It was several dozen minutes later that I finally came face-to-face with her.
While I was in the middle of cleaning the hallway, I locked eyes with Choi A-ran on her way to the bathroom.
She scanned me up and down for a moment, then her mouth fell open.
She rushed over and smacked my arm playfully.
"I told you to come to the company, and you're actually cleaning?"
"Why not? Cleaning's fun enough. Gotta earn money to buy my darling some earrings."
Choi A-ran let out a disbelieving chuckle.
She glanced around quickly, then cupped my cheeks and pulled me into a deep kiss.
The cool mint of her breath spread through me.
"Haa. Consider this payment for the lunchbox. Don't read into it."
She dabbed at her lips with a handkerchief and headed into the bathroom.
But then she paused, turned back, and issued a curt order in a businesslike tone.
"Oh, and go clean the floor in my office. It's filthy with dust."
Hmm. Sounded like she wanted to play some kind of role-play scenario.
Well, she was my superior, so if she said clean, I cleaned.
Besides, this dynamic wasn't half bad.
A hotshot career woman and a broke janitor? It was the cheeky cliché straight out of my fantasies.
"Understood. As you command."
I headed straight to her office and got to work scrubbing the floor.
Soon enough, she returned after finishing up.
"Hey. Are you even doing this right? There's still water here."
She laid into me the second she walked in.
Arms crossed, subtly showing off her cleavage—it was teasingly provocative.
"Ah, sorry. I'm new here today."
"Do it properly. You don't want to get fired on your first day."
"Yes, ma'am. Noted."
She strode across the floor I'd just cleaned to her desk.
Then she sat down and crossed her legs like she owned the place.
The subtle sheen of her pantyhose and the sharp point of her high heels at the end.
She dangled them teasingly, swaying them up and down in a seductive rhythm.
—Gulp
'Damn. Look at those thick thighs. I'd die happy smothered under them.'
As if sensing my burning desire, she uncrossed and recrossed her legs the other way, giving a fleeting glimpse inside her short dress.
A flash of red lace panties peeked out between her plump thighs.
'Ugh. Screw the role-play—should I just pounce?'
Rip those stockings off rough, shove the panties aside, and thrust in—heaven right there.
But that'd tank the shoot's quality.
Stories need buildup and proper progression.
All I could do was swallow hard and admire her sleek legs.
Choi A-ran, catching my stare, suddenly snorted and smirked.
A mocking taunt slipped from her twisted lips.
"Hmph. Staring like some perv. Don't roll your eyes like that—it creeps me out. Not like you'll get anything from it."
"..."
"No answer? So rude."
"...Sorry."
"Floor's done. Wipe down this desk now."
She pointed to the table she was sitting at.
Clearly plotting something naughty.
I grabbed the rag and started cleaning the desk as ordered.
She hummed softly behind me, legs still crossed.
As I wiped away...
Something smooth slid up my calf.
I glanced down—it was Choi A-ran's high heel.
She'd stretched her foot out, teasing my calf gently.
Her stocking-clad leg and pointed heel formed a tantalizing harmony.
—Ssshh... Ssshh...
"What are you doing? Not finishing up?"
I froze at the teasing touch, and she licked her lips with a lewd smile.
Then she slid her foot higher, past my knee.
Rubbing my inner thigh softly before stopping right at my crotch.
Frustrated, I glanced back.
She nudged my balls with her toe and grinned.
"What? Expecting something?"
—Tap tap-tap
Each tap made my cock twitch inside the jumpsuit.
Feeling it pulse, she played her foot even more skillfully.
"Oh my. Getting hard already?"
"..."
"Not embarrassed? Popping a boner on the job. What a naughty dick."
—Prod
"Ngh."
"Why'd you stop? Slack off and no pay. Didn't you come here to earn money?"
Fully immersed, her eyes dripped with domineering lust.
I'd thought she preferred being on the receiving end, given her tastes.
Turns out, she got off on dishing it out too.
It deviated from the shoot concept, but as long as it turned her on, whatever.
I resumed wiping, and she struck again with her foot.
Tapping between my legs, signaling me to spread them.
My pride stung—I didn't budge.
So she jabbed my ass with her heel.
"What? Servant ignoring orders? I was gonna double your pay. Don't want the money?"
She seemed like the type who'd actually pay, so I spread my legs a bit.
Now I looked ridiculous, wiping the desk half-crouched.
Satisfied, she nodded and caressed my inner thigh like it was merchandise.
Kneading, stroking, then murmuring in a sticky voice.
"Mm. Legs are decent. Wonder if this pathetic dick's any good?"
Her hand snaked out like a serpent, fondling near my balls.
Startled, I grabbed her hand to stop her.
Her brows furrowed—she'd just been getting into it.
"Ha! What the hell? Let go!"
Sorry, but rushing too far now would leave us short on footage later.
Plus, I was getting a bit greedy for cash.
"Well, actually... anything from there on is extra charge..."
Her lips twisted slyly.
"Oh, is that it? How much?"
I threw out a plausible price.
"Touching's 100,000 won. Looking's 200,000."
She grumbled about the high price.
"Touching's 100,000? Did you plate it in gold?"
"Don't like it, hire someone else."
"Tch. Fine, pricey ass. Let go."
Jackpot. 100,000 won secured.
Maybe this gig paid better than expected.
No wonder streamers beg whales for bits over stuff like this.
The thrill of cash for something so simple was addictive.
She smacked her lips and got serious, stroking my ass like a pro with a stallion, even giving it a smack.
Soon her hand reached my balls again.
Even through the jumpsuit, she traced the outline lovingly.
"Mm. Spreading your legs for pocket change. Oh? Twitching already? So full of energy."
Curious, she prodded my glans with a finger.
Tracing the ridge, gripping to test hardness.
Little gasps escaped her each time.
Not to brag, but strip me and I'm a corpse—no fat, all muscle.
In other words, my body's top-tier.
"Like what you see?"
"Hm. Not bad. How much for a look again?"
"200,000 won."
"Paying. Take it off."
But the jumpsuit was one piece—stripping fully in her office was tricky.
Plus, randos dropped by often.
I explained, and she countered with a deal, disappointed.
"Then just unzip. Let me reach in. I paid good money."
I settled for 50,000 extra for skin contact.
She dove in without hesitation, like she'd craved this control forever.
—Ziiiip
I unzipped from neck to navel, baring my torso.
Too hot for an undershirt.
My chiseled muscles gleamed; she gulped, eyes wide at the unexpected sight.
"Wh-what workouts do you do?"
"Just light stuff at home."
"R-really? Can I... touch here too?"
"Normally 100,000, but 50,000 this time."
Money no object now, she reached out and caressed my chest.
Each pectoral twitch deepened her sultry gaze.
'Good call doubling my workouts. Simiken-hyung said self-care comes first.'
She explored my chest and abs like buried treasure.
Her touch was tender, lover-like.
Blushing, she murmured.
"H-how much to suck?"
"Where?"
"Uh, just... up top..."
"You've spent plenty—10,000 won."
Forgetting our twisted roles, she tossed her hair and latched onto my chest.
Rubbing her cheek for warmth, then flicking out her cute tongue to lick my nipple.
"Slurp... lick... slurrrp..."
The moment her warm tongue met skin, a strange heat surged.
I shivered slightly; pleased, she licked more insistently.
Her hand slipped inside the jumpsuit, gripping my cock naturally.
It throbbed hard in her grasp.
Shocked by the vitality, she stared blankly.
"Wh-what is this?"
"Haha. Worth the price, right?"
She gripped again—now thicker from the arousal.
Sizing it up, her lips quivered.
Enthralled, she asked.
"How much."
"Huh?"
"Full course. Price."
She pulled out her platinum card.