Chapter 120
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: Eun Seol's House Call
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After rolling around in bed with Choi Go-eun, Hyunwoo—who'd been lying there naked—threw on some clothes haphazardly and opened the front door.
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"What the? What's with you showing up?"
"Why? Can't I come over? You've always come to my officetel."
"What's that supposed to mean? Why are you getting all worked up by yourself?"
"I... I just am. But Deputy Manager Lee... are you feeling okay?"
It was still hours before quitting time, yet Eun Seol from the office had shown up at Hyunwoo's place.
She'd heard he was sick and, too worried to finish her work, rushed over. But Hyunwoo looked perfectly fine—better than expected. Feeling a bit embarrassed for overreacting on her own, she took it out on him with some needless irritation.
"Well... I felt like I was dying this morning, but I'm better now. Anyway, how'd you know I took sick leave today?"
"I used to work with Section Chief Jung Min-young from the Organizational Innovation TF Team."
"But are you gonna just leave me standing here?"
"Uh... the place is kinda messy. Come on in."
Truth be told, Hyunwoo's sparsely furnished bachelor pad wasn't so much messy as it was empty. What really bugged him, though, was the sharp-eyed Eun Seol spotting the traces of his romp with Choi Go-eun just moments ago.
'Whatever... what can she do about it?'
Hyunwoo had tried plenty of times to break Eun Seol's jealous streak. But it always wore off quick—she'd snap right back to her old self.
Eun Seol gave the room a quick once-over and plopped down on the chair by the computer desk. Her eyes kept drifting to the bed. Was she sniffing the air or something?
"Someone comes to check on the sick guy empty-handed?"
Before Eun Seol could sniff out Choi Go-eun's lingering traces, Hyunwoo distracted her. Luckily, he had a solid reason to gripe.
"Well... I rushed over in a cab from the office without grabbing anything... but instead... uh..."
She looked like she'd bolted straight here without even thinking about picking something up.
"Instead what? Gonna cook for me?"
"Y... yeah! I'll cook for you."
"You? Cook? Don't make me laugh. You look like you've never gotten your hands wet."
At Hyunwoo's scolding,
"I can cook just fine!"
Eun Seol puffed up with pointless pride. Her stubborn streak—always pushing back against him—hadn't changed a bit.
"Alright then. Have at it. I am kinda hungry."
"Hmph! Don't worry. I'll whip something up with whatever's in the fridge."
She boldly rummaged through the fridge in response to his taunt.
But,
'Sigh... what now...'
She pulled out a few ingredients and frantically searched recipes on her smartphone, just as Hyunwoo predicted. Eun Seol knew zilch about cooking.
The only things she ever made at her officetel were body-maintenance staples like sweet potatoes, chicken breast, and salads.
Unless she was grabbing lunch out with the team or eating with Hyunwoo, she stuck to controlled portions. That discipline kept her figure intact. Taller women showed every pound—Eun Seol knew it well and obsessed over her diet and workouts like it was her job.
She knew it was an excuse, but she'd never properly cooked just to maintain her body.
'Spoons for measuring? How clear does 'until transparent' mean? What's medium heat anyway?'
Even with the recipe, endless questions stumped her. She winged it all, and the result?
"Y... you want me to eat this?"
It sorta looked like leftover meat and veggies from the fridge stir-fried together, but the visuals were nightmare fuel.
'Twisted underworld slop... or dog food?'
It reminded him of that time as a kid at grandma's, mixing scraps and feeding it to the dog—just like that mess.
"..."
Should've just admitted she couldn't cook. Eun Seol hung her head, mad at herself too.
Even glancing at the appetite-killing abomination made Hyunwoo turn away. He eyed her uncharacteristically deflated.
Tight blouse hugging her pronounced collarbone, high-waist skirt molding to her curves.
Was it the half-hearted tease with Choi Go-eun earlier? Gazing at Eun Seol, lust overrode his hunger.
'Yeah. She'd taste way better.'
"Bend over."
"...Pardon?"
"Can't cook? Pay up with your body then."
"Eek..."
His objectifying tone pissed her off, but with her guilt from today, she couldn't snap back.
Eun Seol rose slowly from the round table next to the dog-food disaster, dropped to her knees, and leaned forward. Then she hiked her hips up.
Her 25-inch waist contrasted sharply with her voluptuous hips, all laid bare for Hyunwoo.
'Yeah. Way tastier than the slop.'
Hyunwoo approached her defenseless pose. The earlier pain had vanished completely.
Shlrk
He rolled her skin-tight skirt up to her waist. No orders needed anymore—she always wore it: black mesh thong exposing her ass.
He tugged the thong aside and buried his face in her pussy. The allure of her full hips and Pilates-toned glutes was too much; he had to dive in.
"W-wait! Deputy Manager Lee!"
She frantically blocked his face with her hands.
"I... I showered this morning but not since... Kyaa!"
Summer sweat? Choi Go-eun had fussed too. Eun Seol fretted over her scent.
Hyunwoo ignored it, slapped her hands away, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and
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devoured her pussy lips.
"No... nooo! D... Deputy Manager Lee. Let me... haat... wash first... hngh... please..."
She resisted fiercely out of shame, but with his Stamina at a solid 7, Hyunwoo subdued her effortlessly.
'Mmm...'
Choi Go-eun's had a faint metallic tang; Eun Seol's was slightly sour. Barely noticeable, both near tasteless—but if splitting hairs, that was it.
The sharp tang fit her personality somehow.
'Not a pussy sommelier or anything, but...'
Idiotic thought of rating other women's flavors crossed his mind as he toyed with her relentlessly.
Lick lick
"Haak... hng... hngh..."
His tongue started outside, then delved in, tormenting her pink inner walls. Sucking her clit made her forget the humiliation—her lower belly twitched uncontrollably.
For a good ten minutes, he face-planted and slurped until her pussy melted. Now slick with his saliva and her gushing juices, she was primed for his cock.
Twitch twitch
'Kukuku... what's this?'
About to thrust in, Hyunwoo caught her subtle movements.
Was she begging for it? She micro-hiked her ass—barely noticeable, angling perfectly for a rear smack.
At that angle, he'd have naturally spanked while pounding.
Too proud to beg outright, but craving the slap, she hinted slyly. Classic Eun Seol.
'But... makes me wanna hold back even more.'
He ignored her plump ass's perfect setup—no spank first.
No thrust either. Despite her drooling pussy, still pursed like a clam, he just teased the lips with his glans.
"Haa... haa... hngh..."
The maddening tease dragged on.
Truth was, Eun Seol had half-expected this since heading to his place. But his edging had her on the brink of insanity.
From her toes to thighs, belly, ass, tits, nape—every erogenous zone itched unbearably.
He'd smacked, bound, vibed, tormented her—but never teased this long.
Five, ten, twenty minutes in, her lust raged out of control.
'Why won't he smack me... even his cock... just ram it rough...'
Normally, she'd stifle moans, pussy stretched to tearing as he pounded relentlessly. Visiting was an excuse—she'd burned up the whole way here expecting it.
'Why... whyyy...'
Yet he wandered her outskirts like a clueless virgin, too shy to find the hole.
He always did this. Never gave her what she wanted.
First date? Late as hell, zero manners. Their debut fuck? First spanking ever.
Workshop dinner with colleagues? Vibed her senseless. Snapped nudes and vids on a whim, posted to SNS, even live-streamed porn.
Pool, hotel, his place—he never danced to her tune.
Now too. He knew what she craved. Knew and denied it obsessively.
First guy like this.
But... she didn't hate how he tormented her. No—daily, she pictured his face, their scorching sex, spanks, ropes binding her till her skin blazed red.
'How'd I end up like this...'
She accepted it now. At first, shame and pride stung—but hey, it was fine.
'Yeah. I'm still Eun Seol.'
At work, to colleagues, on SNS: aloof, alluring career woman.
Only before Hyunwoo did she turn masochistic slut. Abused body and mind, deriving ecstasy from humiliation.
"Aah..."
She'd sensed it vaguely, but full admission lightened her. Dual-faced maso, just as the Work System described—spot on.
"Sp... spank me. Deputy Manager Lee..."
Pride tossed aside. Shameful, but she voiced her desire clear.
Blunt now, she thrust her ass back. Yoga called it cat pose—but this was pure pleasure chase. Nothing else.
"Nah. Can't cook, but full of demands."
Her hard-won plea crumpled her ego; he trampled the remnants without mercy.
"Th... then tell me what to do..."
"Figure it out yourself."
"Eek..."
She bit her cherry lips. Furious, but she was the desperate one—always. After agonizing,
face flushing at the mere thought, she
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grabbed her cheeks with both hands and spread them wide. Her tight pussy parted, love juices squelching lewdly.
Pink innards fully exposed to Hyunwoo's gaze. After the torturous tease, her entrance spasmed open and shut.
Ass spread so wide, even her dangling anus winked shyly.
"Tor... torment my body however... Deputy Manager Lee."