Chapter 1 — My Desk Neighbor, Miss Lee, and Her Skirt

Time in the office dragged unbearably.

Even after several hours had passed since arriving, glancing at the wall clock always revealed the hands frozen in place.

The department head was away on a business trip, the assistant manager was dozing off, and the section chief had already sneaked out. The snoring assistant manager annoyed me.

"Mr. Kim, would you like some coffee? You must've had quite a bit to drink last night."

"Yeah… thanks… I did drink a little…"

Miss Lee wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she was pretty—her only flaw being that she was a bit older. She had just turned thirty.

"Why haven't you gotten married, Miss Lee? Do you hate men?"

I meant it as a joke, a casual way to express gratitude for the coffee, but it felt like I'd crossed a line.

"If there were men like you, Mr. Kim, I'd get married in a heartbeat."

"Really? I thought you'd take your time finding the right one..."

As she turned to leave after handing me the coffee, her ass caught my eye.

The morning after drinking, I always wondered why my cock kept getting hard. This time was no different.

With the snoring assistant manager, Miss Lee, and me, the three of us idled away in the cramped office, each pretending to have work.

Thud… roll…

A pen dropped from my desk and rolled across the floor. I bent down to pick it up, and in that instant, I caught a priceless glimpse.

Through a narrow gap—about a span wide—at the front edge of the desk, I could see straight up Miss Lee's skirt.

I straightened up quickly, afraid that staring too long would give me away.

Miss Lee seemed absorbed in a novel.

I deliberately dropped the pen again. As I bent down to retrieve it, I lowered my head deliberately. This time, her legs were spread wider than before.

Only the narrow fabric of her skirt kept them from opening further.

I lost all sense of time, mesmerized by the stolen view beneath her skirt.

My cock had already been half-hard before I even saw her, but the moment I caught sight of her pale white panties, it throbbed and stiffened completely.

Then, I saw it—Miss Lee slipped the pen into her skirt and used its tip to scratch herself right over her pussy through the fabric.

She looked perfectly calm, one hand propping her chin, head tilted slightly as she read, while the other hand had disappeared beneath the desk.

I ducked my head down again, slipping under the desk.

She was bolder now—fingers openly rubbing her slit. Then, she pulled her panties to the side, exposing her glistening pussy. Her fingers slid between her wet lips, rubbing in slow, circular motions.

I pretended to look elsewhere, but stole a glance at her face. Her cheeks were flushed.

"Miss Lee! Come here for a second..."

The assistant manager called out. She flinched, startled.

"Yes… sir?"

She answered brightly and walked over to him.

I got up and went to her desk. I wanted to see what she was reading. Even skimming the pages, I could tell what it was about.

It was clearly a story of tangled men and women—erotic fiction.

In my mind, I was already propositioning Miss Lee.

The secret viewing of her panties continued.

Again, she pulled her panties aside and started using her fingers.

I spent longer and longer under the desk.

"I'm going out for lunch. Be back later..."

The assistant manager left first. Now, it was just Miss Lee and me, alone in the office.

She sat back down, engrossed in her book.

I fell into deep thought.

Here I was, alone in a small office with a woman who was touching herself under the desk.

I decided to leave the choice to her—but I was determined to expose myself. I just didn't know how.

After some thought, I moved seats—taking the assistant manager's chair.

From here, I was partially visible from Miss Lee's side, but not fully. It was perfect.

I pushed the chair slightly to one side and sat down. Then, I tilted it back at an angle.

Slowly, I unzipped my pants. I didn't undo my belt—too risky. If someone walked in, I wouldn't have time to fasten it.

I pulled out my cock—fully erect and rigid.

It swayed heavily, thick and ready. More than enough to catch the attention of a long-repressed virgin like her.

"Ah… fuck…"

I started slow, rhythmic strokes. A groan slipped out involuntarily. Just imagining what was under her skirt made my cock swell even more.

I glanced sideways at her. Her eyes were locked onto me.

Miss Lee, the so-called innocent virgin, was utterly stunned. Heat had been building between her legs since morning, her body burning up to the point of madness.

If only she were at home, she'd have spread her legs wide and masturbated freely.

She hated how people saw her as a good girl. Men flirted, but never acted—perhaps because of her "pure" image. Their hesitation infuriated her.

But she had noticed. She knew Kim, the junior manager, had been dropping his pen repeatedly, ducking under the desk to peek under her skirt.

So she seized the opportunity. She started by poking herself with the pen, then moved to pulling aside her panties and using her fingers—deliberately, provocatively, to drive Kim wild.

She felt every glance—him switching between her face and her skirt.

At first, she only wanted to tease him. But the moment she saw his thick, throbbing cock, a jolt of electricity shot through her entire body.

She couldn't hold back any longer.

She stood up, walked quietly to the door, and locked it.

"Mr. Kim… I've seen everything since earlier..."

She said those words—and then sank down, taking my cock into her mouth.

Miss Lee, who seemed to have no experience with men, sucked me with surprising skill.

I gently held her head, watching her lips wrap around my shaft.

Suck… slurp… drip.

She was devouring my cock like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.

I saw her reach for my belt buckle. I grabbed her hand.

"Miss Lee… what if someone comes in?"

"Mr. Kim… I locked the door."

She spat on my cock again, then deftly undid my belt and pants.

I pulled her up and laid her across the assistant manager's desk.

Her white panties were already soaked. As I peeled them down, her pussy was revealed—pale pink, glistening, perfect.

It was different. Nothing like my wife's. Flushed, swollen, alive.

I dropped to my knees and went down on her.

Slurp… smack… suck.

Her pussy tasted incredible. Even unwashed, it had no unpleasant odor.

"Miss Lee… your pussy is so damn delicious…"

"Hah… hah… Mr. Kim…"

The fear of someone barging in made us rush—but that only made the pounding thrill of forbidden sex even better.

I finally pushed inside.

She writhed beneath me.

My hands groped for her full, heavy breasts, still confined by her bra.

I pinched her thick nipples with my fingers, then with my lips, then with my teeth.

Her eyes rolled back, unfocused.

She screamed as if she meant to throw it all away—and at the same moment, we both shattered into climax.

"Miss Lee… let's go eat. I'll treat you, little sister."

"Yes… oppa…"

Somehow, without me noticing, Miss Lee had started calling me oppa.