Chapter 75
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 74
Chapter Title: Midnight Office Exposure
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- Heh heh heh, what’s this? A total pervert slut’s shown up? Not half bad, huh?
“P...Please don’t say that, M...Master...”
Hyunwoo’s unfiltered crude talk shocked Hye-ri, tears welling up in her wide eyes.
- Name.
“K...Kim Hye-ri...”
‘Age and where you live? Nah, just pull out your ID. Take a pic so it shows on screen.’
Having her personal info completely exposed to a total stranger...
Hye-ri’s mind kept screaming at her to refuse, but her body couldn’t defy her master’s words. Like she was under hypnosis, she pulled her ID from her bag.
In the end, Hye-ri held up her ID to the camera. She’d done it once at first because of Hyunwoo’s orders, but now she was utterly submissive to this faceless master, beyond his commands.
‘No... it’s over now...’
- What? You’re twenty? Heh heh heh, not just flashing already—you’re straight-up stripping and strutting around?
Hye-ri had no idea how to react to Hyunwoo’s ridiculous quip.
- So, what do you do now? Still in school?
“Right now... I’m interning at a company...”
- A company? Where? Close to home?
“Yes... not too far.”
Hyunwoo, her actual mentor, shamelessly grilled her like he knew nothing, even though he knew full well.
Hye-ri had no clue her master was Hyunwoo—they were the same person, but she didn’t know. Still, she obediently revealed her body and personal details to this stranger.
Hyunwoo couldn’t tell if Hye-ri was stupid or fearless. She’d been sly as a fox at first, but now she was completely in his grasp, spilling everything to a nobody.
- Then head to the office now. Call me back on video when you get there.
Click.
“Ah...”
The master on screen cut off abruptly after saying his piece. But Hye-ri hurried to the office anyway, not wanting to upset him.
He’d call her to the office anyway since he planned to pull an all-nighter, so Hyunwoo returned to his desk. In the meantime, the top brass, Go Eun, had already clocked out.
“Good work.”
“See you tomorrow.”
The second the team leader left, the rest of the team bolted like they’d been waiting. Hyunwoo was left alone in the office. Even the last holdouts doing overtime finally left, leaving only his desk light on in the entire company.
- Thud... thud...
‘She’s here!’
- Shuffle...
The footsteps—probably Hye-ri’s—had Hyunwoo quickly flick off his desk lamp. The office plunged into total darkness.
He slipped quietly to a corner, waiting for her video call.
“S...Scary... Hng...”
The empty office felt worlds apart from during work hours. Aside from emergency exit lights and the elevator hall bulbs, it was pitch black.
Vrrr...
The bustling daytime office was now a dark, silent void broken only by the intermittent hum of the vents.
Clack... clack...
Hye-ri used her phone’s flashlight to barely make it to her desk and sank into her chair. Flicking on the lamp flooded her space with light.
“Phew...”
Only then did she exhale in relief and immediately call her master to follow orders.
- Yeah. You there?
“Yes, Master. This is my spot.”
Intern Kim Hye-ri
She snapped a pic of her nameplate for proof.
‘What have I done... I just gave away my actual workplace...’
Hye-ri regretted it too late—she’d exposed her face, nude body, name, address, and now her office.
But oddly, instead of pure anxiety, a strange thrill bubbled up from her lower belly.
“Haa...”
Her hot, sticky exhale carried a lewd undertone.
Her master didn’t miss it.
- Pervert bitch, you’re already turned on alone in your daily office?
“N...No! I’m just scared... and tense...”
- Oh yeah? Then I gotta get you excited quick.
- Strip. All of it.
“Huh?”
- Strip, I said.
“B...But this is the... office...”
- So what? No one’s here. You defying me?
“N...No... I’ll do it, Master...”
Unable to resist her faceless master’s command, Hye-ri peeled off her clothes one by one.
Swish... swish...
Thud, patter.
Top, bottoms, bra, panties—all hit the office floor. Soon fully nude, she checked her phone screen again.
She’d kept her mask on before, hiding her face while showing her body. Now her face was fully exposed, stark naked.
If that guy beyond the screen uploaded this online...
‘No...’
Her life would be ruined.
“M...Master... you won’t... upload this anywhere, right?”
- Why? Worried now? Depends on how you behave.
“Please... don’t...”
- Then quit yapping, drop your hands, and stand straight.
“Yes... Master.”
She removed the hands barely covering her chest and crotch. Her full nude body filled the phone camera.
Not huge, but pert breasts, flawless pale skin. Slim waist, juicy thighs. In her daily office, Hye-ri was utterly bare.
Her flushed cheeks—tension or arousal?—stoked Hyunwoo’s sadism.
‘Ugh... cold...’
Exposed skin shivered against the air.
She glanced around the emergency-lit office. Just hours ago, packed with coworkers—now her naked there.
‘No one’ll come, right?’
If an overtime worker saw? Or a patrolling guard dropped by? The anxiety mixed with thrilling tension.
Employees working busily... versus her nude. Her breathing grew ragged with the bizarre excitement.
“Haa... Eut...”
- Already feeling it? How much of a perv are you?
“No... Heut... No...”
- Yeah? Then spread your pussy lips. Lemme check.
Squelch...
Obeying, Hye-ri gingerly parted her tightly clenched folds with index and middle fingers. Barefaced, the humiliation hit harder than with the mask.
“Heuk...”
Under the lamp, juices trailing down her thighs glistened slickly.
- Why not just admit it? You’re an exhibitionist.
“...”
Deep down, Hye-ri knew. The rush of strolling braless, masturbating in the men’s room. Men’s gazes raking her, the edge of getting caught—it melted her brain with arousal.
‘Am... I really a perv?’
But the confident girl who’d weaponized her looks since childhood, always dominating guys—her pride wouldn’t let her accept she was an exhibitionist.
- Still in denial? Give me a nude office tour then.
“N...No way...”
- Move it, now!
Clack... clack...
As expected, she couldn’t refuse. Her heels echoed sharply in the silent office.
“Haa... haa...”
One hand still covering chest and crotch, she scanned warily for intruders.
- Hands off.
But her master wasn’t having it.
“Eung...”
Clack... clack...
Breasts and pussy fully exposed, Hye-ri walked the office corridor.
Bare except for heels—liberation from constraints, tension, chilling pleasure all at once.
‘Why... why’s it turning me on...’
Parading nude in her workplace felt criminal, guilt gnawing. But even that twisted into pleasure.
She went from hesitant to strutting confidently down the dark hall, owning her nude runway.
Small face, long limbs—not fully mature, but fresh and vibrant. Her nude body glowed softly like moonlight in the dim office.
As Hye-ri reveled in her nude catwalk...
- Thud... thud...
Footsteps from the corridor’s end.
“Eek!”
A flashlight beam—patrolling guard?—from afar.
- Heh heh heh, now what, perv girl?
Her clothes were back at her desk, too far—running would make noise.
Standing still? The light approached.
‘What do I do, what...’
Nude college intern in empty office. Reported to cops? Or the guard... pins her down and rapes her? She had no defense.
Panicking, Hye-ri dove under a nearby desk. Bare knees hit the cold floor.
“Aak!”
The chill drew an involuntary moan.
That sound? The guard’s steady steps halted abruptly.
- Thud... thud...
Heading right for her hiding spot.
‘No no no...’
Peeking out, the guard neared the desk next to hers.
“Hmm... I swear I heard something.”
Shining his light under desks one by one, closing in.
- Thud... thud...
Right beside her now—the footsteps rang clear.
He checked the adjacent desk...
- Vrrr...
The ceiling vent kicked on.
“Just the vent?”
Confirming it overhead, the guard soon...
- Thud... thud...
...moved on.
Thud.
“Haaang...”
Tension snapped; Hye-ri collapsed, legs jelly. The floor was soaked like she’d peed—her juices.
- Hahaha, that thrill was insane. But you... cum yet?
As her master said, collapsed and shuddering. Imagining a father-aged guard leering at her nude—she’d tipped over the edge.
“Haa... N...No... Heuk... Nooo...”
Twitch... twitch...
Her body betrayed her words, convulsing nonstop.
‘I want it, I want it so bad...’
Squelch... squelch... splurt...
Outdoor exposure wasn’t enough; her slender fingers frantically rubbed her sopping folds. Guard gone, tension released—she forgot this was the office, lost in heat.
“Heuk... Heut... Eut... Fuck meee... Master...”
Her master’s huge cock flashed in mind. She pictured it ravaging her pussy and walls.
- Who said you could masturbate? Stand up now!
Beyond the screen, her master shook that very cock. Hye-ri ogled it briefly in bliss before stopping and rising at his command.
- Perfect, something good right there. Rub on that corner, perv bitch.
Her hazy eyes caught the desk edge—rounded smoothly, ideal for her heated body.
Creeeak... creak... creak...
“Haaang... So gooood... Heut haa... Hng Master...”
Like fucking, she lewdly bucked her hips, grinding her crotch on the edge.
Squelch... squelch... splurt...
The dark office filled with creaking desk and wet, obscene grinding.
“Hng... Heung... Goood... So goooood!”
Grinding rhythmically on a stranger’s desk nude, she climaxed soon after.
Twitch... twitch... twitch...
Clinging to the edge, whole body quaking. Deviating in her daily office dwarfed her sneaky men’s room wanks—electric pleasure overwhelmed her.
As the long orgasm faded...
“Haa... haaa... aaah...”
She peeled her crotch off.
Splurt...
Her juices, frothed white by her hip thrusts, clung stickily to the edge.
- Pant... pant...
Her master, watching her jerk-off show, had blown his load too.
- That’s it for tonight, Kim Hye-ri. Wait for my call.
“Yesss... Maaaster...”
Now calling her by name, this faceless master—Hye-ri already craved his next order.
Click.
Video call ended. Heading back to dress...
Grip!
Suddenly, rough hands seized her breasts from behind.
“Kyaaak!!”
Her scream echoed through the office.