She was startled by my actions, but being a professional, she did not make a commotion out of it.
Instead, she smiled and tried to slowly pull her hands away, but I did not let go. In my current appearance as a middle-aged man, I must have looked quite creepy .
I didn't mean to offend this Joon guy, but he resembled those typical office characters you see in movies—the not-so-handsome ones who act all arrogant and bigshot. You know, the kind of guy who's probably a secret pervert, always taking a sneak peek at his subordinates.
He looked like he walked straight out of a cliché corporate drama, playing the role of the annoying side character rather than the leading man.
Realizing that I wasn't letting go, she glanced at my companions, hoping they would intervene.
However, everyone was ignoring her.
How could she expect any help when they were all under my control?
