After the second shoot wrapped up, another two days slipped by.
The only changes were the product code on the next shoot plan and Choi A-ran's favorability shift.
After receiving the roses, her favorability had shot up from 24.7% straight to around 30% in one go.
Now that it was over 50%, we'd crossed the crucial threshold.
From then on, every commute, she'd glance around, subtly searching for me.
Of course, it wasn't as wildly emotional as before.
Some trust had built up, leaving her with a vague hope that we'd meet again soon.
With that expectation hanging over me, trying any other titles was out of the question.
Somewhere out there, my mother-in-law and bully girl were probably waiting.
But diverting focus now would make Choi A-ran impossible to handle.
Her favorability would plummet, and she'd erupt in massive rage.
Given her personality so far, that much was a given.
Still, the new shoot concept was different, promising some fresh fun with her.
The motif for this round was JUF-009.
Another chikan story, but this one was set in an office, of all places.
A facilities manager toying with and raping the company's office lady—that was the gist.
But the thought of actually showing up at her workplace stirred some real anxiety.
Subway encounters could pass as stalking at worst.
Her office? That could veer into true terror territory.
All the hard-earned favorability might vanish in a puff of smoke.
After agonizing over it, I decided pre-notice was the safest bet.
Events had boundaries to respect, after all.
'Hmm. Tell her on the way home tonight. But what if she says no?'
Of course, the odds of refusal were slim to none.
She was the type to get a massive thrill from secret trysts at her own workplace.
A subtle push, and she'd pretend to hesitate before diving in.
Still, to cut failure risk even further, I prepped another gift.
The manager console had her favorites locked down sweet.
With favorability up, even more preference details had unlocked.
This time: earrings from her favorite brand.
The cheapest pair cost a full month's living expenses.
I wavered for a second, but a gift's price was its class.
Eyes shut, splurge it was.
Her personality would repay it with something even better later.
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Meanwhile, evening fell, and Choi A-ran headed out for her commute.
Oblivious to my watch, she fiddled with the chocolate I'd given her.
Two days later, and she still hadn't eaten it—keeping it safe.
The event from that day had clearly hit home.
She sat on the platform bench, hands fidgeting as she waited for the train.
No shoot crew holding things down today, so other passengers dotted the area.
I figured I'd peek into her thoughts before the train pulled in.
💭 INNER THOUGHTS 💭Sigh. No show today either. Every three or four days, maybe? Tch. Doesn't have to get naughty—just come see my face. Come to think of it, he's never asked me for anything. Shouldn't he want a hand or mouth job at least once? Maybe he just likes the torment? No way. His erections were always massive. Hmm. Guess I'm not the problem. Then what's the deal? Did I seem too clumsy? Argh. Even if he asked, it'd be trouble. Never done it—how could I? Ask Ms. Eun? Sigh. She'd roast me if I said I don't know. 'A pervert pussy like you doesn't know that?' Yeah. Time to research, bit by bit. Let's see... boyfriend... events... hot lines... hand moves... tips... Whoa. Way more than I thought.
She plunged into study mode out of nowhere, reading intently without a stray thought.
Surprisingly low on guy experience?
Hard to buy, but her inner ramblings screamed total newbie.
I'd probe that too, kill two birds.
A casual jab should draw it out.
Time passed, the train arrived.
I boarded at a distance, it was slow.
There was no shoot today—no need to rush in.
I was curious if she'd spot me, and her reaction.
The train rolled out; she sat, glued to her reading.
Usually she'd stand, music on, but today she was focused.
I claimed a corner spot in her car.
Watched via the manager console, waiting.
She browsed a while, then flicked her eyes my way.
Glanced once, sensed something off, and turned back for a stare.
💭 INNER THOUGHTS 💭Eh? That guy? The posture and vibe are spot-on.
I kept my face angled away on purpose.
She squinted, locked on.
Her curiosity won; she popped up, pretending to shift seats, peeking near me.
But at my slightest move, she jolted her eyes away.
Too pitiful—I nearly cracked a laugh.
💭 INNER THOUGHTS 💭Argh! It's him for sure! Why is there no sign? Didn't he notice me? Ugh. He usually finds me easily enough. He's glued to his tablet—what? Should I move closer? Should I greet first? —weird.
Desperate for the signal, she buzzed around.
Faking coughs, tapping her shoes for noise.
Being Ignored, she strode forward blatantly.
'Pfft. Come on. Just say hi.'
Stifled laughs, watched her puppy-stamp feet. Pure addiction.
💭 INNER THOUGHTS 💭Aw. I'm pissed. Should I just sock him. Is he watching a Movie or what? He won't look up once? Hold up. Is he playing mind games? Taking control? Nah. We are not dating or anything. Ugh. When did I get this way? Anyone'd think I'm the stalker. This is not right. Sigh. Ms. Eun nailed it—dating's a blessing. Of course the guy I click with's a molester.
Tiring herself out, she sighed heavy.
The prank was over.
With a fake yawn, I lifted my head up— our eyes met.
She'd been staring; sudden contact flustered her hard.
Her pupils quivered, lips mumbled silently.
I bit back laugh, and played dumb.
"Whoa? What? Is this real?"
I grinned warmly, closed in; she whipped around, and feigned disinterest primly.
Fair—a molester had her stressed, it was time to be a little spiteful.
She was overcome with self-hatered.
I sidled up, arm-snug around her waist.
She pretended to be disgusted at the bold touch, but her face melted.
"...Hmph. How'd you track me this time? Are you deluded? Think a few romps make us special?"
Saving her womanly pride, my words slashed her heart.
Best: not to argue, and flirt to refresh vibe.
"Nah. It's pure chance. Why the scary glare scary? I'm just happy with my wifey. Miss me?"
I smirked sly, pecked her cheek making her flush, she shoved my chest.
"C-Crazy? Whose wifey? Have you lost it?"
"Why not. We're close—a nickname is fine. No guy's served you like me. Other dudes?"
As I tested the waters; she froze, hemmed.
"S-So? You think you're my bf?"
She said sly, clinging flirtily.
"Hehe. It's fine either way. Even if we are married—i'll love you raw."
I pecked her cheek again; her was bright red.
Her Head dropped, and words failed her.
It was prime time for a surprise gift.
I pulled out a small box, and slid it to her.
"Here. Saved it for later—but i'm giving it to you now."
A sudden gift made her eyes go wide like saucers.
She gave me suspicious glances.
"...What's this?"
"Curious? Open it. It's nothing weird."
"If it's weird, I'll report you. No joke."
"Yeah yeah. Open it up already."
Giving off and Indifferent air she peeled the wrapping casually.
But her eyes glittered with anticipation.
—Click.
She lifted the lid up: the brand logo gleamed, rose-gold drop earrings shone.
There were no pricey gems, but the design was exquisite—flowing, classy.
With a stunned stare, she was speechless.
Clocked fave brand, whispered.
"...Vivid."
"Why? Don't you like it? Sorry, i'm broke—I can't go pricier."
She shook her head.
Usually she'd ask 'why me?', but this meant more.
"Really... for me?"
"Yep."
"...Why?"
"Just because it suits you."
"...That's it?"
"You need more reasons?"
"No, but..."
"Haha. Is my wifey touched? do I get the BF treatment now?"
She shut the box and clutched her hands tight.
Then she sidled close, and placed her head on my shoulder.
"This... is my first gift like this."
"For real? That's surprising."
"...Why?"
"A beauty like you must have dated tons."
"...Sir. I'm twenty-three? Do I give gold-digger vibes?"
"Huh? You're so thirsty tho. A Molester grazed you and you gushed."
She softly smacked my chest.
Then meekly-leaned her head back.
"I was feeling lonely. And it felt good—that's it."
"Yeah? So you acted like you hated it but secretly loved it?"
"...Dumbass. Hated? I bolted. Are you a total moron?"
The gift see,ed to make her sentimental now.
I dropped future event bait casually.
"Glad you liked. More fun events are coming."
I'd peeked her interest.
"...Events? what events?"
"I'm a pro stalker. I sniffed workplace."
"What? How'd you know?"
"Your ID in your wallet—when you passed out."
Her face once again looked like she'd explode.
She must've had a flashback to the subway squirt incident.
"...So an office visit?"
"Do you hate the idea?"
"No... fine, come... then what?"
Her voice quivered with the thrill.
I whispered sweetly in her ear
"What else? I'm going to pound my wifey's pervert pussy. With your colleagues watching."
That honeyed breath made her eyes glaze over dreamily.