Chapter 80:You Eat Breakfast a Woman Made While Texting Another Woman…?

Chapter 80: 80:You Eat Breakfast a Woman Made While Texting Another Woman...?

I glanced along the sides of the apron.

Unfortunately, she was wearing clothes underneath.

I had been hoping for a naked apron.

"What are you staring at?"

"Hm?"

"Does something... look strange?"

She shifted slightly in the apron, and her breasts swayed with her body.

What was with this newlywed scene first thing in the morning?

The faint blush on her face as she showed me the apron made it seem like she wanted a compliment.

But Manager Selena, if you wanted praise, you should’ve worn it naked.

"Yes. Something feels strange."

"Strange!?"

"It feels strange waking up in your bed, eating breakfast you made, and then going to work together."

"..."

Selena paused.

"...Please don’t think too much of it."

"All right, all right. You look pretty in the apron."

"Really?"

"It would’ve been even better without anything underneath."

She let out a deep sigh and rubbed her forehead as if a headache were coming on.

She did that sometimes when work refused to cooperate.

"We have to leave soon. I couldn’t exactly get dressed and then take everything off again."

She already sounded like the usual Manager Selena.

Bored, I reached out and squeezed her breast.

Soft and heavy.

"...What is this?"

"Hmm. A morning greeting?"

"Who greets someone by grabbing their breasts?"

"Someone right—"

"Don’t say something childish like ’someone right here.’"

I got scolded.

Annoyed, I kept kneading her.

"Mmh..."

I loved how she complained but still stood there and let me handle her breasts.

"Th-that’s enough."

"What? A little more and your nipples would’ve started showing."

"Stop saying ridiculous things. I’m cooking soup."

I looked past her. The pot was bubbling over.

She hurried to the stove and turned off the flame.

"Sit down. Your food’s ready."

For breakfast in a one-person apartment, the spread she had prepared was impressive.

Rolled omelet, bacon, seasoned vegetables... The omelet looked freshly made.

That took real effort. When had she done all this?

"Eat this too."

"Huh? Abalone?"

"I just boiled it. Dip it in the sauce."

She acted as though it were nothing, but who boiled abalone first thing in the morning?

I had seen a short video about it once. Even the preparation looked like a pain in the ass.

I had no idea why a woman living alone had abalone in her apartment to begin with, but I decided not to ask.

Selena watched intently as I picked one up and took a bite.

"Is it good?"

"It’s decent."

"That’s good enough, then."

She looked slightly sulky.

Apparently she had expected me to put on a show and praise it to the heavens. Sorry, but that wasn’t in my nature.

It really was pretty good, though. She cooked better than she looked like she would.

Or maybe I was just starving after using so much energy last night.

Whatever the reason, I finished every bit of the breakfast she had made in no time.

"You eat well."

"I need to eat well if I’m going to use my strength again."

"Strength?"

"At work."

"Oh..."

"Were you thinking of something strange by yourself?"

"No. No, I wasn’t."

Look at that red face.

My phone chimed.

"Hmm?"

It was a little after eight. In that case...

╭─ [TwiXter]

│ Today’s underwear? Master?

│ Hana.

│ (A photo of her lowering her pants to show her panties)

╰─

Hana’s daily morning picture.

I replied with a thumbs-up sticker.

"...What are you looking at?"

"What?"

Whoa.

When I turned, Selena was looking at my screen with me.

Had she seen all of it?

"...That’s a woman."

Her voice went ice-cold.

Hmm. How should I put this? An excuse didn’t seem possible.

The only option was a frontal attack.

"Yes. One of the four I mentioned before."

See? When you answered boldly enough, people had nothing to say.

"...Ed."

"Yes?"

"You sit there eating breakfast a woman made for you while texting another woman... Is that what you do?"

"Come on, I didn’t message her first. She always sends things like this around now."

"Every morning?"

"Yes."

Selena looked back and forth between me and the phone, her expression full of displeasure.

"She sends you a picture of her panties every morning?"

"So you did see it all."

"You were grinning at your phone so much that I wondered what it was."

Was I?

What man wouldn’t be happy looking at a naughty picture from Hana?

"Every morning, she photographs herself in her underwear and sends it to you."

"Sometimes she’s naked."

"..."

Selena’s fork trembled halfway to her omlette.

"...Me too."

"Hm?"

"I’ll send them too. Underwear pictures."

...

What was this now?

"I just send one at this time every morning, right?"

"You really don’t need to—"

"I’ll send them. You like that kind of thing, don’t you?"

There seemed to be thorns in every word.

Still, if she was offering, why refuse?

"All right. Send me your panties every morning, then."

"...Fine."

She sounded as though she had made a solemn resolution.

We finished breakfast and stood up.

I was fairly sure we had been having sex until three in the morning.

Yet by sunrise, Selena was immaculate, as though nothing had happened.

Maybe that was how someone became a manager. Though in the end, she was still my cock slave.

"Come on. We’ll be late."

"Yes, ma’am."

We stepped into the corridor and found a sheet of paper taped to the wall.

I moved closer and read it.

╭─ [Notice]

│ Whoever lives on the third floor, keep it down when you have sex!

│ The fucking moaning reaches the first floor!

│ Show some consideration for your neighbors!

│ Who the hell are you people? It sounded like someone was being murdered!

╰─

Apparently we had been too loud last night.

Someone from another apartment had even written "Exactly!" beside the notice.

"This seems to be about us."

"Ngh...!"

Selena tore it down at once and crumpled it.

Her face went scarlet, and she couldn’t meet my eyes. She was mortified.

"...N-next time..."

"Yes?"

"Next time... we do it at your place."

"Not a motel?"

"Your place."

Why specifically my place?

I had the distinct impression she was deliberately collecting an excuse to come over.

We left the building and walked through the neighborhood toward the office.

I expected us to walk separately, but she kept drifting against my side.

"Aren’t you going to link arms?"

"Didn’t the lovers role-play end?"

"We can do that much even if it’s over."

I wasn’t sure that was true.

Instead of offering my arm, I caught her by the shoulders and pulled her into my side.

"Ngh...!?"

She was embarrassed, but settled obediently against me like a puppy.

I discreetly felt one of her breasts.

"P-people are watching, Ed."

"So what?"

Most only glanced at us in passing. No one showed any real interest.

We probably looked like a couple still hungover from the night before.

We went all the way to the office like that.

"Good morning."

"G-good morning..."

We entered together.

Selena was still slightly worked up from having her breasts touched the whole way.

I felt strangely refreshed after squeezing them all morning.

As I headed for my seat, I noticed Rhea.

"Good morning, Rhea."

"Eek...!"

She jumped at the sight of me.

"Ah... g-good morning."

"What’s wrong? You look like you saw something you weren’t supposed to."

"N-no! It’s nothing. Ahem... M-Manager Selena, good morning to you too."

"Good morning, Rhea. Haa..."

Manager Selena, your nipples are showing through your clothes.

Rhea noticed too. Her gaze dropped to Selena’s chest, then snapped back to me.

Did you do that? her eyes asked.

I neither confirmed nor denied it. I merely shrugged.

Selena hurried to her desk to calm herself down.

"Rhea?"

"Eek! Y-yes?"

I held out my hand.

"I look forward to working with you. I’m a permanent employee as of today too."

"...What?"

"A few things happened yesterday, and my permanent appointment was confirmed."

She stared at me blankly.

Of course she did. We had joined at the same time, but she had always spoken down to me because she became permanent first.

Now not only had she tasted my cock, my official position had caught up to hers.

She still had no idea that I had both a manager and the ultimate boss aka CEO backing me.

"...Oh..."

"Aren’t you going to shake my hand?"

"I-I look forward to working with you..."

Reluctantly, Rhea took it.

The moment our palms met, I deliberately tickled hers in the creepiest way possible.

"Eek!?"

"Why are you so startled? It’s only a handshake."

"Ah... I-I’m sorry..."

Even though I was the one teasing her, she apologized first and endured the handshake.

Meanwhile, I checked the reactions of her body.

Even this was turning her on a little, wasn’t it?

Later that morning, I barely pretended to work before rising from my desk.

The moment I stood, Rhea and Selena both flinched.

Don’t worry. I’m not after either of you right now.

I left my station and headed elsewhere.

My destination was the CEO’s office.