Making Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong My Slave (8)
"Sihyun, you must be wearing some really nice perfume. It smells amazing. What brand is it?"
"You like the scent? It's a limited edition—pretty hard to get. Want to smell it up close?"
Sihyun held out his pale, elegant wrist to me.
I brought my nose to that white wrist and drew in a deep breath, as if inhaling ecstasy itself.
Haaaahhh.........
The impulse surging through my pussy was even more intense, more overwhelming than when I'd actually done ecstasy.
My pussy had started taking over my brain.
My sexual desire was running wild to a degree that even shocked me.
Without realizing it, I grabbed Sihyun's pale, delicate wrist and began licking it with my tongue.
Slurp, slurp.....
Then I held that fine wrist in one hand and sucked on it hard with my tongue.
Schluuurp.......
"Wh-what are you doing, Manager Dajeong?!"
Sihyun, flustered, shook his wrist hard and pulled free of my lips.
"Sihyun... I'm not feeling right. My body's burning up, and I'm breaking out in a cold sweat. Could you... help me out a little? Haaah."
I looked at him while obscenely caressing my own breasts and private parts.
What I was feeling right now wasn't the kind of lust I could take care of alone.
I desperately needed the help of Sihyun's thick, massive cock.
"Haaah.... Ahhhnnn!"
I shoved my hand inside my blouse and roughly groped my own breasts, tormenting them, but my body only grew hotter, burning like fire—I couldn't handle it.
"Manager Dajeong, what's wrong with you? You're scaring me."
Innocent, adorable Sihyun watched me kneading my own body and masturbating, and he started trembling like a little child.
Oh my, how cute........
I wanted Sihyun to touch me roughly.
I reached out and took his pale, beautiful hand. Then I pushed that hand inside my blouse.
"Sihyun, touch me....... I'm seriously going to lose my mind. Use those pretty white hands of yours to roughly grab my breasts and ravish them. Please....... Haaah."
Sihyun looked at me with the eyes of a frightened little rabbit—so adorable.
When I glared at him sharply and forcefully, he finally began moving his hand gently.
But my body, blazing with lust, couldn't be satisfied by Sihyun's soft caresses.
I roughly grabbed his hand and spoke as if giving an order.
"I said touch me roughly, like a beast. Don't you understand? Like this."
I placed my hand over his and started squeezing my full, swollen breasts hard, twisting them roughly clockwise.
"Haaaah! Hnngh."
An obscene moan slipped out of me before I could stop it.
Innocent Sihyun looked around frantically, not knowing what to do.
Finding him so cute, I grabbed his beautiful face with my right hand and began kissing him fiercely.
"Haaah....."
I was so aroused that I kissed him too roughly, and when he tried to pull away because he couldn't breathe, I pressed down on his head so he couldn't escape and twisted my tongue around his, ravishing it even more lewdly.
And I took one of his hands and made him roughly fondle my breasts.
Sihyun's face looked like a child about to cry, whether from choking or distress. And that expression made my pussy throb with unbearable desire.
"S-Sihyun. Hnngh. I want to fuck you so bad I'm going crazy."
I climbed onto his lap. Then I started grinding my hips back and forth, rubbing against his private area.
"Manager Choi Dajeong, please stop. Please. Hnngh.... Ahhngh."
Sihyun was pinned under my ass, moaning like a child.
I wanted to devour that thick, massive cock of his right then and there.
I forcibly grabbed his pants and reached out to pull down the zipper. But Sihyun seemed to think this was where he drew the line—he clutched his pants tightly and wouldn't let go.
"Sihyun. Take your pants off. Before I force them off myself."
I threatened him.
Sihyun looked at me with teary eyes and shook his head left and right.
"P-please don't do this. Manager Dajeong. Hnngh. Everyone can hear us."
I covered his mouth with my hand and whispered in his ear.
"As long as you don't make any noise, no one will know. It's fine. So....... that hand clutching your pants. Let go of it right now."
"Uuh. Mmmph! I-I don't want to."
Haaa.......
Sihyun was more stubborn than I expected.
Normally I'd talk him into it and fuck him properly, but right now my pussy was so wet and desperate I was in a hurry. I didn't have any reason left to persuade him with words.
I grabbed his slender, pretty neck with one hand and pressed down, while with the other I slapped his cute, chubby cheek.
SMACK!
Sihyun, after taking my slap, clutched his cheek and looked at me with resentful, frightened eyes.
Haaah......
Sihyun really drives a person crazy. Looking at me like that only makes my pussy throb even harder—I feel like I'm going to lose my mind.
I pressed my lips against his red, beautiful ones again, sucking on his tongue and ravishing him obscenely.
"Mmmph. Haaah. Ahhngh."
Tears welled up in Sihyun's big, puppy-like eyes.
Ah, so cute and sexy I could die.
I grabbed his white dress shirt with both hands and ripped it open, buttons flying.
And then—his firm, well-toned white chest and abs, sculpted from exercise, were laid bare before my eyes.
Gulp......
I trembled all over as if electrocuted, excitement surging through me.
"Haaah.. Haaaah. Hnngh."
Breathing roughly, I scraped my nails—manicured in sexy leopard print—across that firm white chest spread open before me.
Scriiitch.
"Ahhhngh."
Sihyun twisted his waist and trembled, whether from arousal or something else.
I looked at him with sultry, gleaming eyes and said,
"Sihyun. Tonight I'm going to torment you until you pass out. You'd better be ready to get thoroughly fucked."
I forcibly grabbed his pants again and said once more,
"Take your pants down nicely while I'm still asking nicely, and pull out your cock. Unless you want another slap."
Sihyun looked at me with terrified eyes and tentatively brought his hand to his pants.
And just as he was about to slowly pull them down......
Knock knock knock!
"Sir? Are you all right? I heard some strange sounds......."
A female employee knocked, shattering the atmosphere.
I covered Sihyun's mouth and whispered in his ear.
"Behave yourself. Unless you want things to get hard for you at the company."
Sihyun nodded up and down.
I rebuttoned the dress shirt I'd undone, one button at a time, gazing at him seductively.
"Just a moment!"
I hurriedly climbed off Sihyun's lap, sat back in my seat, and opened the VIP room's sliding door.
And then—a foreign-looking woman with pink hair and tattoos appeared before my eyes.
"Sir? Are you all right? I heard something like moaning. I was worried something might have happened........"
Her Korean pronunciation wasn't perfect. She seemed like a woman who'd come to work from Japan or China.
I reacted irritably.
Fucking bitch.
I was this close to fucking him, and because of you, you fucking bitch, I couldn't get any.
"Nothing's wrong. So would you mind not interrupting a private meal?"
The exotic-looking woman with pink hair and tattoos shot me a rude look, then turned to Sihyun sitting beside me and spoke kindly.
"Ah, I wasn't talking to the woman there. I was talking to the gentleman. Are you all right? You don't look well."
In that instant, my heart clenched tight and cold sweat broke out.
If Sihyun confesses right now that I almost raped him, I'm completely fucked.
I quickly looked around, scanning the room. Fortunately, there was no CCTV or anything visible inside the VIP room.
With no evidence, I could just insist nothing happened and that would be the end of it. Even in a world where the gender ratio was reversed, a rape charge wouldn't stick without evidence.
I also didn't forget to shoot Sihyun a sharp look, applying pressure.
"Yes, I'm fine. Nothing happened......."
Sihyun answered in a slightly tearful voice, watching my reaction.
Of course—if Sihyun had any sense, he wouldn't casually snitch that I'd tried to rape him.
The exotic pink-haired woman with tattoos still looked suspicious as she pulled a gold business card from her pocket and handed it to Sihyun.
"Here's my card. If you ever run into any trouble, call or message me right away."
I snuck a glance at the card she was handing him.
Huk........
Fuck.
I really almost got completely screwed.
The name was Miyuki.
And to my surprise, she wasn't a waitress at this sprawling high-end Japanese restaurant right in the middle of Gangnam—she was the owner.
She was young, with pink hair, piercings in her lips and cheeks. On top of that, she had an intricate plum blossom tattoo on the back of her hand.
Well, of course a high-end Japanese restaurant wouldn't hire a young woman who looked like a thug as serving staff. She could dress like a yakuza bitch because she was the owner herself.
Sihyun seemed surprised too, eyes widening as he spoke.
"Miyuki, you're the owner of Daraejeong?"
The pink-haired Japanese woman with tattoos—Miyuki, the owner of Daraejeong—spoke politely.
"Yes. Oppa. I didn't want to, but Grandfather insisted. He said now that I'm an adult, managing a small shop would be good experience. More importantly, Oppa—I'm sorry about earlier. I was so embarrassed I couldn't come apologize right away."
Fuck.
What the hell is this now?
This bitch is young, has a face pretty as a Japanese celebrity, and she's even the granddaughter of a chaebol family?