The atmosphere in the company warehouse was quiet that afternoon. The smell of old cardboard and a thin layer of dust filled the room. Between the tall metal racks, Hye-jin crouched, holding her breath. Her heart was pounding as she heard footsteps approaching.
Two people entered. Na-young, the team leader known for being ambitious, and a middle-aged man in a neat suit, the Branch Manager, named Han Dae-jung.
Hye-jin quickly hid herself, then peeked through a gap in the rack.
Han Dae-jung began the conversation in a low voice.
"We just need people who will be on our side. But it seems things aren't going according to plan, are they..."
Na-young looked down slightly. "Yes, sir..."
"Oh, right, what about that hidden camera case? The culprit still hasn't been caught?" Dae-jung asked, staring sharply at her.
Na-young quickly replied. "I apologize about that..."
Han Dae-jung gave a faint smile.
"No, no... I'm not blaming you. But with this incident, if it's not solved... you'll suffer a big loss. Especially regarding your status as the branch manager candidate you've been hoping for."
His hand reached out and touched Na-young's cheek.
"I'll give everything for this promotion," Na-young whispered softly.
Han Dae-jung snorted.
"Well, you also don't want to go back to the past... when you used your body to achieve your goals, do you?"
Na-young bit her lip. "No..."
"In that case... was the report I submitted accepted?" Na-young asked hesitantly.
"Which report?" Dae-jung replied, slowly squeezing Na-young's chest.
Na-young held back a moan, then answered.
"There's an employee with a very bad reputation. This man is the key to the hidden camera issue in the women's restroom. Other employees are still suspicious that he's the culprit. So... I hope you can approve his transfer to a branch office."
Dae-jung smirked, his hands now squeezing both of Na-young's buttocks.
"Oh, I see. Your plan is to kick him to a branch office... to make it look like he's the culprit, is that it?"
"Y-yeah... isn't it a good idea?" Na-young whispered, trying to hold herself back.
"But what if he makes trouble and complains that the transfer is unfair?" Dae-jung said, his lower body now pressing against Na-young's buttocks.
Na-young whispered quickly. "I'll take care of it. I'll make sure nothing happens."
Her hand grabbed Dae-jung's hand, which was starting to slip into her crotch. She held back her moans, her face trembling to suppress a tickle.
Han Dae-jung stopped his groping hand. He looked at Na-young with a sly smile.
"I know you'll handle this as best as you can. You're the expert... at fixing someone's career."
He straightened his tie, then added.
"In that case, I will approve his transfer. And from now on, it's up to you. I'll be watching."
"Yes, sir..." Na-young replied softly.
Dae-jung walked out, leaving a strong masculine scent in the room.
Na-young stared at his back before swearing. "That horny pig..."
Hye-jin heard all of that clearly. She clutched her phone tightly, her breathing still fast from the tension.
"Just like I saw in the warehouse..." Hye-jin mumbled as she retold the story to Kang Min-ho that night.
"Wow... that's good," Min-ho said, lying back with his hands supporting his head.
"So, what's the relationship between the Branch Manager and the team leader anyway?" Min-ho asked curiously.
Hye-jin shrugged. "I don't know... maybe the same as us."
"The same as us? What are you talking about?" he said with a groan, enjoying the sensation of Hye-jin's tongue licking his penis.
Hye-jin sucked deeply, then slowly stopped her movements. Saliva dripped from the corner of her lips, making Min-ho's penis wet. She looked at Min-ho with naughty eyes, then smiled faintly.
"If you give me what I want..." she whispered, licking her lips. "I'll give you my ass."
With a slow but seductive motion, Hye-jin lowered her black lace panties, revealing her already wet vagina. She turned, bending her body over the motel bed, her full, round butt now right in front of Min-ho's face.
"Come on, Min-ho..." she said coyly, wiggling her hips. "Eat me from behind."
Min-ho swallowed hard, his hands reaching for Hye-jin's waist. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if the long-awaited prize had finally arrived.
The next day.
I walked to the office with my usual steps. Nothing was different, until I saw a crowd of colleagues standing in front of the announcement board on the second-floor lobby wall.
I approached, my curiosity overpowering the last of my morning drowsiness.
'What's going on? Why is it so crowded in front of the announcement board?' I thought, trying to slip through them.
The moment my eyes landed on the white paper taped to the board, my heart started to pound.
Position Appointment Announcement
No. 1:
Name: Han Joon-ki
Position: Assistant Manager
Transfer Details: From the Main Branch to the Gwangmyeon Plaza Branch.
My hands clenched without me even realizing it.
'What the hell is this?!'
I could feel my face getting hot, my blood starting to rush to my head. Anger, confusion, disappointment—everything was mixed up.
'Why was I transferred without my consent? Is this the result of their slander? Do they really want to get rid of me in such a sneaky way?'
I slowly backed away from the crowd, avoiding the stares that felt like daggers in my back. A few people whispered softly; I knew they were talking about me.
"A branch transfer? So he really was the culprit, then?"
"That's weird, though, that he still got a promotion."
"Yeah... it's probably just a gentle way of getting rid of him."
The whispers hit my ears harder than a punch.
I stayed at my desk that day, trying to work as usual, but my mind was completely unsettled. The documents in front of me were a blur, the letters dancing around without me being able to understand them.
'How long do I have to keep going like this? Should I persevere, or... just give up?'
The workday ended, and I could only let out a long sigh.
On the other side...
A traditional restaurant in the city center. A VIP room with a golden chandelier. A long table was filled with various luxurious dishes like grilled meat, whole fish, expensive soup, and bottles of soju and fine liquor.
At the end of the table sat three important people. Na-young, Branch Manager Yoon Dae-sung, and the company's President Director, Han Seok-ryul, a man in his 60s with graying hair.
Around them stood three young female servers in modified traditional clothing. The thin tops only covered their shoulders, while their skirts were hiked high, revealing smooth thighs and the curves of their buttocks.
The President ate his food with a hearty laugh, his old hand caressing one of the server's thighs. He slipped his hand under her skirt, making the server writhe.
Soon after, without the slightest bit of shame, he pulled down the server's underwear and began to shove his penis into her vagina right on top of the chair.
"Ahhh... President..." the server moaned, her body swaying to the rhythm of the old man's thrusts. Her breasts moved up and down, while her hands tried to hold onto the table.
Na-young stared at the scene with a blank face, as if she were used to it. Then she spoke.
"More than 7.6% of staff have resigned from the company. And another 6.9% have been terminated in accordance with government procedures."
The President looked up slightly from behind the server's skirt that he was pounding into.
"Good, good... keep it up. Just make sure we don't run into any problems."
He went back to thrusting his hips, and the server let out a small shriek, her moans getting louder.
Na-young just stayed silent, staring at the glass of soju in front of her with a cold expression.