Sounds from the Executive Director's Office
Today…
Throughout the entire afternoon at work, Sang-hyuk went through things he had never experienced before.
Female employees who normally treated him like he was invisible now stared blankly at him. Whenever he felt their gazes and turned around, they hurriedly looked away.
At first he found it puzzling, but he soon realized it was because of his changed appearance.
Women who could have finished all their copying in one go deliberately split the work into multiple trips, making the area around Sang-hyuk’s desk by the copier constantly busy.
A new female hire walking down the hallway stopped in her tracks and gazed at him in a daze; when Sang-hyuk looked back, she snapped out of it and fled in a hurry.
“Deputy Shin… you look different somehow today.”
A female employee from the neighboring team brought him coffee and asked. Her eyes were moist, and her voice was pitched a little higher than usual.
“Ah… yes… I got a haircut.”
When Sang-hyuk answered briefly and formally, then lowered his head again, she turned away with a disappointed look. She hadn’t gone more than a few steps before she glanced back once more.
The male colleagues were strange as well. Men who usually looked down on him and often shoulder-checked him in the hallway now watched his expression carefully and stepped aside whenever he passed.
It seemed to come from the intimidation of the difference in build.
When he measured his height on the InBody health machine in the employee lounge, it read exactly 187.5 cm.
He didn’t check his weight, but he estimated he was around 90 kg. Height and mass perfectly suited to overawing other men.
Even living in a civilized society, men as animals seemed never able to erase the fear of superior physique that had been handed down since primitive times.
Just as women, no matter how low their status or how poor they were, could never completely ignore a woman younger and prettier than themselves…
Social order often collapsed with surprising ease. When it did, the final bastion protecting oneself and one’s family was neither money nor power, but strong personal force and beauty.
Sang-hyuk felt it deep in his bones: the admiration for large-framed males and beautiful females had been strongly imprinted in humanity’s DNA through countless survival crises, and it still governed every human action.
The real headache was the women’s gazes.
Every female employee seemed to have gone cross-eyed.
They turned their faces elsewhere, yet their pupils kept chasing him.
“Damn it. At this rate I can’t even pick my nose properly.”
Sang-hyuk felt good and yet somewhat annoyed at the same time.
So this is the kind of gaze handsome guys live with every day.
A bitter smile rose to his lips.
Secretary Lee Yu-na was walking down the hallway with documents when she ran into Sang-hyuk.
She stopped mid-step and her eyes widened. Her lips parted slightly, and her gaze locked onto his face.
It was not her usual polished, cold expression. She looked dazed, as if something had possessed her.
“…Deputy Shin? You’re Deputy Shin from Management Support, right?”
“Yes, Secretary Lee. Is something the matter?”
“Ah… no, nothing.”
When Sang-hyuk answered, Lee Yu-na quickly shook her head and came back to herself. A faint flush colored her cheeks.
Clutching the documents to her chest, she hurried toward the elevator. The click of her high heels sounded a little faster than usual.
Around three in the afternoon, a text arrived from Yu-mi.
Sang-hyuk stared at the screen for a long time. Ordinarily he would have transferred the money at once. Now his fingers refused to move easily. The sense of betrayal rose again.
A moment later Yu-mi’s messages arrived one after another.
Sang-hyuk did not reply.
Yu-mi clearly had something to feel guilty about, yet she refused to acknowledge the feeling and wrapped it in irritation instead.
In the past, the moment Yu-mi got angry Sang-hyuk would have been the first to apologize and soothe her. Not anymore.
Texts and calls from Yu-mi poured in like rain.
He ignored them all.
Eight o’clock in the evening.
Most of the staff had already left; the office was quiet. Sang-hyuk was working overtime, finishing a backlog of reports. Only the glow of the monitor lit his face.
While he was putting together presentation materials, a strange sound reached his ears.
The sound of water flowing. And low, suppressed moans.
Sang-hyuk stopped his hands and listened carefully.
The sounds were coming from the executive director’s office two floors above, yet Sang-hyuk, still unaware that his hearing had become far more acute than any ordinary person’s, was simply confused.
Inside Song Hee-jun’s office on the seventeenth floor of Taesung Group…
Lee Yu-na was already bent over the sofa with her suit skirt hiked up.
Her hips were raised high, and the anal plug she had been wearing earlier had been pulled out and left on the table. The red cubic stones glittered under the light.
Executive Director Song held a prepared enema syringe in his hand.
“I told you I’d give you the enema myself this evening, didn’t I, honey.”
He spread one of Lee Yu-na’s buttocks with one hand and slowly pushed the long nozzle of the enema into her anus.
Lee Yu-na buried her face in the sofa and swallowed a moan.
“Nnngh… honey… Director…”
“Honey? Calling another man ‘honey’ when you already have a husband—does that make sense?”
When Song Hee-jun deliberately provoked her, Lee Yu-na flushed even deeper and answered.
“Haa… Director… you’re my real husband… uuh…”
“Well, a woman and a house both belong to the man who actually goes inside and fucks or lives there… heh heh.”
Song Hee-jun laughed vulgarly.
As the slick liquid began to fill her bowels, Lee Yu-na’s waist trembled faintly.
Her belly slowly swelled, and a soft ache spread through her lower abdomen.
She clenched her teeth and endured.
Song Hee-jun leisurely stroked her buttocks while waiting for every drop to go in.
“Hold it. Until it’s all in. If this proud little cum-dump of Executive Director Song can’t even take this much, what good are you?”
“Haa… I’ll hold it… honey…”
When the enema was empty he pulled the nozzle free and sealed her anus again with the anal plug.
Lee Yu-na clutched her bulging belly and panted hard.
Unable to bear it any longer, she began to stamp her feet.
“Honey… uuh, it’s coming out… please let me shit…”
“No. Hold it a little longer!”
Lee Yu-na’s face twisted ugly. Sweat beaded on her forehead.
Song Hee-jun was the second son of the Taesung Group chairman.
He was locked in a struggle with his older brother and younger sister for control of the company.
Perhaps because of the constant stress, sadistic tendencies toward weaker people—women, drivers—often surfaced in him.
Today that sadism was directed at Lee Yu-na.
He was the kind of man who felt pleasure watching someone weaker than himself suffer and beg.
He watched with open satisfaction as Lee Yu-na’s eyes filled with tears and she pleaded.
“Please let me shit… Master.”
“You can go now.”
After tormenting her for a long while, Song Hee-jun finally gave permission. Lee Yu-na clutched her buttocks and waddled urgently toward the bathroom.
When she returned to the sofa, Song Hee-jun already had his cock out.
“All right, now for the real thing. Spread that ass like a proper cum-dump wife!”
He made her bend over the desk again, then slowly pushed his cock into the sphincter that the plug and enema had already loosened.
Lee Yu-na let out a low moan and gripped the sheets. Thanks to the plug having opened her beforehand, the insertion went smoothly.
Hiiik… hiiiik—
The vivid foreign sensation striking her brain made her waist tremble.
Lee Yu-na seemed to have an especially sensitive anus.
“Haa… husband… honey’s… it’s all the way inside my back hole…”
Song Hee-jun gripped both of her buttocks and began to move his hips slowly.
Wet sounds filled the executive office.
Schlick, schlick…
“Aah! Please go easy… it feels like I’m shitting… uugh… so embarrassing.”
Every time her white buttocks slapped against his hips a light popping sound rang out.
Lee Yu-na was experiencing a three-part harmony of pleasure, shame, and pain while spreading her anus for her superior.
Song Hee-jun gradually increased his speed and drove deeper.
“For a married secretary you take it up the ass pretty well. Ever given your husband your back hole?”
“I’ve never even shown him my asshole… I gave my anal virginity to you, Director… uuh… honey’s cock feels so good… ahk, ahk.”
“Cum-dump bitch. Take every drop in that ass.”
“Yes… I’ll take all of Director’s cum… in my ass… haa!”
Song Hee-jun grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed his hips down even harder.
The more filthy words he spoke and the faster he moved, the higher Lee Yu-na’s moans rose.
“Fucking bitch, you’re squeezing so damn tight. Better than your husband’s, right?”
“It feels so good… my asshole is Director’s private cum-dump…”
“Leaving your husband at home and feeding another man’s cock to your back hole—you like that?”
“Uuh-huh. I love it… honey, do you like fucking another man’s wife’s ass?”
“Nnngh… yeah… huff… stealing another guy’s woman’s ass and fucking it tastes great!”
As climax approached, Song Hee-jun buried himself deep and came. Hot semen shot deep into her rectum; Lee Yu-na’s body shuddered as she moaned.
Song Hee-jun stayed inside her for a moment without pulling out. Lee Yu-na panted, her ass full of his cum.
Semen trickled down between her thighs.
“Good girl. Properly fucked you again today.”
Song Hee-jun spoke with satisfaction and gave her buttocks one last stroke.
They had no idea that someone was hearing every word of their conversation.
“That’s Song Hee-jun and Lee Yu-na’s voices, isn’t it?”
From two floors below, every single sound and word reached Shin Sang-hyuk’s ears with raw clarity.
It wasn’t only his appearance that had changed after the beads were inserted into his cock. His physical abilities had far surpassed those of a normal human. His heightened hearing was no exception.
“So the rumors about those two were true… wait, aren’t they both married?”
Sang-hyuk briefly lifted his head and looked toward the seventeenth floor.
Ah, whatever those two are doing is none of my business…
He saved the PowerPoint he had been working on, turned off the monitor, and stood up.
He powered on the phone he had switched off earlier.
Dozens of Instagram DMs, text messages, and missed calls from Yu-mi filled the screen.
He quietly deleted every one of them.
The overtime office was silent, only a few fluorescent lights still on.
The sounds from the executive director’s office had already faded.
After tidying his desk he walked to the elevator and pressed the button.
When the doors opened, someone was already standing inside.
It was Secretary Lee Yu-na, heading home after a thorough round of anal sex with Executive Director Song.
Her suit skirt was neatly pulled down again, yet heat still lingered on her face.
When her eyes met Sang-hyuk’s she looked slightly flustered.
“…Deputy Shin. You’re still here.”
“Ah! I had work piled up.”
Sang-hyuk stepped into the elevator and the doors closed. Only the two of them remained in the narrow space.
A faint trace of Lee Yu-na’s perfume drifted in the air. In the past the dazzling beauty of Lee Yu-na would have made the old Sang-hyuk look away first; now it was different.
He slowly studied her face.
Lee Yu-na, one of the three great beauties of Taesung Group…
Around 173 cm tall, she had once worked as a flight attendant before joining the company, and the lines of her body were spectacular.
Even though she was married, she overflowed with sensuality and still possessed the figure of a woman in her mid-twenties.
Compared to her, his fiancée Kim Yu-mi didn’t even rank as a beauty.
In the old days he would never have been able to meet the haughty gaze of Lee Yu-na properly; now he stared straight into her eyes for a full ten seconds.
Lee Yu-na did not look away either.
Sang-hyuk offered a soft, slightly awkward smile.
The thought floated through his mind: I wish a woman like this were my lover.
In that instant the beads inside his cock throbbed hard.
Sang-hyuk felt as though his gaze were being sucked into Lee Yu-na’s eyes.
His consciousness slipped through her pupils, rode her nerves, and climbed into her brain.
Lee Yu-na’s pupils trembled faintly, then began to lose focus.
Her lips parted; her breathing quickened.
Her face flushed crimson; the usual cold, proud demeanor vanished.
Instead she looked as if something had taken hold of her—lips parted, eyes vacant.
Her hazy, wet gaze turned toward Sang-hyuk.
“Ah… ah… Deputy Shin…”
Her voice was different from usual—weak and faintly trembling.
What’s wrong with this woman? Is she sick?
Sang-hyuk felt something was off about Lee Yu-na and grew flustered.
Then a low, resonant male voice echoed inside his head.
“That woman is now yours.”
“Hah— What the hell is that voice?”
Sang-hyuk had heard it before.
Count Valentine, the man he had seen in last night’s dream…
Lee Yu-na leaned back against the elevator wall, staring at Sang-hyuk with unfocused eyes.
As if waiting for the next command.
There were still many floors left before the doors would open.
(To be continued)