You were reclined in your chair, half-focused, scrolling through mission updates on your tablet. Just another evening in the command office—quiet, uneventful.
Until you heard the soft click of the door.
You glanced up…
And froze.
Hungryeon stood in the doorway.
No pants. No bra.
Just her unbuttoned business shirt, hanging open to reveal toned skin and her lingerie—black, lacy, and criminally fitted. The necktie still dangled from her collar, trailing between the deep curve of her chest.
And in her arms?
A stack of… ten condom packs. All held casually. All very, very intentional.
She smiled.
Not her usual innocent grin. This one had a plan.
“You’ve been busy,” she said, stepping inside, hips swaying as she crossed the floor. “I figured I’d help you burn off some… stress.”
You stared, setting your device down slowly.
She dropped the boxes onto your desk with a soft thud, then climbed into your lap without hesitation—her legs spreading over the chair arms, surrounding you.