Chapter 980

EP.980 [Reality Side Story] How to Spend the Golden Holiday No.7 Yun Yuhwa

“Whoa, it’s a holiday.”

I set down the Spam and tuna sets I was holding in both hands.

“Wow, you corporate division chiefs are really something else.”

The gifts given by my company’s director and manager as festival presents were nothing more than mere formalities.

Still, beggars can’t be choosers; even a token gesture is better than nothing.

‘Not like I expected much anyway.’

Festival.

Golden Holiday.

At a friend’s company, they apparently call people in even on the holiday to manage servers, but fortunately, my team has a pure, uninterrupted break.

No business trips.

The plan is simply rest, rest, and more rest.

If my bank account keeps filling with bonus money while I’m off work and I get to relax all through the holiday, then the gifts don’t matter that much.

Once I get home, all I have to do is take out the contents of these gift boxes 2 and 3, put them properly into the pantry, grab a Spam, fry it up while draining some of the grease, dip it in ketchup, and that’ll be dinner.

That’s… sex.

For a single man living alone, festival gifts may bring an awkward amount of oil, but there’s nothing quite like Spam for a quick meal.

Weight gain?

Everyone gets a little heavier during the holidays—it’s within acceptable limits.

So now, let me just head home…

“Senior!”

“…….”

Suddenly, a blonde appeared beside me with a smile.

Dressed in a brown suit, she approached me, also carrying a gift set.

“Senior, what are your plans for the holiday?”

“I’ll be resting at home.”

“Not going back to your hometown?”

“My hometown is where I live now. I’ll spend this Chuseok alone.”

I tried to say it casually so as not to make things awkward, but I couldn’t help worrying if she might misunderstand.

“Aah…”

Fortunately, my direct junior, Yun Yuhwa, understood me right away.

As smart as she is, she immediately grasped the meaning behind my words.

“I see. But again this Chuseok? What about Seollal? Or the last holiday?”

“The last holiday…?”

“Alone.”

“Alone.”

“…Alone.”

“Can I come visit your place, Senior?”

“……What?”

I was genuinely surprised by her sudden question.

A woman wants to visit?

And not just any woman, but someone as beautiful as Yuha?

All of a sudden?

To my house?

Did I clean the dishes yesterday? Is my room tidy enough?

Did I leave toilet paper around the bed and computer?

“Senior, I’m not going home this time either. I’m bored. Right?”

My mind raced with thoughts.

“Senior, didn’t you mention joining N-Flex recently? They say there’s a new game out with cute sounds. Have you seen it?”

“Not yet…”

“Then would you like to watch it together? With beer and some snacks?”

“Uh…”

When a woman says things like this, it drives a man crazy.

Could she possibly be interested in me? Could this be her real intention?

‘Snap out of it.’

This is a trap.

Didn’t Mr. Ha from another department end up causing chaos at the company when his wife found out he had a private drinking session with Ms. Park from the accounting team?

Already, there are plenty of people eyeing Yuha, and if she comes over to my place, rumors could start flying.

“…Yuha, it’s fine if you come, but you’re not coming alone, right?”

“Why? Do I need someone else?”

“Well, uh…”

“…….”

Yun Yuhwa just smiled knowingly at me.

I caught her signal and decided to set aside my suspicions for now.

“…Alright, Yuha, you coming over isn’t bad since I haven’t even had a proper housewarming party yet.”

“That’s right! Haha, so this is my housewarming present!”

“…Hey.”

Passing off Spam and oil sets as housewarming gifts—has this girl lost her mind?

“Big brother, you cook well, right? Please make some appetizers with this.”

Click. Yuha wiggled her smartphone and winked at me.

“I’ll buy the alcohol.”

….

Spam with ketchup equals sex?

Nope.

“…Senior?”

Sex is just sex, plain and simple.

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“Senior, how do I use this?”

“What?”

“The washing machine. I’m not sure.”

At Yuha’s words, I felt a slight irritation rising.

Even if she’s a refined lady, how can she expect to run a household properly if she can’t even operate a washing machine?

“Is it different from the one you usually use? Is it because it’s a top loader?”

“Top loader? That sounds adorable. It’s my first time seeing one.”

“…….”

We’re not getting married or anything, but if I ever propose and she agrees, I’d want to settle down with someone who knows how to handle basic household chores like laundry. Otherwise, it’d be quite problematic.

“There’s a quick wash option here, you know.”

“No manual?”

“Manual? Just press this button and voila.”

“…You’re surprisingly skilled.”

Yuha grinned as if she’d scored a point.

“Senior, you must have washed women’s underwear often, huh?”

“…Huh?”

“Men rarely use quick wash unless it’s for that, right?”

“…….”

Trapped.

Yuha watched her underwear spinning inside the washer with a cheerful smile.

“Whose is it?”

“…….”

“Hmph, I thought so. You didn’t seem like someone doing it for the first time.”

“How do you know all this?”

“……”

Yuha held up three fingers.

“Senior, your low-quality fantasies are making me uncomfortable. Let’s guess. One, this girl is actually a pervert with lots of experience.”

Strong opening.

I shivered at Yuha’s words.

“Two, she’s a natural genius.”

That’s plausible.

She struggled at first, but once we got going, we faced each other, embraced, and shared affection. She instinctively moved her hips, and I truly felt “the real thing” after a long time.

This girl wasn’t ordinary.

“And three.”

Yuha slowly approached me, placing her finger on my chest as she looked up at me.

“…While thinking about being with you, I watched porn and practiced. What do you think?”

“Four.”

I grabbed her chin.

Yuha gazed up at me with her sparkling lens-like eyes and kept smiling. I leaned down and kissed her lips.

Chop.

It was a light kiss, unlike when we’d been intimate, and Yuha seemed somewhat unsatisfied.

But now wasn’t the time for kissing. I needed to confront her first.

“How does a girl who can’t even properly use a washing machine practice sex watching videos?”

“It could be the first or second option, you know?”

“The second is possible, but not the first.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Who’s watched more porn, you or me?”

Self-destruction.

But in this situation, no matter how much I self-destruct, I still have the upper hand.

“You were a virgin. I’m certain.”

After all, I took the virginity of Yun Yuhwa, who graduated university and immediately started working at 24.

“This sweat-stained sheet isn’t because of sweat, and someone who’s never done it before won’t suddenly act experienced. You can fool others, but not me.”

“…Hmph. Having lots of experience must feel good for you.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Hmph.”

Yuha pouted and returned to the bed.

Being shirtless except for my dress shirt made her look incredibly seductive, and I began feeling aroused again.

“It’s not bad to lack experience, right?”

“True. In fact, it makes me happy.”

“It’s the same thing, Senior. Not having sexual experience is like not knowing how to do laundry. Get it?”

“…There’s a difference, though. Usually, everyone learns how to do laundry at some point in life.”

“I don’t know. My aunt always did it for me.”

“……?”

An aunt?

Not just an aunt, but ‘auntie’?

“Yuha, excuse me for asking, but who does the housework at your place?”

“Our maids.”

“…Plural?”

“Yes. We have separate staff for laundry, so I’ve never done it myself.”

“…….”

I roughly know Yuha’s salary.

Since she’s my junior, she probably earns less than me.

However, based on her clothes and behavior, I assumed she came from a wealthy family.

She gave me those Spam gift boxes with such ease.

But maids?

“By the way, Senior, do you want to see a picture?”

“……Huh?”

I was shocked—no, terrified—when I saw the photo Yuha showed me.

Or rather, I went pale as my heart sank.

“…Isn’t that the chairman and the president?”

“They’re my dad and brother.”

“…….”

It’s not bragging, but I work for a famous group company—a large corporation—and I recognize Chairman’s face from occasional news appearances.

“Wait…how…?”

“Undercover boss?”

“……Huh?”

“If I explain it in modern terms…”

Yuha grinned as she pointed at herself.

“Ah, hello, secret president.”

“…….”

“I’m supposed to inherit the company, but Dad wanted me to experience how it runs, so I joined secretly as a new employee.”

“Does ‘secretly’ even apply here?”

“It does. If the managers knew my true identity, I wouldn’t have been assigned fewer tasks than you, Senior.”

“…….”

Despite the differences in rank, Yuha’s workload was similar to mine, if not slightly less due to being a newbie.

Tasks other teams’ rookies couldn’t handle, Yuha managed effortlessly, far surpassing my own rookie performance.

“Um, President.”

“Yes, Senior.”

“Um… why am I…?”

“Oh, that.”

Yuha smiled sweetly while holding her coffee cup.

“At our first welcome dinner, didn’t you cover for me when the manager tried to sexually harass me?”

“…….”

Instantly.

A fleeting scene flashed before my eyes, sending chills down my spine.

New employee celebration dinner.

Third round karaoke.

Bald manager singing.

Blue hour.

-Ohhh Manager! Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!

…I vaguely remember jumping in impulsively despite being drunk.

I remember this clearly because the next day, the manager made my life hell from clock-in to clock-out.

“…I originally planned to stay undercover, but someone made me genuinely care. If it weren’t for you, Senior, I would’ve quit long ago.”

“…Should I thank you?”

“You should. And you’ll continue to be grateful.”

Yuha touched her lips with her hand and extended it toward me.

“Because my dream is to marry the first person I’ve been with and share love with only one person forever.”

“…….”

“Senior, rather… Big Brother.”

Yuha pulled my hand toward the washing machine.

“Do you ever think about marriage?”

I never imagined she’d propose to me.

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