A Secretary's Fall
Aram, enjoy the meal.
Just below the top floor.
I sat on the edge of the bed, studying Aram as she stood beside me, her eyes darting nervously like a specimen at auction. The crisp white dress shirt peeking from beneath her neat black suit paired with those fairly high heels created a strangely alluring atmosphere.
“Want to let your hair down?”
“Ah, yes.”
Aram’s hands trembled as she hastily undid her neat bun. Long, jet-black hair—far longer than Sehwa’s—cascaded down her back. Wanting to look her best for me, she swept it over one shoulder. Then she fidgeted with the hair tie, clearly embarrassed.
I reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Aram flinched, then bowed her head deeply.
“S… Sir… I think I should take off my shoes…”
“Is that necessary?”
“I-I’ll just keep them on.”
I nodded and began unbuttoning her suit jacket, then slowly—very slowly—undid the buttons of her white shirt from top to bottom. Neck, collarbone, breasts, down to her solar plexus. As the shirt parted, her plain white full-cup bra came into view.
Her breasts are small. Not much to grab. But she’s skinny, so I’ll let it slide.
“Haa…”
Aram kept letting out shaky sighs, clearly tense. A thick strand of saliva stretched between her parted lips before snapping.
I drew a gentle arc with my eyes and asked, “Are you nervous?”
“J-Just… a little nervous…”
I pulled Aram to her feet and hiked her suit skirt up to her waist.
“You brought a spare outfit, right?”
“Yes… just as you instructed…”
The moment she finished speaking, I tore the stockings at her crotch with a loud riiiip.
“Ah!”
Startled, Aram instinctively reached to cover the torn area, but stopped when she met my gaze. I tugged her panties aside, revealing a patch of black pubic hair and, beneath it… quite pretty outer lips.
Aram bit her lower lip in shame, eyes squeezed shut.
I slid my index finger into her tightly closed mouth. Her eyes flew open, staring at me with fear. I coated my finger thoroughly with her saliva, then gently stroked the outside of her pussy before slipping it inside and rubbing.
A slick, soft, warm sensation enveloped my entire finger.
“Ah…!”
Aram let out an involuntary soft moan. After exploring her inner walls for a moment, I withdrew my finger and pushed it back into her mouth.
“Hngh…!”
Even as she frowned, Aram swirled her tongue and sucked obediently. That’s right. You need to clean up the mess from that dirty pussy of yours.
With one hand, I undid my belt and suit pants, dropping them along with my underwear to my knees.
“….!”
Aram’s eyes widened as she continued sucking my finger. The shock on her face was obvious. Guess her boyfriend had a pathetic little dick? Whatever. Let’s get this over with quickly. A little taste, finish, shower, and head back down—timing should be perfect.
I stood up, moved behind Aram, and positioned my glans near her entrance.
“S-Sir… I’m not ready yet…”
Ready? For a cumdump like you? I thrust my entire length inside in one go.
“Haaaaahk!”
A scream of pure pain. Aram’s upper body went rigid, then slumped forward weakly. I wrapped one arm around her stomach to hold her steady and immediately began pounding her hard and fast.
Slap! Slap!
“Kyaaaah…! Haaang…! What do I do…!”
Her moans carried the faintest hint of pleasure, but most of it was still raw pain. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back.
“Aahk! Sir!”
Aram cried out in a high-pitched tone. Ignoring her desperate plea for mercy, I focused on my relentless thrusting. The more violently I ravaged her insides, the more obscene her moans became.
“Haaang…! Huuuaang…! Sir… Sir…!”
“Feels good?”
“Yes… it feels good…! So good…♡”
“Lower your waist properly.”
The casual speech and commanding tone came naturally. When Aram lowered her hips and braced her arms on the bed, her walls clenched much tighter. Every time I thrust, she gasped and bucked. Inside the pocket of her suit jacket, something caught the ceiling light and sparkled.
It was the ring she had taken off.
I kept fucking her without pause and fished it out. A silver ring, worn for a long time, covered in daily scratches. She must have dated her boyfriend for quite a while. I pocketed it and continued pounding into her pussy.
Her long, slender, taut legs combined with those heels painted a deliciously erotic picture. Since I planned to finish at a reasonable time, the moment her moans reached their peak and I felt my climax approaching, I pulled out of her pussy.
“Huaaht…!”
Aram let out a weak moan and dropped to her knees on the carpet. I pressed my cock against her ass and stroked it. A writhing, sticky sensation rose from inside my urethra, and thick semen spurted out, soaking her torn stockings. Since the pleasure had been just right, quite a large amount came out. The sight of my cum seeping into her dark stockings was quite a spectacle.
Once I finished ejaculating, I turned Aram’s body around.
“Haa… haaht…”
Her face, resting against the edge of the bed, was drenched in cold sweat. Strands of hair stuck to her skin, her ragged breathing, and her unfocused eyes combined to create a fragile, delicate beauty. A sight worth savoring.
“Get up. We’re showering together.”
“…. Ah, understood… Sir…”
Using the bed for support, Aram groaned as she stood on shaky legs and tried to undress. I stopped her.
“Just take off the shoes.”
“Pardon…?”
“You said you brought a spare outfit.”
“Ah, yes… Sir…”
I led Aram into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and soaked her entire body. The rather expensive high-end suit grew heavy as it absorbed the water. Aram looked worried, but relaxed when I told her I’d buy her a new one. I brought my still-throbbing cock closer. She obediently knelt and took me into her mouth.
Dedicated, sincere service. Not quite as good as Sehwa, but acceptable. While enjoying Aram’s devoted blowjob, I casually tossed the ring she had left by the sink into the toilet.
Clink!
The silver ring sank into the water. When I flushed, it disappeared down the drain. Even though it was clearly a precious ring, Aram paid it no mind, focusing entirely on sucking my cock.
After the deed was done, inside the hotel elevator.
I looked over Aram, who stood a respectful distance away with her hands politely clasped. The spare suit she had brought suited her well too.
“Stay here tonight. I’ve already paid for breakfast tomorrow, so rest well and come to work the day after.”
“Yes… Sir. And um… you can speak more casually if you’d like…”
“Does it feel like I’m drawing a line? You don’t like that?”
Aram waved her hands frantically.
“That’s absolutely not the case…”
“I’ll treat you comfortably when we’re alone, so don’t worry. Oh, and officially, we came here to discuss your salary negotiation, right?”
“Yes… understood.”
“It might be disappointing, but bear with it a little longer. I’ll give you a very big present soon.”
Becoming one of Marcela’s limbs… that’s quite a valuable gift. I continued.
“Charge the new suit to the company card.”
Aram nodded with a faint smile. What’s the difference between you and a whore who sells her body for money? Well, if you hadn’t met me, you probably would have lived an honest life.
Sehwa is currently… near the hotel entrance. Perfect timing.
The elevator doors opened with the announcement, and I walked across the lobby—filled with various decorative items—alongside Aram. Seeing her walk with a slight limp, I chuckled.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes… a little…”
“Want me to support you?”
“Ah, no thank you.”
Her face flushed instantly. My big cock must have felt pretty good. After receiving Aram’s farewell, I slowly made my way to the entrance and spotted Sehwa entering the hotel with a deep frown. Her face was slightly flushed from alcohol and anger—absolutely beautiful. She must have gotten a few numbers at the drinking party tonight. She probably turned them all down.
When our eyes met, I feigned surprise, then smiled brightly and waved casually.
“Sehwa, how did you know I was here?”
Sehwa tilted her head at my shameless attitude for a moment, then noticed Aram standing beside me with a flushed face and slightly bowed head. Her fist clenched tightly.
I can see it. I can see it clearly. A dark, murky aura rose from Sehwa’s body and flowed into her navel.
Kyaaaaak!
I could almost hear Aether screaming. Shut up. What’s wrong with Sehwa becoming more corrupted? You like it when she gets eroded too, don’t you?
Sehwa strode toward us. Her eyes burned with murderous intent, and the sight was so stunning it nearly gave me another erection. When I get home, I’ll have to go all out with Sehwa… no, several rounds.
She stopped right in front of me, glared at me as if she wanted to kill me, then shifted her gaze to Aram. Aram bowed politely.
“Hello, Miss Lee Sehwa.”
Now, slap her hard enough to make a loud smack. Show me that violent side already.
I watched the two of them with a pounding heart, barely hiding my excitement. But then…
“Hello?”
Sehwa simply greeted Aram with a bright smile. An action completely outside my expectations. Yet it sent an electrifying thrill through my entire body.
Sehwa was clearly furious. Her entire demeanor was aggressive, and if left alone with Aram, she would have caused a scene immediately. But she had put on the mask of hypocrisy. This was even better than openly displaying her inner violence. It was the perfect mask for deceiving the Doctor and all of humanity.
“Your face is red. Are you feeling unwell?”
“No. I just… heard some good news…”
“Is that so?”
Sehwa nodded slowly, then turned to me.
“Chansung posted in the group chat that he saw you here. That’s why I came. Let’s go home together.”
“Chansung? He was here?”
“He said he was at the underground cocktail bar.”
“Really? Why didn’t he at least say hello… Anyway, let’s head back. Aram, we’ll be going now.”
Aram bowed deeply.
“Please get home safely.”
I gave a casual nod, took Sehwa’s hand, and left the hotel. As we caught a flying taxi home, Sehwa asked in a low voice.
“What were you two doing together so late?”
I shrugged and recited the lie I had prepared.
“Salary negotiation.”
“Salary negotiation…?”
“I’m away from the company a lot. I raised Miss Choi Aram’s salary and gave her a significant amount of internal work. She’s smart and reliable, so it’s good to make her one of my people. I bought her a few cocktails to butter her up too. I’m planning to promote her soon.”
“…. So nothing happened?”
“Why would I leave you behind and hang around with someone else? Everything I do in society is to make money.”
Sehwa’s expression softened. Seizing the moment, I asked.
“Why? Were you jealous of Miss Choi Aram?”
Sehwa answered honestly.
“Yes. On the way to the hotel…”
She trailed off. I didn’t need to hear the rest. She had been thinking about how to deal with Aram. As expected, my lovely…
Hm? Wait a second…
I brought my face close to Sehwa’s. She looked up at me with eyes full of anticipation.
“What is it…?”
“Nothing… it’s nothing.”
I smiled and gave her a light kiss on the lips, then pretended to be a tired office worker. Inside, I was cheering wildly.
Because Sehwa’s irises had turned a faint purple for a moment before returning to normal. It was so subtle I might have missed it with my own eyes, almost like an illusion—but the change had definitely happened.
Today’s harvest far exceeded my expectations.
The usual announcement played after the kiss. They keep getting on my nerves. I should just buy this entire company soon. Anyway, it’s about time to throw the Doctor some bait to lure Yuria to the lab.