Chapter 138: Noona, Do You Want to Work with Me?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 138: Noona, Do You Want to Work with Me?
The stench of alcohol stung my nose.
Heo Da-young was wearing a beige long jacket that reached her thighs over a navy turtleneck. She paired it with cotton pants in a similar shade to the jacket and long boots.
It was what people typically called an "office look."
Perhaps because she was stumbling from the alcohol, her jacket was slightly agape and disheveled.
"Ugh, that smell. Noona, have you been drinking?"
"Yeah! I had a few! Why? Got a problem with that? Waaaaah!"
Heo Da-young began to wail as if the world were ending.
What on earth could have happened for her to come home this drunk at such an early hour?
"What about work?"
"I'm not going! I'm never going back! It’s so unfair! Ugh..."
Did she just walk out without notice?
Da-young stumbled and leaned against the wall. Her face was flushed deep red, and her eyes were unfocused and glassy. No matter how I looked at it, she couldn't have gotten like this from just one or two drinks.
She had clearly intended to get wasted.
"This won't do. Noona, come inside for now."
If I left her like this, the neighbors would surely report her. I needed to get her inside and calm her down.
"Sniff, waaaaah."
Even after I closed the door, the tears kept streaming down her face.
"That bastard manager dumps all his work on me and then takes all the credit like he did it himself! And the department manager? That prick knows exactly what's going on but looks the other way to back the manager up! On top of that, those assholes force us into company dinners and make us attend just so they can harass us! And Assistant Manager Jung... that son of a bitch is spreading weird rumors about me just because I rejected his confession!!"
Waaaaah!
With a slurred tongue, Da-young shouted out her grievances as if venting all her pent-up sorrow. Still crying, she collapsed onto the living room floor.
"I hate that company! I want to quit! I want to resign!"
"Then just resign."
At my words, Da-young glared at me with drunken eyes.
"I have utility bills to pay every month, and I still haven't paid off my student loans. Even if I work myself to the bone, after rent and savings and everything else is taken out, there's nothing left. If I don't work, I won't even have that."
She let out a long sigh heavily laced with the scent of alcohol.
"What's the point of working overtime like a dog...? All I'm left with is a broken body and exhaustion."
Da-young's eyes were hollow. It wasn't just the alcohol.
"You're mean too, Jae-ho."
"Me?"
"Yeah."
Da-young, lying on the floor, squinted her eyes and glared at me petulantly.
"I want to call you all the time, but you always use being busy as an excuse so we can't meet. And when we finally do, you just give me a quick massage and that's it. I'm so tired and I want to relieve the stress, but I can't even do that..."
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.
It wasn't entirely my fault. To begin with, we hadn't been able to meet lately mostly because of her overtime. Whenever I asked if she could come over, I'd only get a reply like:
—Sorry, overtime again today T_T.
Of course, if I had paid a bit more attention to her, this might not have happened. I had plenty I could say in my defense, but there was no point in arguing with a drunk person.
"I'm sorry, Noona."
Right now, comforting her was more important.
"Really? Sniff."
Da-young squeezed her eyes shut and sniffled. Her eyes were red. Having stopped crying for a moment, she looked up at me with wide, sparkling eyes. It was the complete opposite of her usual sharp, meticulous career-woman persona.
"Are you really sorry?"
"Yes."
"Then give me a workout."
"Right now?"
"Yeah. When I get a PT session from you, all my fatigue just disappears."
I shook my head at her whining.
"I can't do that."
"Whyyy~?"
"I can't push someone who's drunk into a heavy workout."
"I'm not drunk. Look. I'm perfectly fine."
To prove she wasn't drunk, Da-young tried to push herself up but stumbled and fell forward on her face.
Thud!
"Ouch!"
"See? Noona, you're drunk."
"I'm not..."
"Just get some rest today—"
"Are you going to be like this too, Jae-ho?"
She groaned as she struggled to get back up. After much effort, she managed to stand, stretching her arms out to the sides.
"Ta-da! See? Not drunk, right?"
"Still, no."
I shook my head as I watched Da-young giggle as if she had accomplished something grand. Exercise was a hard no for someone who had been drinking.
"Instead, I'll give you a massage that has a similar effect."
"A massage?"
"Yes. This will be quite good too. It'll feel very refreshing."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"..."
Da-young pressed her lips together, contemplating.
"Fine."
She abruptly lay down on the floor.
"Do it."
"Here?"
"Is that not allowed?"
"It's not that, but you have to take your clothes off to get a massage. So..."
Before I could even finish my sentence, Da-young stripped off her jacket and shirt. Before I could stop her, she was down to her underwear in an instant. Her beige lingerie was a dizzying sight.
"I was going to say you should change into massage clothes."
"Isn't it better like this for the massage to be more effective?"
"I suppose so."
"Then do it like this."
Was she already under hypnosis? Since she was drunk, I couldn't tell for sure. But if she wanted a massage this badly...
She must be.
Fine.
"Alright. I'll go get the mat, so just lie face down on it."
When I brought the yoga mat, Da-young flopped onto it. I began to massage her body, which was clad only in underwear. I pressed into her waist and focused on the neck muscles and latissimus dorsi—the areas that take the most strain for modern office workers.
"Mmm..."
A low moan escaped Da-young's lips every time my hands touched her.
"This feels so good..."
Perhaps she was slowly forgetting the stress caused by her manager and department manager. The tension in her face began to melt away.
"Hngh!"
"Do you like it here?"
"Yes, right there. It's so refreshing."
Being an office worker who sat for long hours, her shoulders and thighs were the most responsive.
"Ha-ahhh..."
Da-young, lying face down, trembled. Every time she did, her buttocks rippled like a wave. As the fatigue built up between her muscle fibers was released, a sensation bordering on pleasure spread through her mind.
You know that feeling? When you stretch and a pleasant groan escapes your lips without you even realizing it? It was that kind of massage. The sensation of stiff muscles loosening, the body becoming supple, and fatigue vanishing.
"Haaaa~."
Da-young let out a sigh of relief and closed her eyes. She was becoming drowsy. It was a different kind of recovery than what she got from a workout. Her breathing became soft and steady, as if she were drifting off to sleep.
"Whew."
I woke her up as she basked in the relaxation.
"Turn over. Face the ceiling."
I turned off the main light and switched on a mood lamp. The fluorescent light would be too harsh for her while lying on her back.
"Okay..."
With glazed eyes, she turned over, and I began to work on her hands. From hand to wrist, wrist to arm, arm to shoulder. As my hands moved up, her eyes began to flutter shut, but then she suddenly grabbed my hand tightly.
"Jae-ho..."
"Yes?"
"I really can't stand it."
"Pardon?"
"Let's work out."
Suddenly, Da-young bolted upright and lunged at me. Caught off guard, I couldn't withstand her force and fell backward. With her hands on my chest, she panted, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes.
"Ha, ha... Why is this happening? Why do you look so delicious?"
"Noona?"
"Just stay still for a second. Just stay like this for a bit."
Da-young stripped off my clothes. Then, she began to lick my body here and there as if she were licking an ice cream cone.
"Noona, don't do this. If you do..."
I won't be able to control myself.
My cock, which had been resting politely until a moment ago, reared its head. It was responding to her frantic, excited foreplay. To be honest, I was a little tired myself. There was a reason I had built a dedicated Stamina Room.
But that doesn't mean I turn away a woman who's coming on to me.
It was only because the other women were so overwhelming that she seemed ordinary; Da-young didn't fall behind them in any way. Her sleek, long legs and her skin, which was so firm it was hard to believe she was twenty-nine. Add to that her status as a professional woman—an "ace" at her workplace—and...
Isn't she the peak of a modern woman, combining charm and intelligence?
She was being ground down by her company right now, but if she found a place where her talents could truly bloom, the story would be different.
Who wouldn't get hard for a woman like that? You'd have to be impotent.
"Noona, are you serious about this?"
"Do it. I'm so tired I feel like I'm going to die, so use this workout to drive all the fatigue away."
"Alright."
I reached out and pulled the pin from her hair. Her dark brown locks cascaded down.
"I'll make you lose your mind."
I thrust my erect dick into her pussy, which was already soaking wet. As if it had been waiting, her lower half clamped down on me. With every thrust of my hips, I buried my face in her bouncing tits, sucking on them.
"Hngh! Ah! It's so good! It feels too good!"
As she screamed in pleasure, drenched in sweat, I whispered into her ear.
"Noona, why don't you quit your job and be my secretary? If you do, we can do this all the time."
I asked while kissing her neck. Da-young's voice, as she panted on top of me, grew louder.
"I'll do it. I'll do anything. If I can just be with you like this, I feel like I can do anything."
"You mean it?"
"Yes! Ahhh! Hngh!"
Da-young's back arched like a bow. The two of us continued our mating until the early hours of the next morning.
*
Chirp, chirp.
"Mmm... What is it?"
Heo Da-young, who had been in a deep sleep, stirred as the sunlight tickled her eyes.
"Yaaaawn..."
She stretched and realized her body felt unusually light today.
What was this?
An unfamiliar bed, an unfamiliar ceiling, and the sun shining brightly outside the window. This wasn't her house.
And...
"Huh?"
She was currently naked. She had woken up without a single stitch of clothing on.
W-what happened last night?
She retraced her memories. She clearly remembered taking the afternoon off because she was fed up with her bosses' bullshit and going out for drinks. The problem was that she couldn't control her anger and kept drinking.
I can't remember.
She had blacked out. She couldn't even remember what she had done after drinking. You crazy bitch, I told you to drink in moderation.
No. It wasn't her fault. It was those bastards, the manager and the department manager, who made her drink like that.
But more importantly...
"It's way past time to clock in."
She didn't even need to look at a clock to know. She was late—very late. Her body felt strangely refreshed and her mind was clear. Instinctively, she knew she was fucked.
Since she was already late, she figured, to hell with it. She pushed the thought aside. If she was already screwed, it didn't matter if she got even more screwed.
"This place..."
It felt somewhat familiar...
Wait, isn't this Jae-ho's house?
Why was she here? And why was she naked in Jae-ho's house!
"Noona, are you awake?"
Just then, Jae-ho, who had been lying in the same bed, sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Da-young screamed, pulling the duvet around her body.
"What are you so surprised for? After everything we did last night."
We did it last night? I have no memory of that!
"J-Jae-ho, w-what happened?"
"You don't remember?"
"Huh?"
"What we did together. You got all excited and jumped me. You didn't forget that, did you?"
Only then did the fragmented pieces of the puzzle begin to fit together. Her coming to Jae-ho's house. Her making a fool of herself in front of him. Her jumping him while getting a massage, demanding a "workout."
And...
"You didn't forget, right? About working with me."
The fact that she had agreed to quit her job and become his secretary.