Bottomless Office (1)
It looked just like any ordinary company.
“Ihyeon, make some copies of this for me.”
“Sure thing.”
But if you looked closely—no, the moment you laid eyes on it, something felt off. Yoo Yeonhui, the team lead, along with everyone else in the office, had nothing covering their lower halves. Not a stitch. It was a scene straight out of a Japanese AV.
Is this what it's like if you get hired as a male AV actor in Japan? No wonder it's always ranked number one for job satisfaction.
“Hurry up!”
“On it.”
It felt like I was dreaming I'd become an AV actor, but this was reality. Hard to believe, sure.
“Here you go.”
“First time in a meeting, Ihyeon?”
I handed over the copied papers, and Yoo Yeonhui flipped through them to check for mistakes before asking. I'd been an intern for less than a month. There had been meetings in that time, but I'd been stuck with odd jobs and never properly attended one.
“Yeah.”
“Then come in with me today.”
“Got it.”
Talking to Team Lead Yoo Yeonhui, who was naked from the waist down, had blood rushing straight to my groin. Several hours had passed since I clocked in. I should've been used to it by now, but I couldn't hold back—my dick sprang to full erection, making its presence known.
She spotted it, her eyebrow twitching as she asked, “Ihyeon, what's this?”
“Huh?”
“You're hard.”
“Sorry?”
What was I supposed to say? She was already pretty, and even in slightly revealing clothes, it was hard to stay soft. But with her bikini line trimmed pubes on full display, telling me not to get hard was just cruel. Impossible, even.
“If you're gonna get it that big, you should just cum already. What are you waiting for?”
“Cum?”
“Yeah, I'll help you out, so hurry up and blow.”
She reached out with her hand.
“We don't have much time till the meeting, so make it quick.”
“Hngh!”
Her hand, urging me to cum, wrapped around my throbbing dick. Her slightly cool fingers made even more blood surge in. Slowly, her hand slid up and down. Her technique was a bit clumsy as she worked to get me off, but the situation itself was so arousing.
Can I ask other people for this too?
While getting a handjob from Team Lead Yoo Yeonhui, I pictured the office women I'd glimpsed. There were plenty of pretty ones who stuck in my memory, even from brief encounters. Could I get handjobs from all of them? Maybe even more?
Before I knew it, the thought slipped out. “Fuck, this feels amazing.”
“Then cum already. Don't make my arm tired.”
Thinking I was talking to her, she sped up, shaking my dick faster.
“Guh!”
I tried to say it wasn't meant for her, but any excuse died in my throat. She squeezed my shaft like she was annoyed, her grip turning fierce enough to make me yelp. Her movements had seemed awkward at first, but she really didn't have much experience—now she was clutching it so hard it felt like she was milking a cow.
Twitch, twitch.
“Ngh!”
I was already on the edge, so my dick jerked and spat out thick white cum. The first shot flew hard, splattering her pale thigh, but her other hand darted to the tip to catch the rest.
“That took way too long. And you should've warned me before you came.”
“Oof.”
“Tch, no manners.”
She grimaced, then licked the cum pooled in her palm. She sucked the strands between her fingers with a wet smack, so naturally it looked like she'd spilled milk and was cleaning it up.
Slurp… “Isn't this a bit too thick? Haa…”
“Haha.”
The conversation felt so detached from reality, I didn't know what to say. One thing was clear, though: I loved this insane Bottomless Office concept.
While I basked in satisfaction, she sucked her fingers clean like the cum was the tastiest treat, polishing them off with wet pops. None of my exes had ever been this slutty. If one had, I'd have clung to her for dear life.
“Look, even the splatter on my thigh isn't dripping. How thick is this stuff?”
“Sorry.”
“It's fine. Means you're healthy.”
Was semen thickness really a health indicator? Before I could question it, she scraped the cum off her thigh, sucked her fingers clean, and gave an order.
“Alright, get ready for the meeting.”
“Got it.”
Her succubus-like display had my dick stirring again. But instead of showing it and begging for round two, I turned away to hide it. If she saw, she'd probably drain me again—and the meeting was cutting it close. Being late because of me could tank my chances of going full-time. Getting fired after internship was common, but other companies might not have the same concept. Maybe they did, but my gut said otherwise.
“Just observe and listen for now.”
“Got it.”
“But don't just sit there like a lump.”
“I'll study hard.”
“Good.”
She seemed pleased with my response and headed to the meeting room with the papers I'd copied. The meeting was already underway inside.
“Sorry we're late.”
Confirming it, she stepped forward, bowed in apology. Which meant, from behind her, I got a full view: her asshole to her pussy, all natural and exposed.
While I ogled her holes, she explained the delay—and dropped something embarrassing.
“The intern got hard, so I was helping him out.”
This was humiliating. To everyone else, it was everyday chit-chat, but not for me. It felt like getting caught jerking off by my parents back in school.
Seeing me freeze up, she shot me a glare, signaling to play along. I bowed my head in apology.
“Sorry.”
“No big deal, it happens. Haha. Take a seat.”
Luckily, the bald department head smiled good-naturedly and forgave us. He really seemed like a kind guy—probably why he had that big framed photo on his desk of what looked like his stunning wife.
“Thanks.”
I aimed for an empty chair, but she grabbed me.
“Hold on, Ihyeon. Where do you think you're going?”
“Uh? Just to an empty seat?”
Was she seriously telling me to stand? This wasn't some '88 army barracks—no way that absurd—
“Sigh, where's your head at? Isn't this basic common sense?”
“……Sorry. Can you tell me what I should do?”
It was like a Japanese AV office. Who knew what rules they had for meetings? No clue, so I bowed and asked.
“The assistant sits first, then the lead sits on top.”
“Ah, sorry.”
“I get you're nervous for your first meeting, but don't space out.”
“Got it.”
What kind of concept was this? No one to ask, so frustrating.
It's great, sure, but…
As instructed, I sat in her spot first. She spread her legs wide and straddled me, her bare ass pressing against my dick, making it rock-hard.
“……Again? Meeting's on, so hold it in.”
“Got it.”
She felt my erection, glanced back with a pitiful look, and told me to behave. I wasn't planning to beg her to fix it right then. But thinking she'd probably milk me again soon had it throbbing harder.
“Let's start, then.”
“Huh?”
“Not you, Ihyeon.”
She looked annoyed as she asked, “No common sense? How'd you even get hired?”
“Sorry.”
All I could say was sorry. What was there to know? The company had flipped like this overnight. Even if it'd changed days earlier, it'd be the same. Her tone made it clear this was normal—no way to figure it out.
“Sigh… When the lead sits on top in a meeting room, you finger her pussy.”
“What the….”
Utterly ridiculous common sense. But if it was the rule, I had to follow. Quitting wasn't an option.
“Did you live abroad or something, Ihyeon?”
“Sorry.”
Not wanting a lecture, I apologized quick and slid my hand between her thighs. Unlike my raging hard-on, she wasn't aroused at all—her pussy was bone-dry.
“Team Lead Yoo, teaching your assistant is fine, but save it for after the meeting.”
“Sorry.”
“No, no, nothing for you to apologize for. Just be careful next time. Haha.”
The department head was as nice as ever. That photo of his wife explained it—she was a knockout.
“Team Lead, you're so dry. Mind lending some spit?”
“Go ahead.”
I asked just in case, but she approved without hesitation. I shoved my pussy-wet hand right into her mouth.