Chapter 1 — A Summer Day in the Archives

There are times when public offices hire college students for part-time work, usually limited to school breaks. I once took such a job at a district office.

The work wasn't difficult—mostly organizing documents, filing papers, labeling serial numbers. Simple, repetitive tasks.

On my first day, the moment I stepped into the assigned department, one female employee immediately caught my eye.

She had a distinctly luxurious aura, reminiscent of a famous actress.

Long hair with soft, voluminous waves, and a deep blue-black hue that contrasted beautifully against her porcelain-white skin.

She looked just like the "Blue-Haired Angel" from the illustrations in the Pinocchio book I'd read as a child. I was dazed. I couldn't even bring myself to speak to her.

When our eyes met, she gave a faint, knowing smile at my flustered gaze, as if this kind of reaction happened often, and casually greeted me.

Overwhelmed. That's how I remember our first meeting.

She usually wears skirts.

But as a civil servant, she dresses modestly and neatly on weekdays—still, her striking face and figure give off a distinctly urban, sophisticated vibe.

Occasionally, she wears casual clothes, and then she looks exactly like a lively college girl.

As time passed, we gradually became close—using familiar terms, even though I was younger.

I took advantage of our age gap, playfully acting spoiled, teasing her just enough to be cute, and eventually even enjoying light, flirtatious physical contact.

One day, she seemed especially tired, so I offered to give her a quick shoulder massage.

I wasn't professionally trained—just picked it up by watching others—but I was decent at it, often called upon here and there. This was the first time I'd ever massaged her.

She was wearing a thin, white T-shirt with a deep V-neck. When I placed my hands directly on her delicate shoulders and began to knead, a strange sensation ran through me.

Her hair was tied up in a bun that day, pinned back, fully exposing her long, pale neck.

My heartbeat began to quicken.

When I pressed a little harder, she slightly lowered her head, and her upper body leaned forward—each time, the deep neckline of her shirt parted slightly, revealing fleeting glimpses of her full, soft breasts.

Every time I caught sight of that smooth, white curve, my chest tightened with a jolt.

And the soft, shallow moans she occasionally let out during the massage only made me dizzier.

My penis was already hard inside my pants.

Was I dazed? My erection brushed against her back—she was sitting with her back to me.

Huh. A mistake. I felt her body stiffen for just an instant, and I quickly checked her reaction.

Awkward. What should I do? I was confused.

But she didn't react—just kept her body relaxed in my hands. I silently continued the massage.

Huh. It touched again. I glanced—still no words.

Is she allowing it? A baseless courage surged within me.

Now, I deliberately let it graze her back, lightly, again and again. No protest. But—her earlobes turned bright red.

Then, the section chief walked into the office, and the massage stopped.

She looked at me sideways, her face flushed, and gave a faint, unreadable smile.

A few days later. A sweltering summer day.

The air conditioning was weak, the heat oppressive. Suddenly, she stood up and turned to me.

"Hey, if you're not busy, can you help me find some files in the archives?"

The archives were behind the main building. Since it used to be a storage warehouse, there was only a small window tucked in a corner—dark and cool inside.

On such a scorching day, it was a perfect chance to escape the heat, even briefly.

I followed without a second thought, my eyes tracing her back as she walked ahead, key in hand.

She wore a pale sky-blue dress and ochre-colored sandals.

The outline of her bra was faintly visible. She was so slim.

My gaze drifted lower.

Her narrow waist flared out at the hips into perfectly rounded curves.

Not too big, not too small—just right.

I swallowed hard. But—huh. The line I expected to see—it wasn't there.

No panty line on her hips.

Huh! No panties? Thong?

The archive door opened, and my quiet admiration ended.

Inside, the dim room revealed shadowy outlines of packed bookshelves and file cabinets.

The light flicked on. She told me the name of the file to find, then started searching herself.

Between two shelves—a narrow aisle. Just wide enough for one person. Now, only she and I stood there, close.

My breath grew shallow. Ah… How good it would feel to press my lips against that pale, delicate nape. To bury my face between her breasts—how soft would it be?

Suddenly, our eyes met. Mine must have been slightly bloodshot with excitement. Hers changed too.

Did she sense how I was looking at her? She stopped searching, and in that tight space, we stared at each other.

Yes. We were both overheated. Her. Me.

Without a word, our lips crashed together. Dizzy. The thick, hot air felt suffocating.

The liquid between our open lips was sweet. I pushed my tongue into her mouth.

Sweet. Clear, sweet saliva welled up beneath her tongue.

We crushed each other in a desperate embrace. No words. Only ragged breathing.

The kiss stretched on and on.

My hands roamed wildly over her back and her firm, elastic buttocks.

How long had it been? We broke apart only after devouring each other like beasts.

Her lips parted. Her voice, husky with excitement, trembled in the silence.

"Lock the door. Turn off the light. Come."

I obeyed without a word.

Pitch black. My eyes slowly adjusted. Faint light from the small window in the corner let me make out her silhouette.

Lips met again—softer this time.

Ah. She smelled so good.

I reached behind her, unzipped her dress.

With trembling hands, I unhooked and pulled off her bra.

The dress dropped to the floor with a soft thud. I tossed the white bra on top.

Only white panties remained. A thong.

Shemotioned for me to take them off. Now she stood naked except for her sandals.

I stepped back two paces, taking her in.

"What… what are you doing?"

No answer. I stepped forward again.

I pressed her against the wall, kissed her neck hard, sucking at the soft skin.

"Ah………ah…"

My hands raced over her body—fast, urgent.

I moved my lips to her chest. Her nipples were already stiff, erect.

My tongue crawled over her breasts—but avoided the areolas. I savored the firm bounce of her full mounds.

Saliva trailed from her breasts down her stomach, into the soft curls below. Still, I left the nipples untouched.

"Ah…ah………teasing…"

I paused, gave a small smile, then this time—no touch at all—only lips and tongue brushed her nipple.

The moment I made contact, I sucked hard—like I wanted to swallow it whole.

"Ah~huk…………mm….."

Her body writhed like a freshly caught fish.

I loved it. I buried my face between her thighs.

She was already drenched. I drank deeply.

I turned her around, pressed her back against the wall.

After tormenting her petals and bud for a long time, I slid my tongue from her perineum up to her anus, wide and slow.

From her anus to the valley between her cheeks, up her tailbone, along her spine—my long tongue kept crawling.

Finally reaching her nape, I impatiently tore off my clothes and entered her from behind.

Her slick, molten petals welcomed my cock, swallowing me into a warm, tight tunnel. The sensation was so intense it made me shiver.

"Ah……"

This deep, snug pressure.

Every time her body twitched, the walls inside clenched my cock, pulsing and writhing.

Like two soft-bodied creatures entwined, we devoured each other.

I kept pushing her into the wall.

Her breasts flattened against the cold surface.

I gripped her neck with one hand, tilted her head back, and kissed her fiercely.

The other hand tormented her clit.

How long had it been?

Her movements suddenly grew frantic. I matched her rhythm, increasing my speed and depth.

"Ah~~~ ugh~~~ah~~~what should I do~~~"

Her muffled moans, afraid someone might hear, filled the space. Her aroused body thrashed—then suddenly stiffened.

All her muscles locked. Her whole body trembled faintly, delicately.

Ah. Beautiful.

A woman savoring the ecstasy of climax—nothing is more erotic.

After a long, rolling wave passed through her, I felt my own limit approaching.

She still moaned softly, riding the aftershocks.

My thrusts grew faster.

"Ah… I… I…"

I couldn't hold back. My mind went blank. I pulled my cock out from between her soaked folds.

She turned, dropped to her knees.

Her lips, flushed with pleasure, parted—and my swollen cock disappeared into her mouth.

My mind went completely white.

Instinctively, I tangled my fingers in her hair, gripped the back of her head, and thrust deep into her throat.

Hot spurts shot out, flooding her throat.

Gulp, gulp. Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down as she swallowed.

After my convulsions stopped, she carefully licked and sucked my cock clean.

I pulled her up, and we kissed—long, deep, slow.

Outside the archives, the cicadas' cries began to echo once more.