Secret Seduction
While sucking on Lee Dae-woo’s chest and neck, his wife let out muffled moans. Oh Yoo-ri, who had been stroking his cock and eagerly sucking on his tongue, stirred up a confusing mix of anticipation and fear in Kim Su-heon. Shaking his head as if to dispel the sticky video of Lee Dae-woo and his wife from his mind, he stood up.
“Whew, what’s wrong with me today? It’s only morning.”
Kim Su-heon trudged toward the smoking area. “Yes, unnie. She said she’s running late and heading straight home after work.” “What about Mei?” “Her car’s at the office, but I don’t feel like driving. I’ll just go straight home too.” “Then what about tomorrow?” “I saw unnie’s car spot was empty earlier. Hehe, give me a ride, okay? See you tomorrow.” “Ah, alright then.”
After hanging up with Do Mei, Oh Yoo-ri glanced at the clock and stood. It was six in the evening. “Hey, Assistant Kim, let’s grab a drink.” “I’m a bit busy. Good work today.” “Y-you, Section Chief Lee.” “I have a memorial service tonight.”
The office buzzed with the usual end-of-day noise, but it emptied out in no time. One by one, the lights went off under Oh Yoo-ri’s touch. After turning off the last light in the president’s office, she turned to leave. “Hm?” She spun back around and looked toward the window. It was wide open. Walking over, she closed it, shutting out the city noise and wrapping the room in silence. The vibrant lights outside now felt like they belonged to an entirely different world from the office.
Instead of lowering the blinds, Oh Yoo-ri stared at the view for a long moment. She quietly turned Hyun-soo’s chair and sank into it. The space was eerily quiet compared to the dazzling lights outside. Enjoying the rare peace, she leaned back and closed her eyes. But the calm didn’t last. The fear that had been following her lately crept back in. She had forced Ko Yoo-mi into their home even though the other woman had refused. Was it because she wanted confirmation? Confirmation of what had happened between her husband and Ko Yoo-mi—whether it was rape or something else, it had still been sex.
That morning, Oh Yoo-ri couldn’t shake the strange feeling between Kim Su-heon and Ko Yoo-mi. It felt artificial, awkward. A few days ago, on the night her husband and Ko Yoo-mi had gone to that party together, she had sensed another woman’s scent on his cock. Desperate to deny it, to erase it, she had licked and sucked him obsessively until every trace was gone. And when she saw her husband’s eyes as he carried the drunk Ko Yoo-mi, something had stirred inside her.
That same day, she had let Lee Dae-woo suck and grope both of her breasts. In the house where her husband and daughter lived, when his fingers plunged into her pussy, she had drenched them with her juices. The sensations from that day now flooded her mind, pushing aside her worries about her husband and Ko Yoo-mi. Her thighs, wrapped in black stockings, rubbed together. Her white fingers undid the buttons of her blouse. As if trying to recapture the feeling Lee Dae-woo had given her, she squeezed her own breasts. Her panties grew damp. Remembering the young man who had groped and sucked every inch of her at the club, her hand slipped inside her panties.
Her hips lifted higher and higher. “Hngh, ahh, hngh… what do I do… hah, ahh, hngh…” The young man stood behind her, kneading her swollen breasts while his hard cock pressed against her ass. He pushed her panties aside and thrust into her pussy. Her fingers moved faster, soaking her panties even more. The wet, squelching sounds echoed through the silent office, mixing with the married woman’s ragged breaths.
Her fingers, which had been roughly squeezing her breasts, now rolled over her hardened nipples. “Ahh, what do I do… ahh, I… today… hngh, hah…” As she fingered herself, lost in pleasure, she suddenly heard heavy breathing behind her—the excited panting of a male. The man who had been embracing her from behind climbed on top of her and drove his cock into her wet pussy.
“Aang, haang, President… aang, hngh, Hyun-soo…” In the car, Hyun-soo’s tongue had licked and thrust into her body with wild intensity before plunging into her mouth. Her head tilted back further, her hips rising into the air. “Haang, aang, hngh, fuck me… ahh, hngh, Hyun-soo, Hyun-soo… no, ah, ah, aaaah!”
Her lifted hips began to convulse violently. Squeezing her nipples hard enough to hurt, Oh Yoo-ri trembled through her orgasm. The president’s office filled with the lewd cries of a ripe married woman. Slowly, her hips lowered, still twitching with aftershocks. The chair was soaked with sweat and her juices. On top of it lay the panting, half-naked woman, her breasts exposed. Her moans gradually faded as her hands gently caressed her own body.
The office was hot and stuffy. Her sweat-slicked, voluptuous body glistened under the bright lights. “Mei, that file I mentioned during the meeting isn’t here.” “Oh, President, I already told you—it’s on your desk. You didn’t bring it with you.” “Ah, right. I heard you just now. Haha, sorry, Mei.” “It’s fine. It’s not the first time. I should’ve reminded you.” “Haha, you’re not upset, are you?” “Of course not. Hehe. If it’s urgent, should I bring it to you?” “No, no. I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Yes, President. Bye~”
Hyun-soo tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and turned his car around, heading back to the office instead of his original destination. He had an important dinner meeting, but he kept checking his watch as he rushed inside. The office was pitch black. Moving confidently through the darkness, he headed straight for the president’s office. When he opened the door, he froze.
The air was thick and hot. A woman’s soft moans drifted through the room. His eyes focused on the figure in his chair. A married woman was writhing on it, her body illuminated by the city lights outside, her skin glistening as if oiled. Her waist swayed wildly, head thrown back. Sticky moans escaped her lips—and then his own name slipped out.
Hyun-soo stood there, dazed, watching the woman convulse while calling his name. Her cries grew louder before suddenly quieting, and her body slumped limply over the chair. At that same moment, another car was speeding toward the company. Kim Su-heon, feeling strangely anxious—perhaps because of Lee Dae-woo’s call earlier—was heading to Oh Yoo-ri’s office, driven by a primal instinct to check on his mate. He pressed harder on the accelerator.
After some time, Oh Yoo-ri slowly sat up. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes to find a large shadow looming over her. The man’s silhouette blocked the bright lights, and her breath caught in her throat. Hyun-soo’s eyes gleamed as he looked down at her like he wanted to devour her. Before him lay the lewd, curvaceous body of the married woman. Her tight red suit was wrinkled and disheveled. Her skirt was hiked up, revealing firm thighs. Her jacket and blouse were open, exposing her full breasts.
“Who’s there?” Her voice trembled badly. Fear. “Yoo-ri.” Hyun-soo’s low, rough voice came with heavy breathing. His voice was shaking too. For a brief moment, Oh Yoo-ri let out a sigh of relief. Then shame washed over her entire body. “Ah, what do I do… what do I do…” Her mind went blank as she froze like a paused video. Hyun-soo’s lips crashed down on hers. His strong arms wrapped around her waist. She desperately tried to resist, turning her head away. “President, mmph, mmph, President, hngh, mmph, Hyun-soo, mmph, mmph, wait, Hyun-soo.”
It was an instinctive, primal defense, but it only excited the aroused male even more. With a sharp rip, the buttons of her silk blouse flew off in all directions. She twisted away, trying to cover her chest, but Hyun-soo pushed her against the desk and tore off her panties, which had been caught around her thighs. “Hyun-soo, wait, Hyun-soo, just a—hngh!”
In an instant, his hard, burning cock plunged into her pussy. Despite her protests, her soaked folds accepted him easily. He buried himself to the hilt and roughly squeezed her breasts. The sensation of his cock buried deep inside her sent a jolt of pleasure through her entire body. It felt like he was perfectly scratching an itch she hadn’t been able to reach. Her upper body slowly collapsed onto the desk. Her skirt rolled up further under his hands. She felt the cold metal of his belt buckle and the soft silk of his shirt against her plump ass.
“Yoo-ri.” He growled her name, his breathing ragged. She gave no response. Her jacket and blouse were pushed up high, revealing the smooth curve of her waist and hips glistening under the lights. Gripping her hips, Hyun-soo slowly pulled his cock out from deep inside her. “Hngh.”