The next day.
Same routine.
Mei Yoo Jun—Assistant Manager for Ingrid Mikage in the Investors Relations Department—started her day like any other. On paper, not much stood out about her. She was a quiet worker, punctual, modest, and diligent. A little clumsy, yes, but that clumsiness lent her a certain charm. She always seemed like the kind of person people overlooked... until they didn't.
Thick-rimmed glasses framed her big, expressive eyes. Her silky black hair fell straight and clean in a sleek window box cut. Timid, shy, and sweet—that was Mei. But there was one thing about her that everyone in the office noticed, even if she herself pretended not to.
Her breasts.
Voluptuous. Plump. Near the size of Ingrid's, who proudly wore an M-cup. But Mei... Mei was an H-cup. And with an A-grade hourglass figure, thick thighs and wide hips, she turned more heads than she realized. Maybe it was the way she carried herself—modest, a bit naive, utterly unaware of the effect she had.
She did have a boyfriend, though. A college student. Younger than her. Ambitious in his studies, but often neglectful. Sometimes rude. Sometimes selfish. Still, she loved him. Or… at least she believed she did.
As Mei Yoo Jun sat at her desk that morning, she glanced over her cubicle divider and caught sight of Shan Wolf. She blinked. "Huh? I didn't know he wore earrings…" she murmured, eyes following the glint on his lobe. "Kinda… sexy though."
She looked away quickly, cheeks pink.
Why were Ingrid, Eva, and Rae Yoorin always so obsessed with him? She never really understood. When Shan first transferred from Malaysia two years ago, he was nothing special—plain-looking, disheveled, with a ratty old bag and a half-broken laptop. Just another guy.
But now…
Now he was different. Sharper. Leaner. His aura had changed.
"Hey, Yoo Jun."
She jumped, startled out of her thoughts, her gaze darting up. Shan was standing at the edge of her cubicle.
"Ah! Mr. Wolf. Sorry, I was… thinking about something."
Shan smirked. "Let me guess. Rough night with your boyfriend?"
She blushed. "Oh, no! Just… other stuff. Nothing important. Hahaha…"
Not convincing at all.
"By the way," Shan continued, leaning slightly forward, "I'm looking for the files on these five investors from three years ago. Manager Mikage wants them now. You wouldn't happen to know where they are?"
She stood up. "Oh, they should be in the archive room. But it might be tricky to find… I'll help."
They made their way to the archive room—cold, dusty, and filled with rows of metal shelves towering above them like iron walls. Mei spotted the box high on the top tray.
"Umm, Shan, do you mind holding the ladder for me?" she asked softly.
"Sure."
He stepped forward and held it steady. She began to climb. Each step made her skirt sway. As she reached up to rummage through the top shelf, Shan, standing just below, glanced upward for a second.
And then he froze.
White lace thong.
His mind blanked. "Is that…?" he thought, eyes wide. "A white thong?"
It wasn't intentional. Mei wasn't that kind of woman. He knew her to be shy, reserved, adorably clumsy. But this… this was bold.
He quickly looked away, face flushed.
Mei continued searching for the files, unaware at first. But then… realization dawned.
"Wait a second. If I'm up here... he can probably see my—!!"
A rush of panic hit her. But it didn't stop her. Oddly, something inside her liked the thought. Her heart pounded. Her skin prickled. A man—Shan Wolf—was seeing something so intimate.
It thrilled her.
Why?
Maybe it was the vulnerability. Maybe it was the rawness. Or maybe… maybe it was because it wasn't her boyfriend seeing her this way.
"I found it!" she exclaimed.
But as she stepped down, her heel caught.
"Ahhh!"
"Yoo Jun!"
She fell—but Shan caught her.
They tumbled together, crashing to the floor in a tangle of limbs and papers. Her skirt slid up to her waist. Their faces were inches apart. Then closer. Then—
Lips met.
Soft. Accidental. But undeniably a kiss.
Shan's hands were on her waist—no, lower—on her ass. Firmly.
He pulled back, eyes wide. "Umm… sorry. Are you okay?"
Mei looked at him, stunned. His lips… so close. His skin… warm. "He has this… baby-faced thing," she thought, dazed. "When did he get so cute?"
"I-I'm okay," she whispered. Then, more quietly, "But… my heart isn't."
And before Shan could react, she pulled him into another kiss.
Deeper.
Fiercer.
"Mei—! Hold on, what are you—"
She shut him up with her mouth, her hands tangling into his hair.
He sat up, holding her as she clung to him. Her body pressed close. Her breath hot. His hands, instinctively, gripped her hips again.
"Mmm…" she moaned softly.
"What's wrong with her?" Shan thought, his body heating up. "Why now?"
She shouldn't be doing this. She had a boyfriend. She was loyal.
But something had snapped.
Her hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning the top three buttons. She looked at his chest.
"When did he get this built?" she thought, eyes devouring his lean muscles.
"Fuck it," Shan muttered—and kissed her back.
They groped. Touched. Explored.
"Ah…" Mei moaned, her neck tilted back as Shan kissed and nibbled along her sensitive skin. "Why am I… allowing this?" she thought. "I should stop."
But she couldn't.
She didn't want to.
"You know," Shan whispered against her ear, nibbling her earlobe, "I always thought you were cute."
"Me?" she gasped.
"Yeah. When I first joined. You were always clumsy, but funny. Others laughed behind your back, but me? I thought it was adorable."
He nudged her nose with his. "You're cute, Yoo Jun."
She blushed furiously.
"I… I… bye!!" she squeaked and scrambled to her feet, running off in embarrassment.
Shan chuckled, sitting up amid the mess of papers and files. "Heh… cute."
He sighed, then began cleaning up.
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Just outside the archive room, Mei Yoo Jun stood with her back to the wall, her cheeks burning.
"What did I just do…?" she whispered, voice trembling.
She had a boyfriend. She'd been faithful. But now? Now she felt like a cheater.
"But… it was just a kiss. Right?"
Her heart wasn't convinced.
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That evening, Mei Yoo Jun stood outside her boyfriend's apartment with a small bag in hand—fried rice and grilled eel. Comfort food. Food that symbolized love, care… and perhaps a silent offering of peace.
"Maybe he'll like it," she thought, trying to smile. "Maybe if he eats this, we can… maybe we'll be okay. Maybe we'll have sex again. Maybe… rough."
She chuckled softly at the thought. Eel was supposed to boost libido, according to Korean tradition.
"Maybe I'm desperate."
She reached the door and rang the bell.
"Coming!" a familiar voice called from inside.
The door opened—and her world shattered.
There stood her boyfriend… in a T-shirt and boxers, blinking in surprise.
And behind him, another woman. Younger. Wearing only a bra and panties.
"Huh? Babe, was that the food—oh?" the girl said, confused.
Mei stood frozen.
The bag slipped from her hands. Food hit the floor.
She didn't speak. She just turned and ran.
"Yoo Jun! Wait!" her boyfriend called.
But she was already gone.
She ran.
And ran.
Through the dark streets. Her lungs burned. Her tears blurred her vision. One drop of rain landed on her glasses. Then another.
Soon, a downpour.
---
Shan Wolf was on the lower ground level of his condo building, tossing out the trash. Rain began pelting down just as he stepped out of the elevator.
"Of all times," he muttered, annoyed.
As he walked back, he saw her.
A lone figure squatting by the pole light in the rain.
"Mei Yoo Jun?"
He rushed to the security booth and borrowed an umbrella.
She didn't look up until he stood before her, shielding her from the storm.
"Mr. Wolf?" she blinked.
"What are you doing here?"
"I was… thinking of calling you," she said softly.
"Me? Wait… how do you know where I live?"
She wiped her tears. "I'm in IR, remember? I handle sensitive information."
"…That's some abuse of power," Shan muttered under his breath. "Cute little klutz."
"Can I ask you for something?" she said, reaching for his hand.
"Of course."
"Can you… make me some cup ramen?"
He blinked. "That's it?"
---
Back at Shan's penthouse, he did more than that.
He cooked.
Homemade chicken soup ramen with a warm vegetable broth. As he stirred the pot, Mei watched him silently, wrapped in one of his large T-shirts, her wet clothes left in the laundry.
"Here. It's not much," Shan said, placing the bowl in front of her, "but I couldn't let you go hungry."
He took a towel and gently dried her hair.
"Hold still, okay?"
She nodded.
The soup was hot. Comforting. Delicious.
She took a bite.
And began to cry.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Shan asked, sitting beside her.
"I did my best," she sobbed. "I bought eel and fried rice. I thought we'd eat together. Maybe… have a romantic night."
Shan sighed. "Yeah… something did happen."
Mei turned to him, teary-eyed. "Mr. Wolf… are all men like this?"
"What do you mean?"
"They act like they give you everything. But once they have you, they go to other girls."
She glared at him now.
"And you… you're the same! You're with Manager Mikage, and you still slept with Rae and Eva!"
Shan's eyes widened.
So she thought he was dating Ingrid. He wasn't.
"Mr. Wolf! You're such a bad wolf!!"
"Hey! It's not what you think—"
"How old are you, Mr. Wolf?!"
"…Twenty-five. Turning twenty-six soon."
"Good!" she snapped.
Before Shan could ask why, she launched at him.
"I'm going to have you too!"
They tumbled to the floor.
"Yoo Jun—get ahold of yourself—!"
"No!" she yelled. "I need to know!"
She yanked down his trousers and boxers. Shan flinched.
"Oi! Stop that, woman!"
Then she saw it.
Her breath caught. "Oh. My. Gosh…"
"It's bigger than my boyfriend's."
Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth.
"The fuck—!?" Shan gasped.
He'd had blowjobs before—Ingrid, Eva, Rae—but this? This was something else. A mix of desperation and raw need. A monster awakening.
Mei Yoo Jun was giving him the blowjob of the century.
And neither of them knew where this night would take them next…
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Chapter 36 — End.