008. Tribulations (13)
The morning sunlight poured into the office. With only three days left until the open beta, the atmosphere was quite tense and barren, but Han Yu-ra was lost in a daydream. It was because of the intense experience she'd shared with Im Seong-u the night before.
I... I guess I have those tendencies.
It hadn't taken her long to recognize it. Yu-ra felt embarrassed. Right after drinking just enough alcohol to feel good. When Im Seong-u grabbed her wrist, she couldn't resist at all and let herself be dragged along. Led by the hand of the man she liked, gripped so tightly it left red marks.
And just like that, she was locked in the public restroom.
He'd asked if she didn't want to.
"Last chance. If you really don't want it, we won't."
She couldn't give a clear answer. No, instead, she'd begged in reverse.
"N-no... I mean... there's probably no surveillance camera... "
It was practically the same as saying she wanted to be ravished.
At those words, Im Seong-u chuckled shortly and replied, looking down at her with a firm expression that treated her as beneath him.
"You're such a slut."
Yu-ra was annoyed, but a little thrilled too.
My heart was pounding.
A public restroom is a dirty place. Filthy, cold, far from comfortable. Even though it was in the city center and didn't smell bad, it was still a vulgar spot for handling bodily waste— no different in that regard. A place where people pull out their dicks and piss in the toilet. To kneel naked there and service him? She, who had grown up in a proper family, hated the idea. There was a threshold for how she wanted to be treated as a woman, and the mere thought of being handled roughly in such a place wounded her pride.
But conversely, she felt her heart race at the situation. Completely degraded as a human. Wearing only white lingerie, leaking pussy juices in a public restroom like that, begging submissively to a male to be fucked. The thought of falling so low, degraded and crushed by pleasure and pain, begging for mercy... it thrilled her quite a bit. Chilling, but exhilarating.
And the actual experience had brought immense satisfaction.
Haa... how did I end up like this?
Now she had to admit it. She'd developed a submissive streak, craving domination.
When he slapped her cheek. The burning pain mixed with a hint of fear made her heart pound. Or when she was bent over, taking as many spanks on the ass as he wanted, apologizing for her wrongs and moaning— Yu-ra's heart raced then too.
And he's weirdly skilled at it.
He wasn't some idiot who slapped with full force. He hit just hard enough not to leave marks or scars. Not so hard that fear overwhelmed her lust, nor so lightly that she'd look down on him. Each time, her pride crumbled in chunks, humiliation surging, but...
...
Sometimes she wanted to beg him to hit harder.
I'm the CEO.
Yu-ra felt ashamed. In the company, she had to hold her head high with dignity. But at night, when Im Seong-u took the reins, she lost her mind. Offering her precious cheek for his lowbrow pleasure made her happy, and having her precious hole that might get her pregnant stretched wide, his cock thrusting sadistically to her womb's end, felt like dying of bliss.
Guess marriage is off the table now.
Yu-ra felt a bit downcast. Anyway, that was how it was. Even in her fertile period. No, maybe because of it? The moment she recalled Shin Na-young's gaze, Yu-ra desperately wanted to hold Im Seong-u tight. Na-young's jealousy had driven her mad too. The desire to claim him first burned like flames in her gut.
...Especially thinking I might actually get pregnant.
Forced to receive his seed in a place like a public restroom, impregnated— the thought made her incredibly horny. Han Yu-ra blushed.
I'm too slutty.
She probably hadn't gotten pregnant. The odds were low even with creampie. But imagination was a thing. What if she did? Carrying Im Seong-u's child, leaking milk from her breasts to raise it...
That's too embarrassing.
She liked Im Seong-u. She wasn't sure if it was love yet... but pregnancy was still a bit much, right?
Don't think about this stuff.
She was a businesswoman first and foremost. Realistically, only two days left until open beta. She had to take responsibility for the company's project. She couldn't waste time on fantasies.
"Na-young-ssi. Any issues with the testing from earlier?"
She tossed the question at Shin Na-young like sending an SCV to scout the enemy's main base.
Shin Na-young glared at Han Yu-ra with cold, hardened eyes.
Pfft...
Her perfectly straight, rigid posture was comical. Yu-ra hadn't meant to gloat, but she couldn't hide her confidence as a woman.
Na-young-ssi... you know? I almost got pregnant yesterday.
"Yes. About 70% of the test cases you gave are done."
Fortunately, neither Shin Na-young nor Han Yu-ra mixed personal feelings into work. Yu-ra kept up her lewd fantasies but always finished her tasks, even pulling all-nighters. Na-young was sharp and competent too.
"Good work. Let's push through until the open beta end date."
"Th-thank... you..."
Shin Na-young growled her response. Han Yu-ra felt immense triumph.
Back to work.
With satisfaction gained, no need to dwell. She quickly cleared her mind and dove into work.
...
Lunchtime. As director, Im Seong-u usually ate with everyone, but Shin Na-young gritted her teeth and stole him away.
"Director Seong-u and I have important business today, President."
"Oh, okay. You two enjoy your meal."
Han Yu-ra's smiling eyes especially pissed her off. That Buddha-like bitch. Satisfied after one fuck? Treating him like a caught fish?
Shin Na-young couldn't stand those narrowed eyes looking down slightly from her massive tits.
If only... if she were ugly, I'd hate Im Seong-u.
Even as a woman, Han Yu-ra had an alluring figure. No, violently so. A body that violently demanded, You won't fuck this? Sexy enough to make even women want to touch. How could a man resist?
That's why she had to interrogate Im Seong-u like this.
"Im Seong-u."
"Yeah?"
The company rooftop. She felt the wind fluttering the hem of his jacket. Shin Na-young clenched her teeth.
How can you be so casual? You human?
No matter how much she hated that dickhead enemy, how couldn't he hold out one day?
She glared at the handsome, well-built Im Seong-u, anger boiling.
"Be honest. What did you do with President Han yesterday?"
She deliberately called her "President Han," dripping icicles.
Im Seong-u met her eyes and said,
"Yesterday... I drank with President Han."
"Yeah. And?"
Im Seong-u's lips twitched.
"And... we had sex."
"..."
But his brazenness left her too stunned to even get mad.
Is this for real...?
"You... how can you be so shameless?"
"Hm..."
"Shouldn't you at least apologize?"
Shin Na-young grabbed his shoulders in rage and shook him back and forth. His handsome face wobbled. He gave a playful smile and said,
"Sorry."
Before that overwhelming apology, Shin Na-young's mouth formed an O. Her mind reeled.
"I'm sorry."
Im Seong-u sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. Shin Na-young couldn't even cry or get mad— frozen like a game character stunned for three seconds.
Oh...
"You... you bastard. Can't even keep a promise to the girl you like? And what? Sorry?"
"It's all my fault."
"Then fuck you and your dick's fault! Seong-u!!!"
"Shh. Voice too loud. Na-young-ah."
She glanced around, lowering her voice.
"You fucking bastard, Seong-u! How can a person do that?"
Shin Na-young raged, then gripped the railing with both hands. She turned to Im Seong-u.
"Im Seong-u. Tell me."
"...Uh, yeah?"
"How'd you do it?"
Her eyes sharpened like blades. Then she said,
"Confess. How it went down."
"You might get hurt hearing it."
"Shut up and spill if I say spill."
With her military experience, Shin Na-young spoke like a senior, and Im Seong-u relented.
...
I sighed and told her. Thick guilt weighed on me. I'd tried a Sorry joke to lighten the mood, but Shin Na-young didn't laugh. A bit embarrassing.
Haa... don't be like this. If I live so shamelessly, I'll end up like Kim A-ram.
I spoke as sincerely as possible, begging forgiveness.
"At first, it was just the booze."
"..."
"But... drinking with Han Yu-ra, I got hard. That's it."
"..."
Shin Na-young ground her teeth.
"Yeah, you'd get hard. That huge rack— how could you not?"
Her words stabbed my chest like knives. But I endured. She might be hurt worse.
"So? Tell me."
"So in the izakaya, I told Yu— er, President Han to suck it."
Saying it out loud spiked the depravity. I usually used honorifics, but Han Yu-ra is the president. Someone I should always call President Han. But ordering her to suck? Utterly immoral.
Shin Na-young's face twisted angrily.
"But I couldn't cum. First time outdoor play, maybe?"
"You're describing it in such fucking detail, Seong-u."
"Should I stop?"
"Keep. Going."
"No matter how hard Presi— Han tried sucking, no cum, so we moved spots. But problem."
"..."
"Drunk, can't drive, and no motels nearby."
"Wow~ Big trouble, huh? Real big trouble."
Shin Na-young moved to jump off the railing, so I hugged her from behind.
"So... we did it in the public restroom."
"For real?"
"..."
"You animals? Gotta satisfy your lust no matter what?"
Like a scolded kid, I stared down at Pangyo below without a word. Office workers crawled like ants.
"Continue."
"You sure?"
Han Yu-ra's privacy, and my own shame. But my 10-year childhood friend showed no mercy.
"Yeah."
"Uh... just so you know, don't spread this. It's a crime."
She exploded again.
"You think I'd blab? Seong-u? Do I look like Kim A-ram?"
No choice, I continued.
"Entered the public restroom with Han Yu-ra, ordered her to strip. First, President Han knelt and sucked my dick— er, gave me a blowjob."
"Ugh... urgh... and?"
At "gave me," Shin Na-young looked half-dead.
"Then... just the tip at first, and President Han climbed on top. 'Cause it's her fertile period."
"Oh sure. Fuck. Planned to knock her up, huh."
"Started with facing each other. No kiss."
"Why mention no kiss? Think that absolves you?"
"No, hear me out. Anyway, ended up full insertion..."
Shin Na-young tried to die. Kept lunging for the railing; I barely stopped her. Holding her, I said,
"Then from behind."
"...Ah, so you shoved your meat rod all the way into President Han's wet pussy? Her hands on the white toilet lid, ass up, and you pounded? Right? Creampie?"
"No... on her ass..."
Now I felt shame too. Couldn't continue, so I looked up at the sky.
Aah...
The sky was so blue. Wispy clouds floated leisurely. Such a warm, peaceful spring afternoon.
"Enough."
Shin Na-young turned coldly.
"You..."
My heart pounded. I knew I'd done wrong. To Shin Na-young, and maybe Han Yu-ra. But a bit aggrieved. Not dating either exclusively, right?
This is too unfair.
But her words were unexpected.
"Do the same to me."
"...W-what?"
"You won't tell me to get an abortion if I get pregnant, right? If you're human."
"Na-young-ah."
"Hey."
She stared straight into my eyes. Cheeks flushed red, but gaze firm.
"Creampie me. During my fertile period. Like that bitch Han Yu-ra."