Becoming Company President and Receiving the Secretary's Service - 2

Realizing I had to play the role of president all day, my mind started spinning fast. For starters, in a pinch, I rushed to the janitor—who knew the company operations suspiciously well—and begged for his help. He was flustered but somehow pointed me in the right direction for the decisions I needed to make.

But contrary to my fears, there wasn't much for me to do as president. I just stamped the approval documents that came my way like some kind of machine, thwack thwack, then zoned out—and that was plenty.

But that wasn't the end of it.

"President, allow me to escort you to today's meeting venue."

"Huh?"

My secretary, Han Seohee, had already changed out of her cum-stained skirt into tight black dress pants. I was shaking like a leaf as I climbed into the car she was driving, heading to the meeting spot.

"Oh, President In, you're here? Good to see you again—hope the president gig is treating you well?"

The client president greeted me with a hearty laugh. I hadn't really done any work. We just had a meal at a fancy-looking Korean restaurant specializing in limited-course sets, then immediately hit the golf course. No real business talk came up. Just him bragging about his kids a bit.

Golf was a first for me, so I was a little thrown off, but everyone else—the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠other players, the caddies—took good care of me. It wasn't so fun I'd want to do it again, but it wasn't unpleasant either.

"Today's schedule is fully complete. Shall we head straight back to the company?"

"Yeah, let's do that. Once we get there, you go ahead and clock out to rest."

"That's—"

"Weren't you my secretary today? I'll head home the second we arrive too, so you do the same."

"...Understood."

I'd been wrong to think the hypnosis would lift only after the full day ended. Seeing the status window floating there with something like 'Intercourse Status: No' made it clear—I'd need to have sex once to secure control over this hypnosis.

Still, I had no intention of embracing her more than necessary.

...

If sex was inevitable anyway, I wouldn't hesitate. I couldn't deny that I was enjoying it. With the villain, with the cafe manager, with Han Seohee.

But if I embraced her here, even the excuse of "to break the hypnosis" would vanish. It'd just be me satisfying my lust with a woman forced to come to me by hypnosis. I didn't want that.

"Understood."

She looked at me with a voice dripping in regret.

"I'll finish packing up and we'll head out right away."

"Yeah, okay."

As I moved to get in the car, I froze on the spot, mesmerized by Han Seohee bent over, organizing the trunk. It was so similar to that morning—her gripping the desk, ass thrust toward me.

So that's what it looked like...

No bare skin since it wasn't a skirt, but the tight pants outlined her ass perfectly. Instead of a hiked-up skirt covering her back, I could admire the smooth line of her spine.

Damn, that's nice...

I felt a bit sleazy, but I'd held back plenty already. Couldn't I allow myself this much freedom?

Lost in that thought, I didn't notice the car approaching from the side. Of course, it didn't hit me. I just stumbled forward a few steps in surprise. And my dick—which had been leering at Han Seohee's curves just moments ago, trapped in my pants and inevitably hardening—

"Urgh!"

naturally slid right into the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cleft of her ass, which was pointed my way.

She didn't change position. I could feel her gripping the trunk tight, trembling.

The car passed by.

"Uh, sorry. Wasn't on purpose."

I backed off with an awkward grin.

"No, sir. If anything, I'm sorry. I should have noticed how backed up you were, President."

"...Forget it. Let's just go."

She gazed at me with sad eyes.

"President, could you reconsider—just once?"

"Reconsider what?"

"I'm your secretary. My duty is to assist with your work and relieve your sexual needs. Your lust is still pent up, so I must fulfill my duty."

"You don't have to be so strict about it."

I tried to brush it off like "all good things should stay good," but she shook her head.

"I can't."

Thinking back, it was always like this. Whenever I'd slack off with a "this should be fine, right?", she'd scold me with those cold, stern eyes.

"I'm truly grateful you worry about my fatigue, President. But I can't neglect my duties because of it. Nor can you."

"This is—"

"An erection means arousal. It could impair rational judgment. Relieving it with your secretary's body ensures clear decisions—that's part of your job."

It sounded insane, but coming from Han Seohee, it weirdly made sense. Does it...?

No, what the hell. You can't just fuck your secretary over that.

"So please, relieve your lust through me as quickly as possible."

"Won't that be tough on you?"

"Of course it will. My legs are still shaking, and my pussy aches."

"Then—"

"But if I shirk my duties just because I'm hurting... I couldn't face Senior Jisang, who trained me so strictly."

Even under hypnosis, she hadn't changed. Faithful to her role, striving to be upright. It was hot. Seeing that proud, unhesitating face utter words like "lust relief" without a shred of shame.

"...Fine."

I decided. At this point, I'd have to fuck her.

I knew how vicious and cruel Han Seohee could get when "others fell short of her standards." She stayed a "driven, nitpicky employee" instead of a "psycho bitch" only because those standards were reasonable and her heart wasn't rotten. But that tenacity was no joke.

If even when others fell short she was like that—what if she thought she fell short? No need to imagine.

"Let's do it."

"Thank you!"

And with that, I felt the danger of my power anew. Really, anything could happen. I needed solid countermeasures.

...Sorry, Senior Han Seohee.

A woman who seemed so self-disciplined, rational, unbreakable—reduced to this by one hypnosis. Witae and the cafe manager were strangers to me. But Han Seohee was someone I knew, so I could feel it.

My hypnosis wasn't just making "sex doll slaves ready to be fucked by me." It mercilessly tore apart and twisted a living person's personality—built from years of experience and learning—reshaping them "into a form I could fuck."

I had to stop it. Even if it meant putting my own safety second.

Like her now, I had to fulfill my duty. As a human.

"Get us a motel."

"I'll find the nearest one. Overnight or day-use?"

"No overtime—day-use."

"Got it! And, um, if my words just now seemed overstepping—"

"It's fine. You see how horny I am? Just book the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠damn motel."

"Yes, sir!"

She booked a nearby motel in seconds, and we were inside just like that.

I showered first, then waited on the bed for her to finish.

"...?"

The curtain over the shower slid open. Looked like some button controlled it.

She froze for a second, then shyly but thoroughly washed her body while I watched.

The moment Han Seohee emerged, I asked her about it.

"Did you show me your shower on purpose?"

"N-no, not intentionally. But leaving the curtain open after... that was deliberate."

"You said you'd relieve my lust? That just gave me more stray thoughts."

"Since you're going to vent it on my body anyway, wouldn't it be better to build it up fully and dump it all inside me?"

"...Damn, that's good."

"Thank you."

Did she even register she was naked? She bowed 90 degrees in sincere gratitude. The bow was crisp, but sadly, her braless tits couldn't keep up—they jiggled mercilessly as her torso dipped and rose.

Just today... just today...

Probably the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠last day I'd fuck Han Seohee—or use this power at all, if possible.

But since I'd decided to fuck her anyway, no reason to hold back. Better to give her the rough, satisfying ride she'd feel accomplished about.

Without a word from me, she naturally braced against the wall in doggy position.

...Getting used to this?

Our first time was like this, and in the parking lot, she'd rubbed her ass on my dick this way too. Short time, but it felt like I'd tamed her.

Of course, no need for that position here. Unlike the office, there was a soft bed; the parking lot thing was an accident.

But with that perfect ass and sleek legs in front of me, no need to demand otherwise.

I gripped her waist, prodding her pussy with my cockhead.

"Eek! U-uh... sorry."

"Bound to startle. But you're already wet?"

"Thinking of you raping me... it gets wet on its own."

"Thanks."

Brimming with dark intent, I groped her body everywhere—belly, waist, ass, thighs, calves.

"Hngh..."

I kneaded her sensitive spots, savoring her reactions. Watching cold, strict Han Seohee's face melt in pleasure.

Then I slammed my cock inside her.

"Haaaaah!"

Fucking her clothed had that "defiling the secretary" thrill, but stripping her bare had its own appeal. The feel of my dick piercing her pussy, balls slapping her crotch—not bad at all.

"Hngh, urgh, hnngh, heek, ugh..."

She stifled moans like she was about to pass out, taking my cock.

"Pres- hngh, ident..."

"Relax. Accept the pleasure."

I lightly smacked her ass, slap slap.

But Han Seohee had no intention of complying.

"I can't. My- hngh, duty is to satisfy you—"

"Then do it like that."

I thrust deeper into her resistant pussy.

"Haaaaaaaah!!!"

And so we fucked. In that motel, until she could say "duty fulfilled" with satisfaction.

Since gaining my power, my stamina hadn't waned easily, and Han Seohee showed no signs of backing off from my standing cock.

Quite a long time passed.