episode_0123

Dragging the carts down to Building B had become such a familiar task that there was nothing particularly challenging about it.

Even though there were quite a few more carts than usual, as the manager had mentioned, it didn’t matter much since I had done this many times before.

However, at the moment, work wasn’t the issue for me.

“That guy, his gaze is so noticeable.”

“…It’s a man’s instinct.”

Today, my gaze naturally drifted towards Yuarin’s buttocks, which seemed particularly alluring as she walked ahead, making subtle movements.

Yuarin, feeling uncomfortable with my gaze, blushed and grumbled, but it didn’t seem like she outright disliked it.

“It feels empty, somehow.”

Watching her act embarrassed about the emptiness below stirred something in my chest, a peculiar sensation akin to a throbbing feeling.

Should I say my heart was racing?

“It’s subtly different.”

Yuarin’s gestures were more provocative than mere excitement, stimulating something other than just a fluttering heart.

They say friends resemble each other.

Seoyerin, Yuarin—they all did.

There were no creatures injecting caution into my bored mind.

After moving all the carts and heading back with Yuarin:

“Oh, this won’t do.”

Yuarin, unable to cover her rear while pulling the cart with both hands, looked at me and said, “Turn around; I’ll go put something on.”

“….”

“Cover it up. It’ll look weird if someone sees from the surroundings.”

This is getting absurd.

Yuarin urgently demanding the cart back, looking around frantically, was undoubtedly trying to awaken something within me.

“No.”

And so, that was my response.

“What?”

“Can’t.”

“….”

As Yuarin stared at me, unsure if she had heard correctly, I found myself involuntarily smirking.

“Don’t joke around.”

Yuarin shot me a stern look.

Her momentum was so intense that I felt an urge to empty everything in my pockets right then and there.

But ultimately, the reins were in my hands.

“Let’s go quickly.”

“Hey! Hey!”

As we hurriedly moved the cart, a flustered Yuarin called out desperately.

Ignoring her, I arrived at the office.

Isa and Hanbom, who were waiting, took over the cart.

Seeing Yuarin following behind me, they were surprised and concerned.

“Was it tough? Shouldn’t we have helped you?”

“Kim Woojin! Did we make Arin do too much?”

“The manager said there was a lot. So, it must have been a bit tough.”

Yuarin shot me a disapproving look as I nonchalantly retorted. Her face turned red with embarrassment, and she seemed on the verge of exploding, but since she was the one who handed me the underwear, she could only grit her teeth and work without saying a word.

“Ugh.”

A faint groan escaped Yuarin as she organized the cart she had dragged along.

Curious about her reaction, I glanced at her, and she replied with her lips slightly pursed.

“There’s a draft…”

“But we’re underground?”

“There’s ventilation.”

Well then, it would be best if she sat down and rested, I suggested as she casually went to sit on a chair.

“….”

She still seemed displeased, perhaps not liking the unfamiliar texture.

Yuarin, deliberately brushing her thigh with her hand, engaged in strange behavior.

The fellow who usually acted so tough now seemed oddly compliant, giving rise to a sinister sense of satisfaction.

Unintentionally, the relationship between the bamboo forest administrator and the caretaker, as master and servant, seemed to have finally solidified.

– Administrator: Successful subjugation of the caretaker.

In that sense, I leave a nutritionless post in the bamboo forest.

Surprisingly, replies flooded in quickly, indicating that people frequented the bamboo forest.

↳ Anonymous198: Is the caretaker spanking the administrator? Making them squeal like that?

↳ Anonymous69: Wanna have s*x?

↳ Anonymous90: I want to have s*x!

Recently in the Daum Agora, there has been an influx of posts by Anonymous 69, occasionally promoting religious clubs or job offers and advertisements, which seemed to have bored some users. With the end of the vacation approaching, the thought of Daum Agora exploding again was already giving me a headache.

Turning away slowly from the piercing gazes, I noticed a child, Yuarin, glancing at me while fiddling with their phone.

– Anonymous 59 (Administrator 1): I’ll kill the administrator.

The eerie warning message sent shivers down my spine involuntarily. The anonymous friends on Daum Agora had started to witness the clash between the Administrator and Administrator 1.

– Anonymous 11: I support 1. That guy doesn’t sit well with me.

– Anonymous 309: Why are the two suddenly fighting? Can someone explain?

– Anonymous 291: The Administrator failed as an assistant.

– Anonymous 198: Administrator, I support you. Seriously. Please tie up 1 and spank him, and send me a picture.

– Anonymous 198: Even just a groan is fine. It’s enough. Willing to pay.

– Anonymous 247: Let’s really ban 198.

– Anonymous 59 (Administrator 1): Already done.

198 was banned for a day already. Perhaps knowing that continuously provoking the Administrator would lead to this outcome.

Since it was vacation time, even if one was banned for a day, it wouldn’t be a big issue.

– Anonymous 69: Sex?

– Anonymous 90: It seems like you have something to say?

Anonymous 69’s reactions had been bothering me, and the child staring at me as if ready to attack made me uneasy. Considering putting an end to this situation for now.

– Anonymous 75: Did you get caught by 1? LOL

– Anonymous 17: From now on, 1 will handle this.

– Anonymous 117: Administrator’s level LOL. I knew it since the last time you posted a Futaba image.

– Anonymous 11: Please permanently ban this guy.

– Anonymous 154: Seeing this, the Administrator seems quite competent.

– Anonymous 98: Post it one more time.

Feeling slightly irritated by those trying to push me away, I found some comfort in seeing Yuarin, who seemed somewhat frightened, kicking his legs and rubbing his thighs.

“Hey…!”

Yuarin breathed heavily while looking at me roughly. Although his peculiar gestures were not my cup of tea, witnessing such flustered movements stirred a sense of satisfaction within me.

‘This is all because of Anonymous 198.’

From the moment he started suggesting hitting the Assistant’s buttocks or tormenting him, I couldn’t help but feel responsible for how things turned out.

In any case, the feeling of subduing the usually tough Yuarin wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

As if sensing my mood, Yuarin subtly raised a finger towards me, unnoticed by others.

A resilient fellow.

Seating myself beside him, I expected some reaction, causing Yuarin to momentarily flinch. However, as I did nothing, he muttered, “You… you’re a sinister bastard.”

His clenched fist and threatening tone hinted that a wrong move could lead to a near-death experience before leaving work today.

Initially, I felt like a man turning into a female assistant in an adult film.

Now, it was akin to being a lion tamer outside the cage, just with a muzzle on.

‘It’s a bit scary.’

Rather than hesitating, wondering if I should hand it over now, the manager, who had been smiling all along, checked his watch and said seriously,

“Leave work for today.”

Suddenly, he ordered us to leave work.

“Now?”

There’s still about 30 minutes of work time left, so it’s a bit ambiguous to leave work now. Besides, you can’t just leave whenever you want; your leaving time is marked by the leader, so you might not be able to leave even if there’s nothing to do.

“Just go to the break room and rest, or maybe have dinner even though it’s a bit early.”

Since this was the first time in this situation, feeling awkward, I hesitated, but the manager reassured me that it was okay.

“The part-timers in other departments must have had this experience before, right? Don’t feel burdened by just 30 minutes; go quickly.”

With words like these, refusing could make things awkward.

So, I gratefully agreed to go, and it was suggested that we visit some shops in the hotel before the end of working hours.

“No need to wear the uniform, right?”

“Yeah, change and meet us up front.”

After finishing the conversation, as I was about to change clothes,

“Hey, hey!”

Yuarin urgently called me in a low voice. Before I could ask what was wrong, she approached me closely.

“Underwear! Give it to me!”

Whispering like a spoiled child, Yuarin looked around with a pout. Since she was someone I had never seen before, I felt a bit awkward.

“Do you want it?”

“It’s not that I want it, it’s mine!”

“You gave it to me.”

“You little…!”

She almost cursed out loud but restrained herself when she looked around.

Then, she lightly tapped her forehead, regretting her past actions.

“W-what… do you want?”

Her quick response was impressive.

It would be strange to change clothes without underwear, and there was a high chance that if I missed this opportunity, Yuarin would have to stay panty-less.

“Have I been too disrespectful to the administrator?”

“Ugh…”

Muttering, Yuarin typed something on her phone and then showed it to me sneakily.

– Anonymous59 (Administrator1): I have submitted to the administrator. I’m sorry.

“Hmph.”

“Is it over now? Hand it over!”

The comments below were truly the sweet fruits of victory, but I still had no intention of taking out the panties from my pocket.

“You should ask more politely, shouldn’t you?”

As I cheekily nodded my head, Yuarin, trembling, seemed like she wanted to punch me in the throat right away.

Turning teary-eyed, her cheeks slightly swollen, she bravely said,

“P-please…”

“What?”

“Give me, give me my panties.”

I barely managed to suppress a laugh that was welling up uncontrollably.

“If I give this to you, you won’t hit me, right?”

“…”

“Why? Not going to say anything?”

As I casually put my hand in my pocket and turned away, Yuarin urgently grabbed me with both hands.

“I-I won’t hit you! I r-really won’t hit you! Please! P-please give me my p-panties!”

Clutching onto me desperately, Yuarin begged.

Since Seoa and Hanbom hadn’t arrived yet and Yuarin started calling for them, I reluctantly pretended to be moved and extended my hand.

“There.”

The black panties went back to Yuarin, and seeing her eyes instantly stained with hatred and anger, ready to burst into flames, she exclaimed,

“Kim Woojin, you son of a…!”

“T-they’re calling for you!”

I quickly pointed at Seoa and Hanbom and entered the men’s dressing room.

Phew.

“It was fun to enjoy, but… what now?”