Chapter 68: First Day on the Job [R-18]

5:30 PM.

The sun was already setting between the skyscrapers. Beyond the UV-coated windows, the silvery light of sunset washed over the office’s cold, gray walls, softening them.

“Time to head out.”

Having finished the meeting and nearly his coffee, Rio quietly stood up. Seojin still had her hand on the mouse.

“You’re leaving now?”

“Yeah. I’m done for the day.”

Rio had already put on his jacket and loosened his tie. In response to his words, no one said anything more than a perfunctory, “Good work.”

Seojin reflexively glanced at the clock.

A nepotism hire who comes in late, has a leisurely lunch, and leaves early…

Just then, Rio slowly turned his head.

“Let’s go.”

“…Pardon?”

He was clearly talking to Seojin. After all, she was the personal secretary he’d brought with him. For a moment, a few gazes quietly drifted toward her. Seojin shut her mouth and lowered her head.

“Yes…”

Seojin gathered the pamphlets and business outlines she’d been given, offered a brief nod to her colleagues, and followed him out.

The scene left a strange silence in its wake.

“…I wish I was the chairman’s son. I’d leave early too.”

“Yeah, in your next life.”

“If the nepotism hire stuck around late, we’d all feel too awkward to leave. Better that he goes first.”

“Let’s grab a drink after this. I’ll spill the tea on seeing the hot-as-hell son of the I.A. owner up close.”

At 6:00 PM sharp, familiar farewells echoed over the partitions in the team that had just welcomed its new head.

“Everyone, head on home—”

As someone shouted, people began packing their things, dusting off the suit jackets they’d draped over their chairs. Most of them had come from the parent company and were determined to leave right on time while they could, since the new department didn’t have enough work to require overtime yet.

With the ding of the elevator doors closing, silence once again fell over the office.

Ten minutes after the lights went out, click—

The person who opened the door and stepped back inside was, unmistakably, Rio, who had just left with Seojin.

The first thought most people would have upon seeing someone re-enter a dark office and turn on the lights would be, Did they forget something? But Seojin just looked fed up.

“Do you really have to do this?”

Leaving her standing at the door, Rio comfortably half-reclined on the sofa, kicked off his shoes, and propped his sock-clad feet on the table.

Seojin frowned slightly.

“…Please only do that when no one else is around.”

“Yeees.”

Mimicking Seojin’s formal tone, Rio chugged a water bottle that was on the table. It was unlabeled water from the company fridge.

After quenching his thirst, he patted the spot next to him on the sofa. Unable to delay any longer, Seojin approached.

“What’s the schedule for this evening?”

“Hmm. Drinks? They said they’re throwing a welcome party.”

“Another one of your debaucherous parties?”

Seojin asked nonchalantly as she set a heavy stack of documents down beside the sofa, then pressed a finger firmly against his chest, just above the buttons of his shirt.

He paused mid-breath and blinked. Then he nodded.

“There’ll be some familiar faces… and some new ones.”

At his words, Seojin immediately furrowed her brow. Having her milk expressed, being relentlessly groped… she was just a bit player in that film, panting in the corner. It was a humiliating memory she didn’t want to revisit.

Besides, she had a feeling the owner of the club dress—the one she’d been stripped out of that day, which was still in her closet—might be there.

Rio glanced at Seojin, who was caught in the strange conflict of having been thoroughly victimized, yet also having taken something for herself. Then he gave her a familiar smile.

The corner of his mouth tilted up, a deep dimple appearing. It was the look he got right before he was about to cause trouble.

“But—you’ve been stuck to my side all day.”

“So?”

“You were too well-behaved.”

“…I was?”

“Yeah. Well-behaved during the meeting, well-behaved at lunch, even well-behaved when you were sleeping in the car. What am I to do? I’m afraid I’ll be disappointed if you become so strangely, boringly good.”

Faced with his thoroughly selfish logic, Seojin leaned back against her chair and crossed her arms.

“…So, should I misbehave for you now? So we can’t go to the party?”

“Oh?”

Rio’s eyes sparkled as he leaned forward.

“What will it be? A fight, a threat, a kiss, jealousy?”

“On your list, ‘kiss’ and ‘jealousy’ seem to be very close together.”

“Mm. You’re cutest when you’re trying to bite my head off.”

“…I’ve never tried to bite your head off.”

“Maybe in your dreams.”

As if she had a headache, Seojin cradled her head so he couldn’t see and shook it.

“There’s no talking to someone who wants to have sex in the office on his first day.”

“Really? After following me all the way back here?”

“I’m telling you again, what if someone sees the lights on and comes back?”

“Maybe I’ll charge them for the view. It’d be quite a rare sight.”

She lowered her head, pressing her chin lightly against the top of his.

“…Stop it. Just pretend to be good sometimes.”

Leaning against her soft chest, Rio chuckled.

“I can manage that much right now.”

“Don’t tell me you’re pretending to be good right now?”

“No. Right now, I’m pretending I want to kiss you.”

“…”

Seojin was speechless for a moment. Then, she let go of his head and pouted.

It was a silent protest, as if to say, You don’t have to pretend about that.

Just before their lips met, Rio took a sharp breath, and then Seojin did the same.

His lips met hers softly, and a beat later, the kiss deepened, delving in. Neither light nor rough. Just so honest it was suffocatingly hot.

“…Hh.”

Rio let out a low breath. She had gently bitten and sucked on his lower lip. So this is what it’s like when she gives up on being the good girl.

Just when he was thinking it wasn’t enough, Seojin silently and carefully climbed onto his lap. It was something she could only do because she knew all the team members who had left had taken the elevator earlier.

As she did something so pleasingly bold, Rio’s hands came to rest on her waist. Seojin leaned her back against his hands, tilting her head.

Even in their new position, as their lips met again and their breaths mingled, hands began to move, eager to undo the professional facades they had maintained all day.

Rio’s hand traveled up her side. Her body heat, felt through her blouse, was scorching.

The formal suit she’d worn to visit his father was as annoyingly fussy and complicated as the master of that house.

Because of that, when she felt Rio’s fingers unhooking her bra from behind before even touching her shirt buttons, she momentarily straightened her back, her eyes flying open.

The sight of the office beyond him seemed to make her heart pound faster and faster, caught between anxiety and thrill.

“Are we… really going to do it here?”

Only twenty years old, she knew better than this man that for the sake of one’s future, there were far more things one shouldn’t do in this world. After speaking, she pressed her lips together and looked into Rio’s eyes.

But her heart was hammering as if it would leap out of her chest.

Instead of answering, Rio moved his hand slightly. His warm palm touched the spot where the hook had been. His hand traced her spine before settling on her waist. Only then did he utter a single, short word.

“Yeah.”

His word was brief, but his hands didn’t stay still. Seojin hesitated, then undid a few more buttons on his shirt and buried her face in his collarbone.

With every exhale, her soft hair scattered, tickling the underside of his jaw.

Seojin, still on Rio’s lap, shifted her position slightly. Rio was leaning against the back of the sofa, and she was straddling his thighs.

As she spread her knees to balance herself and wrapped her arms around him, the distance between them naturally closed to a single breath.

“…Ngh.”

Rio’s hands slowly roamed up and down her waistline.

Through her blouse, the body heat against his palms grew hotter with every breath she took.

“Excited?”

Seojin didn’t answer. Instead, she lowered her head slightly, sucking in a breath and pressing her lips together. She tried to hide her face, flushed red all the way to her earlobes, but it only made it more noticeable.

The more she avoided his gaze and pretended not to notice, the more clearly Rio felt it.

“So honest.”

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

He began to undo the buttons of her blouse, one by one. Pop, pop. Not too fast, just slow enough for her to feel the full weight of the tension.

Revealed in the gap he created was the soft curve of her breasts beneath her already unhooked and slipping bra.

As Rio pushed Seojin’s blouse and bra straps over her shoulders and his hand cupped her breast, her shoulders flinched slightly.

“Ah…”

The pressure was more willful than gentle. As his fingers tightened, she arched her head back, exposing her long neck, and as if he’d prompted it, Rio’s lips began to trail down her collarbone.

Seojin instinctively grabbed his shoulders and arched her back slightly. The posture pressed her hips more firmly against him, and the sensation made both their breaths tremble.

“…Rio, ngh…!”

He answered by taking her nipple into his mouth. As his hot, wet tongue licked over the sensitive skin, Seojin clamped a hand over her own mouth.

Her fluttering eyelashes beneath closed lids and her reddened earlobes clearly showed a woman who was slowly giving in to sensation, lost in the fantasy he desired.

He caressed her with his mouth while his hand slowly stroked between her thighs, heightening the heavy tension. The more he did, the more her breaths came in hitched gasps, and she tried desperately to hide her body’s response as he held her.

She saw the perverted smile of satisfaction on his face every time she squirmed, and a plea rose in her.

“…I’ll let you go to the welcome party later.”

Seojin frowned and, swallowing her embarrassment, spoke. It was a bargain, a desperate bid for him to focus only on her.

Rio lifted his head and chuckled.

“That lie is so transparent.”

And with those words, his hand moved lower, approaching her cunt.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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