It’s not like we are in a relationship or anything.

Si-Jin put her feet back into their respective shoes.

It was an obvious story. Kwon Si-Jin was a man of outstanding appearance for whom any woman would fall for at first glance, not to mention his social situation. On the contrary, it would be weird that he did not have any lover.

She remembered Kang-Hee once joked that despite Si-Jin’s neat and stiff attitude, women who did not know about it would definitely swarm around him. Of course this was assuming that, as someone even busier than his actual employees, he was willing to abide some time to it.

From the beginning, Na-Yool could tell just from his looks, but she had once again been enlightened about it when they slept together for the first time last week. That Si-Jin was even good at that.

To the point she wondered if that was the reason for his personality.

What if he did not abide some time for a lover? Even if he did, he probably had already been living a life of debauchery.

…In any case, it did not matter. Not with her, anyways.

Na-Yool could still confidently say that she was not affected at all by the obvious fact that Si-Jin had women in his life, nor the objective deduction that there were so many of them. Yes she could, but to herself.

But to realize it so concretely…

The brutal realization that he might have done something like this to someone else, or that someone might have asked for his awkward consideration – and to so vividly imagine that he was willing to do it for her…

…… What is the point of getting involved then?

There was none. None, at all.

As she was still immobilized by Si-Jin’s body on top of her, Na-Yool, spiritless, looked at him, spreading her legs slightly apart. In fact, she was close enough to not actually see him.

As she was lost in a daze, she did not notice Si-Jin’s fingers, wrapped in several pieces of tissue, penetrate her still wet hole. She kept defenselessly watching him, when she belatedly got startled.

“Wh-wh-wh-what are you doing??”

Na-Yool broke away in haste, but he grabbed her waist and pulled her back. He brushed aside her curly pubic hair and dug in to superficially wipe her insides. He casually answered: “I’m afraid it will spill when you’re walking, so I’m wiping it off.”

“…I can go and take care of it myself!”

“Where? In the bathroom, alone?”

“……”

“I am turned on just thinking of it.”

Si-Jin ‒ oh so nonchalantly ‒ smacked his lips. Na-Yool could not tell if he was hungry for it or not. She blushed.

“Take it… out, please.”

“I didn’t even put it in that much yet.”

He thoroughly swept her folds upwards and removed the damped tissue. Wet with her slick juice, the tissue passed by Na-Yool’s field of vision and got thrown in the trash.

His tall figure casted a shadow above her head as Si-Jin rose to his full height. He pulled her wet underwear back up and lowered her skirt that had crawled up to her hips back into place. Apart from being so bold and resolute, his touch was somewhat clumsy.

As expected, no matter how much he is loved by women, with that nasty personality of his, there is no way he would often have…

No way he would have done that kind of thing. It was certain. Suddenly changing her mind, Na-Yool accepted his clumsy but confident touch while being wrapped in a strange sense of relief. As much as his actions were rough, he was cautious in his own way, proceeding with care.

Even so, Na-Yool was determined to never fool herself into thinking she was special…

“Enough. You can stop now.” she said, while she more or less struggled to remove his hand that had reached for her blouse. She was about to go to the toilets to fix herself again from head to toe.

Besides, if she were to remain stuck to him, what had been done might very much start again…

“Alright.”

Like putting her somewhat wishful thought to shame, Si-Jin blandly broke away from her first. Really, what an unpredictable man he was. One moment he would behave so hornily, verbalizing his raw desire, and the next he would be acting so unaffected.

Na-Yool hid her disappointment and moved away from his desk. She concealed her facial expression and changed the tone she had just used, doing her best to pretend nothing had happened just before.