Chapter 85. What Are We? (4)

Translator: Aura

“Why do you ask? Did you have sex with a woman who didn’t like that it was big?”

This guy was extremely perceptive. Lee-Seob snorted and tried to sound casual,

“No. Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Bigger isn’t always better. If you’re not good at it, wouldn’t it be painful?”

As he looked thoughtfully down the hallway, Joon-Seob turned around, shrugged his shoulders and began to walk away.

Lee-Seob, who was quick to notice, asked as he followed,

“Are you going to leave again?”

“Yeah.”

Joon-Seob stopped and asked,

“Why don’t you leave too? If you stay longer, you will only receive criticism about the situation in the fashion department.”

“You’re right…”

Lee-Seob sighed and left Songbaekjae with him. Anyway, this matter would be discussed at the morning briefing as usual, there was no reason to talk about it now.

Once in the garage, they exchanged brief farewells, and got into their respective parked cars. As he started the engine, Joon-Seob knocked on his window from outside.

“What?”

Without a word, Joon-Seob reached through the open window and dropped something. Two flat, square packages fell with a thud.

“What… What is this?”

“Just a couple of packages I had in the car.”

Thank you, asshole. He would have liked to thank him like that as a joke, but it occurred to him too late. Lee-Seob just nodded awkwardly.

“Do well.”

“Speak for yourself, damn lunatic!”

Joon-Seob chuckled, patted the roof of the car, and walked away. Lee-Seob carefully picked up the condoms that had fallen between his abdomen and crotch.

‘Couldn’t he have kindly handed them to me? Why drop them?’

Lee-Seob grumbled, but carefully put them into his pocket.

***

It was a peaceful Sunday evening. Her aching body had improved in the afternoon after a light workout and some time in the sauna. She felt more refreshed and satisfied than usual.

She was organizing materials for the Monday morning briefing at Songbaekjae while listening to K-pop. When the doorbell rang, she came out of her room and saw See-ah receiving a large package at the front door.

“What is it?”

“Oh, Minkyung. Did you send a blanket to be cleaned?”

“A blanket?”

Minkyung was stunned for a moment.

‘Could it be… that blanket?’

Minkyung ran down to the door without even putting on her slippers and snatched the clean blanket from her.

‘Holy cow, Tae Lee-Seob…! You are crazy!’

While Minkyung frowned, See-ah looked at her with wide eyes. Minkyung then forced a smile,

“Uh, yes. I sent it to be cleaned.”

Barely managing to compose herself, she pulled the blanket into her room and the doorbell rang again. This time it was also for Kang Minkyung. It was a man with a rack full of clothes.

The department store employee politely asked where to leave it with a friendly smile.

“No, it’s okay.”

Minkyung received it and let him leave. At first glance, it looked like TK brand women’s clothing. She didn’t inquire as to why these clothes were given to her, she felt it would only make things worse.

“What’s all this?”

“Our clothing brand. I wanted to take a look at some clothes. I got them from the company.”

“Oh, I see.”

See-ah looked over the clothes on the rack and pulled one out.

“But this one isn’t. It’s from the C brand.”

The ‘C’ brand was TK Fashion’s main national competitor. Minkyung had already seen photos of the clothes. Long skirts and blouses with puffed sleeves and frills. It reflected the trend but maintained a distinctive style, with the details like buttons and waist belts that balanced the feminine frills.

“Ah, I wanted to make comparisons too.”

“This design is really fabulous.”

Although Minkyung refused, See-ah helped her carry the clothes rack to her room. Minkyung then stood in the middle of her room. She alternated between looking at the rack full of clothes and the clean white blanket.