Chapter 29

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 28

Chapter Title: Workshop Tease

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- Vroom

A white SUV ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sped down the wide-open road. It was brand new, straight off the lot, with blue sponges still taped to every door. A top-selling model you saw everywhere on the streets, but the heavy tint made it impossible to see inside.

"Haa... that new car smell."

Of course, from inside, the view outside was crystal clear. Hyunwoo was heading to the workshop venue, buzzing with excitement over his first-ever car. The weekday road, past rush hour, was nearly empty. He floored the accelerator without a thought for breaking in the engine.

Maybe that's why he arrived a bit earlier than scheduled.

"Oh, Deputy Manager Yi, you're here?"

Stepping into the seminar hall, he spotted Eun Seol bustling about with preparations. True to form, she wore her signature high-waisted skirt paired with a blouse—sleek, confident, accentuating her curves.

"Yeah, hi. Looks like you're swamped with setup."

With company folks around, Hyunwoo kept it polite.

"Just wrapping up a few things. Catch you later."

Eun Seol played it cool too, mindful of the eyes on them. As she turned to go with a quick nod,

- Smack

Hyunwoo couldn't resist. He gave her ass a quick slap under the table. Even through the skirt, it sounded like skin on skin—crisp and fleshy.

Eun Seol jumped, glancing around frantically. Luckily, pre-workshop, the hall was sparsely populated. She let out a relieved sigh, shot him a glare, and headed back to her spot.

'Dressed just like I told her.'

It felt like slapping bare skin. She'd followed his orders: thin skirt, thong panties. He savored the firm bounce against his palm, his cock stiffening so much he couldn't stand for a while.

"Yawn..."

'This is getting boring.'

True to her style, Eun Seol's workshop stuck strictly to the agenda. She'd brought in experts on recent inter-agency scandals, model media responses, and packed the schedule tight.

'Thought it'd be a chill break.'

Hyunwoo had planned to zone out and kill time. This was an unexpected hurdle.

'Gonna give her an earful later.'

"That concludes the first day of the 'Media Response Capacity Building Workshop.' Dinner and drinks follow, so please gather at the hotel restaurant on the first floor."

'Finally over.'

Zombie-like, the employees shuffled out per Eun Seol's guidance. Hyunwoo glanced back—there was Seo Jin-ah, who'd sat through it beside her husband, Lee Byung-joo.

- Murmur murmur

They'd booked out the entire residence hotel restaurant—no other guests. Hyunwoo eyed Byung-joo and Jin-ah from the back, then swiftly claimed the seat across from Jin-ah as they sat.

"Well, if it isn't the tall, handsome new groom?"

"Ah, Yi Hyunwoo. It's been forever."

"Yeah, been swamped lately. How about you?"

"Same old—settlement season coming up, total chaos. Barely snuck out here 'cause Deputy Manager Eun insisted."

"Work, newlywed bliss—busy times, huh? Oh, Jin-ah, hi there."

"Ah... hello, Deputy Manager Yi."

After formal chit-chat with Byung-joo, Hyunwoo greeted Jin-ah casually. She'd tensed up the moment he appeared but forced a calm face to reply.

"Heard Deputy Manager Lee Byung-joo is super passionate about work lately. Tax Team Leader can't stop singing your praises."

Mid small talk, the Accounting Team Section Chief beside Hyunwoo chimed in, eyeing Byung-joo.

'Heh heh.'

Checking Byung-joo's status via the work system, Hyunwoo chuckled inwardly. After Hyunwoo turned him into a eunuch, he'd seemed on the verge of becoming a shut-in, but he'd channeled it into workaholism. High innate [Mental], maybe?

'Overcoming impotence critical with workaholic grind. Wow...'

One moment a total sexual cripple, but his class pulled through—he overcame it himself.

"A toast to our Deputy Manager Lee Byung-joo~"

"Cheers!"

Servers set grills on tables, searing pre-cooked meat. Employees raised glasses everywhere, toasting. With one or two per department per Eun Seol's plan, it felt more like casual mingling than a team dinner.

At Hyunwoo's table, Section Chief Choi from Jin-ah's team led the charge. A notorious boozehound, company legend. Hyunwoo usually dreaded drinking with types like him, but tonight was different.

"Kaaah."

"Byung-joo, you okay? Eat some meat, slow down on the drinks."

"Huh? Haha, praises at work, loving wife at home. Gotta down another with Deputy Manager Yi."

Worried as Byung-joo matched Choi's pace shot after shot, Jin-ah gazed at her husband anxiously beside him. Wrapping ssam, feeding him meat—they looked like the picture-perfect newlyweds.

'Sexless newlyweds, that is.'

Hyunwoo downed the glass Choi poured, then pretended to sip water while spitting booze into his tumbler. A go-to for grueling dinners, handy as ever tonight.

"Kuh..."

Unlike Hyunwoo, Byung-joo slammed soju nonstop without a chaser—face already beet red.

"Th-thank you, Section Chief Choi. So flattering at work... don't know where to put myself. Haha."

Truth was, Byung-joo wasn't a heavy drinker either. He kept his handsome face sharp with weight control.

But after Hyunwoo's system turned him into a non-eunuch eunuch, his work obsession grew. He dove into dinners too. His looks faded: puffy cheeks, sallow skin.

The work system's status confirmed it.

"Never knew Deputy Manager Byung-joo could hold his liquor like this, haha. Met your match today."

"Nah, Section Chief, haha. Let me pour you one too."

They traded shots seamlessly. Thanks to them entertaining each other, Hyunwoo focused on Jin-ah across from him.

"Eek!"

Jin-ah flinched as something slithered up her calf like a snake. Undeterred, Hyunwoo's leg slid up her slim calf, delving into the plush valley of her thighs.

'No.... stop....'

She signaled desperately at Hyunwoo, protesting, but

"Hah!"

his big toe had reached the soft folds between her thighs.

'Oh?'

He'd figured the [Master-Servant Relationship] meant no penalties, but Jin-ah stared back rigidly.

'Husband's right there, huh?'

Though evolved from [Private Gathering] to [Master-Servant], her [Love] for her husband remained. Disgust at being toyed with in front of him dropped her [Obedience].

'Eh, [Obedience] can be fixed later.'

Regardless, his toe kept teasing her folds over her panties.

"Haa... uh... haa..."

"Honey, you okay? Don't get wasted yet, haha."

Oblivious to the torment under the table, Byung-joo clinked glasses happily with Section Chief Choi.

"Y-yeah... Byung-joo, I'm feeling a buzz. Gonna step out for air."

"Yeah, go ahead. Night's young, haha. Right, Section Chief Choi?"

"Damn right. Rooms are ready—drink up ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and crash."

Jin-ah felt pathetic, her husband clueless and swept up in the vibe. But unwilling to endure more beside him, she bolted outside.

- Wipe wipe

Hyunwoo cleaned the slick from Jin-ah's juices off his toe with a wet wipe from the table. She'd acted reluctant, but her body, amplified by the system's [Lust] for sex, had gushed sticky nectar through her panties.

"Haha, gotta hit the john."

Eyes locked on her exit, Hyunwoo slipped away while Byung-joo and Choi chatted.

'Nowhere to run.'

He soon found her at a small gazebo by the lodge entrance. Deep in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the mountains, nothing around. Already tipsy, driving off wasn't an option. No escape from Hyunwoo.

"Jin-ah, party's in full swing. What're you doing out here?"

"Haa..."

She sighed deeply at Hyunwoo pursuing her even outside.

"Please, Deputy Manager Yi... not in front of Byung-joo."

Her face blank, she warned him. Ignoring it,

"Eek!"

Hyunwoo shoved his right hand roughly between her legs. His fingers grazed her slit; her panties already soaked, wetting his hand.

"Hmm? This sloppy and you talk big? Got off hard next to hubby's, didn't you?"

"Nngh... no. It's not like that."

"Then what's this?"

- Stretch

Pulling out, he stretched the sticky strands of her nectar before her eyes.

"..."

"Suck it."

"Pardon?"

"Punishment for lying. Suck it right here."

"Wh-what? Coworkers are right there. Deputy Manager Yi... not here. Please..."

"Suck it—or next to your husband?"

"Please... I'll do it good at a motel? After workshop? Please?"

Mentioning even that dingy motel she hated showed her desperation.

"Serve now, and I forgive the attitude. Suck. Now."

Thanks to the [Master-Servant Relationship], even absurd orders worked—as long as she bore the [Obedience] penalty.

"Hic... hic..."

Tears streamed from her big eyes under his relentless pressure.

- Zip

Finally, she unzipped him, pulling out his rock-hard cock.

- Lick lick

Warm breath and soft tongue teased his glans, tickling sweetly.

- Grip

"Mmph! Mmmph!"

Unable to endure her teasing oral, Hyunwoo grabbed her nape with both hands and yanked. His oversized shaft choked her.

"Mmph... glurk... slurp... smack smack."

Humans adapt, they say? Gagging at first, now trained through "sessions," Jin-ah deepthroated him effortlessly, tongue writhing lewdly.

"Mmm..."

Her blowjob needed work, but ten meters from coworkers partying? The thrill sent chills of climax rushing in.

"Sluuurp smack..."

'Just a bit more...'

- So anyway...

- Hahaha!

- Flinch

Suddenly, voices—partygoers stepping out—echoed behind Hyunwoo.

"Mmph... mmph!"

'No no!'

Caught sucking another man's cock—married with husband inside—by coworkers? Unthinkable. She tried pulling off at the voices, but Hyunwoo held firm.

"Didn't say stop."

'Please please.'

Backed against the gazebo pillar, his silhouette was hidden, but they were too close. Eyes pleading up at him, his face stayed resolute.

"Man, Deputy Manager Eun Seol's been smoking hot lately, right?"

"Hot as hell. Killer body. But that fierce vibe? Not my type. Jin-ah looked prettier today."

"Crazy bastard. Hitting on a married woman—Byung-joo's wide awake."

"What? Just saying."

"True, innocent beauty face. And those huge tits as a twist."

"Saw that super front? Dressed way sluttier lately. Nearly died horny."

"Damn, jealous of Deputy Manager Byung-joo."

- Mmph... mmm...

"Fuck, getting me hard... Hey, hear that?"

The two, smoking and vulgar-talking, caught Jin-ah's ragged breaths around his cock and approached the gazebo.

- Step step

Any second now, they'd see Hyunwoo behind the pillar—and Jin-ah with his dick in her mouth.