Chapter 81
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: Lingering Emptiness
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Even lying in bed, Choi Go-eun's massive bust asserted its presence over her jacket. The moment he reached to grab those luscious fruits...
"Uuum... cold... it's too cold... and dark..."
Her plaintive voice leaked out, whether from the alcohol or sleep-talking, he couldn't tell. She might have acted unfazed on the outside, but it would be a lie to say she hadn't been scared. Stuck in the mountains, unable to move until sunrise, battling the chill all night long.
"..."
Perhaps because of that unconsciously vulnerable side she showed, Hyunwoo carefully pulled away from her. Once his excitement subsided a bit, the officetel's interior came into view.
Her possessions amounted to a work laptop, the bed, a few sets of similar-style suits, and some cosmetics. The only standout item was a swimsuit. Not even a single family photo in sight.
'What the hell does she even do in her daily life?'
Did she have any life outside of work? Hyunwoo gazed at Choi Go-eun lying on the bed. Her personal life seemed utterly devoid to an extreme degree.
'Nothing but the company, huh.'
Hyunwoo felt like he understood why Choi Go-eun had become such a workaholic. Whatever the reason, some part of her life outside the office was missing. Her officetel felt like an empty space where you couldn't find traces of her as a woman or as an individual.
"Haa..."
Letting out a deep sigh, Hyunwoo finally
-Beep beep beep
-Clank
left the officetel, leaving Choi Go-eun passed out on the bed like she'd fainted. Alone in the officetel after Hyunwoo departed, Choi Go-eun
"Uuum..."
tossed and turned, lost in some dream.
-Thud thud
Hyunwoo walked the streets after leaving Choi Go-eun's officetel.
Why hadn't he taken her? He didn't know. Was it because the Work System's [Psychological Message] hadn't given him certainty? What nonsense. They'd had drinks alone together, gone to her solo-living officetel, gotten decently buzzed on alcohol.
He could tell even without the Work System watching. It was a sure opportunity. And yet
'I just didn't feel like it.'
He knew that failing to conquer Choi Go-eun by the deadline meant dismissal. But that uncharacteristic vulnerability from her, and the constant emptiness of her officetel that kept catching his eye. Did her life really need one more night of reckless play?
Wouldn't his actions just make her life even more miserable? That's what crossed his mind.
'Fuck, what kind of neo-Confucian bullshit mindset is this now?'
He felt self-loathing at his own pathetic hypocrisy. Memories flooded back of what he'd done since gaining administrator authority in the Work System.
Destroying Seo Jin-ah's blissful newlywed life with her beloved husband. Eun Seol, whose face was hidden but whose nude photos and sex videos were leaked. What about Kim Hye-ri? Sure, she had her sly fox side, but he'd drugged and fucked a twenty-year-old virgin college girl next to another doped-up guy.
And now he was pretending to be some saint?
"Kukukuk..."
Irritation boiled up. He couldn't tell if it was at his own lack of ruthlessness or the emptiness he'd felt in Choi Go-eun's officetel, but Hyunwoo decided he needed to vent this surging frustration right now.
And so
-I'm heading home now. Get ready
Hyunwoo sent a message to the target for venting his irritation and lust.
-Slap slap
"Kkuuuk... haaak!"
Her toned, upturned hips collided with the wooden paddle, sending slick sounds echoing everywhere. Unable to hold back from the relentless spanking, Eun Seol let out aroused moans.
'No! Can't make noise...'
Having had quite the fun on Eun Seol's birthday at the hotel, Hyunwoo this time spanked her ass with the door of her officetel wide open.
Just as she'd finished showering and was about to sleep, she'd hastily dressed upon Hyunwoo's text and waited—only for her hands and feet to be bound without resistance.
Her clothes nearly ripped off, Eun Seol lay prone, immobile before the wide-open front door of her own officetel, enduring the spanking on her rear while stifling her moans.
-Splat
It was late night, the officetel dead silent like a ghost town, with only the crisp spanking sounds on Eun Seol's ass ringing down the hallway through the open door.
"Kkuuuk... heuk..."
Unable to let her embarrassing state be seen by neighbors next door, Eun Seol bit her lip to suppress her moans. But more humiliating than the fear of being seen was her body, gushing sticky fluids even in this situation.
'No... it's not...'
Last time, she'd worn a dog collar and crawled down the hotel hallway leashed by Hyunwoo, her crotch soaked shamefully.
But Eun Seol rationalized it. It was just a flustered reaction to her first taste of humiliating play.
Yet today too, bound hand and foot, naked before neighbors who might hear, getting her ass spanked and leaking fluids profusely, her whole body reveled in it.
"No... heuk... nooo..."
"No what? You perverted bitch."
-Squeeze
"S-stop... don't twist thereee..."
Despite Eun Seol's protests, Hyunwoo relentlessly pinched and twisted her complex—inverted nipples—with thumb and index finger.
-Slap slap
Eun Seol lost her mind to the wooden paddle slamming her rear and the fingers tormenting her hidden nipples. If someone passed the hallway now, she could never live here again.
But the more she thought that, the hotter her body burned. Her buried nipples peeked out, erect and proud.
"Kukukuk..."
Eun Seol was indeed fun to torment. Even after crumbling her pride at the hotel, she refused to admit her [True M] trait. Whether due to her other traits [Queen] and [Tsundere], or sheer pride, she wouldn't accept it honestly.
'Does it matter?'
Her other traits didn't concern him. The thrill of finally breaking Eun Seol, who always resisted—that conquest felt so intense, Hyunwoo wondered if he had a [True S] trait himself.
"Stop... close the door, please. Haa... Deputy Hyunwoo..."
"What are you talking about? Keeping it open makes it feel better, right?"
"No... hauk... uuut... nooo..."
-Plunge
"Ah?"
"——!"
Without warning, the sudden full insertion blanked Eun Seol's mind. Followed by excruciating pleasure.
"Uuuk... huuuung!"
Supreme ecstasy made her pussy, ass, and thighs quiver violently.
-Twitch twitch
Her sleek abs tensed to reveal sharp eleven-pack lines; her waist arched like a bow, back muscles bulging.
Eun Seol's convulsing body—sculpted perfectly by Pilates—was in full orgasm.
Unlike a hotel with guest anonymity, this was her home. Desperate not to show this pathetic side here, she clamped her lips shut even at climax, muffling her moans.
'Oh?'
-Plunge plunge
Touched by her effort, Hyunwoo rocked his hips, pulling out his massive cock only to slam it back in repeatedly.
"Huueut... nooo... stop... no more..."
-Squelch squelch
Due to its enormous size, Eun Seol's pussy lips stretched as if tearing. Each withdrawal dragged out pink inner flesh.
Ignoring her pleas, Hyunwoo pounded even harder. Not just her drenched crotch—her entire sweat-slicked skin glistened under the light.
She clenched her fists, nails digging into palms, enduring his rough thrusts, but finally
"Haaaaaaaang!!"
The pent-up aroused moan echoed through the officetel hallway.
'Nooo... don't hear... you can't hear...'
Her mind screamed in despair, but her treacherous body clenched every vaginal fold around his cock, granting Hyunwoo supreme pleasure regardless.
The more he spanked her ass and tormented her inverted nipples, the tighter her pussy squeezed like a hand milking him. That lewd grip pushed Hyunwoo toward climax too.
Seeing Eun Seol who'd already cum multiple times, Hyunwoo held back no longer and
-Spurt spurt
"Auuu.... heuk..."
unloaded sticky semen straight into her depths.
"Huu... huu..."
[User Eun Seol's Affection has increased by 1.]
[User Eun Seol's Affection has increased by 1.]
...
As [Affection] rose, steadily stacking up the [Employment Contract]. Hyunwoo gazed at it contentedly, then
-Drip drip
pulled out and shoved it toward her mouth.
"Uum..."
-Slurp slurp
As always, Hyunwoo made her clean his messy cock coated in fluids and semen. Eun Seol, now accustomed, diligently worked her lips and tongue to polish it spotless.
"Uum..."
After cumming and getting fellatio cleanup, Hyunwoo finally glanced at the wide-open door—thankfully, no signs of anyone. Neighbors must have heard her moans, but no one came out to check the hallway.
"Haa..."
'G-good... that was close...'
Only then did Eun Seol smash her face to the entryway floor in relief, sighing deeply. Her shamefully gaping pussy still oozed creamy white fluid nonstop.
-Splash
-Splash splash
Choi Go-eun cut through the still waters of the empty pool. No matter how tired, she swam every morning like clockwork. She preferred the earliest dawn slot when no one was around.
Like her usual suits, her swimsuit was a one-piece style like athletes wore, covering chest and abs fully.
Even minimizing exposure, its curves blatantly showcased her insane bust's presence.
Not just her bust—her flawless, muscle-free abs, slim waist, and hips straining the suit always drew every man's gaze in the pool.
Because of those burdensome stares, Choi Go-eun favored this deserted dawn time.
She usually sorted out nagging issues or work thoughts while swimming, but today, her mind grew more tangled with every stroke.
'Deputy Yi Hyunwoo...'
She never imagined she'd let one man—anyone—steal so much of her attention. Yi Hyunwoo had just been a capable subordinate who got approvals smoothly. But the unintended accident, their solo drinking session. And
'Haa...'
As if reluctant to recall last night, Choi Go-eun stretched her arms harder, surging forward. Her body sliced cleanly through the water.
What she remembered: a few shots of soju, Hyunwoo laying her in bed, then leaving the officetel.
First time drinking and blacking out in bits, but nothing happened. Her dutiful subordinate safely escorted his team leader home, and she slept. That was it.
No sign of the "what if" she'd feared with Hyunwoo, yet for some reason, Choi Go-eun couldn't forget last night.
Fragmented memories kept resurfacing. Irritation, shame, regret, disappointment—emotions tangled in her head.
Her mind, usually laser-focused on work, was utterly hijacked by one person. It was a first for Choi Go-eun.