Min Seoeun's Stay Training (5)
Does Min Seoeun like me? Or does she love me?
I can say with certainty that it's neither.
There might be a sliver of fondness between us as one human being to another, but it doesn't stretch as far as affection. Min Seoeun said so herself.
And yet the reason she puts her tongue to my cock like she'd been waiting for it has nothing to do with fondness or affection. Something far more powerful is at work. Reverence. The kind of feeling a dog has when it looks at its owner — or something even stronger than that. A sense of belonging.
Which is why, even with a vibrator buzzing away inside her, Min Seoeun still hasn't taken her tongue off my cock.
Not that she isn't reacting at all.
"Nngh, nnhh... nnghnnn, nnhhh...!"
Her breathing has gone ragged. She's making these rather cute little sounds. Her body keeps giving these tiny, twitching shudders. And still, Min Seoeun neither pulls her tongue away nor swallows me down whole — nothing I haven't told her to do. She simply waits until the words come out of my mouth.
"...Seoeun. You can suck it now."
"Aauumph—!"
The instant permission leaves my lips, Min Seoeun squeezes her eyes shut and shoves my cock deep into her mouth. And from there, as if determined to collect on every second of the five minutes she'd been made to wait—
"Nnghmp, slurp, shluurp, slurp, haah... aauumph, slurp, shluup, slurp—! Slurp, slurp, slurp, shluuurp, hhaaump, slurp, shluuuurp...!"
—she sucks my cock like it's the best thing she's ever tasted.
Lim Jiwoo, who used to fawn all over me. Chae Dayeon, who already knows that licking me makes her feel good. Even Han Minah, who always had that unshakable composure. Not one of those three ever sucked my cock with more relish than Min Seoeun is right now.
And me? Of course it feels good, with her going at it this hard. But Min Seoeun, the one actually doing the sucking, looks like she's enjoying herself even more than I am.
I wonder if it's the vibrator still buzzing inside her, so I quietly switch it off. Not even close.
"Haaaah... haah... aauumph, slurp, shluuurp, slurp, shluup, slurp—! Slurp—! Shluuurp, nnghmp, slurp, shluuurp—!"
If anything, with the distraction gone, Min Seoeun sucks even harder.
Which is exactly when—
"Slurp, aaaumph, slurp, shluuurp..."
"Seoeun. Stop."
"Slurp..."
Stop. I issue the Stay command one more time, and Min Seoeun flinches and freezes.
The disappointment, though, is written all over her face and her posture. That pleading look she gives me. The lips still wrapped around my cock. The hand fidgeting restlessly on her thigh.
But.
"Stop. Seoeun."
"...Nnghh..."
Told a second time, Min Seoeun lets the disappointment show plainly on her face and pulls off my cock. Then she just sits there, staring up at me... God, she really is like a dog.
Not in a bad way, obviously.
"Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager..."
"Do you want to suck it again?"
"...Yes."
"Suck what?"
"Assistant... Assistant Manager's... I want to suck it."
"Does it taste good?"
"...It is delicious."
If she stuck her tongue out and started panting right now she'd look exactly like a puppy. I'll have to make her do that sometime. Could be fun.
"Seoeun. You said you'd been studying lately. Watching porn."
"That is correct."
"So you must have seen a lot of blowjobs, then."
"I have seen a great many, yes."
"Then what usually happens? In porn, when a woman uses her mouth, what does the guy do?"
"What does he do, in what sense..."
"Ah. When she uses her mouth, where does the guy usually come?"
"Usually... he ejaculates in her mouth as-is, or on her face... and occasionally he ejaculates on her chest."
We'll have to try all of those, obviously. But we're about to leave for the day, so coming anywhere other than her mouth is a little impractical.
"I'm going to come in your mouth. So what did the actresses usually do?"
"Usually... they swallowed."
"Just swallowed?"
"Be... before swallowing, they showed what was in their mouth, and then they swallowed."
"And you were planning to do it that way too?"
"Yes. That is what I intended to do."
"Good. Do that. You can su—"
"Aumph—!"
Before I can even finish giving her permission, Min Seoeun shoves her face onto my cock. And then, with everything she's got—
"Nnghmp, slurp, shluuurp, slurp, shluuurp—! Hhaaump, slurp, shluuurp—! Slurp, slurp, slurp—! Shluuurp—!"
—no technique whatsoever, just raw, relentless effort, she sucks and sucks. It's more than enough to drag me right up to the edge.
And so.
"I'm coming, Seoeun."
"...Slurp, shluuurp—! Aauumph, slurp, shluup, slurp, slurp, shluuurp...!"
I press down lightly on her head—
Throb—! Pulse—! Throb-throb-throb, pulse—!
"Nnghhhmp...!"
—and empty myself into Min Seoeun's mouth. A lot. A whole lot.
She has to show me what's in her mouth before she swallows. Because of that one simple instruction, Min Seoeun has no choice but to keep collecting my cum on her tongue. There's so much of it, though, that by the time I finish, her cheeks are puffed out, just slightly.
Careful not to spill a drop of that much cum, Min Seoeun keeps her lips sealed tight around my cock as she slowly sits back up. And then...
"...Aaahh..."
She opens her mouth and shows me the load filling it. Then—
"Nnghp...!"
—she closes her eyes a little and swallows that thick cum down, one gulp at a time.
That alone would have been plenty worth praising, but Min Seoeun goes further.
"Aaaah..."
She opens her mouth again and lets me confirm that she's swallowed every last bit.
A dog that reads her master's mind this well deserves a reward.
I stroke her hair, over and over, and praise her for it. And at that—
"...Haah, haah, haaaaah..."
—Min Seoeun starts to pant.
Time to go home.
Before we leave the small conference room together, I carefully offer Min Seoeun one of the candies sitting by the water cooler. We'll be talking on the drive, after all, and given what she just had in her mouth...
There is, however, a slight misunderstanding.
"...Thank you, Assistant Manager."
"No — don't pocket it. Eat it now."
"I was going to eat it after dinner..."
"I know that's a lie. Eat it now."
"......"
She seems to have taken the candy as some kind of prize, because she starts tucking it into her pocket. I end up having to give her a second one. I didn't even buy these. Is she really assigning that much meaning to them?
I file it away as further proof of just how large her feelings toward me have grown, and we leave the conference room together.
We ride the elevator all the way down to the B2 parking garage, get in the car, and before I punch Min Seoeun's address into the GPS, I take a moment to glance over her page.
I hesitate for a second. Then I award Min Seoeun one promotion point.
Current Performance Evaluation Score — 1 pt (±)
We didn't actually have sex, and it wasn't as if we did all that much, so one point feels about right. And even that single point is enough to get this kind of reaction.
"......"
"Seoeun."
"Y-yes! Yes, Assistant Manager."
Min Seoeun responds like I've just handed her the world. Compared to that candy she looked ready to treat like a family heirloom, this is the real reward.
"I don't usually give out points for this kind of thing, but you work so hard and you do such a good job. That's why I'm giving you the point."
"...I will continue to work hard. Thank you, Assistant Manager."
Hearing myself say that out loud, I sound like some insufferable old-timer, so I drop the self-congratulation fast. Planning next Friday with Min Seoeun seems like a far more constructive use of the drive.
"We said we'd leave together next Friday, right?"
"That is correct, Assistant Manager."
"After work we'll head out toward Gwangmyeong. Spend the night at a motel, grab lunch the next day. If you've got time, we can hang around through the afternoon and then go our separate ways."
"That sounds good."
In her current state, Min Seoeun would probably say yes to anything I proposed. Still. She's a newly adopted puppy, and there are things I want to do for her too.
"This is just to confirm. You said you'd been watching a lot of porn lately, right?"
"...Yes. That is correct."
"How much did you watch?"
"......"
Given the subject matter, even Min Seoeun — who normally answers without hesitation — hedges a little.
"...Quite, quite a lot. I believe I watched quite a lot. I did not count the exact number of videos or the hours, so I am not certain."
"Just a ballpark, then. Around a hundred?"
"I would estimate I looked through roughly that many, yes."
"Did you just watch whatever came up, or did you search for specific keywords?"
"I did not search for anything in particular. As you said, I watched them one by one starting from the ones on the first page. However, since I was not watching them in order to... that is... do it by myself, I skipped through in ten-second increments."
"Right, that makes sense. You were watching to analyze. So, among the ones you saw, was there anything you liked?"
"Anything I liked..."
...There was, I think.
"...Yes. There was."
"What kind of video, roughly?"
"Uh..."
Knowing Min Seoeun's personality, she'll name whatever video matches the word that just popped into her head. Servant — similar to Lim Jiwoo's leanings, and at the same time the complete opposite.
"...The, the kind where they serve someone as their Master..."
The Brat persona I'm planning to build in Lim Jiwoo is the type that provokes on purpose, because she wants to be overpowered and put in her place. But the Servant taking root in Min Seoeun is the opposite of that. Nothing but Master. Sit when told to sit. Give a paw when asked. Bark when told to bark. A loyal Doberman looks best when she listens — and whether this tendency was already sitting somewhere inside Min Seoeun or not, she went and found it on her own.
"Yeah. I like that kind of thing too."
"Ah, yes. Yes, Assistant Manager."
"And that vibrator from earlier."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
By the time we pull up near Min Seoeun's place, I hold out the vibrator box I'd left on the back seat.
"The manual and the charger and all that are in here. You don't need me to remind you — whenever you think we're going to meet, always bring it with you. Then I'll play with you like I did today."
"......"
I'd framed today's test as a kind of playtime, and Min Seoeun's expression actually shifts in a positive direction.
"...Understood, Assistant Manager."
The next day. Friday.
It's supposed to be the kind of day you ease through — leave early, take it easy — but for some reason this particular Friday is insanely busy. Paying the price for slacking off the last few days, maybe.
I grind through the work like a dog, and eventually a sliver of breathing room opens up. Around three in the afternoon.
Ding—
"Ah..."
I check Ju Harin's texts in that brief pocket of free time, and I smile.