.
Even though this was a betrayal that could destroy Gaeul noona—the one I wanted to protect—my cock demanded more of Chae-young.
Not now, please...
But my cock ignored my plea.
Chae-young's eyes widened as she felt it press against her lower stomach.
Even in the dark, I could see her pupils trembling.
Instinctively, I grabbed her hand—the one that looked like it might make noise.
I'd never noticed before, but her hand was small and delicate.
I glared at her, as if to say, What if we get caught?
But I still held her hand tightly.
Gaeul noona's footsteps stopped right in front of the cabinet.
Did she find us?
We exchanged panicked looks.
Her breathing was audible through the metal door.
It's over...
Regret flooded me—memories of the past six months with Gaeul noona.
If I'd known it'd come to this, I should've just given in to her seduction.
Even if it meant she'd become nothing more than a slave to my power—better that than her finding me like this.
Maybe I should just open the door myself and kneel to her.
Just as the thought crossed my mind, Chae-young's grip tightened with a strange strength.
Startled, I turned my gaze from Gaeul noona's delicate face to Chae-young's.
Fear. Anxiety.
And—just a hint of excitement.
She was enjoying this.
Even on the brink of ruin, her eyes sparkled, teasing me.
No—I was the one who'd be ruined. Chae-young, who only wanted to be "more than friends," wouldn't care if we got caught.
She was only holding back because she knew I'd hate her if she gave us away.
Her hand moved toward my cock.
No!
I mentally cursed her, glaring.
But my grip on her wrist was weak.
My heart pounded.
The thrill of possibly getting caught.
The conquest of taking Chae-young's virginity.
The guilt toward Gaeul noona.
And the excitement of my life possibly falling apart—no, because of that—was overwhelming.
Even if I was screwed—because I might be—I was even more turned on.
My pants were only half-on, belt still undone.
With a little effort, Chae-young pulled them down.
Pressed together, she didn't even need to adjust.
Mischief in her eyes, she mouthed:
[I'll take care of it, Master.]
Resisting would only encourage her.
If I snapped now, she might want to get caught—just to make Gaeul noona leave me.
So I stayed silent.
If we got out of this, tomorrow—when we'd drive to meet Fourth Mother—I'd pull Chae-young's car over somewhere dark.
I'd fuck her until her pussy swelled red.
Until my handprints were clear on her ass.
Until she couldn't walk for a week.
Even if she cried and begged, I wouldn't stop.
I'd unload every drop of the cum I'd saved for half a year into her freshly popped cherry.
With the condoms she'd buy—since she got more allowance than Gaeul noona's salary.
...Fuck, I'm thinking like a real bastard.