"Ji-an-ssi. What time is it now?"
"Half past one."
Bo Ji-an, dressed up prettier than usual, scowled at me fiercely.
Her black hair — like she'd just come from a salon — fell in soft waves down to her chest.
A light brown knit top, woven from thick yarn, covered her large breasts, and an ivory skirt that nearly reached her ankles hid her legs.
"Haa... Why do you think I'm asking the time? Isn't your shift change at 1 o'clock?"
"Am I late every day?"
"Excuse me?"
"Isn't it possible to be a little late sometimes? You know, when you're living your life? And I'm already in a shitty mood..."
After that, she muttered, 'Fucking petty,' under her breath.
It wasn't a quiet mumble I wasn't supposed to hear. She said it loud enough for me to catch.
"Don't be late next time."
"If I'm late, Sajang-nim can just go home. My phone number is right there, so if a customer comes, they'll call. Then I can explain over the phone, or tell them to wait a bit. Isn't that right?"
She's impossible to reason with, as expected.
Is it that hard to say sorry?
Is it that hard to say one sentence — that she was late because she was on a date with her boyfriend, and it won't happen again?
"Haa... Okay. Do whatever you want then."
"Yes. I will."
As I stood up from my seat, Bo Ji-an snatched the chair and started spraying something on it again.
"Bo Ji-an-ssi."
"Ah! I told you not to call me that...!"
"We got a complaint from a female member today."
I cut off Bo Ji-an's words and kept going.
"She said she heard strange noises in the bathroom?"
"...Strange noises?"
"I'm hesitant to say this... but she said she heard sounds like jjigeok jjigeok and moaning."
"...."
Bo Ji-an's expression instantly went stiff.
Yeah. You're surprised, aren't you?
Today, I carefully reviewed the CCTV footage and analyzed Bo Ji-an's patterns.
Surprisingly, she was fingering her pussy in the bathroom or emergency stairs every single day.
It wasn't directly caught on CCTV.
Only footage of her entering the bathroom and walking out to the emergency stairs was recorded.
But that was enough to know.
Once she goes in, she doesn't come out for at least 30 minutes. She must be masturbating then.
The time she went to masturbate was almost the same every day.
"They say they hear those sounds around 10 PM. Do you have any idea what it could be?"
"...No? I didn't hear anything? Who's saying that? Isn't that nonsense?"
"The person who filed the complaint said it might cause a fight if word got out that she reported it, so she asked me to keep it secret. So, Bo Ji-an-ssi, please keep an eye on the bathroom from now on without telling anyone else. If there really is someone like that, I'll report them to the police and make sure they never do it again."
"...Okay."
To be honest, I was a little hesitant about whether to say this or not.
If I told her someone was moaning while playing with herself in the women's bathroom, Bo Ji-an might get scared and stop masturbating for a while.
But once I said it, I felt so relieved.
Bo Ji-yeon — wait, Bo Ji-an — who always argues with everything I say and never accepts a word obediently.
Just seeing her look that flustered made all the stress I'd built up today disappear.
"Then, keep up the good work."
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"Then, keep up the good work."
"...."
I didn't respond to Sajang-nom's farewell.
If I said something and my voice shook, he might catch on.
N-no way... Who heard that?
I've definitely been using the dildo lately without caring about the sound.
But it's not like I had zero precautions.
If I got caught, it'd be social suicide, so would I really just leave everything to luck and finger my pussy?
Unless my brain melted from pleasure, there's no way I'd do that.
I definitely didn't hear anyone come close... Could there be someone as sensitive to sound as I am? Why would someone like that even be in a study room?
Maybe they're someone who awakened a lower-grade aptitude like me.
People with F-grade or E-grade don't necessarily work as dangerous hunters.
They build their lives around that aptitude and get normal jobs.
Of course, there are also people like me who live how they want regardless of awakening...
N-now's not the time for that... What should I do? Should I lay low for a while?
It's been six years since I started studying for the Awakened Administration civil service exam.
Whether it's 9th grade or 7th grade, I keep failing every time, so the stress just keeps building and my personality keeps getting sharper.
Especially today — the stress was at its peak.
Why does this happen on the day I break up with that bastard? How can this be happening? The oppression is too much! I even brought my dildo and Womanizer!?
Thinking about it again made me furious.
He talks about platonic love like he's some pure guy, but he's sleeping with another woman?
Who does he only kiss, and who does he have sex with?
Does he not like my body or what?!
Okay. Let's see how the situation is first. I'll check how many people are left... It's not too late to decide then...
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10 PM.
Irritation spiked.
And the urge to masturbate rose with it.
"You're telling me to hold out for another 3 hours...?"
Impossible.
I can't concentrate at all.
My eyes keep drifting to the bag with my dildo.
"There aren't many people anyway... I'll never get caught..."
I checked who was left in the study room.
Only 7 people. 4 women, 3 men.
No one uses the emergency stairs except me to begin with.
The rooftop is locked, and the whole building is non-smoking, so smokers go to the first floor.
There's no reason for anyone to go up there at all.
"L-let's go to the emergency stairs... It'll be fine as long as it's not the bathroom... No one goes there..."
I can lock the door to the stairs.
If I print a "No Entry" sign and stick it on, no one will come in.
"Haa... Haa..."
I made it all the way to the end of the emergency stairs without anyone noticing.
The space right in front of the iron door to the rooftop.
Only one sensor light flickered on the ceiling, and familiar cool air hung in the stairwell.
I opened my bag and took out the dildo.
No need to apply lube separately.
I was already so wet that juice was running down my thighs.
I pulled up my skirt and sat on the chair I'd prepared in advance.
The clean towel on the chair made my heart flutter.
Like Pavlov's dog salivating at a bell, my pussy got excited and wet at the soft feeling on my butt.
"I'm so wet I could wring water out..."
The red panties I wore as my lucky pair peeled away from my pussy with a sticky string of liquid.
"A-activate Hearing Enhancement!"
As soon as I used the skill, every sound around me sharpened.
First, I tapped my pussy with my palm.
My pussy, waxed not long ago, made a wet splashing sound as juice flew.
The lewd sound echoed in the narrow stairwell.
My enhanced hearing caught the sound more clearly, and it just made me hotter.
Slap—!
"Uheuheueuk...♥"
I swallowed a moan at the sharp sting and sound of hitting my pussy.
The cycle of making a sound, hearing it echo back, and getting turned on again.
I wanted to shove my fingers in and stir around as much as I wanted, but I couldn't put my manicured nails inside.
"I'm being suspected... I c-can't stop..."
I spread my legs wide and opened my pussy with both hands.
It felt like cold air was going inside me.
What would happen if someone came up the stairs and saw this right now...?
"No... If I get caught, my life... my life is over..."
I picked up the dildo and hurriedly coated it with the juice that had leaked out.
And at this moment, I thought of the person I least wanted to get caught by.
The man who always looks at me with disgusted eyes.
The man who looks at my chest before my face.
The kind of man I'd never want to give my pussy to.
I pushed my dildo in while thinking of that man.
"N-no... Don't put it in... That pathetic dick... Get it out of here...♥"
It was the first time I'd masturbated while thinking of Sajang-nom.
I'd always thought of my boyfriend, imagining having sex with him in the study room while I played with my pussy.
"T-this... dangerous..."
He's someone you can't call handsome even as a compliment.
The body of an ajusshi who doesn't work out.
A pathetic man who watches porn in the study room with a dead expression.
A man who has nothing better than me except that he owns the study room.
A person who gets intimidated and can't even argue properly even if I talk rudely to him.
Every time I moved the dildo, my head spun out lewd scenarios on its own.
"I-if I just let you have it once... If I just let you fuck me once... You'll keep it a secret, right?"
Me, getting caught doing yano.
That trash Sajang-nim using it as blackmail to threaten me and demand he cum inside me.
"Euheueuk...♥"
As I pulled the dildo up hard,
A thin stream of liquid shot out — chwueut—!
The stream fell over the railing and down the stairs.
What would someone think if they saw the wet spot on the stairs...?
Could they even guess it was juice that the study room manager squeezed out with a dildo?
"H-how am I supposed to endure this..."