Chapter 72: Drinks with...

Chapter 72: 72: Drinks with...

Come to think of it, this was the first time Manager Selena and I had gone drinking alone.

We had shared drinks at company dinners, of course, but how often had I ever sat with her one-on-one?

Now we were sitting this close together, drinking by ourselves.

At this distance, it felt like something beyond coworkers having a drink after work.

Wasn’t this basically a date?

"..."

A date with Manager Selena.

The very idea was violent enough to make my head hurt.

Manager Selena, oblivious to my crisis, calmly studied the menu in detail.

"What do you want?"

"Hmm... I don’t come to places like this often. Should we get whatever they recommend?"

"Pick what you want. Don’t worry about it."

That was a terrifying thing for a subordinate to hear.

Then again, we were not here as supervisor and employee.

"Can I order something expensive? You said you were buying."

"I’ll buy."

"With the company card?"

"The company card...?"

At the words company card, her hand drifted toward her wallet. As a manager, she carried one.

"No."

Then she pulled her hand away.

"I’m paying personally."

"Wow. Really?"

"If I use the company card... then it feels like that woman is paying."

"What?"

"Nothing. Look at the menu."

I pretended not to hear, but I heard every word.

She hated the idea of the CEO indirectly buying me dinner.

Manager Selena was quietly competitive.

"This set looks good. Root beer and snacks."

She pointed to a large photograph on one side of the menu.

"Oh, beer sounds good."

"Really? We like the same kind of drink."

"You do?"

"Yes. I like beer."

"I thought I saw you mixing gin and beer at a company dinner—"

"I like beer."

She repeated it with the emphasis of someone ordering me to remember.

Fine. Beer.

"Excuse me, we’re ready to order."

We ordered beer and simple dried snacks—my choice.

A heavy meal would get in the way when we started moving later.

A few experiences had taught me that much.

While eating the complimentary snacks, I glanced sideways.

"...What?"

"Nothing. It’s nothing."

I could only see her breasts.

Even under a business suit they always pushed out enough to drag every eye in the room toward them.

Without the jacket, their sheer violence was even more obvious.

"Here are your dried snacks."

See? Even the server glanced at her chest while setting down the plate.

Most of the people in the izakaya were sneaking looks at Selena’s breasts. Even women watched with envy or jealousy.

I knew they were huge, but seeing her here made it feel new all over again.

"...That’s what I was saying."

"Yes?"

"You weren’t listening to me at all, were you?"

"Sorry, Manager Selena. I was looking at your breasts."

"..."

"Too honest?"

"No. Better than lying."

Thankfully, she forgave me.

"So what were you saying?"

"About the CEO’s office earlier."

"Ah."

That again.

Of course it bothered her.

I had other sexual partners, one of them was the CEO, and the two women clearly did not like each other.

"I don’t know how good it was for the two of you, but I received a call before we left work."

"A call?"

"From Human Resources."

Wait. HR?

"Congratulations, Ed. You’ve been converted to permanent staff."

"...Seriously?"

For a second, I thought I had misheard.

From the moment Celeste offered me a secretary position at fifteen thousand dollar a month, I had assumed she would improve my employment somehow.

But this fast?

"An order from the CEO. Who is going to object? You got what you wanted, at least."

"I honestly can’t believe it."

"Why?"

"I worked like a dog for two years and couldn’t get converted. Then it happened overnight."

I had finally become permanent staff, but the joy did not hit as strongly as I expected.

Maybe because I had earned it with my cock rather than my job performance.

That was still one of my abilities, technically.

But it made those two years feel empty.

If I had known this would happen, I should have leaked my own video sooner.

"Either way, congratulations. Getting out of contract status is good."

"It is."

"Now you won’t be leaving the company."

It was clearly Celeste’s way of keeping me nearby.

Still, achieving it made something inside me loosen.

"Let’s drink to it."

"Yes."

"Do well from now on, Ed."

"At sex?"

"At work. Work."

Selena sighed and raised her glass.

I clinked mine against it.

We drank.

"Ahh."

Good beer.

"Eat something too."

"Oh. Thanks."

Selena dipped a chicken nugget into sauce and held it toward me.

She wanted me to eat it, right?

I obediently took it. It was good.

"You eat well."

"It tastes good."

"You look like a puppy taking a treat."

"..."

"I didn’t mean it as an insult."

"Ah. Okay."

"I meant you looked cute."

"...?"

Was she already drunk?

The drinking continued. The conversation was mostly trivial and unusually personal.

She asked about my family, where I lived, whether I lived alone—questions she had never asked before.

When I asked why, she said, "As a supervisor, I should know something about a subordinate’s personal life."

It sounded like an excuse, so I pushed back.

"Shouldn’t you have asked when I joined?"

"Mm... Y-you’re permanent staff now. That’s why. Permanent staff."

Apparently that settled it.

She asked how many siblings I had and even investigated my past girlfriends in detail.

After a long interrogation over several beers, she finally reached her last question.

Her face was completely red.

"...Why haven’t you been seeing me at night lately?"

"That’s what you were worried about?"

My incredulous tone startled her.

"Don’t get the wrong idea. I only wondered whether it was a scheduling problem."

"It isn’t scheduling. We do plenty at work, so I thought that was enough."

"At work...?"

Selena bit her lip.

We had been doing it almost every day at the office lately. Restrooms, meeting rooms, the supply room this morning. We had been enjoying some variety.

"O-of course we do, but..."

"Isn’t that enough? I feel like you help me get off twice a day."

"...But..."

"Wait, Manager Selena."

I leaned close and whispered.

"Is it because I’ve only been receiving service and haven’t actually fucked you?"

"...!"

Her head snapped toward me. The instant our eyes met, she looked away.

"That’s... not it."

She looked far too exposed for that to be true.

Thinking back, all I had received lately was oral or handjobs.

I really had not had sex with her in several days.

I studied her.

The jacket was off. Her chest was subtly on display. One leg angled toward mine.

She was not spreading herself openly or pulling her blouse apart in the middle of a restaurant.

But for Manager Selena, moving this close was a major invitation.

Simply put, she wanted it.

Why else would she call me out alone and buy drinks?

The excuse of meeting MonsterCam Guy no longer worked between people who knew everything about each other. This was her new way of asking.

Fine. Decision made.

Today was a day to fuck Manager Selena.

I stood.

"I’m going to the restroom."

"Oh? Y-yes. Go ahead."

"Go ahead?"

"...You said you were going to the restroom."

"What are you talking about?"

I leaned toward Selena’s ear.

"You’re coming too, Manager Selena."

"..."

***

"Mmm... haa...?"

The place was nice, but the restroom was painfully narrow. It had only one stall.

With Selena sitting on me over the toilet, there was barely room to move.

"Cover your mouth. The sound is leaking out."

"Mmph..."

She obeyed and pressed both hands over her mouth.

A few sounds still escaped.

I did not care. With Manager Selena sitting in my lap, I played with her nipples from behind through the blouse.

"Mmm...?"

"You’re already feeling it? We only started."

"Because you’re doing it... from behind..."

"You mean this poking you?"

My erect cock pressed against her ass through the suit skirt.

"Feels good knowing it’s there, right?"

"...Mmh."

I had learned from experience that Manager Selena’s silence meant reluctant agreement.

Translated plainly: I love your cock, Ed.?

I rolled her nipples gently between my fingers.

"Mmh...!"

It seemed no one was coming.

We could probably do it right here.

I had just started lowering my pants when someone knocked.

"Um... Is someone in there?"

A young woman’s voice sounded from outside, strained with urgency.

"Sorry, but could you please hurry? I really need to go..."

Selena and I exchanged a look.