Chapter 81 - Precarious Afternoon
"Do you remember?"
I stammered, unable to answer, and Seoyoung asked again, her tone a little coercive.
Then, she started moving closer and closer to me.
"...Yeah..."
'Why is she getting so close...?'
I tried to back away, inch by inch, to put some distance between us, but there was only so much room on the sofa.
Before long, I ran out of space and ended up lying down, with Seoyoung straddling me.
Ahem
... I was used to this position by now...
The position of being prey...
Seoyoung didn't seem to care, though. She just kept talking, looking down at me with a serious gaze.
"You know I don't like it when things are frustrating, right?"
Nod-nod.
Pinned beneath her, I nodded at her somewhat threatening tone.
"So... answer me properly. If you frustrate me, I'm going to take off your clothes one by one."
A chill ran down my spine at Seoyoung's words, and my pupils wavered slightly.
Seoyoung had now climbed completely onto my pelvis, pressing her body down so I couldn't escape.
There was nothing I could do. I had no choice but to answer, pinned down by the strong Seoyoung.
What on earth was she trying to say?
I noticed the situation taking a strange turn, little by little... but it was already too late.
It couldn't be helped. I had no choice but to face it head-on.
"I confessed to you on a summer night."
"...Yes..."
"At that time, I didn't know you were a spy. Right?"
"...That's right..."
As Seoyoung spoke, the memories of that day began to surface in my mind again.
Back then, I was a rookie Executive in my prime, struggling a lot with the heavy duty of being a spy.
I drank alcohol every single day without fail, caught between the fear of dying if discovered and the sense of alienation among the Executives I was starting to get close to.
And the Executive I became closest to during that period was... Lee Seoyoung, who was looking down at me right now.
We grew closer after being assigned the same missions by chance several times, and we became even closer by drinking together after work.
As we drank... I kept showing Seoyoung how much I was struggling with my difficult situation.
But... I could never tell her why it was so hard.
If I had told her the truth... my life wouldn't have been guaranteed.
Time passed like that,
And one evening, Seoyoung confessed to me in a park where a cool breeze was blowing.
She told me to come to her, that she would make things less difficult for me.
Honestly, I was struggling so much that I almost gave in, and I wanted to reach out to her...
But since our relationship had become close so rapidly... I couldn't trust her.
It was more that I was dating her to alleviate my pain and hardship rather than because I liked Seoyoung, and...
I thought that while dating, my spy activities would become even more burdensome, and my identity would be exposed in no time.
Even if the worst-case scenario happened and I was found out... there was no guarantee she would be on my side.
Therefore... I rejected her confession.
Because I was a spy... it was something that could never come to fruition.
"Back then... there might have been other reasons, but was it because you were a spy that you... didn't accept my confession?"
Seoyoung's words were too direct for me.
"...Yes..."
"Then... did you have at least a little bit of a crush on me back then?"
Hearing that, my mind became increasingly complicated.
What were the feelings I had for Seoyoung back then?
Comfort... friendship... fear... hope... gratitude...
I didn't know.
I couldn't tell, perhaps because so many complex emotions were mixed together.
"Hoo... I said I don't like it when things are frustrating..."
Seoyoung looked down at me with a slightly furrowed expression.
"Heh... honestly, I don't really know... it was all so complicated back then..."
I desperately squeezed out an answer to avoid provoking her.
"Then... how about now? About me."
Seoyoung asked, pressing her body closer.
She was wearing dolphin shorts, and I could fully feel the soft texture of Seoyoung's thighs through the thin fabric, so I tried hard to ignore the distraction and thought.
In my opinion, the current... Seoyoung... wasn't bad.
Rather than not bad, honestly, I liked her.
She took care of me well, second only to Chae-ryeong-nim... and she had treated me affectionately even after we made up.
"Right now... I think you're a good Executive who takes good care of me."
I definitely thought it was a decent answer, but...
Seoyoung's expression seemed slightly displeased.
What kind of answer did she want?
"Then, one more question."
"I know you're a spy now. Even so... if I like you... what would you do...?"
The expression on Seoyoung's face as she spoke was more serious than ever.
Her unwavering gaze was so straight that it seemed like she was only speaking the truth.
Thump-thump! Thump-thump!!
Hearing Seoyoung's words, my heart began to beat uncontrollably hard.
My head felt dazed as if hit by a hammer, and my body froze like ice.
You... like me... still...?
Me, who was a spy...?
Was she playing a prank right now? That didn't make sense...
"Just answer honestly. What do you want to do?"
Seoyoung placed her hand on my chest where my heart was.
The sound of my heart pounding like a storm was transmitted vividly through her hand.
I couldn't speak.
It was so sudden, and because it was a question I hadn't expected, my brain just wouldn't work.
"Are you... not going to answer...?"
And... seeing me stammer and unable to answer, she slowly began to lift my top.
My muscular torso began to be revealed to her... and my nipples were just about to make an appearance.
Ugh... if it goes on like this, it's dangerous...
I became desperate and opened my mouth to say something.
"I... I am...!!"
Just then—
Along with the sound of the door opening, I heard someone entering.
"Oh my... was the timing bad?"
The one who entered with a sly smile and a cheerful voice was... Chae-ryeong.
"Eonni...? What the...! Without even saying anything..."
The serious Seoyoung vanished without a trace, and she jumped off the sofa, returning to her usual self.
'Haa... haa... nice timing... Chae-ryeong-nim...'
I gasped for air as the crisis passed, feeling so grateful to Chae-ryeong-nim inside.
"How did you get here?"
Seoyoung asked, tilting her head.
"Why do you think? I came because I wanted to see Seoyoung... and Minseo!"
Chae-ryeong smiled brightly and hugged Seoyoung tightly.
Because of Chae-ryeong's large breasts, Seoyoung seemed to be suffocating and tapped her hand to signal for her to let go.
"Hua... I can't breathe... what is it... just because of that...?"
"What do you mean 'just because of that'? I came because I was worried about whether our Seoyoung was doing a good job."
The look in Chae-ryeong's eyes as she said that... looked a bit sinister.
And... that sinister gaze soon turned toward me.
Heum-chit.
I showed a bit of surprise at that gaze... but soon bowed my head to greet her.
"Hello, Chae-ryeong-nim."
"Yes. Have you been well? Minseo too?"
Chae-ryeong sat down naturally on the sofa next to me and linked her arm with mine.
"You didn't come to see me... you must have come to see Minseo—"
Seoyoung seemed to scoff... then suddenly rushed toward me.
Eh...?
What was this...!! Suddenly...!!!
She suddenly rushed over, jumped, and landed
plop
on my thighs.
"Keu-heuk—"
I let out a groan at the faint, though not severe, pain in my thighs.
"Minseo is... mine."
Seoyoung said with a smile, sitting facing me and overlapping.
And then... she hugged me tightly.
Feeling her soft breasts pressed against my chest, my thighs trembled slightly at the squishy and sweet sensation.
At her action of wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling her body into complete contact, a groan automatically escaped my lips.
"Uh-euh... Seoyoung-nim... the stimulation...
heut
..."
Was she doing this on purpose?
Wearing the dolphin shorts, she kept rubbing her lower body against my pelvis, starting to give me lewd stimulation.
The sensation of her thighs was fully transmitted to my lower body, and my penis began to heat up slowly.
No... not here...
I tried to endure it forcibly... but my penis wouldn't listen and began to swell instinctively.
"That's... something for Minseo to decide, isn't it?"
However, Chae-ryeong didn't lose either, and she put her hand inside my top to stroke my abs and... my nipples.
"Ah-heu... seriously... wait a second..."
With the stimulation becoming even more intense, my waist lifted automatically.
Chae-ryeong's touch was insanely soft and warm, feeling like I was getting a massage.
"Who do you like more? Minseo?"
Seoyoung smiled mischievously and pressed her face close to mine.
Heh... was this really the same person who was serious just a moment ago?
I felt my mind becoming dazed at her dual-personality-like appearance.
"Who do you like more...?"
Chae-ryeong also slowly and stickily twisted my nipples round and round to torment me.
Seoyoung and... Chae-ryeong... I couldn't possibly choose between the two.
No, even if I did choose... I didn't have the confidence to handle the aftermath that would follow.
"Heu-aaa... I can't choose... I like both of you—!"
My voice became slurred with pleasure, and I begged.
"Heum... is that so?"
"Um..."
Did the words that I liked both of them sound pleasant?
Seoyoung and Chae-ryeong stopped tormenting me and seemed to be thinking seriously.
"Then... Eonni, let's have a truce for now."
"Sounds good."
The two shook hands as if they had agreed on something.
No... what about my opinion before that...?
The words I wanted to say rose to my throat... but I couldn't say them.
Seoyoung got off me, and Chae-ryeong took her hand out from under my shirt, and the atmosphere seemed to lock in for the moment.
"Hoo... I'm thirsty."
My ears perked up at Chae-ryeong's words that she was thirsty.
"Shall I bring you both a drink?"
I smiled brightly and caught the opportunity to escape from here.
"Oh... could you? I'll have a blueberry yogurt."
"I'll have a lemonade!"
And so, I left the office after receiving the requests from Chae-ryeong and Seoyoung.
"Hoo... this is driving me crazy."
Just having the two Executives there felt like all my energy was being drained away.
No... was it because they're both women...
Anyway... was the question Seoyoung asked seriously earlier... sincere...?
That she likes me even knowing I'm a spy...?
Could it be another one of her mischievous jokes?
Whether it's sincere or not... only she would know.
Before my mind got even more complicated, I shook my head and turned my footsteps toward the kitchen.