Her rational mind overpowered her instincts, wondering if it was okay to do such a lewd thing in a place where she was supposed to be working hard. But only for a moment. The moment he gently licked his tongue over the swollen balls of excitement and then s*cked them in, the threads of reason snapped.   

Unable to control the pleasure spreading through her body, Seol-ah threw her arms around him. The papers on her desk clattered to the floor with a loud crash. An important plan for the project fell to the floor, but it wasn’t enough to stop Hwi-gang and Seol-ah from losing their mind.

Sensing that Seol-ah’s p*ssy was wet enough, Hwi-gang pushed her p*nis into her throbbing p*ssy, the tip of the prec*m hanging down. There was no focus in her eyes, where reason had been cut off and only primal instinct remained. 

Everything around her was blurred and the only thing that remained clear was the pleasure she felt at their mating.   

Half the length of his shaft was thrust into her gasping p*ssy.   

“Scream as loud as you can.” 

“!”

Seol-ah’s eyes widened in surprise at Hwi-gang’s words and she suddenly let out a scream as his p*nis plunged in hard enough to make a popping sound, but Hwi-gang had already anticipated it and swallowed her lips whole.   

He screamed as he cl*maxed but all that came out was a muffled sound.  

* * * 

“Lee Jung-jae! Can’t you hear me?” 

“Huh?” 

“What have you been thinking about? I’ve been calling you, and you didn’t even respond. Are you ignoring me on purpose?”

“N-no, of course not. I really didn’t hear you, Assistant Manager Choi.”

Jung-jae still couldn’t believe that Seol-ah had ended up marrying the senior executive of LJ Electronics. It was so unbelievable that, for a moment, he wondered if she had been seeing both of them behind his back—much like he had once done. But deep down, he knew better. The Seol-ah he had known for the past three years wasn’t the type of person who could do something like that, no matter the circumstances.

‘Sigh, damn it.’

The thought of having to face Seol-ah almost every day—someone he absolutely didn’t want to see—made Jung-jae curse under his breath. He had been so focused on trying to find a way out of the project team that he hadn’t even heard his supervisor calling him.

Choi, the assistant manager, was known for giving new employees a hard time, with rumors that some had even quit because they couldn’t handle the constant harassment.

“Lee Jung-jae, come to the copy room.”

“Huh? Oh, yes, right away.”

Jung-jae replied, his heart sinking. The mention of the copy room made his neck tingle with unease. According to a well-informed colleague, the copy room was where Assistant Manager Choi liked to torment recruits.

There were even rumors that after getting scolded by his superiors, Choi would take it out even more viciously on newcomers. That same colleague had said that as long as you avoided crossing paths with Choi, work-life wouldn’t be so tough. But now, because of Seol-ah, Jung-jae had caught Choi’s attention.

‘Damn it. Just one obstacle after another.’

Jung-jae swallowed hard as the copy room came into view.

‘I worked too hard to get into this company to let this kind of harassment make me quit,’ he thought, steeling himself as he turned the doorknob.

A little while later, Assistant Manager Choi emerged from the copy room, whistling, clearly having vented his stress on Jung-jae. But Jung-jae did not follow him out. Instead, he remained inside, slumped in front of a mountain of paperwork, feeling utterly defeated.

“Before you leave today, shred each of these documents, make sure they’re properly disposed of, and then make 30 copies of the meeting materials over there, bind them, and place them on my desk.”

Though the instructions were simple, the sheer amount of work would take far more than five hours to complete. Staying late wasn’t even the worst part—what hurt more was the blow to his pride. After graduating from the country’s top university with a degree in economics and landing a job at the prestigious LJ Electronics, his parents had even thrown a neighborhood party. And now, here he was, stuck doing menial jobs.

With his pride shattered, Jung-jae fought the urge to hand in his resignation as he grabbed one of the thick files he had been ordered to shred. Anger, frustration, and resentment surged through him as his trembling hand reached for the staple remover.

‘This is all because of Jin Seol-ah. Damn it.’

* * *

After work.

Buzz, buzz!

As Seol-ah was preparing to leave, her phone vibrated. She quickly checked the screen, and when she saw Hwi-gang’s name, a blush crept across her cheeks. Just seeing his name reminded her of the heated moment they had shared earlier at lunch.

[See you later.]

Reading the message, Seol-ah tilted her head in confusion. When they parted earlier, there had been no mention of meeting again that evening.

‘Did he change his mind?’ she wondered, her curiosity piqued as she typed a reply.

[We’re meeting tonight? You didn’t mention that earlier.]

[There’s a company dinner, didn’t you know?] 

[Dinner? What do you mean?]

Just as Seol-ah sent her message, the department manager stepped out of the office.

“We have a company dinner tonight. The CEO said no one is allowed to skip it. If anyone plans to, they might as well hand in their resignation.”

The reactions from the employees were mixed—some groaned in frustration, while others just shrugged it off. Realizing the situation, Seol-ah quickly sent a reply to Hwi-gang.

[The manager just mentioned the dinner. What’s going on? How did you know about it? How did you know about our company events…]

As she was typing, Seol-ah’s eyes widened, and her heart skipped a beat. The realization hit her—if Hwi-gang already knew about the dinner, it meant he would be attending as well.

Without wasting a second, Seol-ah called him.

“Hello, it’s me.”

Hearing Hwi-gang’s casual “It’s me” made Seol-ah’s heart race uncontrollably. It was surprising how just those three simple words could stir her emotions so intensely—a clear sign that she had completely fallen for him.

“You called, but now you’re quiet? Haven’t you heard about the dinner yet?”

Hwi-gang’s voice snapped her out of her daze.

“Oh, no, I just heard about it from the department manager. But how did you know about it? Don’t tell me it’s a joint dinner between your team and ours because of the collaboration?”

Seol-ah asked, hoping it wasn’t the case. But her hopes were quickly dashed.

“Yeah, I called Vision Advertising’s manager. I told him I’ll be taking charge of tonight’s dinner.”

“!”

Shocked, Seol-ah felt a growing sense of unease. She quickly asked to confirm her suspicions.

“You’re not planning to reveal our relationship at the dinner tonight, are you?”

“Are you asking because you want me to?”

Hwi-gang teased.

“What? No, of course not! I’m asking because I’m worried you might. You’re not going to, right?”

“Let’s talk at the dinner. See you there.”