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His newlywed life with his wife has changed.

These days, Lee Byung-joo has been experiencing this fact firsthand. How did it end up like this?

It's a bit embarrassing to say it out loud, but he has a nice appearance and a wealthy family that has never worried about money. His dating skills and techniques have been honed through his glamorous womanizing.

It was easy for him to seduce the young and innocent Seo Jin-ah.

At first, he thought of taking her out to have some fun, but these days, he has a virgin who is like a natural monument, and she has a natural D-cup breast that he has always admired, a fair and pale skin, a kind personality, and a pure lover who only looks at him. Seo Jin-ah was a woman he didn't want to let go of, enough to break his belief that he was a non-marriage person.

Byung-joo, who also has above-average stamina, couldn't just leave his attractive wife alone, and they have been enjoying a hot and passionate newlywed life since the wedding.

If only he hadn't suddenly developed erectile dysfunction.

At first, he tried to deny it, rationalizing it by saying that his condition was not good, that he was psychologically unstable, etc. However, Lee Byung-joo could not help but accept this frequent fact.

The fact that he was a eunuch who could no longer have a normal erection.

"Bam!"

He slammed the table hard.

"Damn...damn...fuck."

He tried everything from hospitals to oriental medicine clinics to folk remedies. However, his dick showed no signs of recovery. What on earth could be the problem? He's not even thirty yet.

"Byung-joo..... Are you okay?"

His wife Seo Jin-ah, who was getting ready for work, asked worriedly. He must be having a hard time, but Byung-joo loved his wife who was always considerate of her husband.

The tight white one-piece dress that came just below her thighs clearly revealed the outline of her voluptuous chest and her entire body. Also, because of the thin fabric, her black underwear was slightly visible, enough to stimulate men's imagination.

'Oh! 'You're so sexy today?'

Because of the visual stimulation, Byung-joo's penis twitches. However, it still doesn't get erect.

'Huh?'

He was embarrassed by the sudden sense of incongruity that crossed his mind. Did his wife wear clothes like that? She had suffered from the lecherous gazes of men since she was young because of her voluptuous breasts that contrasted her innocent face. That's why she always wore clothes that didn't reveal her body.

Because of that, Byung-joo didn't know that her breasts were a national treasure until they had sex for the first time. How could his wife wear such a tight and even short one-piece dress?

"Clothes? ...Did you buy new ones?"

"Oh, I changed the style. Hehe."

"....."

"I....are you okay?"

"...Oh, yeah, it's so pretty. It suits you well."

Byung-joo had wanted to make his wife wear a one-piece dress like that for a long time, but he was cautious because he knew her trauma. In fact, I had planned to give her a sexy one-piece dress as a present for our upcoming wedding anniversary and have a hot night.

Because of the conservative atmosphere in our house, my wife instinctively refused oral sex and any other positions besides missionary. It was as if she thought it was dirty. I planned to train her little by little and make her look innocent on the outside but a lewd prostitute in front of me.

Byung-ju realized through his experience with countless women that rushing is a shortcut to failure, and Jin-ah was confident that she could change like that.

'Why did she wear those clothes? Is there something wrong with me? Because I don't sleep with her? Is that why she's frustrated? No, should I just send her to work when she wears those crazy clothes?'

I had arrogant thoughts, but maybe it was because Byung-ju's confidence hit rock bottom like his sagging things? I couldn't bring myself to tell my wife to wear different clothes to work.

'If you go to work like that, the male employees will stare at you all day long.'

He had also gathered in groups of three or five to evaluate the clothes and bodies of the female employees, so he knew that they would gather during break time and make dirty jokes. Men are such animals.

'Damn, damn, damn.'

Byung-ju was getting more and more irritated because of his erectile dysfunction.

But it wasn't yet time to feel relieved. His wife took out a pair of black glossy high heels that looked to be over 10 centimeters high from the shoe cabinet. They were open-toed heels that exposed the toes because the front was open.

She bent down to put on the high heels.

"Huh!"

'Am I seeing things now? Please, I must have seen something wrong.'

Because she bent down deeply to her ankles, the already short one-piece dress was pushed up to the point where her buttocks were visible. And she could see a black thong that was too small to cover Jin-ah's voluptuous buttocks.

"Ah."

Byung-ju staggers, unable to come to his senses due to the continuous shock. Because of the thin thong panties, his surrounding buttocks are clearly visible to his eyes. He thought there was nothing more to be surprised about, but her white buttocks were neatly trimmed, without a single hair like a thread.

They were waxed cleanly, like a child.

"Oh, honey, you were on a business trip today, right? I'll go to work first. Then, be careful."

Although his wife greeted him affectionately as usual, Byung-ju couldn't loosen his stiff expression due to the anxiety that was creeping up on him.

His and her newlywed life were clearly at a huge turning point.

............

Crack, crack, crack -

The cheerful sound of heels hitting the marble floor echoed throughout the office. After a while, the office, which was somewhat excited because it was Friday, became quiet for a moment.

"Hello....hello."

"Hello. Good morning."

'Oh my....'

'Wow....'

'Crazy red-hot. Was Ms. Jin-ah really like that?'

'Fuck... I'm so jealous of Manager Byeong-ju.'

'Oh my, I'm going to die, sister.'

'What kind of crazy whore are you? Wearing that kind of uniform to work?'

'Wow... Are you in your right mind? This is a company.'

'Mr. Byeong-ju, are you just letting your wife walk around like that?'

The employees exchanged morning greetings as if nothing had happened, but the male employees couldn't take their eyes off Seo Jin-ah's chest, which was completely exposed, and the female employees were swearing inwardly out of jealousy toward Jin-ah's chest.

However, one thing was certain: everyone in the office, regardless of gender, was paying attention to Seo Jin-ah.

'Keep staring at me.'

When the sticky gazes of the male employees were focused on her chest, her face turned red as if it was going to burst. She keeps pulling the one-piece down below her thighs as if she is anxious, but it is originally short, and because of her ample breasts, the length of the one-piece is still above her thighs.

She quickly sits down, turns on the computer, and tries to focus on her work, but the noise of the employees talking all sounds like her own story, and she feels burdened by the feeling that everyone is watching her, so she can't get anything done.

"Jina, please look at me for a moment."

The team leader calls Seo Jin-ah over the partition. She cautiously gets up from her seat, worried that her underwear will be visible because of the short one-piece dress, and goes to the team leader's seat.

"Yes. What's going on, team leader?"

The team leader slowly looks Seo Jin-ah up and down, standing in front of him. And his gaze is fixed on her chest.

"Team leader...?"

Jin-ah, who felt burdened by the middle-aged team leader's blatant gaze, calls the team leader once again.

"Hmm... ahem.... Jin-ah. Even though today is casual day (a day when you can wear whatever you want on Friday), please be a little more considerate. This is the workplace."

The order was to wear neat clothes, but Jin-ah felt an unpleasant feeling as if bugs were crawling on her body because of the sinister gaze of the team leader as she spoke.

"Yes… I'm sorry, team leader."

Jin-ah held back tears of shame and returned to her seat due to the sinister gazes of the male employees and the team leader who openly scanned her body. The trauma she had experienced in high school when she went out wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt without knowing what was going on came rushing back to her.

Regardless of whether Jin-ah did or not, the team leader's gaze was fixed on her until the moment she returned to her seat. And his thing was erect for the first time in a long time, forming a large tent.

'Have I ever been this erect?'

The tax team leader continued to stare at Seo Jin-ah with lustful eyes for a while, feeling a sensation he had long forgotten.

Lee Hyun-woo, who was watching her go to work from afar, also had a hard erection. Seo Jin-ah's fashion, which is unimaginable in everyday life, is because it was her own work that she had ordered just a few days ago.

..........

Hyun-woo, who signed an employment contract with Seo Jin-ah through the work system, called Jin-ah via messenger the next day.

"Hey...Manager Lee...what's going on?"

Seo Jin-ah, who always worked with a smile on her face in the office, stared at him with extreme caution.

"I'd like to talk for a moment."

"I... I have nothing to say to Manager Lee."

Seo Jin-ah spoke to Hyun-woo, who was smiling as if nothing had happened, in the firmest voice she could muster. However, Hyun-woo felt an even more strange desire at Jin-ah's clumsy attitude.

"Oh... really? You didn't forget the hot time last Friday, did you?"

"Hey...Manager Lee! If you bring that up one more time, I'll report you for sexual harassment!"

Seo Jin-ah's face turned red with anger and shame as she remembered the day she was forcibly raped by Lee Hyun-woo in the supplies warehouse.

"Jin-ah, you're saying I sexually harassed you?"

"Then what else?"

As soon as Jin-ah finished speaking, Hyun-woo picked up his smartphone and played the recorded video.

'Ah....ah....ah....more....please do more.'

'What do you want me to do? When you ask for a favor, Jin-ah, you have to be precise. 

'Put more...more in that...that'

'What is that?'

'Oh, sob....sob.... That...that'

'It's the manager's... that...that!'

'Ahh....ahhh....ahhhhh!'

In the video that Hyunwoo played, Seo Jinah, who was half-asleep and half-conscious due to the continuous insertions and climaxes, was being fucked in the consumables warehouse from behind.

The day that Hyunwoo raped her. Jinah couldn't remember much from the moment she went more than 10 times. But she had that kind of conversation.

'I... I begged like that?'

Since she never used vulgar language, the fact that she begged Hyunwoo with the vulgar word 'sleep' was more shocking than the sex video she had.

"Is this sexual harassment after seeing this? Seo Jinah?"

"...."

Jin-ah glares at Hyun-woo, biting her lower lip hard enough to bleed, but realizes that she has no room to refute.

Of course, if Seo Jin-ah had thought a little calmly, she would have realized that a sex video secretly filmed without her consent could not prove Hyun-woo's innocence. However, she had difficulty thinking normally due to the disillusionment she felt towards men other than her husband, even though it was not her will.

Also, the work system was still continuously amplifying her sexual desire. Her body that would heat up just by looking at Hyun-woo's face was also a factor that hindered her normal thinking.

"Can I take that silence as a sign of agreement? Oh, and Jin-ah, now you should talk about the contents of our employment contract, right?"

When Seo Jin-ah is embarrassed after showing her the recorded video, Hyun-woo naturally mentions the employment contract signed using [Employment Contract]. He also becomes a little nervous because he doesn't know how Seo Jin-ah will react to the employment contract.

"Twice a month, if requested, a meeting unrelated to work. The date of the meeting will be coordinated in advance through mutual agreement. I know that well, Manager Lee."

Hyunwoo, who asked the question, was embarrassed by her answer, which spoke naturally as if she was talking about work.

"Oh? You know well. Then, please reserve one night at the Workwheel Hotel next Friday. By the way, you will need to keep your time free after dinner."

"Yes, I understand. I will reserve the Workwheel Hotel for next Friday."

A hotel reservation completely unrelated to work. And an evening spent alone together. Surprisingly, she had treated [private meetings], which were part of her employment contract, as work performed at work. The work system had changed her common sense, just like the contents of her employment contract.