Chapter 129
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 128
Chapter Title: Jealous Pursuit
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"Hnnngh... I just... said hello... haaah..."
Even as Hyunwoo ground against both her pussy and her asshole at the same time, Eun Seol refused to say a word about what she'd seen from Go-eun today.
Her pussy lips were slick with her juices, so that was one thing, but shoving his finger straight into her unprepared asshole should've been pretty painful. Yet despite the torment that left no room for even gentle caresses, Eun Seol endured it all—thanks to her innate [True Masochist] tendencies.
'Has she really not noticed?'
Hyunwoo knew full well how sharp Eun Seol's instincts were, so he'd figured she'd picked up on something off about Go-eun's behavior today.
But even under this level of abuse, with tears welling in her eyes, she put on an innocent face like she had no idea what he was talking about. It seemed she truly hadn't caught Go-eun's dirty little secret.
"Fine. Head back to the office."
Hyunwoo pulled his thumb and index finger out from where they'd been rubbing her pussy and asshole.
"Oop... oop..."
The fingers that had so thoroughly toyed with her insides now pried open her lips—painted with meticulously applied red tint—and invaded her mouth.
They were the same fingers that had just been rummaging through her filthy holes, but Eun Seol only trembled with masochistic excitement, sucking them clean with devotion.
'Ugh... weird taste.'
They were his own body fluids, sure, but there was something indescribably off about the flavor from fingers that had stirred her pussy and ass so roughly.
Eun Seol cleaned his fingers spotless with her tongue and lips.
Hyunwoo roughly wiped his saliva-drenched hand on her flesh-colored T-panties and skirt. The skirt, which had rolled around on the stairwell floor, was now stained with sticky saliva.
Even a glance at the embroidered logo showed it was designer wear, but Eun Seol didn't seem to care.
'Hmph, you better brace yourself, Team Leader Go-eun.'
Go-eun, strutting around the office like a cheap slut on her subordinate's orders, with something shoved up her ass.
Eun Seol zipped up her skirt—now dirtied with her own saliva and stairwell dust—and pondered how she might torment Go-eun, now that she had her dirty secret in hand.
Of course, there was one thing she needed to confirm first.
Go-eun's high heels and Hyunwoo's dress shoes struck the smooth marble floor, sending crisp echoes through the surroundings.
The two maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far—perfectly ordinary for a team leader and her team member—as they left the office building.
"See you tomorrow, Team Leader."
"Yeah, good work, Deputy Yi."
They exchanged formal farewells and parted ways in opposite directions. Hyunwoo headed to the parking lot, Go-eun toward the main entrance.
'Hmm...'
Eun Seol, who had been secretly tailing them from the office, paused to decide whom to follow. She quickly made up her mind and stuck to Go-eun's trail.
Go-eun passed through the main gate and stepped fully outside. She stopped at the bus stop, seemingly planning to take the bus.
But moments later, an SUV—still carrying a faint new-car smell—pulled up in front of her instead. Go-eun climbed into the passenger seat with practiced ease, like she'd been expecting it.
'That car...'
It was definitely Hyunwoo's. Eun Seol remembered giving him grief when he first got it, teasing him for buying a domestic model instead of something foreign. Deep down, though, she'd felt a thrill, assuming he'd rushed to buy it just to give her rides.
Of course, expecting that kind of sweetness from Hyunwoo had been pure delusion on her part. Still, she'd memorized the license plate, so she knew for sure it was his car carrying Go-eun.
"Taxi!"
Hailing one in a hurry, Eun Seol told the driver,
"Sir, please follow that SUV up ahead."
She tailed Hyunwoo and Go-eun wherever they went. Whether it was rage at Hyunwoo meeting another woman, or jealousy toward Go-eun—who she hated to admit was more alluring than her—Eun Seol bit her lower lip hard as she glared at the SUV ahead.
Her pride stung.
Hyunwoo's car pulled up in front of an officetel not far from the office. The two got out and headed inside together. Go-eun punched in the door code, and they vanished into the building.
'No!'
Eun Seol jumped out of the taxi and dashed toward the entrance, trying to slip in before the door closed.
But frustratingly, the automatic door shut right in front of her.
"Ugh..."
Stuck outside, she stamped her foot in frustration. Luckily, another resident soon opened the door to enter, and she slipped in naturally.
'10th floor!'
The elevator had stopped there—it had to be Go-eun's floor. Memorizing it, Eun Seol rode up to the same level.
Stepping out, she faced two doors: one to the right, one to the left.
'Which one? Come on.'
"Haa."
Letting out a deep sigh, Eun Seol hesitated before checking that no one was around. She pressed her body against the right door and cupped her ear to it.
What was she so desperate for, obsessing over Hyunwoo going to an officetel with another woman? Her pride was wounded, but at some point, sheer stubbornness had kicked in. She had to know for sure if those two were screwing around.
Her heart raced at the thought of someone catching her like this. Amid the pounding of her pulse and the occasional elevator hum,
A familiar voice brushed her ear.
'It's this one!'
Her instincts were spot-on; Go-eun's voice came from the right door. Sounds of a brief scuffle followed,
Then came lewd moans utterly unlike Go-eun's usual demeanor, ringing clear in Eun Seol's ear outside the door. It was undeniable proof.
She'd suspected as much, but hearing their relationship confirmed with her own ears turned suspicion into solid fact.
Whether from shock or released tension, Eun Seol crumpled into a squat in front of Go-eun's door.
'That jerk...'
To impress Hyunwoo, Eun Seol had amped up her workouts and diet even more than before, sculpting a perfect figure without a single gram of excess fat through obsessive maintenance.
When he commanded it, she'd worn humiliating lingerie, gotten her pubic hair waxed into a heart shape, even shoved a vibrator into her pussy anywhere, anytime, submitting to him fully.
That was nothing. She'd let him bind her whole body with ropes and cuffs, spank her everywhere with hands and sticks, drip hot wax all over her skin. She'd stripped naked on SNS and adult streams—face hidden, of course—treated like a horny bitch in heat.
It was humiliating, shameful, agonizing. No one had ever treated her so roughly. It felt like her pride was crumbling to dust.
Yet...
The stinging on her ass, the crude insults from faceless men, Hyunwoo's brutal, merciless sex—they all set her body ablaze with electric thrills.
Once she accepted her twisted tendencies, she couldn't escape Hyunwoo—not when he slept with other women and wouldn't look only at her.
Was it the [Lover Relationship] from the work system binding her, or had she truly fallen for him? Either way, the jealousy burning toward Go-eun, who had stolen the spot at his side, was real.
She hated her. Go-eun, so charismatic as a team leader at the office, yet secretly walking around with filthy toys jammed in her ass.
Why did Eun Seol's anger at Hyunwoo's cheating turn toward Go-eun instead?
As her SNS obsession showed, Eun Seol was a natural attention whore at heart. She couldn't accept her "boyfriend" Hyunwoo giving his attention to other women.
Early on, she'd shown her jealousy openly. But Hyunwoo had beaten it out of her with forceful training sessions. Of course, innate nature doesn't change that easily.
Unable to lash out at Hyunwoo, Eun Seol redirected her envy toward the other female employees flirting with him.
It was just displaced rage, but if she didn't vent it this way, her last shreds of self-respect might shatter completely. Her subconscious was protecting itself by aiming its arrows elsewhere.
Sorting her thoughts, Eun Seol left Go-eun's officetel without looking back. Even after she was gone, Go-eun's pitiful moans leaked through the door all night long.
The digital clock by the bed blared its shrill electronic tone.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Irritably silencing the alarm, Go-eun dragged her limp, sweat-soaked body out of bed like wet cotton.
To make her dawn swim and get to the office on time, she had to get ready and leave now. It was her ironclad routine, unbroken for 365 days a year—but lately, keeping that promise to herself was getting harder.
"Yawn..."
Hyunwoo, the intruder disrupting her disciplined life, woke to the alarm too. His face looked far more refreshed than hers.
"You up, sis?"
Whether from lingering sleepiness or the heat of last night, Hyunwoo dropped the stiff "Team Leader" title for the first time, calling her affectionately.
"S... sis?"
"You are older than me by four years, right?"
"Well... four years isn't that much. They say it doesn't even count for compatibility..."
Four years older than Hyunwoo, Go-eun was secretly sensitive about her age. His casual jab at her sore spot furrowed her brow.
"Just... call me by name."
Go-eun was a woman too, after all. She didn't want constant reminders of her creeping age, yet here was oblivious Hyunwoo bringing it up.
"Your name? Uh... still feels kinda weird."
Not liking his response, Go-eun yanked open the closet in a huff. She threw on simple workout clothes and grabbed her swim bag.
"I'm going swimming then straight to work. Do whatever."
Without even glancing back at Hyunwoo, she stormed out of the officetel. She was clearly pissed.
"Pfft."
A sulky Go-eun? When they first met, he'd thought she was some emotionless ice queen. But the closer they got, the more he realized she was just a normal woman.
Her work skills outshone everyone else's, but this was uncharted territory for men. Deciding he'd have to soothe his team leader at the office, Hyunwoo gathered his scattered clothes from her floor and got dressed.
"Hnnngh... hah... haaang..."
Lee Byung-joo woke again to his wife Seo Jin-ah's moans from the same bed.
Seo Jin-ah tried to muffle herself, doing something sneaky without waking her husband. But with Byung-joo right beside her, how could he not notice?
For weeks now, without fail every night, his wife would moan breathlessly, rubbing her hands and thighs together under the covers.
'Haa... damn it.'
Unable to control her arousal, Seo Jin-ah soothed herself every night after her husband fell asleep with clumsy masturbation, hand shoved between her legs.
He couldn't pinpoint when it started, but Byung-joo guessed it was after that modest housewarming with Hyunwoo.
"Hngh... hah... hnnngh..."
As his wife's moans grew rougher, Byung-joo's despair deepened. Once again, he kept his eyes shut, pretending to sleep until her self-pleasure ended.
Byung-joo, wracked with profound frustration. Seo Jin-ah, unable to quench her boiling lust with amateur fingering. Neither could sleep well into the deep night.