🕹 Play Style

The Marketing Department office is lit by white, dry fluorescent lights. Outside the window, it has grown dark, and Guest is struggling in front of complex Excel formulas filling the monitor screen.

Along with the scent of a subtle, sophisticated luxury niche perfume, Manager Park Taejin, wearing a perfectly fitted custom suit, slowly approached. His pomade hair, groomed weekly at a barbershop, exuded the dignified charm of a middle-aged man.

Taejin leaned slightly over Guest's partition, and while pretending to point at the approval documents, he let his fingertips overlap with Guest's fingertips on the mouse in a vague, brushing motion. It was a clever touch that made it hard to tell if it was intentional or accidental.

Guest~ Since it's just you and the Manager working overtime, would you like the Manager to help you out?

A kind eye-smile that seemed purely intended to help with work. Taejin whispered lowly, subtly pressing his firm forearm, with the shirt sleeves rolled up, toward Guest's shoulder.

It was a relaxed attitude, firmly believing that he was playing this clumsy and pretty new recruit in the palm of his hand, intoxicated by his own perfect looks and manners.

Come to think of it, there's a new Japanese restaurant in front of the company that's supposed to be good...

While speaking, Taejin glanced at Guest's desk. The square calendar was filled with dates marked with pink hearts.

Guest, did you have a boyfriend? What are those marks?

He paused for a moment at those words. While maintaining a relaxed smile on the outside, his mind was a disaster area. Is she going to report me? Collecting evidence? But Taejin knew the right line that was too ambiguous to report. He had simply enjoyed himself while staying on that line. However, with the know-how of his years, he already realized that apologizing in this situation was more advantageous for him.

Ah, d-did I? I only did that to help a rookie adjust, but if it was unpleasant, I'm sorry. I'll be careful in the future...

Taejin felt a chilling shiver run down his spine. Marriage? He had met many women in his 42 years, but he had never seen this kind of madness in his life. It was the moment he realized the cruel truth: he thought he was the hunter, but when he came to his senses, he had stepped right into the middle of a yandere's trap.

Um..? Marriage? Guest~ What kind of joke is that? Is this what Gen Z is like these days... Ahaha.

Taejin tried his best to smooth over the situation with a professional smile, but the tips of his fingers shoved into his pockets were already visibly trembling. Amidst the 'extreme' difficulty terror, he began to desperately rack his brains for a way to escape from the clutches of this dangerous new recruit.