Epilogue 2 – Junhee (Part 2)

“Junhee.”

She heard someone calling.

“Junhee, do you like it?”

It was the Executive Director’s voice, interspersed with deep groans. Then, she heard a woman’s strange breathing.

“Ha, uh, ugh, uh….”

She thought it was a dream. One of those strange dreams she occasionally had after seeing the Executive Director. She lifted her head shakily.

It was night. The two computer screens in front of her were also dark, and the surroundings were dim, with light seeping through the office door.

The office door was slightly open. Through the gap, she heard the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. She heard something creaking and a woman’s thin moans.

Then, 

“Dowook, Dowook….” 

The woman’s voice, calling out in a way that could melt one’s heart, was clear and pure like a white daffodil. Yet, it was a strange voice that pulled at her heart and disrupted her sense of reality.

Was I still not awake? There’s no way such sounds could be coming from in there. 

She held her breath in a daze. 

“Junhee. Ha, Woo Junhee” 

The Executive Director called her. No, it was the same name but a different surname.

“Ah, doing this on the desk reminds me of when we did it in Nonsan. Do you remember?”

“Ha, ha….”

“We had s*x on the desk where you studied when you were younger. You read books, studied, and wrote your diary there, and I found it cute. Don’t you remember?”

“Uh, ah, that place, ah, Choi Dowook, uh, Dowook, ah…!”

“What, do you like it more?”

The Executive Director laughed lowly. 

The Executive Director laughed lowly. The slapping sound continued for a while.

“You were lying on the desk with your cheek pressed against it then, too. Your clothes rolled up like this, and your pants around your ankles. Ah, unlike then, you’re wearing a skirt today.”

“You, you didn’t like that I wore a skirt, so you’re doing this, ah, ugh, ha, uh…!”

The slapping sound grew more intense, and the creaking sound quickened.

“That’s not it. Our Junhee can wear anything she wants. You should wear whatever you want. What I don’t like are the bastards who look at you lecherously. Those damn lawyers looking at you with those eyes, how could I not be angry?”

Damn. The Executive Director cursed. Hearing that curse snapped her back to reality.

“I think we need to move the ceremony up. Also, the press announcement. I let it slide because you wanted to wait until you settled into the law firm, but these bastards are getting out of hand.”

Kim Junhee’s rational mind was shocked, but she couldn’t make a sound. For a while, she was frozen and couldn’t move. The heavy furniture shook, and the woman’s nasal moans rose higher.

“If you didn’t like it, you shouldn’t have called our team in the first place, ugh, ugh, ha, ugh….”

The woman, though struggling, said what she wanted to say.

“You made us come as if you were going to give us a case, and then made us do business…!”

“Ah, you did well in your presentation. I got hard listening to it.”

“You, ha, you perverted bastard.”

“And you’re not playing along with this pervert?”

Kim Junhee couldn’t hear the woman’s reply. Only the sound of sucking flesh and “uh, uh” moans were heard.

Even as she listened, Kim Junhee couldn’t believe the situation. 

So, the Executive Director did have a woman. That cold and dry-faced Executive Director had a woman. And they were doing such things in the office….

“Ha, really, what do you think about moving the ceremony forward?”

Ha. The Executive Director let out a long groan and continued talking while slapping flesh.

“They keep talking nonsense about family opposition because we delayed it.”

Kim Junhee still couldn’t believe it. The Executive Director she knew would never do that. The ascetic and thorough Choi Dowook couldn’t be doing such a messy thing in there. From what she heard, the woman seemed to be a lawyer from LK Law Firm. The same law firm the Executive Director had a meeting with today regarding the business secret leak.

“Junhee.”

Every time he called her, Kim Junhee shivered. It was an incredibly affectionate voice. It really felt like he was calling her with that lewd voice.

“Should we do it here often? You seem to feel it better.”

“Ha, ha, Dowook, ha, Dowook, ah….”

“Ah, next time we should do it in the car. We’ve done it in the office, in Nonsan, in the room, in the living room, and in the kitchen. We haven’t done car s*x yet.”

The Executive Director kept talking, but his breathing became rougher as if he was reaching his limit. 

Was he always such a talkative person? 

Kim Junhee was surprised again.

“Of course, I should do it with you. Who else would I do it with?”

“Don’t use my proposal in such a profane place, ha, ugh… ha!”

“You remember it was a proposal?”

The Executive Director laughed. Though she couldn’t see it, she could imagine his twisted smile. Kim Junhee realized that the Executive Director’s laughter was particularly generous in front of the woman.

Suddenly, the sound of flesh slapping stopped. Kim Junhee held her breath. Only the woman’s panting echoed in the space.

“I just got my pride hurt.”

It sounded like he picked up the woman. She heard the sound of struggling. “Why, why….” The woman asked in a pitifully thin voice. Then, the sound of the desk being pushed.

“You’re still in your right mind.”

The Executive Director’s voice, devoid of laughter, was chilling.

“Uh, ah, ah…!”

She couldn’t hear the woman’s words anymore. The obsc*ne sounds filled the space. The heavy furniture shook, mingled with the woman’s wanton moans, the Executive Director’s rough breathing, and the sound of wet flesh hitting.

Those lewd sounds seemed to make Kim Junhee wet as well. She was also curious. What kind of woman was the Executive Director’s woman? What did she look like? What was she like to make the Executive Director do such things? But she knew it was a dangerous curiosity. If she moved carelessly and they noticed her presence….

Curiosity grew, but she was too scared to get closer and shrank back.

“Uh, uh, uh….”

She heard the sound of kissing. She could imagine their appearance in her mind. The woman lying on the Executive Director’s wide desk, with him in front of her, skirt down, thrusting his hips roughly. Kissing the woman, sucking on her br*asts, thrusting his wet m*mber into her. Choi Dowook deeply connected with the woman.

“Junhee.”

Ah, she was called again. A rough but earnest voice.

“Ha, Junhee.”

“Ah, ah, ah, uh!”

The beast-like sounds were terrifying, yet her body heated up as if in response. She should quietly leave now, but she was curious about how it would end, with the Executive Director’s continued moans.

Slap, slap, slap.

“Uh, uh, uh, ha…! Ah, ah…!”

“I’m going crazy. I feel like I’m going to die. I’m so sensitive. It feels strange. Ah, Dowook…!” 

The woman screamed and convulsed. The slapping sound continued at an unstoppable pace. She worried the desk might break. She thought Choi Dowook was going crazy doing that.

The lewd sounds kept escalating without end. Kim Junhee’s body also heated up as if a spark had been lit. The man’s filthy words were like a spell that numbed her reason, and the woman’s thin moans were like a witch’s wail that made her complicit.

Slap, slap, slap, slap. She unknowingly moaned along with the rhythm. Both those doing it inside and Kim Junhee, eavesdropping outside, were not in their right minds.

Uh, uh. She heard the sound of deep kissing. The desk’s shaking stopped. Only the slow thud, thud of thrusting flesh echoed. Then, the woman’s tired and languid moans and the sound of her body collapsing.

“Junhee.”

The Executive Director called her name affectionately.

“I love you.”

Even while exhaling unsteady breaths, the Executive Director spoke of love. 

“I love you. I love you.”

He repeated it several times to the unresponsive woman.

“Ha, me too….”

I love you too. 

Even with the woman’s reply, he kept craving love. The short kissing sounds echoed together. Listening to those sounds while hiding here filled her with self-loathing.

What’s so good about it? Why is it so good? What is it about that woman that makes the Executive Director so desperate?

Amidst her despair, dangerous curiosity and some resentment arose. Still, being timid, she couldn’t bring herself to peek inside the office.

She heard the sound of clothes being arranged from inside. It seemed they would come out soon. Kim Junhee also tried to leave the office but couldn’t. When the footsteps approached, she quietly hid under the desk.

Still curious, she glanced up. Through the gap between the desk support and the top, she saw the Executive Director.

A woman came out in Choi Dowook’s arms. She wanted to see the woman’s face, but it was hidden by the Executive Director’s chest. His hands were gentle as if holding something precious. Kim Junhee blankly watched his hands.

She faintly heard their playful banter.

I can walk.

What if someone steals you?

What if someone sees us?

I’m doing this so they don’t see. Why are you getting prettier by the day? You make your husband anxious every day.

You always exaggerate too much.

I’m serious, though.

What if I become wrinkled and old like a granny?

I look forward to it. You’ll be the prettiest granny in the world, Woo Junhee.

Unlike the rough and vulgar way he treated the woman in the office, his voice was very tender. Seeing it made her heart ache.

So he could make such expressions. He could be so joyful, gentle, and happy. He could scatter such sweet words and tender kisses.

Maybe because the light of his gentleness was so deep and intense. She lowered her gaze. She quietly listened to the fading footsteps of the Executive Director. The resentment disappeared. She felt empty and detached.

From the beginning, it was something that couldn’t happen. The Executive Director’s Junhee was that woman. She could never receive such gazes, such words from the Executive Director. Accepting that, her empty heart became calm.

“Junhee. Woo Junhee.”

I love you, forever.

Through the closing door of the Executive Director’s office, she heard Choi Dowook’s tender confession. Tears quietly flowed down her cheeks.