A Secretary's Raise
Aram, enjoy your meal.
The sharp click of high heels announced Choi Aram as she approached and handed me a document. “President, this is the advertising model contract for this quarter. Director Kim has requested your approval.”
Director Kim was the middle-aged man Marcela was impersonating. A forty-year-old lifelong bachelor with no living relatives, which made him the perfect vessel for Marcela to devour his soul and take his place.
I nodded and scanned the file. The group in question was a currently trending girl group. They had cute faces and a refreshing idol image that was quite popular. Their image matched the restaurant industry well, and with no scandals attached, the advertising effect would likely be excellent.
Why am I even looking at this so closely…
Anyway, Marcela would handle everything. I let out a quiet chuckle inside and skimmed the rest of the document before telling Aram to take a seat. Once she sat across from me, I smiled and said,
“I’m thinking of giving you a raise, Aram.”
“A… a raise?” Her expression brightened considerably. Of course it did.
“Yes. You and Director Kim helped me a lot when I took over the company, didn’t you? Your abilities are outstanding too, so I want to make you completely mine.”
Aram swallowed hard. A salary increase was every office worker’s dream. Seeing how happy she looked now that I was offering it was quite amusing. Since she was smart and competent, she was perfect for lightening Marcela’s burden. I’d fuck her today, then hand her over to Marcela in disguise and slowly brainwash her.
I could just fuck her and brainwash her immediately, so why go through all this trouble? Because it was fun. Because it turned me on to watch a woman willingly spread her legs for me even though she already had a lover.
After finishing my words, I pulled a contract from the drawer and slid it toward her. Aram gulped audibly when she saw it.
“How much do you want? Write it down.”
Aram gripped both sides of the paper with both hands and stared silently at the contract. From what I’d dug up, she had a lot of debt… Write down a big number. I’ll give you whatever you ask for. Just take one hit from Sehwa and get brainwashed by Marcela.
“Umm… just three percent above my current salary… would be enough. Thank you.”
Tsk tsk… so unambitious. I shook my head with a deliberately displeased expression and said,
“Could you make us two cups of tea?”
“Ah, yes! Right away.”
Aram quickly went to the small kitchenette and returned with the tea. She carefully set the cups on the desk, then looked back at the contract. When she saw the amount I had written, her eyes widened in shock.
“P-President… this is…”
“Why? Don’t you like it?”
“That’s absolutely not the case. The raise rate is just… too high…”
“So you’re saying it’s good, right?”
“Well, yes, but…”
I raised one hand to cut her off. Then I signed both copies of the contract, stamped my seal, and handed her one of them.
“Fill in the blank yourself.”
It had all happened in the blink of an eye. Aram’s body trembled for a moment before her expression turned serious. She had realized I was completely sincere.
“I will work hard.”
“Let’s do well together for a long time.”
For a very long time. For the rest of your life. Lighten the burden on our dear Marcela.
“Yes, President.”
I smiled brightly and noticed that her nails were beautifully polished.
“Are you getting your nails done?”
“Ah, yes… I had them done yesterday. Should I stop?”
“That’s up to you. Do I look like the kind of person who would interfere with something like that?”
“No, I’m sorry…”
I gave her a gentle smile and casually took her hand, slowly stroking her nails.
“Ah…!”
She was surprised, but she didn’t try to pull her hand away. That’s right. Keep trying to look good for me. Try to earn even more of my trust so you can aim for an executive position. You want to pay off your debts and climb the ladder quickly, don’t you?
“Your nails are pretty. The glossy finish really suits you.”
“Th-thank you…”
Her face turned bright red in an instant. She must be incredibly embarrassed. Tsk tsk… acting so loose even though she has a boyfriend.
“Um… President. Should I prepare more tea…?”
“You just made it. It hasn’t even cooled yet.”
“Ah…”
Aram lowered her head slightly, looking awkward. She wouldn’t ask me to let go even if it killed her. I openly lifted the sleeve of her suit jacket and began playing with her watch and wrist.
“How much was this watch? It’s quite beautiful…”
“I’m not sure… My boyfriend gave it to me…”
“What does your boyfriend do?”
“He’s… attending graduate school.”
Fuck. This is making me feel really bad… Whoever you are, Aram’s boyfriend, you deserve to be happy. So leave this loose woman and find someone else.
“Since he’s a grad student, you probably don’t get to see him often?”
“No…”
“That must be disappointing, right?”
“J-just a little…”
“I see.”
I slightly raised my index and middle fingers and slipped them under her sleeve, walking them along her wrist. Aram’s face had turned completely beet red. I boldly rolled her sleeve all the way up to her elbow. Her slender arm was revealed. It was pale white, with faint blue veins visible.
“Your arms are thin. Your legs were thin too… Are you naturally slim?”
“Y-yes…”
I gently pulled on Aram’s arm. She lowered her head deeply and stood up on her own, moving closer to me. I sat her on my lap and wrapped one arm tightly around her waist. Aram naturally relaxed her body.
“You’re wearing clean stockings today.”
“Yes… I threw away the ones with runs… Haa…”
She must have gotten quite hot; she began fanning herself with her hand. I had the air conditioner cranked up, so calm down. With one arm still holding her waist, I used my other hand to stroke the top of her skirt. Aram’s body twitched. But she didn’t show any strong resistance.
“You always wear long suits. Doesn’t it get stuffy? It’s summer.”
“N-no… I’m fine… Hah!”
She cut herself off with a sharp gasp. It was because my hand had slipped under her skirt and was kneading the inside of her thigh. She really did have a slender build. Her ass felt rather plain. By now Aram was trembling all over like a leaf in the wind. Yet instead of fear, there was only anticipation. She must be imagining a brilliant future with me. Go ahead and keep deluding yourself.
Humans feel great favor toward attractive people who approach them. Even if they have a boyfriend or are married. It’s basically instinct. In that sense, Song Jihyeok, whom I had carefully and meticulously crafted, was perfect. Face, body, age, wealth… not a single flaw. Even Sehwa, whose mental strength far exceeded that of ordinary humans, had completely fallen for me in just three months. So how could Aram possibly resist?
After spending her days with a worn-out graduate student boyfriend, seeing someone like me was bound to make her heart sway like a reed.
After thoroughly enjoying her thin thighs for a while, I released my arm and let her go. She staggered a few steps forward, took a deep breath, and tried to compose herself. When she approached again, she fiddled awkwardly with her hair and tried to sit back down across from me. But I grabbed her arm and pulled her in front of me. Then I reached both hands behind her waist and gently massaged her buttocks while pressing my face against her stomach and inhaling.
There was a faint scent of dry-cleaning solvent mixed with her perfume. It was surprisingly pleasant. An unexpectedly good combination.
“P-President… We should at least close the partition…”
“No one’s coming. What does it matter?”
“Y-yes…”
I lifted her suit skirt completely and focused on kneading her ass. Seeing the pantyhose that reached all the way to her lower belly made my cock rock hard. Her panties… just plain white briefs. So like Choi Aram.
That’s enough for now. I couldn’t give this kind of free service to someone who wasn’t Sehwa. I pulled her skirt back down. Aram tried to straighten her posture and fix her clothes, but her breathing remained heavy and labored. She was clearly very excited.
“Aram.”
“Yes…?”
“Want to grab a drink tonight? Just the two of us, a small celebration for your raise?”
“Ah… I… I’d like that.”
“I’ll be visiting other companies from now on, so finish your work and come to the location I send you. I’ll let you know the time later.”
“Yes… Have a safe trip.”
“Come dressed exactly like this. And bring a change of clothes.”
Even though I had openly suggested something indecent, Aram didn’t refuse. Instead, she gave a faint smile.
“Understood…”
I grinned at her and immediately left the president’s office. Fucking her here wouldn’t be bad, but I preferred a place where I could create an alibi. One I could use to lie to Sehwa.
**
Nine o’clock that evening, at a cocktail bar in the basement of a Myeongdong hotel.
The reason I chose this place as our meeting spot was simple. One of Sehwa’s male classmates worked here. If he saw me with Aram and either took a photo for their group chat or at least mentioned that I was with a woman, that would be enough. It might be a bit annoying if he tried to greet me, but if he had any sense, he wouldn’t interrupt a man and woman talking alone.
I noticed from a distance that the classmate was holding up his phone and looking at our table. He took the picture. Good. Post it in the group chat. “Isn’t that Song Jihyeok?” And then get lost quickly. I need to fuck Aram and get back down soon.
While secretly watching the classmate so no one would notice, I drank cocktails with Aram and made casual conversation.
“It must be tough handling secretary work, right?”
“Not at all. The president is good to me, and it suits me well.”
“The current president? Or the former one?”
Aram brought her left hand to her mouth and laughed softly. The ring was missing from her ring finger. She had taken it off before coming here. It was a clear sign that she intended to end things with her boyfriend. A thrilling sense of immorality spread through my entire body. This was exactly why I couldn’t stop doing things like this.
But what can you do? I only see you as a disposable tool.
“I like the current president. The former one was too businesslike…”
Look at her wagging her tail. What a sly fox! What a filthy bitch!
“What do you do on your days off?”
“I usually rest at home. You must be very busy, President… managing so many companies…”
“It’s moderately busy. There aren’t many people I can trust, so managing everything is a bit difficult.”
If Marcela had heard that, she would have glared at me. After all, she was the one doing all the actual work. Sorry, Marcela.
As we continued talking, I confirmed that the classmate had furiously typed on his phone before leaving the bar. Perfect. Sehwa was currently drinking with friends in Banghwa-dong. If he asked where this place was in the group chat, and factoring in the time it would take to get a flying taxi at night when there weren’t many available… it would take about an hour. Forty minutes at the earliest. That was more than enough.
“Looks like we’ve pretty much finished our drinks. Shall we head up? I booked a spot with a great view.”
It was an invitation to the reserved hotel room. Aram, whose lips were slightly moist, slowly nodded with a properly flushed face.
“Yes, President.”
As expected, there’s nothing money can’t buy. And if there is something it can’t buy, it simply means we don’t have enough of it. That old saying came to mind.