Deep into Addiction's Abyss
The desk in my usual morning path was already piled with coffee, just as it always had been.
Right beside the plastic lid sat a small, glossy black dot, exactly where it had been yesterday.
The faint warmth brushing my fingertips along the paper cup’s surface felt nearly identical to before.
Yet something was undeniably different, one strange foreign substance slipped into the mix.
When I lifted the cup lightly, a crumpled scrap of white paper fluttered up from beneath it.
Still folded small and pressed against the cup’s mark, the note revealed neat, roughly scrawled ballpoint strokes:
“Ha Eun-seo: You don’t have to reply, boss. Just leave me a cup every morning.”
The words were childish, the kind that needed no reading and no stirring of the heart.
Yet even as my mind registered it clearly, my gaze lingered slowly, obsessively tracing every line across the paper.
After swallowing thickly, I forced the note into the deepest drawer and shoved it roughly to the back.
Turning on my phone, last night’s lewd pleas from Ha Eun-seo were still stamped onto the screen.
[Ha Eun-seo: Why are you avoiding me?]
[Ha Eun-seo: I can still feel your fingers so clearly.]
[Ha Eun-seo: Should I leave you a coffee tomorrow too?]
My thumb paused briefly above the reply box, then lowered the screen without a single response.
A vicious read-ignoring.
Today I had treated her handwritten note with the same whip of deliberate silence.
At the far end of the corridor near the pantry, I saw Ha Eun-seo standing blankly.
Her neat sky-blue shirt, employee badge dangling from her slender neck, and that same poised, dignified face as yesterday.
When our eyes met head-on, she opened her red lips as if to greet me, then closed them again awkwardly.
Perhaps she had missed the timing, or maybe she was simply checking whether even a simple hello required my permission because I had ignored her messages.
I would never grant such meaningless courtesies.
Only by controlling everything from a distance could the leadership of this harem fall completely into my hands.
All morning, Ha Eun-seo stayed glued to her seat like a shadow.
She pretended to type furiously, but her eyes kept darting first toward my cubicle instead of her monitor.
Every time I turned my head, her pupils lagged behind, then fled to the screen in panic.
At his desk, Seo Jae-won slid project files across to her and called out loudly.
“Eun-seo. Come check these numbers.”
A heavy pause fell across the table.
While Seo Jae-won held the pen paused over his notebook, Ha Eun-seo’s vacant gaze remained locked on my monitor, glossy and motionless.
“Ha Eun-seo?”
“Ah… y-yes!”
Her white fingers moved belatedly to write, still trembling.
Seo Jae-won noticed the unnatural empty space and shot me a quick, narrowing glance that made his eyes crease into thin slits.
Just before lunch, KakaoTalk notifications arrived in quick succession.
[Ha Eun-seo: Are you eating lunch alone again today?]
[Ha Eun-seo: May I sit beside you?]
I lowered the screen and ignored the messages, stepping into the elevator.
While pressing the button for the basement cafeteria, the doors began to close, then reopened.
Ha Eun-seo slid in, breathless, just in time.
Seo Jae-won’s voice echoed from the next elevator over.
“Boss…”
She called out my title softly, scanning everyone around her.
I only stared coldly at the floor numbers.
“Don’t greet me like we know each other at work.”
“…Yes.”
She answered obediently, yet her delicate shoulder pressed almost against my sleeve.
The plastic of her employee badge brushed my sleeve, trembling with desperation.
I picked up a tray of lunch and took the corner table by the window.
It was my usual seat, empty by choice; no one else ever sat with me here.
Ha Eun-seo placed her own tray right beside mine without hesitation.
She held her spoon but could not bring it to her lips, waiting for me like a submissive female.
“Eat.”
“Yes.”
Only then did she begin to eat her soup.
In the distance, Seo Jae-won waved from across the large table and called out.
“Eun-seo! Come eat with us!”
Normally she would have smiled and joined him.
Today she paused mid-spoon, then hesitated in an awkward silence, his forced smile frozen halfway.
She rolled her eyes toward my face, pleading.
“Go away to that side.”
Yet her lips only trembled.
She rose from the table with unnatural slowness, took two steps, then turned back toward my seat.
“I… I’ll finish this and leave, senior.”
She sounded like she was asking permission, yet her feet never left my table.
Seo Jae-won snorted.
“What? Is the cafeteria food that good today?”
She sat back down beside me and forced herself to take another spoonful.
The spoon in her hand trembled faintly.
I chewed in silence, lips pressed tight.
Security demanded silence in the office.
Yet beneath the table, Ha Eun-seo’s smooth knee pressed firmly against mine, refusing to leave.
It was no accidental brush; it was a probing test of my reaction while she offered her body heat directly.
“Pull your knee away at once.”
She answered breathlessly.
“Yes, boss…”
She obeyed in words, but her legs stayed glued.
Through the sheer stockings, the heat radiating from her thighs seeped into my trousers.
Finally Seo Jae-won came over, plate in hand.
“Hey, Han Si-woo.”
He glared at me with narrowed eyes.
“What the hell did you do to Eun-seo?”
“Just eating lunch.”
“Don’t look like you’re only eating lunch, asshole.”
He glanced at the frozen Ha Eun-seo.
“Eun-seo. Aren’t you going back to the seniors’ table?”
“Ah… I’ll finish this and leave, senior. Sorry.”
She answered hastily, yet her plate still held more than half of the rice and side dishes.
Seo Jae-won clicked his tongue.
“Fine. Han Si-woo, we’ll talk later.”
His warning was aimed only at me.
When he returned to his seat, the company group chat exploded.
[Seo Jae-won: Haha Eun-seo is stuck eating lunch right beside transparent human Si-woo What combo is this?]
[Park Min-soo: No way, really? Why her?]
[Ha Eun-seo: I just had no seat so I sat here unwillingly.]
[Seo Jae-won: It’s the corner table by the window. Why would there be no seat? ]
[Ha Eun-seo: Just…]
Just…
The same childish two words as when I had dotted the coffee lid yesterday.
My finger paused near my name on the chat.
My usual bottom position in the company had suddenly become the center of attention thanks to this proud woman.
Ha Eun-seo flipped her phone onto the table, eyes glistening with tears as she looked up at me.
“Boss… am I really a crazy person now?”
She knew she was devouring her own obscene obsession yet could not stop the moan escaping her.
I emptied my soup bowl coldly.
“Don’t show off so much at work.”
“Show off…?”
“You’re dying for me.”
She finally panicked and yanked her knee free.
The damp warmth remained on my thigh like a mark.
After the afternoon meeting began, Ha Eun-seo approached my cubicle again, clutching the file to her chest.
It was not a critical number needing her signature; she had already reviewed it perfectly in the morning.
“Boss… could you check these planning numbers one more time?”
I pointed at my monitor without even looking at her.
“It’s done. Go back to your seat.”
She refused to move, chest heaving against the file, a dangerous timing as coworkers began to watch.
“Boss…”
“Speak what you need.”
“At lunch… why didn’t you stand up when Senior Seo called?”
I wanted to reject her coldly, but my dominant instinct already knew the answer.
“You had no seat so you sat there unwillingly.”
“That’s all a lie.”
She forced a bitter smile, lips trembling at the razor-edge timing.
“I really can’t lie well… I’m going crazy because of you, boss.”
She was far too clumsy, far too obvious.
She wore her need for me openly, making her danger even greater.
“Back to your seat.”
She nodded obediently, then pressed herself close to my cubicle once more.
“I… I’ll go to the 4th-floor restroom for a moment.”
No normal reason to ask permission after work hours, especially for her menstrual cycle.
It was the habit of a brain fully broken by hypnosis.
I watched her retreating back, staring at the Excel screen.
The numbers blurred.
The sweet, sticky scent of her sex from last night still lingered between my fingerprints, yet today its owner was searching for the exact spot beneath my chin at midday.
After a few minutes, my phone vibrated.
[Ha Eun-seo: 4th-floor women’s restroom, the innermost stall]
[Ha Eun-seo: No]
[Ha Eun-seo: Just…]
[Ha Eun-seo: Please don’t come, boss]
Please don’t come.
Those five words were the most honest, most obscene plea from her depths.
When I saw the [typing…] indicator flicker and vanish, I stood slowly.
Seo Jae-won’s monitor was empty; he was smoking in the lounge.
This was the perfect moment to slip secretly down the opposite corridor.
The 4th-floor restroom door had no cleaning in-progress sign.
The silence was absolute.
I rested my hand on the cold stainless handle, then steadied my breathing.
Entering now would leave a clear trail of lunchtime curiosity, but refusing would drive Ha Eun-seo, driven mad by lack, to self-destruct first.
Whichever side collapsed would draw the most security attention.
I pushed the door open and entered quietly.
Nothing stirred near the sinks.
White tiles gleamed coldly under fluorescent light.
Most stalls were open, but the innermost one remained half-closed, leaving a narrow gap.
“Boss…?”
Her voice echoed from inside the stall.
I slipped through the gap, closed the door, and locked it.
Click.
The sound echoed far louder than it should have in the cramped space.
Ha Eun-seo stood there.
Her full chest rose and fell rapidly beneath the sky-blue blouse, black office skirt brushing the cold floor.
Her employee badge swayed once in front of her breasts.
Her cheeks flushed bright red, eyes fixed lewdly on my zipper.
“You said not to come… I sent you a message not to come.”
“You begged me to come.”
She panted softly.
“I don’t know why my body is doing this… it’s so strange, boss…”
The stall was barely wide enough for two adults to stand knee-to-knee.
Her shoe tip hovered over my shoe, trembling.
She could not move a finger under hypnosis.
“Why did you call me to the restroom?”
“I didn’t… call you…”
“You sent a KakaoTalk message.”
She bit her lower lip in shame.
“I really meant don’t come… I sent it to stop you logically…”
She spoke desperately against her will, yet her delicate fingers had already crawled toward my belt buckle.
She froze when her fingertips touched the metal, then clutched it roughly, forehead creased.
“I really don’t know why… ha…”
The sentence was identical to the one she had screamed into the phone last night in my studio.
Only the location had changed to this ugly corporate restroom stall.
She was already soul-bound beneath my gaze.
I did not need to force her eyes open.
My arrogant command alone would suffice.
“Be honest about what your body wants.”
Short, heavy.
Ha Eun-seo’s eyes filtered it through her broken mind as sweet permission toward herself.
She blinked, then knelt on the floor first.
Her office skirt hem reached the cold tile, humiliatingly low.
One hand braced on the dirty floor, the other fumbled my belt buckle.
Clink. Click.
The zipper slid down smoothly behind the clanging sound.
She stared at my massive, heated cock, eyes wide, swallowing saliva as she took in every inch.
The absolute owner from last night was now burning hot before her.
“It’s really strange… boss…”
Her lips remained after failing to smile at me.
“Why am I kneeling first in front of everyone at work…?”
She blamed her hypnotic brain, yet her red lips were already reaching greedily for my cock.
Hot breath brushed the sensitive head before her tongue did.
She licked once, long and slow, then pulled back shyly.
A thin string of saliva stretched and snapped.
When she finally took me deeper, the depth and greed were far more intense than before.
Her cheeks hollowed inward, narrowing the space around my shaft.
“Mmm… uee…!”
She looked up in surprise at the overwhelming heat invading her throat, yet refused to pull away.
Her white hand gripped the base, mouth stretching wider; strands of saliva ran down her chin and onto her thighs.
The skirt hem near the tile floor began to stain red from pressure.
I braced my palm against the plastic wall.
It was ice-cold.
Yet inside her mouth it was blazing hot and tight; she licked and bobbed with growing hunger, head moving wildly.
“Use your fingers too.”
She nodded frantically.
Her teeth grazed my shaft, so she closed her eyes and licked gently.
Wet lips pulled back with wet, slurping sounds echoing in the narrow stall.
Anyone entering now would ruin everything.
Even with the cool warning ringing in my brain, she sped up, driven only by hypnotic obedience.
After coating my cock with her saliva and precum, she worked both hand and mouth like cogs.
Each time her throat hit the head, she frowned, yet never asked me to stop.
“Eun-seo.”
She looked up with large eyes, mouth full.
The gaze was identical to the one she had given me over the phone at night, humping herself while calling my name lewdly.
The same obsessive tremble as she masturbated alone.
I stroked her black hair once, then gripped the wall harder, watching below.
She sensed my approaching climax, pulled back slightly, leaving a long string of saliva between her open lips and the flushed head.
“Boss… it’s weirdly bitter and not sweet at all…”
She was only making an excuse to hide her shame.
She stuck her tongue out wide under my cock, then took me back in, her nose pressing against my lower abdomen.
She gagged slightly, shoulder shaking, yet continued with both hands on my thighs.
My legs tingled with electric nerves.
Her own knees were probably raw on the cold tile.
The sky-blue blouse hem was wrinkled on the floor, and her breathing grew faster than my rough one.
She had reached her limit first.
Even under hypnosis, she instinctively sensed the change in my body and tightened her lips faster, only her mouth filling the space now.
The friction sound in her throat was identical to the one I had heard through the phone last night.
“Eun-seo, I’m cumming.”
She looked up with wide eyes but kept me deep.
She knew the warning meant she would swallow every drop, yet she took me even deeper.
Her face was that of a broken slave who believed she had done everything of her own free will.
Footsteps sounded outside.
The main door of the women’s restroom creaked open, sharp pump heels clicking on the tile.
Another click, another click.
Water ran at the sink, and a woman hummed while fixing her makeup.
Ha Eun-seo froze instantly, eyes wide.
One wrong move with her teeth would wound me.
I pressed her slender wrist down slowly instead.
She carefully pulled back, gagged on the thick saliva, then covered her mouth with her hand.
Her eyes were already filled with fear toward the stall gap.
The woman at the sink washed her hands for a long time, then left after picking up her bag and fixing her hair.
The short notification sound, the wet patter of hands, and the rustle of paper towels followed.
Finally the main door closed with a heavy thud.
Inside the narrow stall, no one dared breathe loudly.
When the outside silence returned, Ha Eun-seo let out the breath she had held, pressing her forehead to my trousers.
“Boss… I almost had a heart attack because I almost got caught…”
Her voice was rough with excitement and fear.
I zipped my pants and fastened my belt.
Sweat made my palm slide on the plastic wall.
“Put your pants back on.”
She stood painfully, red marks clearly printed on her white knee.
Even if she smoothed her skirt, the red traces would not disappear.
Instead of reaching for the sink, she gently rubbed my shirt sleeve over the spot where my precum and her lipstick had stained the fabric.
“Boss… I really am strange, aren’t I…?”
The exact same question from the cafeteria table.
Her swollen lips were now a deep, unnatural red from being stretched around my cock.
“You were supposed to act normally at work.”
She nodded, then paused to check my eyes before unlocking the door.
She wanted permission to exit safely.
I simply unlocked it.
The cool corridor was empty.
She rushed to the mirror, rinsed her mouth three times, and stared at her reflection.
Both cheeks and her lips were flushed bright red; she no longer looked like the dignified Ha Eun-seo.
“Go back to the office first.”
“Yes… boss.”
Standing at the doorway, her lips were stained with unspoken submission and my saliva.
She left first.
I waited until the sound of her heels faded down the dark corridor, then closed the stall door.
I turned the faucet and washed my hands roughly with ice-cold water.
The back of my fingers trembled from excitement.
Climax had been denied.
That unfinished ache settled heavily in my lower abdomen.
Her warm mouth and the woman’s footsteps outside seemed glued together and impossible to separate.
When I returned to my cubicle, Seo Jae-won sat slouched, freshly lit cigarette in hand.
He looked up from the lounge.
“Yo, Han Si-woo. Where the hell were you locked up all day?”
“Restroom.”
“Tsk, how long do you spend in the toilet? Pooping?”
“Lots of people on the 4th floor, so I had to wait.”
My short, dry lie made it sound like the most ordinary thing.
Seo Jae-won cleared his nose with a tissue, then spoke softly over the chat.
“By the way, about lunch. Why did Eun-seo sit right beside you? She said you have something for her?”
“Nothing happened.”
“Nothing happened but why is she always glancing at only you?”
He pointed at her empty chair.
Ha Eun-seo had returned from the stairwell, face still flushed, and walked back to her seat.
Seo Jae-won was trying to decide whether her awkward expression was just overtime or something more sinister.
She sat, stole one glance toward my corner, then forced her eyes to the screen.
She was desperately pretending to work under my command.
Her performance was clumsy.
The mouse cursor circled the same Excel cell without purpose.
Just before quitting, a group chat message appeared.
[Seo Jae-won: Skip the evening dinner party. Team leader file is coming, everyone work late.]
[Park Min-soo: Whoa, boss? Eun-seo, you staying?]
[Ha Eun-seo: I’m staying because of planning team materials.]
[Seo Jae-won: Oh, Eun-seo is working hard. Who are you staying with? Transparent human Si-woo?]
[Ha Eun-seo: …No, I’m staying alone.]
Alone.
She appeared the perfect, quiet female coworker in the chat, yet here she had knelt before my cock on the restroom floor.
I left no reaction.
Her private message popped up in the corner.
[Ha Eun-seo: Boss… do I really look that crazy to you?]
[Ha Eun-seo: I sent the message not to come but I knelt first.]
[Ha Eun-seo: You didn’t say not to because you were disgusted…]
It was the exact truth.
I had never forced her to kneel.
She had done it first, opened her mouth first, and sent the contradictory message first.
With thumb hovering, I changed my mind and sent one cold lash.
“Stop showing off so much saliva at work.”
The 1 became zero the moment it sent.
[Ha Eun-seo: Yes… I’m sorry, boss.]
[Ha Eun-seo: But the climax was interrupted because of the footsteps…]
[Ha Eun-seo: That unfinished feeling keeps pricking my head.]
Interrupted climax.
Same as last night’s finger in my room, same as today’s oral in the restroom.
Both times an external obstacle—the woman’s footsteps—had brutally cut the moment short.
Bag zipper zipped behind my partition.
Ha Eun-seo stood.
Before I could even whip the read-ignoring lash, she was already walking toward the elevator.
She never looked back even when the hallway light faded.
The way she acted like she was not looking back only made the desperation behind it more obvious.
Seo Jae-won leaned against my partition.
“Yo, Han Si-woo. Did you do something to Eun-seo from behind today?”
“Just eating lunch together.”
“Just one meal? Bullshit.”
I turned off the monitor and picked up my bag.
In my dark studio apartment, I touched the metal buckle again.
The feel of her hand unlocking it while kneeling remained.
Even if it was a delusion, it no longer mattered.
The absolute dominance was already mine.
My phone vibrated.
Ha Eun-seo.
[Ha Eun-seo: Boss… tomorrow morning too]
[Ha Eun-seo: I’ll always leave a coffee with a dot]
[Ha Eun-seo: My message reply…]
The sentence cut off.
The [typing…] indicator flickered, then finally a new line appeared.
[Ha Eun-seo: You don’t have to reply…]
[Ha Eun-seo: I’ll just leave them every morning alone.]
Exactly the same plea as the crumpled note under the coffee this morning.
She had knelt first in front of my cock, yet could never escape the trap I had set.
It was a heartbroken confession from a submissive female.
I flipped the phone onto the bed.
Perfect read-ignoring control.
Lights off, I lay in darkness and replayed the day in reverse.
Ha Eun-seo had first placed her tray beside mine, first delayed greeting me, first sent the restroom location via message, first knelt before my eyes.
The more I whipped the distance command at work, the more she, maddened by lack, stepped outside the safety of her usual barrier.
Today she had opened the doors of her room and the restroom first, waiting for me.
Being caught meant social ruin.
The woman’s pump heels pounding the 4th-floor restroom door had proven it once more.
Yet in my mind the final plea from her lingered like a tattoo.
“Do I really look that crazy to you?”
It was strange.
Strangely destructive.
Yet that obscene strangeness would return tomorrow morning as the warmth of the coffee cup placed on my desk, the black dot clearly marked.
I closed my eyes slowly.
The warm mouth of Ha Eun-seo inside the 4th-floor stall came first, followed by the icy click of the lock.
And finally, the last trace in my dominance story was the ominous sound of the main restroom door at the peak moment.
