This room is perfectly secure, and in the worst-case scenario, the only one who'll be socially ruined is me. So, please, I beg you, trust me.
I kept emphasizing that point, over and over again, to no avail.
How did it come to this?
I had planned to give a concise explanation of the bare minimum, set the mood just right, and then smoothly get what I wanted. But my inner innocence wavered at the last minute, and I ended up going off on endless tangents.
When I explained that either I or the bodyguard could assist with the extraction, Hisui clearly hesitated. But in the end, he decided, "Tonight, it's just me, but I'll let you borrow me for a little while," and passed the baton to me.
Is this really okay? This is an important, crucial promise for tonight.
I glanced at him, and he simply nodded with a gentle expression as if saying, "It's fine."
I'm sorry. I'm grateful. I'll do my best.
I bowed deeply in gratitude.
And so, I led Hisui into the room and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Normally, the bodyguard would be included in the process as well, but she was entrusting everything to me. Since she was placing her trust in me, I had to live up to it.
After all that boasting, this was my first actual job, and I was already messing it up.
No, no, this is work. I need to stay professional and efficient, right?
Luckily, Hisui seemed intrigued by the whole process. he listened intently to my explanations and curiously glanced around the room. That meant, for now, things were safe!
"So, what do you want to do? Should I take my clothes off?"
Hisui asked me that first.
Being treated with such consideration by a man made me feel a little self-loathing for a moment, but I quickly decided to roll with it.
"Since we're already here, would you mind undressing?"
Huh?
Is my naked body actually in demand?
Could this be a sign?
Do I have a chance?!
Hell yeah!
With that thought, I enthusiastically stripped.
As if matching my actions, Hisui also undressed. There weren't many layers, but there was still a certain charm to it. And honestly, isn't a man's bare body just nice to look at?
"For preparation, would you prefer a shower or wet wipes?"
A shower… together?
Wait, that's… impressive.
Can I admire it?
Can I smell it?
Can I… touch it?
No, wait. Given the circumstances, it's probably okay, right?
Somehow, I managed to complete the extraction. I placed the freshly collected sample into a compartment that led to the adjacent room and closed the hatch. Now, it could be retrieved from the other side.
And with that, my job was done—
—Or so I thought, but then I was suddenly pulled into an embrace.
Ah, he smells nice. He's strong, yet gentle. So warm.
That's what I felt.
But treating me kindly at this stage doesn't make any sense. Why?
Could this be… affection?
Would he accept me?
After finishing, most men experience a sudden crash in energy. They lose interest in women, become distant, or even irritated. That's why I was warned to be careful.
Before finishing, they're naturally driven by a certain desire, which makes them more affectionate.
I was instructed to either leave immediately or avoid stimulating them further. But… what's happening now?
I don't have much experience, so my mind was spinning.
My stomach tightened with a strange, fluttery feeling.
And without underwear on, if anything overflows, I'm done for.
"I could go another round. What do you want to do?"
An unexpected offer. I'd love to receive it right here in my belly, but…
(No, no, no! That would be pushing him too hard!)
I almost gave in to temptation but barely held myself back with logic.
If I overdid it and made him unable to continue, or if tonight's promise was ruined, the bodyguard from earlier would definitely be mad.
As I mentioned, this place is filled with surveillance cameras. While privacy is technically protected, it's not impossible for someone to see. If something went wrong, there'd be no escape.
If I were to get fired or have my pay docked, I wouldn't be able to support a man anymore.
A woman who can't earn is at the bottom of society.
That thought alone had my mind racing through all possible worst-case scenarios.
I couldn't possibly continue in this frustrating state—it would be far too disrespectful to Hisui.
Trapped between a rock and a hard place, the only thing I could do was…
Blurt out my excuses.
I ended up confessing everything, honestly and thoroughly. To be frank, I'd love for him to impregnate me, but if it happens here, I'm socially doomed. I have to stick to the promise I made with the bodyguard earlier. Just for now…
With the kind of resolve that made me feel like coughing up blood, I explained the situation.
A fleeting thought crossed my mind—who cares about work? But no, I had to hold my ground!
I was surprisingly serious about this.
But still, I couldn't help but grieve inside. My spring had ended before it even began.
With a feeling like my body was being torn apart, I reluctantly pulled away from Hisui.
"Next time, let's meet outside of work."
His words were… a salvation.
"Absolutely!"
I grabbed Hisui's hands, stepping closer in excitement.
Then I noticed where his eyes were drifting—my chest? My chest is just average, though. I don't think it's particularly interesting…
But he did take his time kneading it earlier.
Could it be… there's demand for it?
"I'll reserve myself for you. Come and claim me."
That was the best line I could come up with.
"Then..."
—A light kiss.
My first kiss.
I could nearly lose consciousness from just that.
But passing out now would be a waste.
"This makes it official, right?"
His pickup lines are way too smooth!
"Yes. You've marked me, so make sure you take responsibility."
I squeezed out the best words I could muster.
There's no one else for me but Hisui.
And so, we laughed together.
Even though nothing had happened, there was an oddly satisfying sense of fulfillment.