When a Precious Guest Arrives, Special Etiquette is Needed.
When a precious guest arrives, special etiquette is required.
"President? I'm coming in."
Yu-ran announced her entry first at the door to the president's office. Soon, a voice from beyond the door granted permission to enter.
Yu-ran, her son, and the human mount he was riding entered the office right away.
True to its reputation as one of Korea's top publishing houses, the president's office was spacious and comfortable. Awards from various organizations were ostentatiously displayed here and there, and at the center sat an elegant woman in her thirties behind a massive desk.
One might picture a middle-aged man when thinking of a major corporation's president, but the head of Songha Publishing was a woman who looked no older than her thirties, even generously. She was undoubtedly younger than Yu-ran.
With her neat bob haircut and impeccably tailored suit, she resembled a model. Someone might mistake her for a figurehead rather than the actual president. But in truth, she deserved at least seventy percent of the credit for elevating Songha Publishing to its current heights—she was a highly capable businesswoman.
Just her confident movements and piercing gaze made it clear she was no ordinary person.
Su-a's eyes flickered ever so slightly.
It was rare for her to feel flustered, but the unexpected presence in the office—Yu-ran's son and his mount—had thrown her off. Still, she didn't let it show, addressing Yu-ran calmly.
"Come in, Ms. Yu-ran. You said you had something confidential to discuss about the future of our Songha Publishing, right?"
"Yes. It's an extremely important matter that will determine our company's future, so I wanted to speak with you directly, President."
"Of course. No one disputes that you're one of the most capable employees here at our publishing house. Discussing the future with such talented personnel is exactly what I hoped for. But... there's one thing that's bothering me."
Su-a pointed at Yu-ran's son, who was mounted on Seong-hee's back.
"What on earth is that guy? And the one underneath him—isn't that Seong-hee from your team? Why is she naked with that man riding her back? I can't imagine any man worthy of intruding on a meeting about the company's future."
It wasn't so much a formal rebuke as plain common sense. An outsider barging into a conversation between the president and the chief editor was bad enough, and their behavior transcended etiquette altogether.
At Su-a's pointed remark, Yu-ran widened her eyes in apparent confusion.
"Who? Oh, that's obviously my son."
"Your... son...? I get that, but I can't for the life of me understand why he's here."
Su-a furrowed her brow. Yu-ran wasn't usually this oblivious. Surely she should have picked up on the hint and sent the man outside without needing it spelled out?
But Yu-ran still looked perplexed, struggling to grasp Su-a's intent.
With no other choice, Su-a was about to spell it out for her. But then, brazenly, Yu-ran's son interrupted the conversation.
"Hey, I had high expectations since this is a big corporation, but the guest treatment is seriously lacking. Can't even follow basic etiquette as a corporate president?"
"...What did you say?"
The impudent remark out of nowhere. Su-a felt a subtle surge of anger rising from her core.
And then, just for a fleeting moment—truly fleeting—she realized the man was right.
She was the one violating the proper etiquette for such a situation.
Why had it only occurred to her now?
A flush of shame nearly surfaced, but she suppressed it masterfully. Su-a knew well that climbing to the top wasn't about avoiding passion, but controlling it.
Without changing her expression, she addressed the man.
"I've violated etiquette? Me? No, that can't be. I was merely assessing you. Whether you're worthy of that greeting. Hm, it seems you have the qualifications to receive it."
Her gaze looked down from a position of superiority, as if asserting dominance. Shameless, perhaps, but effective.
Su-a rose from her chair, removed her skirt and panties, and neatly folded them on the desk. Stepping out, she spread her legs wide in front of Yu-ran and her son, revealing her pink, cute pussy. Her bush was quite lush, but the tightly closed petals resembled a virgin's, adorably contrasting her strong image.
To emphasize it further, she spread her thighs wide and parted her pussy with her fingers—kupaa♥—before speaking.
"We at Songha Publishing sincerely welcome your visit. Please enjoy the sight of my humble pink pussy to your heart's content."
It was a flawless greeting, leaving no room for objection.
When an important guest like the "editor's son" visits a company, the president must greet them with utmost sincerity. This wasn't the perfunctory protocol for ordinary clients or buyers from other firms. No, she had to demonstrate complete transparency of body and mind.
And nothing proved that more definitively than baring the president's pussy.
With the etiquette duly performed, Yu-ran's son let out an impressed whistle, running his finger up and down the entrance of Su-a's pussy.
"Ooh, the president's pussy looks like a baby's—soft and plump. Yet the bush is so thick. It's cuter than your image suggests. Still unused, right?"
"Eut♥ O-of course. I have no need for men in my life. They're nothing but baggage. With so much to do beyond dating, why waste time on that? Naturally, I'm a virgin."
It was a humiliating question. But during the observance of etiquette, lying was against common sense, so Su-a answered honestly.
The man pressed on.
"But just being a virgin wouldn't keep it this pristine and pretty... How often do you masturbate?"
"I don't do that either. It's a waste of time. If I have the energy for such trivial lust, I'd rather channel it productively. What's the difference between that and an animal if you're enslaved by base desires?"
The man gaped in admiration at her response. He could tell it came from the depths of her heart.
To suppress one of humanity's three great urges so thoroughly—it was impressive in one sense, pitiful in another.
With that in mind, he said, "From today on, masturbate at least five times a day and send me videos. For material... how about getting raped by a repulsive pig of a loser, the epitome of failure?"
"...What kind of taste is that? Well, understood anyway."
Wasting time on masturbation was utterly regrettable, but with such an order from a precious guest, she had no choice.
"More importantly, how long are you just going to rub my pussy like that? I've fulfilled the etiquette, so naturally, you should reciprocate in kind."
Su-a's voice was cool and composed.
Etiquette required reciprocity; one side alone wasn't enough.
And in this case, the etiquette Yu-ran's son needed to observe was...
"Okay, okay. Got it. 'Thrust into the pussy as I please and make her cum,' right? Hey~"
"Whuuiiiit♥?? "
Yu-ran's son plunged the finger that had been teasing her surface straight into Su-a's pussy. He inserted it carefully, to just the right depth to avoid harming her hymen. From there, he targeted the upper wall of her vagina—the G-spot—playing with her pussy freely.
Even with the constraint of protecting her hymen, his honed technique swiftly drove Su-a to climax.
"Oot♥ Oo, oooooht♥ Wh-what is this!? Th-this weird feeling! What is it!? I-I don't know this!"
"Ah, this is what they call climax. You've never felt it before, huh. Get used to it—you'll be feeling it every day from now on."
"Ihhuuiiiit!?♡ W-wait! Hold on! Just a moment to collect myself..."
Of course, he didn't wait. Her panic and bewilderment were the perfect spice to arouse a man.
He relentlessly plunged into her pussy, granting orgasm after orgasm without mercy.
The etiquette specified thrusting freely to make her cum—no limits on numbers.
In short, he could play with her as much as he wanted.
"Mm. Watching a bitch who struts around with her nose in the air flail helplessly is a rare treat. It's fun dyeing a complete blank slate in my colors too. Hey, I hit the jackpot here. Very satisfying."
Muttering that, the son kept fingering the president's pussy without pause.
It seemed the greeting would take quite a while to conclude.
Watching the two, Yu-ran quietly thought to herself.
How envious...