Chapter 66

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 65

Chapter Title: Organization Innovation TF Team

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Using break times and lunch hours at the office for sex, and after clocking out, pounding away like a madman until he passed out, Hyunwoo finally managed to rack up 150 employment contracts.

Thanks to that, Seo Jin-ah, Eun Seol, and Kim Hye-ri had to come running at his slightest summons, taking his cock inside them like living onaholes.

'But it's getting harder and harder to earn them...'

The [Employment Contract] was clearly a reward tied to the female employees' [Satisfaction]. They were granted whenever sex pushed their [Satisfaction] higher.

'Back in the day, I'd get a few just from making them cum two or three times...'

Sex mattered, sure, but Hyunwoo believed storytelling was just as crucial. Lately, though, their romps had felt utterly routine.

After work, he'd call Hye-ri over to his place, or fuck Eun Seol at her officetel. With Seo Jin-ah, he'd sneak into her newlywed home whenever Lee Byung-joo was out. But it was all stuff they'd done before.

Of course, banging stunning women he could've never even chatted up before wasn't something he hated. Still, it left him wanting more.

Like that workshop blowjob from Seo Jin-ah right outside a restaurant full of coworkers. Or popping drunk Kim Hye-ri's cherry next to Choi Hyun-min, zonked out from pills. Even he had to admit those setups were hot as hell.

'No wonder. If I'm not fully into it, how could my partner be satisfied?'

Was this the limit of mechanical thrusting just to squeeze out one more [Employment Contract], without that genuine thrill from a killer scenario? Hyunwoo figured as much.

'But that's not the priority right now.'

What mattered now wasn't maxing out Satisfaction for Eun Seol, Seo Jin-ah, or Kim Hye-ri. It was targeting Choi Go-eun. Mess this up, and he could be fired in a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠few months flat. He'd tackle that issue later.

"Whew... time to get started."

With enough contracts stockpiled, Hyunwoo set out to find the office blabbermouths—the ones who broadcast everything like human megaphones. And then:

- "Section Chief Choi, doesn't all that make me S-grade for performance review?"

- "Deputy Manager Kim, I'm the top performer among our cohort, right?"

- "Team Leader, you remember how well I supported last year? I'm the best at my level, haha!"

"Haa... fuck..."

A brutal wave of post-nut clarity crashed over him. Hyping himself up out loud made his teeth itch like crazy.

'Gotta hand it to politicians—they're something else.'

He suddenly respected them for plastering themselves in gold like that. Shameless admiration, sure. Blushing beet red, he spread tales of his own greatness(?) to every gossip in the building.

Naturally, he sealed [Employment Contract - Calumny] deals with them all.

He had no clue exactly what "Slightly High" trust entailed, but it wasn't outright impossible like claiming "I'm the CEO." Hyunwoo hoped it'd build him a decent rep.

'I've done all I can. Time to wait.'

After nonstop sex and rumor-mongering since Choi Go-eun's return, Hyunwoo decided to catch his breath and await results. Sure, skipping actual work for banging and opinion-shaping stirred some guilt.

'How many people even work here anyway.'

Thinking of deadweight employees everywhere, he deluded himself into believing he was truly S-grade, just like the rumors.

And the big day drew near.

- Murmur murmur

Around 10 a.m., the office buzzed over the personnel transfer notice posted on the intranet.

- Click

Hyunwoo's heart raced as he clicked the document.

'Organization Innovation TF Team, huh...'

Her Psychological Message from the work system. Choi Go-eun had clearly known her assignment before even returning.

Regular review season meant transfers for tons of team leaders, division heads, and rank-and-file alike. Pages upon pages of notices.

And at the tail end, Hyunwoo spotted his name.

"Yes!"

'Nailed it!'

His thick-skinned grind to pump up his office rep had paid off—he'd landed on Choi Go-eun's TF Team.

'Organization Innovation TF Team, though...'

TF stood for Task Force, originally a military term for mobile special units. Now it was corporate jargon for "special task organization."

They spun up TF teams for audits, system builds, whatever crisis hit. But "Organization Innovation" upfront? That screamed trouble. Big trouble.

Innovation was antithetical to public institutions from the jump. Born as government contractors for state projects.

Early on, dispatched civil servants ran the show, importing bureaucratic culture wholesale: seniority rules all, rigid top-down obedience, inefficient processes. Promotions hinged on politics over performance.

Hyunwoo's agency embodied every public sector vice. New execs knew it, too—kicking off with "innovation" was tradition.

'Fuck this innovation bullshit. Innovation birds.'

New CEOs caught innovation fever like clockwork, migrating back yearly like swallows. "Adopt flat, freewheeling tech giant structures!" As if that'd fly in a public agency.

'If it did, we'd be Apple, and I'd be Steve Jobs.'

Innovation was just makework for makework's sake. Why everyone gagged at the word.

And now Choi Go-eun was helming organization innovation?

He'd heard wild rumors of her elite skills, but could she deliver the "organization innovation" she craved? Hyunwoo doubted it.

'This is gonna suck...'

It reeked of a thankless hellhole: all pain, zero gains. Blunt take from Hyunwoo, low seniority or not.

'But no choice.'

Fail to bag Choi Go-eun, and it was termination in three months. No room to nitpick departments.

"Deputy Manager Lee, see the new transfers? You're on there."

"Seriously, you must've impressed the top brass. Innovation TF is CEO's pet project."

"Eek... Deputy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Manager Lee, you're leaving us?"

Team Leader and the crew, including Kim Hye-ri, fixated on his transfer.

"Beats me... no idea how this happened."

Hyunwoo played dumb with a blank stare. They'd buried him in work before, but post-system tweaks, things mellowed. Kinda sad to go.

And...

'Hye-ri's here, too.'

Her bubbly 20-year-old energy lit up the drab office. Just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠watching her, plus those glove-like hands he'd enjoyed nonstop during breaks and lunch, made leaving sting.

Still, he packed for the move, shoving aside regrets.

"Let me help, Deputy Manager Lee."

Hye-ri looked ready to cry but pitched in anyway.

"Not far. Same building."

"Still..."

She served an app stranger as "Master," yet acted like they were star-crossed lovers parting forever.

'Ugh... that fake-innocent face makes me wanna give some twisted order.'

Hyunwoo itched to hit the bathroom, app her to drop her panties and masturbate at her desk. But he shelved the urge, grabbed his stuff, and headed to the Organization Innovation TF Team.

Where Choi Go-eun—the woman he had to conquer in three months—awaited.

"Hello. Yi Hyunwoo, Deputy Manager from Management Support Team, newly assigned."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Yi. I'm Choi Go-eun."

'Mr. Yi? Really?'

He had a proper title, yet she went casual with ~ssi. Fine since she outranked him, but colleagues usually used positions for respect.

'Does she skip titles altogether?'

Nope—next employee proved him wrong quick.

"Hi. Park Hye-su, Assistant Manager from the Organization Team, new transfer."

"Nice to meet you, Assistant Manager Park."

'Shit...'

Maybe from ogling her chest at the auditorium? Looked like Choi Go-eun had him pegged already.

'Come on, just a glance at her tits, and this treatment?'

Right there, her rack asserted dominance. She buttoned her sleek black jacket to the top, guarding them primly. Backfired hard.

'Those buttons are begging to pop.'

Head-sized breasts strained the fabric taut, ready to launch like bullets. Gaps between buttons sucked in his gaze like a black hole.

"Ahem!"

'Crap!'

- Zing

Choi Go-eun's eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at his stare.

'Haa...'

Seemed he'd bombed from the jump.

"Now that the team's assembled, let me introduce myself properly. I'm Choi Go-eun, back from overseas and appointed Team Leader of Organization Innovation TF. Pleased to meet you."

She rose from the conference table, greeting her crew. Hyunwoo finally clocked her face properly, not the chest.

Oval egg-shaped face, flawless translucent skin—she could've passed for mid-20s.

Not a stray hair out of place in her impeccable updo screamed perfectionist. Horn-rimmed black glasses sharpened her stern vibe.

Sun-avoider? Porcelain skin, tight little lips with a beauty mark below, huge eyes, thick lashes, piercing gaze that drilled souls.

Eun Seol had seemed haughty, but next to Choi Go-eun, she was just a feisty kitten.

'Tiger... she's a tiger.'

Fierce eyes gave tigress vibes despite her gender.

Outfit nailed her persona: crisp white blouse, knee-length skirt, matching jacket, polished black pumps. The archetype of an ironclad female boss—no blood from a needle prick.