Thirty Minutes Plus Alpha
Thirty minutes, plus alpha.
Thirty minutes was the most I could carve out with Chae Dayeon. The "plus alpha" was cleanup — wiping everything down and getting back to our desks like nothing had happened.
If the clock ran out exactly the way I'd planned it, we'd be done around one-thirty.
It was 1:15 now.
Pahng—!
Brrrrrt—! Brrt—! Brrrrt, brrt—!
"Hnnn… nngh, nnnnhhh…"
"Hah…"
By the time we'd been at it for those thirty minutes, Chae Dayeon's insides were packed with what I figured was about three loads of cum.
If I'd had my way, I would have shoved every last scrap of work to the back of the line and kept going. Unfortunately, I did not yet run this company.
I eased my hips back, drawing my cock out of her with careful slowness.
"Nnnngh…"
The second I slipped free—
Bluurk—!
"Hnnn…!"
—everything that had been trapped inside her came surging out in thick, heavy pulses.
"Hah… Jesus."
It was the position, really. She was sitting up on the table with her legs spread, and the sight of my cum welling out from between them was so filthy I almost wanted a photograph. And the person responsible for a scene that obscene was—
"You came so much."
"That's your fault."
"Me? Why?"
"Why do you think. Because you're so damn sexy."
—Chae Dayeon, who had just created the most pornographic tableau imaginable and did not appear to have the faintest idea. Which somehow made it worse.
"I'm sexy?"
"……"
I'm gonna lose my mind.
For a second the urge hit so hard I nearly stepped right back between her legs.
And Dayeon, for her part, looked almost like she wanted more—
"Nnnnnngh…"
"What?"
"…Nngh…"
—or maybe not. That didn't look like disappointment.
Flushed face. Chest rising and falling in short, ragged breaths. Inner thighs trembling. And set against all of that, a slightly vacant, dazed leftover softness in her expression as she stared straight at me.
More precisely—
"Dayeon."
"Mm?"
"Wanna lick this?"
—she was staring, very fixedly, at my cock, which was still glazed with my cum and her own wetness.
The Notes had always made her love licking me. And now that same cock was streaked with white in a dozen places, which had apparently done to her brain exactly what a dangling string does to a cat.
"…Yeah. I wanna lick it."
"Can you get down?"
"Get dow— nnh…"
"Take my hand. Hold on and come down."
"Mm…"
She took the hand I offered and climbed carefully off the table. Her legs were still shaking the way her thighs had been, enough that she actually stumbled — and she used that stumble as a perfectly good excuse to sink into a crouch right in front of me.
And then she stared.
"Nnnnngh…"
She stared so hard it was starting to embarrass me, eyes locked on my cock — and then she let her tongue slip out and licked the tip.
"Sluurp—."
And after that, she went at it the way a cat goes after a tube of cream treats: focused, greedy, tireless.
"Nngh, slurp… lick, slurp, slurp… aahhn, lick, lick, sluurp—."
Which, given the Notes currently running on her, meant she was getting herself worked up all over again just from licking me.
Sure enough, the faint calm that had settled over her face the moment we'd finished was already burning off. Her cheeks went a deeper red. Her breathing roughened. Her legs started to tremble again.
But more than any of that—
"Haaah… ahh… nngh—"
Her eyes.
She looked up at me with that wide, wanting stare and took me into her mouth.
I knew what she wanted by now.
I set both hands on her head and rolled my hips forward, filling that small mouth past capacity until I was pressing against the back of her throat.
"Mmph…!"
Pressure on the throat makes the body try to push something up. Fighting that reflex on instinct is what puts tears in someone's eyes.
The funny part was this:
"…Pwahhh…"
Tears did well up in Dayeon's eyes. Her expression did not change at all.
If anything—
"…Lick, slurp… lick, lick, slurp—."
—she kept giving the head these small, asking little licks, staring straight up at my face the whole time. Like she wanted more.
Cats really are impossible to read.
So I gave her what she wanted.
"Mmph—!!"
That is the charm of a cat, and it is also why people will twist themselves into knots trying to give a cat exactly what it asked for.
"Nngh, mmph, nngh, slurp, nn, nngh, hk, aahhn, nngh—!"
I held her head properly now and started rolling my hips, the same easy rhythm I'd use if I were fucking her pussy. From her side of it, it had to be rough. It had to hurt. She kept staring up at my face with those wide eyes anyway.
Her face was burning. Tears gathered and spilled. Drool spilled faster than the tears. And through all of it, the look on her face stayed so clean it was almost innocent — like she was the most harmless thing in the world.
"Nngh, slurp, suck, mmph, nngh, aahh—"
"Hah… Dayeon. I'm coming."
"Nn, nngh, aahh, mmph, slurp, nnnngh—"
That gap — the filth of what she was doing set against the purity of her face — yanked the orgasm up out of me hard.
Brrrrrt, brrt—! Brrrt—! Brrt—!
"Nnnnnnnnnh…"
"Hah…"
I kept just enough pressure in my hands that she couldn't pull her head back, and not enough to crush her throat, and I came like that.
I could feel her mouth the entire time I was emptying into it. Her mouth was so small her teeth naturally grazed my cock. The ridged roof of it clung close enough that I felt every bump. Her tongue, moving without her even meaning to, rubbed along the underside of the head.
And then—
"Mmph… nngh…"
—her throat. Tightening around me in little squeezes every time she swallowed, like taking my cum was the most obvious thing in the world.
And even after she'd swallowed all of it, Dayeon—
"…Slurp, slurp, lick, sluurp… lick, slurp—."
Talking Chae Dayeon out of licking my cock after she had already swallowed everything was a project. Not a crisis, exactly, but it took more effort than it should have.
The real work was the cleanup. The table. The floor. Even the hem of her skirt.
Once I'd wiped up every last trace of myself and we were about to leave the small conference room, Dayeon looked up at me with a faintly sulky little pout, like something was still sitting wrong.
"…Woojin."
"Yeah?"
"When are we taking the next exam?"
Ah. That was the something.
"Let's pick a day next week."
"Next week when?"
"Whenever works for you."
"Next week then… Saturday."
"Got it."
The second the next exam was on the calendar, Dayeon smiled. Just a little.
We were still inside the conference room, so—
"Dayeon."
I opened my arms. She trotted over and folded herself into them.
She fit against my chest like she'd been measured for it. I squeezed.
"—urk."
A small, crushed sound came out of her as the air left her lungs. Cute enough that I counted it as a win.
But what I'd really wanted to do was this.
Pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat—
Her ass. I'd heard cats like being tapped on the rear more than being stroked on the head.
"Whaaaat are you doiiiing—"
Apparently that wasn't wrong. Her voice wobbled with every tap, but she made no move to get out of my arms. If anything, she shifted her hips back a little so I'd have an easier angle.
I patted that ass for a good long while before we finally left the conference room.
Everyone else was already at their desks and deep in their own work, which I will generously call a blessing. Walking back onto the floor without anyone looking up meant the attention on me dropped to almost nothing.
Almost.
"You've retur—"
"Shh."
"……"
Min Seoeun had clocked me, but she shut her mouth on a single syllable, the way a well-trained dog should.
"Seoeun, what were you working on?"
"I was reviewing the list, sir."
"How far did you get?"
"Approximately half of it, sir."
"Okay. Keep going, and let me know when you're done."
"Understood."
I nudged her attention back onto her work, then took out the HR Management App.
What I pulled up, obviously, was Chae Dayeon's page.
First, I gave Chae Dayeon two points for the exam she'd just taken.
I'd told her ahead of time it would be a simple one, so she probably wouldn't have complained about a single point. Dayeon herself was more interested in having sex with me than she was in getting promoted, anyway.
I gave her two points anyway, because I wanted to enter this:
When she'd first walked into that conference room, Dayeon had clearly been trying to hold herself together, and just as clearly failing. Restless. Tight. Like something under her skin wouldn't sit still.
Forget the promotion. She wanted to have sex with me, now. She wanted to lick the person standing right in front of her, now. She wanted to lick me until she felt good.
And even so, she had made herself listen to what I was saying first.
A good attitude, sure… but I wanted to see what she'd look like if she really couldn't hold back. If she just jumped me. That was why I wrote the fourth Note.
"Assistant Manager. I have finished reading everything."
"Right. Go through and sort all of that, then email it over to me."
"Understood."
…Time to actually work.
The business trip was over.
"All right, then. We'll proceed on that basis."
"Understood. Thank you for your time, Team Leader."
Han Minah smiled the kind of smile that made whoever was looking at her feel better about their entire day. The man across from her watched that smile, and then—
"If you're not in a rush, perhaps we could grab a meal before you head back…"
"A meal?"
"Yes, yes. The deal went so well, and it went well because of you. The least we can do is treat you to dinner. It'd only be polite."
He offered it smoothly. Or, depending on how you heard it, not smoothly at all.
Han Minah was not stupid enough to miss what sat underneath the invitation.
"No, that's all right. This is company-to-company business. There's no reason for me to be treated to anything. I'm fine, really."
Your company signed with my company. You and I did not sign anything.
She drew the line cleanly, stood, and left.
The moment she was out of the office, the smile dropped off her face.
"Hah…"
Anyone who actually knew Han Minah's temperament would have been a little startled by how hard her expression set.
"…Why am I burning up like this?"
She said it to herself. A private inventory of her own libido.
It was only two in the afternoon. The trip site was far enough from the office that she could go straight home if she wanted, and today of all days, her husband would actually be there.
She could, in theory, do something about this…
"……"
But would I even be satisfied?
In the end, Han Minah unlocked her phone.
"Whenever…"
Not today. Her husband was home. Woojin coming to the house was obviously out of the question, and her staying out overnight to see him was only slightly less impossible. She'd have to tell her husband she was sleeping somewhere else, and she did not have a reason that would survive even a polite amount of scrutiny.
Which left her with one option.
She picked the soonest day she could actually see him.