Chapter 117: Brought Down by the Vibrator [R-18]

Seojin’s hands rested on the keyboard, twitching, unable to type a single thing.

Her lips were slightly parted, and the sensation radiating from beyond her shoulders kept teasing at her waist. The vibrator pulsed intermittently, at times vibrating so deeply it felt like it was pressing against her insides.

She leaned in until her face was nearly touching the monitor, biting her lip hard to hold it in.

If this keeps up… I’m going to…

Her vision blurred, and her fingertips trembled where they touched the keys.

It was at that exact moment.

Knock, knock—!

“Is Director Ryu not in?”

“Ah—huh?!”

The unexpected knock came from right beside her desk. Seojin had been so lost in the sensations that she hadn’t even noticed the visitor crossing the wide, open-plan office to reach her.

Startled, she shot up from her chair as if propelled by a spring.

The sudden movement sent her thigh crashing into the edge of the desk, and a jolt of shock shot through her, making her eyes fly open.

“Y-Yes, um…?! The Director is in a meeting right now…” Seojin answered, her head bowed low. Her voice cracked unexpectedly, hitting a strange, high pitch. She didn’t recognize the man’s face but was in no state to ask who he was or what he wanted.

The employee, standing just across the desk from her, paused for a moment before continuing.

“…This is Lee Woo-chan from the Audit Team. I had a meeting scheduled with Director Ryu for 10 o’clock. Will it be postponed?”

“Ah… Yes, well…”

Seojin stammered, unable to form a proper sentence. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut.

She had forgotten to tell Rio about the appointment he was supposed to have before his impromptu meeting.

Her mind went completely blank.

I should have told him before the meeting. I should have passed it on before he went in.

…But I was distracted by that damn vibrator.

Carefully gathering her hands beneath her skirt, she pressed down on her thighs and bowed her head as low as she could.

“P-Please, could you wait for a moment in the lounge…? I’ll… check with the Director and let you know…!”

The words tumbled out in the same customer-service tone she used to use at her part-time job as a high school student. It was the best she could manage right now.

But a simple bow couldn’t hide her face, which was so flushed it looked ready to burst. Her voice was unnaturally high, her breath came in ragged trembles, and her shoulders were rigid with tension.

The man before her—Lee Woo-chan—watched her in silence for a long moment before replying.

“…Very well. I’ll be waiting.”

His words were brief, but his tone was neat and clear. His gaze held a sort of cool unfamiliarity.

As he turned, the door closed quietly behind him, leaving only the faint vibration of the rotor and Seojin, who stood leaning against the corner of her desk, holding her breath.

Now, how do I tell Rio? Ugh, if only this thing would just stop…!

Seojin started to sit back down in her chair but ended up crouching under the desk instead, pulling at her skirt and trembling uncontrollably.

No matter what she did to fix this, the only person who could get her out of this situation was him.

But she knew all too well that in her current state, she couldn’t even walk down the office hallway.

“…Agh, seriously…”

Pressing down on her lower body, she swallowed a choked breath that was almost a silent moan and quickly pulled out her phone.

She tapped the name at the very top of her call history. Tears were already welling in her eyes before she could even bring the phone to her ear.

A few seconds of ringing. Then—

“Yeah.”

Rio’s voice was low and curt. He was definitely in the meeting. In the background, she could faintly hear a low murmur of voices and someone explaining something in front of a whiteboard.

Seojin’s lips trembled as she rushed to speak.

“……Rio, Rio… I’m sorry… The meeting, please… come out quickly…”

Her voice was high-pitched, but the thought of him, whose schedule had just been delayed because of her, made her words come out as a tiny, breathless whisper.

“I… I forgot about the Audit Team schedule… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

Her words were a mess, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath.

The vibrations had already started again. Crouching on the floor, Seojin pressed her thighs together until she was on her knees, one hand clamped over her mouth.

Tears pooled in her eyes, but there was no reply from Rio on the other end of the line.

“…How many minutes have I been in here?”

In stark contrast to Seojin’s desperate battle, his voice was perfectly calm, utterly unhurried.

Even as she waited for him, she unconsciously pushed her hips forward. A dark blush crept up to her nape.

“I don’t know, I don’t know! And… please turn that thing off, okay?”

Even her use of “okay?” was a plea, a desperate cry for help.

Seojin’s eyes trembled, but he still didn’t answer. As she waited desperately for him to come, a tiny gift was delivered to her through the phone.

Click.

The remote in Rio’s hand.

Click.

The vibration intensity was going up another level.

With the phone still pressed to his ear, Rio nonchalantly waved a hand at the presenter, signaling for them to continue, as if nothing was happening.

He sat angled in his chair, casting a vacant gaze over the reports on the table, the corners of his mouth curling into a slight smile.

“Riooo…”

The hitch in her breath was obvious over the phone.

Amid the dull silence of the conference room—the sound of slides changing, a mouse clicking, the curtains on the back wall swaying gently—imagining her on the other end of the line was a delightful pastime.

Meanwhile, whatever scene he was imagining, she was on her knees on the floor, hands trembling as she clutched the skirt draped over her thighs.

A short, sharp breath escaped over the back of her hand, which she was biting down on hard.

“Ngh… Ugh…”

She shook her head violently, gripping her skirt with both hands and burying her forehead in the seat of the chair. Tears pricked her eyes, but she absolutely could not make a sound.

It would be a disaster if someone thought something was wrong and came to check on her, so she held it in, muffling every sound.

As the team leader, Rio’s desk was in a separate section, slightly away from the center of the office.

The distance between her and the other employees, who had no reason to get close to him, made her feel like she was on a deserted island, but the mere fact that they were nearby was enough to drive Seojin crazy.

He adjusted the remote in his pocket, lowering the intensity for a moment before cranking it back up again.

“Nghh—…”

The back of the hand covering her mouth grew damp as her hips twitched. Seojin sat on the floor, curling her body up as small as possible and clinging to the chair.

Please… make it stop…

But her wish went unanswered.

The jazz music continued to flow through the office, and the rotor inside her underwear only teased her, like a persistent finger that only skimmed the surface without ever plunging inside.

Finally, she pushed herself up from her knees and leaned against the chair, rubbing her upper body against the seat. And then, a small climax arrived.

“…Hah… Aaaah…!”

A trembling moan finally broke through, escaping past the red bite marks on the back of her hand. As a wave of sanity washed over her, Seojin clamped her mouth shut, folding her legs beside the chair.

In the midst of this urgent crisis, the most shameful thing was knowing that he was hearing every single moment of it—and that he was savoring it with pleasure.

“Is it resolved?”

His tone was so nonchalant. A faint smile still played on Rio’s lips.

Seojin’s breathy sighs flowed through the phone pressed to his ear. A few seconds of silence, and then a small sound escaped.

“…Yeees, so, now… please… hurry… and come…”

A trembling voice. Shattered breathing. Her whisper clearly revealed her submissive need for him.

Still behind her desk, Seojin buried her face in the chair, nodding slightly at an opponent she couldn’t even see.

Rio glanced over his shoulder before making his move. Beyond the glass wall was the office space, and in his mind, he could vividly picture Seojin’s collapsed form, not a single hair of which was visible.

Rio smiled as he gathered the documents on the conference table with one hand.

“Okay.”

Ending the call with a reply meant for no one in particular, he slowly rose from his seat.

“Team Leader. I like this proposed direction.”

Rio said with a brilliant smile, looking between the team leader and the planning department staff who were all watching him.

“Wednesday should be enough time, right? Develop it further and we’ll review it again. For now, I have another appointment, so let’s end this meeting here.”

To meet that tight deadline, the planning team would have to hold several more meetings after he left.

The door to the luxurious conference room opened silently, and Rio, the only one to leave, walked with light steps toward what was his.

The meeting could be wrapped up whenever he pleased. There was only one thing on his mind: his cute girl, waiting for him, high on an orgasm.

In the meantime, Seojin was carefully inching her way toward the wall, moving cautiously as if looking for a mouse hole to hide in.

Her face was bright red. Her eyes were hot and flushed, and the aftershocks of her climax still echoed deep inside her. One hand covered her thigh while the other fumbled blindly across the desk, searching for a tissue.

Thankfully, shortly after he ended the call, he had shown her the mercy of turning off the vibrator.

Where is it… Where the hell is it…

Just as her trembling fingertips finally brushed against the edge of the box…

Screeeak.

The familiar sound of his chair wheels. And then,

“Whoa.”

His teasing, low voice washed over her.

“Rio……”

Seojin looked up at him. Her eyes, as they met his, held the conflicted expression of someone seeing both a savior and a devil at the same time.

Her eyes were red and swollen, her lips were slightly parted, and then her mouth formed a pout as if she were about to cry, her eyebrows drooping.

“Hic…”

Her broken form was as delicate as a work of art on the verge of completion. Rio’s eyes instinctively curved into half-moons as he lowered himself to her level.

Of course, it was a gesture of consideration in appearance only. The very next moment, he reached out, pulled up the waistband of her panties, and peered inside. This was Rio, after all—truly faithful to his desires.

“—Wow.”

Seojin hung her head low. Drowning in shame and helplessness, she could only clutch at her innocent skirt and swallow her sobs.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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