Chapter 40

The meeting was about to get some vibes. "Kangmo, let's go."

"...Yeah."

Today was the day I was heading to Yebin Choi's company with her. Nothing major—just me requesting... no, commanding a tour. Her Openness, which had been the lowest stat, had skyrocketed after unlocking Sex Slave, and Exposure Mania had merged into it, so her outfits lately were anything but normal. Right now, she was wearing a sheer white blouse with just one button in the middle, her sexy cleavage on full display, black bra completely visible underneath. Her skirt was so short it barely qualified as business attire, paired with sheer mesh stockings.

Of course, I could've just ordered her to dress conservatively for work like old times, but she'd already gone to the office like this a few times. I worried some creep might get ideas and approach her. That's why I decided to tag along this time. Her Submissiveness was over 300, so I wasn't too concerned, but better safe than sorry.

The moment we got in the car, I told her, "Dress more properly at the company."

"Yesss..."

"At home, wear whatever you want. But outside, cover up like before."

"Yes."

Yebin always answered well and followed orders perfectly. After responding, she lifted her ass from the driver's seat, turning toward me.

"I'll be good, so praise me, Master."

"Good girl, you pervert." Smack!

"Ahng!"

I misjudged the force and hit her pretty hard, but one smack was enough to leave her sitting back down with a satisfied look. Come to think of it, why didn't a rich bitch like her have a driver? Not that I minded—it was better for me. I'd ask later.

"Let's head out."

......

We pulled up to the grand high-rise. Men in black suits, like attendants, opened the door. Holy shit, this was impressive. Secretaries and staff swarmed, but Yebin brushed them all off and took me straight to her private office on the top floor.

I knew she was loaded, but a massive corporation? No hints at home—no maids, no butler, no driver. How did she run something this big?

I sat in her usual chair and ordered, "Yebin, put on a proper suit vest first. Employees were staring on the way in. Annoying."

"Yes." She started slipping on the vest from the nearby rack.

"Wait, stop. Not now—later when we go out. For now, loosen up more..."

She set it down and stripped off her blouse entirely. I pulled her onto my lap, kneading those massive tits over her bra, and asked what had been bugging me.

"Running a huge company like this—why no housewife, butler, or driver at home?"

She looked panicked at my question.

"Master... have you forgotten?"

Forgotten what?

"What?"

"...That..."

Her pupils shook violently, words faltering. Her face twisted in pain. Trauma? Shit, I shouldn't have pried. I'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ask ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Haena later.

"Never mind, don't force it. Sorry for asking."

"...Thank you."

She said thanks, but her pained expression lingered. Even calling her a pervert slave, seeing her suffer like this hurt. Time to make her feel good.

"Sorry, so here's a reward as apology."

I flipped her over my thigh, hiked up her skirt, and smacked her ass. Smack!

"Haaang!"

Hit too hard again, but she took spankings regularly now—higher intensity just amped her pleasure. A few more on that huge ass, then I stood her up, unhooked her bra, and slapped those lewd udders. Smack!

"Haaang! Master!"

Her heavy tits swung wildly, my handprint blooming on them.

"How's this? Feel good?" Smack!

"Haang! Yes!"

One on each side, skin flushing red in my palm shapes. Clothespins on the nipples later would be fun. Glancing at the clock—less than five minutes till her report session. Executives coming with approvals for review.

"Pull down your stockings and panties."

"Yesss."

She bent over the desk, lowering them. Her slit was already soaked from the spanks. I pulled out the remote-controlled toy I'd ordered: a ridged dildo vibrator, silent mode.

I teased her folds with it, then plunged it in.

"Haaaaang!"

Virgin Membrane Protection was active, and she was dripping, so no pain—just insertion. Test it? I clicked the remote. Screen lit: 10%.

"Heung..."

She moaned in surprise at the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠buzz. Perfect. Shut it off.

"Pull up your panties and stockings. Dress properly now."

......

Minutes later, a knock. "Come in," Yebin said. I hit 10% as they entered.

"Hup... Mm..."

Her first moan drowned in footsteps. She introduced me as her son, here to observe, and business began.

Mid-crucial discussion, I signaled and bumped to 20%. Sudden spikes were hotter, but risky—moans could lead to disaster. So, signals first. Every three minutes, +10%.

She held steady till 40%, no sign.

"...So this project..."

Mid-meeting, I upped to 50%.

"Hup..."

"Proceeding as... Chairman?"

A balding exec glanced over. "No, continue."

Yebin at head, me beside; others along the long table. I slipped my hand under her skirt to her thigh—damp. Soaked already. 60%. Face flushed. They focused on the project, but anyone looking close would notice.

Meeting rolled on. Some odd glances, but back to work. At 70%, she crossed her legs tight, ragged breaths, hand wedged between. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Dying to spread wide and fuck herself. Her other hand gripped my thigh hard. Yebin shot me a pitiful look, but no mercy.

Wrapping up, I hit 80%.

"Haht..."

"Chairman?"

"Ah... Haht... Feeling... unwell... End the... meeting... here..."

Odd stares as they filed out. Her introduced secretary approached. "Chairman, you okay? Shall I call the doctor?"

Any more, and it wasn't stats at risk—her CEO rep. I eased it off.

"Huu... No. Fine. Need to talk with my son. See you this afternoon."

Secretary left, half-worried, half-suspicious. Door shut—I hiked her skirt fully, ripped the stockings.

"Do it yourself till you're satisfied."

Set to 100%. She plunged the dildo vibe in and out frantically till climax.

"Haaaaaaaang!"

Toy, huh... Fun ideas popped up.