Blonde Girl Insider Showcase

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The company's large conference room was located deep within the office building completed last year. The mirror-like wooden desks gave Yasuko, from the sales department, a chilling sensation.

This was due to the direct contact between her peach-like mounds.

Yasuko wasn't completely naked; perhaps being naked would have been more straightforward, given her shapely, long limbs and a sexy, proud figure with measurements of B93, W60, H91.

Of course, she wasn't an exhibitionist and didn't want to flaunt her body in front of anyone other than her lover.

Especially the guys gathered in this conference room…

However, it was still better than the current situation.

She was now in a truly predicament.

"Could you lift that big buttock a little higher? I want to examine it more closely,"

the head of the major client company commanded arrogantly.

This bald, short, middle-aged man in his early forties had a slovenly face filled with lust.

Yasuko obeyed, lifting her hips and silently spreading her legs, allowing his lustful gaze to penetrate her deeply.

"Is that so?"

"Oh, good angle. It's rare to have a presentation like this, I must carefully examine your new work and see how our batch is doing..."

"Please enjoy... your appreciation..."

"Very good, very good, you really are the best saleswoman."

The middle-aged man let out a lewd laugh.

The head of the sales department next to him also chuckled, his gaze also sharply piercing his female subordinate's crotch.

Yasuko supported her lower body with both hands, shamelessly posing like a stripper.

Her clothes consisted only of a bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings, all black, which made her snow-white skin shine brightly.

Even a layman could tell that this was high-end lingerie made from carefully selected materials.

In terms of materials, Yasuko, who was acting as the model, was not to be outdone.

Slender eyebrows, jewel-like blue eyes, an elegant and pointed nose, and full and sexy lips, these were the delicate beauty unique to mixed-race people.

Her thick, elegant golden curls cascaded smoothly down her back. The highly

decorative, form-fitting lingerie accentuated her cannonball-like breasts, stimulating masculine instincts, her slender waist, her rounded hips, and her perfect feminine curves.

The harmony between her feminine allure and her aristocratic air was unbelievable.

A weak-willed man might feel a sense of dread before he even had a chance to get excited.

However, the head office manager seemed less sensitive.

He intensely desired to fondle her breasts, which he couldn't fully grasp with one hand, to hold her provocative hips, to make her sensual body writhe impatiently, and to soil her elegant, delicate face with his obscene semen—such intense lust radiated from his pupils.

"How does it feel to wear? I can't fully appreciate the comfort you mentioned earlier."

"Th-that's..."

The new product was developed specifically for BBBB Corporation's entry into the high-end women's lingerie market, and it was an ambitious project incorporating unique new technologies; it was absolutely impeccable.

Yasuko understood the manager's purpose.

"Hmph, you can't judge a book by its cover."

As expected, the department head immediately took action.

His touch was unexpectedly gentle, lightly caressing the inside of her thighs, his fingertips tracing the lines of her panties sinking into her soft skin.

"Ah... ahh!"

Yasuko let out a soft cry.

Half of it was a performance, half was a genuine feeling; this was a familiar touch, something she might do at the company.

The department head used a subtle touch, stroking her vulva through her panties, gently tracing the lines up and down.

Years of experience allowed him to pinpoint her most sensitive spots with unparalleled precision, applying constant pressure.

Yasuko wanted to stop the further spread of sexual messages, but the middle-aged man insisted on not allowing her to do so. He paused briefly on her erogenous zones, rhythmically, patiently, and slowly arousing her.

"Ah..."

After his fingertips entered her panties, Yasuko couldn't help but let out a sweet cry. The soft fabric rubbed against the indentation in front of her anus, and her body reacted involuntarily. "

As expected of newly developed material, it's truly a delightful stimulation.

" "How is it? Comfortable?"

"Yes...it's amazing."

"You can feel it, right?"

"Y-yes..."

"Say it clearly."

"It's...stimulating..."

This was her honest opinion. A

tingling sensation ran through her waist, her vagina burned, and her love juices began to flow. The sensitive Yasuko thought with a hint of resentment.

Women who have grown up through the baptism of love are said to be more sensitive. Born and raised in America, orphaned at a young age, she was spoiled by her grandfather, who ran a large farm.

After majoring in economics at a university in New York, she followed in her entertainer mother's footsteps, resolutely joining a Japanese company despite her grandfather's strong opposition.

Perhaps this was a wrong first step...in her mother's homeland, qualifications obtained from an American university are completely unrecognized.

The company hired her because of her beauty and figure, placing her in the sales department.

Even so, she used her rich imagination to try and contribute to herself and the company.

She should have proven herself to be an excellent employee, both inside and out.

The result…

“Hoo…woo…ah!”

“As always, the touch is excellent. Hmph, a woman’s breasts really do have to be this full to be sucking them properly.”

“If you do this…ah, ahh!”

The minister moved between Yasuko’s knees, removed the bra covering her full breasts, and sucked on her nipples. After the nipples became erect, he began to flick them with his tongue.

“Ah!”

“Oh dear, why didn’t you say ‘oh! more’ like a foreigner would?”

“Mo…more, please.”

Yasuko’s cheeks flushed, and she whispered, biting her lower lip.

The flames of humiliation spread in her chest.

However, the pleasure and anticipation of sex did make her legs wet, because the man’s fingers were greedily rubbing her clitoris through her panties.

A stinging, tingling sensation arose, and her erect clitoris craved to be teased. Her lust was uncontrollable, and it seemed that she would not be able to calm down until she reached orgasm.

Yasuko couldn't believe her own feelings. She was only in her early twenties and had extremely high standards for men. There was no way she could have feelings for such an ugly middle-aged man.

If the other party weren't a major client like the head of Gokoshi Department Store, she would never have been forced by the company to endure such prostitute-like sexual harassment at a new product showcase.

After the bubble economy, her mother's homeland seemed to have changed.

Yasuko thought to herself, enduring the waves of pleasure that kept washing over her.

With no future in sight, BBB Corporation was in a predicament where it couldn't survive without Gokoshi Department Store.

This department head might be exploiting this weakness to take advantage of her.

Yasuko tried to reverse the current situation.

"Female employees don't need brains, just cute faces, full breasts and hips, and offering their bodies to the company is enough." The section chief, who spoke so carelessly, constantly flattered his superiors, acted as a go-between for clients, and had no morals whatsoever, was completely unreliable.

It was ridiculous that a company couldn't survive without women.

However, if she resigned, other female employees would definitely become the next victims.

This was also a concern.

Regardless of her superiors' sales policies, Yasuko had a passion for the company's excellent products and was brimming with confidence, which was why she remained in her position.

"Kneel on all fours like a dog, ass towards me."

Already burning with desire, Yasuko obeyed the order, her heavy waist turning towards Manager Gokoshi.

The small bikini design exposed almost her entire buttocks, her snow-white mounds a tempting sight.

Her panties were slowly pulled down.

Air touched her private parts.

The engorged labia, the slightly parted slits, the protruding clitoris, even the contraction of her anus, were all exposed to the man's lewd gaze.

Thinking of this scene, Yasuko's entire head began to heat up, and even her crotch inexplicably turned red.

"So wet, your genitals are all soaking wet... You're such a slut, like a bitch in heat. To be able to go this far, I rate your sincerity highly."

The man's voice was vulgar and shameless. The woman's arousal under his skill gave him a deep sense of self-satisfaction.

This shameless department head, relying on the name of a large company, was a man who could ejaculate three times a night besides having sex with his wife. He was cautious and stingy, and it was said he had never actively pursued a woman with his full money.

"...Thank you for the compliment."

Jingzi swayed her honey-dripping buttocks, a wave of nausea rising within her.

She had to escape this miserable situation as soon as possible.

One person's strength was too weak; even if she had to use her body to seduce, she had to find someone suitable.

Suddenly, she thought of the new head of the Planning Department II, who had recently been assigned there.

She'd heard he was very capable at work, but also quite a womanizer.

"Say 'Please insert,' in English."

"Yes...fuck me...please..."

"As you wish."

*Sizzle*...

the man's finger penetrated her completely in one go.

"Ah...ahhhhh!"

A slight pleasure began to spread throughout her body.

It was almost certain that she was born to receive a man's tenderness.

A white shirt paired with a light red suit, the seasonal uniform also clearly showing the fleshy texture.

"...I see, just by pressing this button, we can know the sales performance from last year to this year, as well as the estimated value for next year? That's really convenient. If the past data were complete enough, the planning department would have a much easier time."

Lee Joon, the head of the second section of the planning department, spoke seriously while deftly operating the computer mouse.

The screen kept changing, the simulation predictions made based on past data and the analysis data sent by the research company quickly overlapping.

However, his gaze was fixed on the image of the female employee's breasts reflected on the screen.

Zhang Yun'er from the advertising department nodded obliviously, her slender and delicate phoenix eyes revealing an appreciative look.

"Section Chief has a strong understanding, which makes things much easier for us."

"I worked very hard and finished it in one go, cramming at the last minute. It's my specialty."

"As expected, you're as capable as the rumors say. Being a computer novice is a lie, isn't it? Looks like I'm out of luck."

"Not at all. There are still many things I'd like to learn from you."

Lee Joon casually leaned closer to Yoona, who was sitting next to him in a chair.

"For example?"

A defensive line suddenly appeared in her clear eyes, because she had heard the rumors about this section chief in her early thirties.

Thick eyelashes, sharp eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly upturned red lips that men like—she was a natural beauty.

Shoulder-length straight hair covered the contours of her oval face.

According to Lee Joon's investigation, her measurements were B89, W59, H90, full yet slender, with a waist as thin as a model's and hips that were the type suitable for a smooth delivery.

However, beneath her clever and witty demeanor and exquisite and dignified appearance, there seemed to be a touch of lewdness.

As expected of the most highly regarded and eye-catching beauty at BBB Corporation, she was constantly the subject of rumors and slander, including being the chairman's secret lover and having affairs with half the company's male employees, which she never denied.

Her angry gaze was like a flirtatious flirtation.

She was that type of female employee.

However, her outstanding looks made her a top-notch advertising model, which was undeniable.

"Well... how about yourself? I'd like to become close partners with you and learn from you in many ways."

"Sexual harassment in the company is unacceptable."

Despite the cold reaction, Lee Joon continued, seemingly unconcerned. The

fact that all the other advertising department employees left was part of his plan. If things went smoothly, he might be able to have a satisfying workplace romance through her tacitly approved sexual harassment.

"Or are you already the chairman's woman? A beauty like you, I think everyone would want to possess you."

"I took your words as a compliment, but unfortunately you guessed wrong..."

"Then, how about being my lover?"

"Your salary might not be enough to support me."

Yoona smiled slightly, and noticing the hand reaching out from behind, she stabbed at it with the tip of her pen.

Lee Joon, who narrowly dodged the attack, instantly changed course, his hand sliding over the female employee's chest, and quickly grabbed the mouse on the desk.

"Ah... where are you clicking..."

"Don't say that, let me tell you how to use it."

"Blood type A, birthday November 11th, hobbies include going to the gym and watching movies... knowing these things gives me a much better chance."

As Yoona pulled Lee Joon's hand off his chest, she also gave his hand a hard squeeze.

Lee Joon remained silent.

"How heartless! Can't you even ask me out once?"

"Sorry, I can't. I don't have time to cultivate relationships with other departments."

"Indeed, seeing you busy negotiating and personally inspecting our company's merchandise at the department store, I know you're very dedicated to your work."

"Of course, besides, I have absolutely no interest in workplace romances."

"If it's not a lover, then it really won't work, huh?"

This time, the look she gave him was both cold and angry. Lee Joon knew he had crossed the line.

Yoona's personality was unpredictable.

Yesterday she had acted so proactively, but today she suddenly kept him at arm's length.

"Well… that's enough for today. I have things to do."

"Oh, is it over already?"

Yoona responded, also giving him a flirtatious wink.

See, that's the look. Lee Joon smiled wryly.

"Come again next time."

"I will."

After calculating the time the other employees would return to the advertising department, Lee Joon decided to take the lingering sensation of her breasts as a souvenir and head home.

Her breasts were full and plump, their elasticity and tautness palpable even through her uniform. Her nipples were undoubtedly pink and appeared quite sensitive.

Lee Joon glanced at Yoona as he left.

Yoona quickly returned to her work, but her hand gently pressed against the breast Lee Joon had just touched with the mouse—ironclad proof of a perfect shot.

"It's impossible for her to have no reaction…because my touch was incredibly accurate."

After muttering to himself, a lecherous smile spread across Lee Joon's face.

He returned to his original work station.

Best Beauty Body, BBB Corporation.

With a capital of 100 million and 800 employees, it boasts outstanding sales capabilities and exceptional technology, handling everything from fiber research and development to wholesale sales.

BBB's predecessor was a business company founded by the then-young and promising chairman, Soichiro Mayama. After the war, it transformed into an underwear manufacturer, and its performance soared, making it a leading underwear manufacturer.

A garden of silk…

and also a garden teeming with beauties.

Boasting an industry-leading number of beautiful women, with appearance reportedly accounting for 80-90% of the hiring process

, this workplace seemed like paradise to the newly appointed section chief, who lived for work and women.

In fact, Lee Joon wasn't a full-time employee of BBB Company; he was a contracted section chief appointed by a talent agency called "TempCarrier."

His contract was for three months,

and nearly half of that time had passed.

However, Lee Joon wasn't anxious at all.

Although he wasn't familiar with this industry, his abilities as one of the top-performing dispatched personnel were undeniable.

For the first month, he selected beautiful and capable female employees to learn from, then crammed day and night to fill in the gaps in his knowledge.

Once he established good relationships with the female employees, he could then effectively utilize his work skills.

This was a two-birds-with-one-stone strategy.

Thanks to him, the Planning Department's Second Planning Section, which had initially lacked any real authority, had now seen a significant improvement in performance.

The real battle was only just beginning.

"Section Chief, Section Chief, where have you been? People have been looking for you, honestly. Look, this is my new proposal."

Just as I finally settled into my seat in the Second Section's office, a lively, short-haired female employee rushed over noisily.

It was Li Fumei,

Li Zhun's direct subordinate.

"Fumei, this isn't school. How many times do I have to tell you not to run around in the company? Do you want to stand in the hallway as punishment?"

"I'm not cleaning, please look carefully, look, look, look..."

"I feel like talking to a brick wall... Okay, what do you want me to look at?"

Li Zhun sighed quietly, surrendering.

He didn't see any proposal.

"It's this, this."

Fumei snorted, proudly puffing out her chest.

"Her breasts are of poor quality, nothing to be proud of. Her buttocks are quite cute, but without actually seeing them, I can't describe their condition."

Li Zhun nodded with an extremely serious expression.

"So, can you take it off and let me see?"

"Huh? Oh, right."

"What do you mean by 'Oh, right'..." "

Of course you can't see it when you're dressed." "

No... how should I put it."

Before any more explicit sexual harassment could escape, Fumi suddenly unbuttoned the ribbon and buttons on her chest and peeled off her coat and shirt, revealing the skin on her shoulders.

Her skin was healthy and full of vitality.

Her bra was, of course, exposed, but perhaps due to her personal demeanor, incredibly, there wasn't even a hint of lewdness.

Lee Joon was astonished and speechless.

Fumi was a delicate type of female employee, with fine skin and a pretty face, more cute than beautiful.

In addition, her expressions and actions still had a girlish innocence; it would be more accurate to call her a "girl" than a "woman." She had

big, watery eyes, thin eyebrows, and a pitiful little mouth. Although her body was fully developed, with curves in all the right places, she wasn't particularly outstanding in a company full of beautiful women.

In short, she had a cheerful and generous personality.

"But isn't this a bit too generous?"

Fumi insisted, pulling down the bra straps of her regular elastic bra, which easily slipped down on women with small breasts like me. And once you tighten it… look, it leaves marks on the skin, doesn't it? Girls with sensitive skin must be really bothered by this. I don't think this type of bra is comfortable at all."

Fumi argued forcefully, pulling down the bra straps to show her boss the obvious marks left by the straps digging into his skin.

His fair, delicate skin inexplicably flushed red.

The erotic lines evoked images of sadomasochism.

Lee Joon swallowed hard.

"But, but, isn't this a shame? So I was thinking, if we could adjust this a little more… uh, right here, do you see clearly, Section Chief? It's here, here, strengthen the tension here from the side…"

This time, she began to remove the fabric covering his breasts, revealing their elastic, delicious-looking bulges.

Lee Joon felt dizzy.

Fumi was so engrossed in explaining the project that she seemed completely oblivious to the fact that her upper body was almost entirely exposed.

The person who put her in charge of the new lingerie project was none other than Lee Joon himself.

A bit ditzy but possessing unparalleled creativity—that was why Lee Joon promoted her.

Fumi also seemed to dislike the even more lifeless atmosphere of the Planning Department II than the First Department, hence her incredibly enthusiastic approach to the project.

Lee Joon hadn't misjudged her.

Although he hadn't misjudged her… sometimes mistakes happen.

Being highly motivated was a good thing, but her self-absorbed personality was unexpected. His daughter, waiting to be sold, might soon be stripping down to her bare chest.

Lee Joon looked around.

More and more people were gathering in the office to watch the spectacle.

Employees from other departments also stopped by as they passed by.

The female employees all looked at him with expressions of wanting to stop him.

Lee Joon pouted, deeply troubled.

(All I wanted was normal sexual harassment...

It must be a deviation.

Where exactly is the problem...?

The biggest problem isn't her slowness, nor her background, but that Fumi lacks a sense of shame. No, not entirely, it's just that she's strayed from the point.

Being too enthusiastic leads to unconsciously forgetting about shame.

Completely unsuspecting of others' malice, no matter how blatant Lee Joon's sexual harassment was, she didn't care at all, just laughed it off.

After taking office in Section Two, Lee Joon had already earned the title of "King of Sexual Harassment" within a week, a situation that had seriously affected his self-esteem.

"I see. Focusing on empathy is a very good plan. I will submit it as is."

"Yes, thank you, Section Chief."

"And..."

"What is it?"

"You'll catch a cold like this."

"Huh?"

After being pointed out, Fumi finally noticed her half-naked state and the strange looks from those around her.

Her sense of shame seemed to awaken.

"Wow, wahhhhh! Section Chief, why didn't you tell me sooner? It's so embarrassing, waaaaaaah..."

Fumi, her face flushed, quickly dressed, glaring at Lee Joon

with resentment in her eyes .

(Hmm, perfect timing.

Lee Joon nodded in satisfaction.

The so-called "essence" of sexual harassment refers to the process of simultaneously being disliked and forcing the other party into a situation where they cannot refuse, shaking their self-esteem while making them waver between resistance and temptation, and then slowly capturing the prey.

This woman is worth training. Lee Joon's fighting spirit ignited silently.

"Don't do this... Section Chief... ah!"

"I really don't know what I'm touching? Everything is soft and fluffy, and being too big is a sin."

"You're so bad..."

Hiding in the shadows of the corridor, deliberately avoiding the crowd, Lee Joon cupped the large breasts of the famously hot blonde office lady from behind, kneading them against her clothes, enjoying the heavy texture of her breasts.

"Is this it?"

"Ah...no!"

OL's slender shoulders trembled.

Her breath was intoxicating.

"They're perky, round and plump, feel amazing."

"Ugh, stop thinking like that...are you even looking closely?"

"Of course."

Lee Joon further teased her nipples with his fingers, testing the waters, while shamelessly replying,

"I used to resent that bras like yours weren't valued enough. I really wish big-breasted women could wear them beautifully, and it would be even better if they were more affordable."

"Are you serious...?"

"I'm always serious, especially about sex." "

And your finger skills are amazing." "

Really?"

"But, let's stop now, if we keep going...we might lose control."

"What a pity, it's rare to see you in such high spirits."

OL looked back with moist eyes, her red lips whispering sweetly,

"Section Chief, how about we go for a drink tonight?"

"I...I still have work to do."

Lee Joon frowned, declining with considerable distress, truly distressed. The ample breasts before him were a great temptation, but he remembered he had something to discuss with the company's top busty woman later.

He didn't succumb to her charms.

Although he had always hoped to bump into the glamorous sales department female employees in the corridor, admire their ample cleavage, and pull them aside...if he didn't have to work overtime, he could have a contest.

He glanced at the clock; it was already past eight.

Lee Joon reluctantly released the OL's breasts, constantly convincing himself that there was plenty of time.

"What a pity."

The blonde Yasuko, like a leopard locking onto its prey, watched Lee Joon depart with a seductive smile. Meanwhile,

in the Technology Development Department office, Qin Meisha sat alone.

The office, furnished with simple, elegant desks, displayed word processors and computer monitors, its decor as modern as other departments.

Product samples and documents were scattered on the desks.

She was the only one left working overtime, a common occurrence. Unless it was an emergency, the employees always left on time.

Meisha wasn't working overtime because of a lack of ability.

On the contrary, she was highly capable, almost obsessively so.

A science and engineering graduate, she was passionate about developing new materials and, in pursuit of perfect sewing techniques, often... Time is never enough for everyone.

Dedicated to product development research, it's no exaggeration to say she's the key to BBB's new product success or failure.

However, after days of overtime, Misa finally collapsed from exhaustion and fell asleep.

She sat on a very unstable chair.

With no one around, she brazenly spread her legs, her uniform skirt riding up, revealing her pale pink underwear between her thighs.

Thick, frameless glasses perched on her high nose.

Her hair reached her neck and was neatly tied back with a hair tie. Her face was bare of makeup; she seemed to have no intention of emphasizing femininity.

Nevertheless, her skin was flawless, as white as fresh snow, and incredibly delicate.

It was the kind of skin that made one want to kiss it.

Judging from her personality, she was a reserved woman. If she put some effort into her glasses and makeup, she would be a great beauty. A

soft breath escaped her intellectual lips.

"...Hmm...Ugh..."

She seemed to be struggling to breathe.

Someone was carefully and skillfully untying her bow.

Seeing that she still looked like she was having difficulty breathing, they simply unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a bra in the same color as her shirt, to comfort her breasts.

Her cleavage was truly spectacular...

worthy of a wide-eyed gaze.

A once-in-a-century sight.

As if two watermelons were stuffed inside.

The title of the company's number one busty woman was indeed well-deserved.

Perfectly proportioned, neither too plump nor too thin.

Her technician's pride and reserved appearance gave her maternal breasts a touch of sensuality.

A man's hand tried to cup one breast.

"Ugh...This is..."

Her gently cupped hand couldn't fully grasp it.

When squeezed, the flesh seemed to overflow from between her fingers.

Every man, every man, longs to plunge headlong into it.

The owner, acting with unbridled abandon, seemed to share this desire, a lewd swallowing sound escaping his throat.

His fingertips traced the outline of Sleeping Beauty's breasts.

"Ah... um."

Her unpainted red lips unconsciously emitted a gasp.

His fingertips, circling, gradually moved towards a certain point.

"Right here."

A calm, confident whisper.

His middle finger gently intruded.

"...Ah!"

Her shoulders jerked, her breasts swayed, her eyelids fluttered.

She was about to wake up.

The man withdrew his hand, deciding it was time to speak.

"Misa, Misa."

"Huh... ah... huh?"

Misa's eyes snapped open, jumping in surprise.

"Section Chief Li."

"Working overtime again tonight without permission? I felt bad seeing you sleeping so soundly, but it's better than being woken up by the patrolling guards, right?"

With a proper reason, one could stay at the company to work overtime after reporting to superiors, but Misa's overtime hours had long exceeded the limits set by the Labor Standards Act.

Claiming she wasn't working overtime for the allowance, Misa often secretly stayed at the company after work, like a guerrilla fighter.

"I'm...sorry."

Seeing her disheveled appearance, Misa's pale cheeks flushed instantly, and she hurriedly straightened her clothes, bewildered as to why the ribbons and buttons were undone.

The company had strict access control and a comprehensive security system; entry and exit were solely based on identification. In fact, one couldn't stay here without permission.

Although it was an act of hacking, at this point, excuses were useless.

"But, why are you working overtime?"

"Of course it's for work, I've given you the truth."

"Is... that so?"

"Actually, I wanted to stay with you."

"P-Please don't joke around."

Misa, finally snapping out of her daze and startled by the sneak attack, glared sharply at the head of the second section.

Everyone at BBB Company knew that Lee Joon liked to sexually harass female employees.

The only ones who probably didn't know were the cleaning ladies who would never be targeted, but recently they had also started to feel a sense of crisis about their chastity.

"Why? I don't need a reason to see you, do I? For you, and for the company, I'm willing to work overtime."

"That's good, but doing your job is a given, why do you say it's for me?"

"Hey, don't be so stubborn!"

Lee Joon, unfazed by the barbed words in her voice, pulled up a chair and sat down next to Misa.

"Actually, I have some business to ask you about. It's about the structure of underwear, specifically the diamond-shaped material in the 3D mesh layer."

"You mean the newly launched 'Wind Nude' series? You might find it unbelievable, but its construction is a very standard 3D weave."

Since it involved technical topics, Misa immediately straightened her back, and once she was sure she was in control, her speech became smooth and articulate.

"I'm wearing products from this series now, emphasizing the texture of the fine fiber weave and the treatment of the central seam—"

"Hmm, hmm."

"Are you really nodding because you understand?"

Her arrogance in her professional field made her less guarded.

Lee Joon smiled slightly.

"I think I should thank you. Thanks to you, I now know your work inside and out. For example, by the way—"

Lee Joon removed the cover from the computer screen, deftly manipulating the mouse, the cursor appearing on the screen's graphic.

"These are the values for composite synthetic fibers, right?"

"N-yes."

"This graph shows the attribute values, and then it shows the percentage of cationic polyester fiber... Oh, right, when this value changes, the line that's moving now... the unit is g/d, the strength... and this value will become the coefficient of friction, right?"

He hummed a song as he spoke, and at the same time, his hand unexpectedly wrapped around the busty OL's shoulder, pressing their bodies tightly together.

"I-I already know the results of your hard work, so please put your hand on me..."

"Don't do that, look at the curve of this graph... its elegant curvature, it's like your breasts!"

"Section Chief..."

Misa felt a little flustered.

A sneak attack, taking advantage of her vulnerability... Lee Joon used different techniques one after another. Perhaps he found her cold and chaste, and that's why he came prepared.

His research in this area was never lagging behind.

The elite of the technical department didn't expect her to be so inexperienced. She might not be a virgin, but her sexual experience was probably not very rich, and it was clear that she was easily nervous.

A more enlightened office lady might relieve tension through night outings or sex, but she couldn't.

In some ways, she was an easy opponent.

All she had to do was release her pent-up desires.

"Why are you blushing? Do you have a fever? It's good to be responsible, but you'd better not push yourself too hard. Your breasts are so big, be careful your shoulders don't hurt."

"Don't, don't say that... As long as you choose a well-fitting bra, it won't strain your shoulders... Please, don't touch that area."

Lee Joon's hand, which had been wrapped around her from behind, subtly touched Misa's breast.

"I really want to see."

The soft whisper in her ear sent a shiver down Misa's spine.

She had fallen into Lee Joon's trap again.

Her body tensed instantly.

"See... what?"

"The well-fitting bra you mentioned."

"I don't have a sample. If it's an image or a 3D rendering, I can get it right away..."

"What I want to see is what you're wearing."

This time, Misa blushed deeply.

"That, that's not important."

"What? You won't let me see?"

"I, I want to hear the planning department's opinion."

Misa struggled to change the subject.

Lee Joon sensed the barely concealed passion in her voice, and he frowned slightly.

"Suggestions? I'd be happy to help if it's of any help."

"You know about the seamless bra?"

"Yes, it's a project spearheaded by the technical department. I heard they've developed a new sewing technique."

Although Lee Joon was speaking, his attention seemed entirely focused on the subject of his passion.

The seamless bra was met with acclaim in the industry when it was first announced. Despite its innovative concept and unparalleled production line... its sales were less than ideal, as the manufacturing process was complex and costs remained high.

Last week, an internal company meeting decided to suspend production and transfer the production line to the Angel Kiss series of bras, a proposal from the Planning Department.

"I was the proposer. The new technology has brought sewing techniques to unprecedented heights, and our company's products have benefited greatly from it. But... why did the higher-ups suddenly change their tune?"

"C-Calm down, Misa."

Lee Joon was at a loss. This

was truly an unexpected counterattack.

It seemed that the anger was more of a venting than a complaint.

"Although the technical department was in charge, we can't be blamed entirely for the poor performance... They even said that our technical department was intoxicated by new technologies and made unauthorized proposals that drove up costs—it's all just excuses."

Indeed.

The seamless bra was a major marketing blunder.

The report pointed out that the reason was the technical department's stubbornness, ignoring the advice of the sales department, which always prioritized cost.

Costs do indeed affect sales performance.

"But the Angel's Kiss bra is also good; it's economical, has a variety of styles, and sells well among young people, doesn't it?" "

That's a step backward. Simplify the sewing process of old products, reduce fiber costs, diversify designs... We've come this far, is it necessary to continue focusing on low-priced, high-volume products?"

Perhaps old grudges were surfacing, and Misa's emotions grew increasingly agitated.

With lofty ideals for technology, she couldn't bear being forced to compromise with profit-driven corporate theories.

She had to bow down when the survival of the technical department was at stake.

However, the truth was not so simple; there were more complex issues behind it all.

Lee Joon knew perfectly well what was going on.

"If we stagnate, technology won't advance. There are more and more new sports, so the demand for matching underwear will increase accordingly. Ultraviolet rays are getting stronger, so we need to develop composite fibers that are safe for sensitive skin..."

"Misa, pause for a moment,"

Lee Joon whispered, stopping her.

"...Huh?"

"You'd better hide under the table... The security guards seem to be patrolling."

"Y-yes."

Misa snapped back to reality in surprise and quickly followed instructions.

Noticing the light on in the room, footsteps approached from the corridor.

Soon, the door opened, and the person on the other end asked,

"Is anyone staying to work overtime?"

"Ah, hello, thank you for your hard work. I'm Lee Joon from Planning Section 2. I'm here to find some materials... Although the head of the technical department will bring them tomorrow, I'm still worried."

"Ah, you're the new section chief. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for your hard work."

"I still have a lot to learn..."

Lee Joon began chatting casually with the guard.

Hiding, Misa was restless; her initial anger had completely vanished. Now, she was at a loss as to how to deceive the guard into staying at the company.

If discovered, she would inevitably face company punishment.

Her heart pounded with anxiety as she waited for the guard to leave quickly.

She sat down on the table, her knees bent to keep her legs from protruding, revealing her underwear beneath her short skirt.

Her knees pressed against her cow-like breasts.

"As expected of someone capable, their words are different."

"No, that's not true..."

Standing, Lee Joon chatted fluently with the guard while locking Misa under the table, his toes slowly moving forward. He quietly removed his shoes and moved towards her underwear-clad legs.

Misa saw all of this.

She had nowhere to escape.

Making a sound would alert the guard.

From the beginning, she was in a dilemma.

His toes began to roam along the inside of her thighs, clad in stockings. Misa tried to push him away, but she couldn't overcome the man's strength.

His toes expertly moved along her buttocks.

Anger and shame flushed Misa's face.

She bit her lip, enduring the illegal sexual harassment.

His toes finally reached the juncture of her legs, about to cross the barrier of her panties.

"Section Chief Lee... Ah!"

Just as she tried to protest softly, his toes, as if guided by eyes, precisely invaded the vertical crevice of her flesh. The pressure on her sensitive area caused Misa to let out a sweet moan, then she covered her mouth in shame.

"Huh? I think I heard a sound..."

"You're overthinking it, I didn't hear anything!" "

Is that so..."

Lee Joon ignored her suspicious whispers and continued to massage her crevice with skillful pressure, the pale pink fabric gradually sinking into her secret flesh.

Misa couldn't bear the strange sensation and began to struggle and writhe.

The mucous membranes were indirectly rubbed; Lee Joon's toes were playing with her private parts, conveying a clear sexual innuendo.

Her pubic bone was gently struck, the sweet vibrations extending down her spine.

"Ah... Stop, stop... No!"

For the first time, a vulnerable expression appeared on her strong face.

Her beautiful eyes welled up with tears from excessive shame.

"Such a big company, the security guards' job must be quite demanding. I don't think anyone would sneak in to work overtime..."

Lee Joon said casually, while continuing to caress her back and forth.

Misa's resistance stopped imperceptibly, and her reactions began to change. She began to breathe softly, her waist slowly undulating.

Lee Joon felt a dampness on his toes.

Peeking under the table, he saw a busty office lady, her face flushed, utterly ashamed, and trembling all over.

"What's wrong? The guards are gone."

Lee Joon realized he had gone a bit too far.

In fact, the guards had already left; he had just been putting on a one-man show. But if he told the truth, he might be torn to pieces.

Misa nodded silently, then dragged her heavy back out from under the table.

"The material of your underwear feels amazing."

"Is...is that so?"

The office lady's voice was full of lust.

(Let's call it a day. Take it slow, there's no rush... I joined BBB to enjoy this.)

Lee Joon smiled inwardly.

"I hope we can have direct contact next time."

"Don't say such... vulgar things."

Misa's voice was angry, but her eyes were moist.

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