"Eggplant." Koo stared at the handwritten note taped to her fridge. "Why the hell did I buy eggplant?" She shrugged, tossing the grocery list aside. Her tiny apartment smelled like cheap perfume and yesterday's ramen.

She rummaged through her closet, hangers screeching. "Too boring... too plain..." Koo muttered, rejecting another blazer. Finally, she pulled out a scandalously tight pencil skirt and a sheer blouse barely containing her chest. "Perfect," she giggled, wiggling into them. Her reflection showed every curve straining against the fabric.

Outside Kim Enterprises, glass towers stabbed the sky. Men in suits froze as Koo strutted past, stilettos clicking like gunshots. One dropped his coffee. "Damn," he whispered, staring at her swaying hips. She ignored them, adjusting her neckline lower. "Gotta make an impression," she whispered to herself.

Inside the interview room, Taehyung Kim’s pen halted mid-signature. His eyes dragged up from Koo’s exposed cleavage to her smirking lips. "Your resume says you... organize efficiently." He leaned back, voice tight. Koo crossed her legs slowly, skirt riding up her thigh. "Oh, I handle everything hands-on, Mr. Kim," she purred. He cleared his throat, knuckles white around his pen. "And your... availability?"

"24/7," she breathed, leaning forward. Her blouse gaped open. Taehyung’s gaze flickered down, then snapped away. "You’re hired." Koo squealed, bouncing in her seat. Her skirt ripped slightly at the seam. "Really? Oh my god, thank you!" She clapped, breasts jiggling visibly. Taehyung stared at his desk, jaw clenched. "HR will... email details."

Koo practically skipped out, nearly tripping in her heels. "Best day ever!" she chirped to the stunned receptionist. Outside, she did a little victory shake, skirt hiking higher. A passing taxi honked. She didn’t care.

Inside Taehyung’s office, he stared at the door long after she left. "What the hell was that?" he muttered, loosening his tie. His phone buzzed—his CFO. He ignored it, rubbing his temples. The lingering scent of her cheap, cloying perfume filled the room. His pen snapped under his grip. Plastic shards scattered across the mahogany desk.

The next morning, Koo arrived early. Her new outfit was even tighter: a neon pink micro-skirt and a plunging silver top. Security guards stared openly. "Morning!" she sang, oblivious. Elevator doors opened to reveal Taehyung mid-conversation with his stern-faced assistant, Mrs. Park. Both froze. Koo beamed. "Reporting for duty, Mr. Kim!"

Taehyung’s jaw tightened. "Mrs. Park, show her... the filing system." Mrs. Park sniffed. "Follow me." Koo bounced behind her. "Ooh, so many folders!" she giggled, leaning over a low cabinet. Her skirt rode up, revealing the edge of pink lace panties. Mrs. Park coughed sharply. "Professionalism is expected here."

Koo pouted. "But I am professional! See?" She grabbed a stack of papers, pressing them against her chest. The thin fabric strained. Taehyung appeared in the doorway, eyes dark. "Mrs. Park. My coffee. Now." His assistant scurried away. Koo tilted her head. "Need anything else, Mr. Kim?"

He stepped closer, voice low. "That shirt violates dress code." She blinked innocently. "But it’s designer! Want to check the label?" Her fingers brushed the plunging neckline. Taehyung’s gaze dropped for a split second before snapping back to her face. "...Just cover up."

At lunch, Koo squeezed into the crowded elevator. "Oops!" she gasped as the doors closed, her ass pressing against Taehyung’s thigh. He stiffened. She glanced over her shoulder. "Sorry, boss! It’s so cramped..." Her hips shifted deliberately. A bead of sweat trailed down his temple.

Back at her desk, Koo answered calls in a sugary voice. "Kim Enterprises, how may I—? Oh, Mr. Kim!" Taehyung stood before her, holding a thick folder. "File these." He dropped it onto her desk with a thud. Koo leaned forward eagerly, her silver top gaping dangerously. "Right away! Should I organize them by date or...?" Her fingertip traced the folder’s edge. Taehyung’s eyes flickered to her cleavage. "Alphabetically." He turned sharply, but not before Koo caught the flush creeping up his neck.

During a meeting, Koo brought coffee. Taehyung’s CFO paused mid-sentence as she bent low to place the cup before him, her neon skirt riding up her thighs. "Cream or sugar, sir?" she whispered. Taehyung’s knuckles whitened on his pen. "Leave," he ordered. Koo pouted but sauntered out, hips swinging. The CFO chuckled. "Quite the assistant you’ve got, Taehyung." Taehyung glared. "Finish the report."

Later, Koo "accidentally" spilled water near Taehyung’s office. She knelt to wipe it up, skirt straining against her round ass. Taehyung stepped out, freezing at the sight. Koo glanced up, biting her lip. "So slippery here! Mind holding my arm while I stand?" She reached out. Taehyung ignored her hand, jaw clenched. "Get a mop." He strode past, brushing against her shoulder. Koo grinned, inhaling his expensive cologne. "Yes, boss!"

Mrs. Park cornered Koo by the copier. "This isn’t a nightclub," she hissed, eyeing Koo’s see-through blouse. Koo giggled, loading paper. "Mr. Kim hasn’t complained!" She deliberately pressed the copy button, the machine whirring as she bent forward. Mrs. Park’s eyes widened. "You’re—" Koo winked. "Efficient?" She handed Ms. Park a warm sheet, fingers grazing hers. "Don’t worry. I know exactly what I’m doing."