Let Me Call My Husband (5)
I'd been taking her slow — then I slammed in hard. Mid-sentence on the phone, Han Minah crumpled face-first onto the table.
Even so, some scrap of awareness that she was talking to her husband still held. The instant I drove into her, she ripped the phone from her cheek and clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Nngh-hhhhh...!!"
I was too far from the phone to make out the words, but I could tell he was saying something. If I could hear that much, there was no way Han Minah couldn't.
"Mmh...! N-no, no... I'm fine, I'm really fi— hah, I'm fine... Yeah, I-I'll call you before I leave... hah, hah, I'll call... Yeah, mm...!"
She blurted out whatever would keep him from getting suspicious, hung up, and tossed the phone onto the table.
Thud.
And in the same breath — as if every moan she'd been choking back had finally become too much to bear — she let out a cry loud enough that I wondered if it would carry all the way into the hallway.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap—!!
"Hah, haah, nngh... mmh, haaahn, n-hah, aaah, aaaahnngh, n-nnnngh, hah, haaaahn...!"
Honestly, I thought she'd be angry.
I knew perfectly well that if our relationship ever came to light, it wouldn't just be Han Minah who was finished. I'd be ruined right along with her. I knew that. And still — watching her talk so sweetly with her husband, something in my gut just... surged. That was why I'd done it.
It had been a genuinely dangerous stunt, and now that a little time had passed, even I couldn't quite explain why. If it was that reckless for me, it must have been twice as dizzying for her.
But right now—
Slap, slap, slap, slap—!
"Haaahn... nngh, nngh, hah, Woojin, aaaahn... n-nngh, in... inside, do it inside me again, insiiide..."
—she didn't seem to care about any of that. If anything, she was begging me to fill her up all over again.
The thrill. The transgression. And Han Minah's pleading on top of it. I drank in all three, thick and deep.
Slap—!
A long, heavy pulse. Another. Another, another—
"Haaaah... ahh...!"
"Huuuh..."
I gripped her ass tight and came inside her again, thick and slow. It felt so good I actually had the presence of mind, once I'd finished filling her, to check the time.
Roughly nine-thirty.
If it were up to me I'd have kept going, obviously... but if I was going to show her situation any consideration at all, it was probably time to wrap this up. I eased back.
And of course, same as before—
...Glrk.
"Nnhh..."
The load I'd just pumped into her welled up and spilled out of her pussy in a rush. Han Minah seemed to sense this climax was the last one of the night. The tension she'd been using to hold herself up on the table went slack, and she started to fold, little by little.
Slowly. Very slowly, she let the strength drain from her legs, and naturally...
Thump. Thump.
She ended up slumped there with nothing but her face still resting on the table.
"Haaaah... n-haaah, haaah... hah, hhk! Haaaaah..."
She stayed like that for a long while, panting. The moment any strength came back into her body, the first thing she did was look at me.
I figured this time, at least, she'd be angry.
"...Hah."
She wasn't. If anything... she smiled, with an expression I couldn't quite read.
Maybe. The Han Minah I'd known until now was the kind of terrifying person who smiled even when she was dressing down a subordinate... so I wondered if that smile meant she was about to tear into me.
"...Ah, Woojin. Seriously. What the hell do you think you're doing..."
It wasn't that.
There was a note of reproach in it, sure — but it was much closer to a sulk than an actual scolding. If I wanted to put the kindest possible spin on it, it meant the sex had been that good.
Han Minah may have been satisfied. Looking at my cock, though — still standing stiff — it was fair to say I wasn't.
"Honestly, Woojin... you really..."
She flicked a glance at it, then carefully shifted her weight and came toward me. Without a word, she set her hands on my thighs and started licking.
"Hauuum... slurp, shhhlurp... chk... chk, shhllp, shhhllp..."
Looking down at her face... honestly, the face itself didn't look all that different from when she'd been exhausted earlier. Hair slightly mussed. A bead of sweat standing out. Eyes a little unfocused, almost vacant.
But watching that face work not a stack of documents but my cock was so filthy it made my head spin.
"Nnmm... slurp, shhhllp, chk... shhllp, chk, slurp—! Shhhllp, hauuump—."
I had a feeling she'd put her tongue on me purely to clean me off. But she must have felt it — the way I swelled a little further the moment she touched me — because the way she sucked started turning more and more blatant.
"...Slurp, shhhllp—! Slurp, shhllp, shhhllp, hah... hauuum, slurp, shhhllp, slurp, slurp, shhhllp—!"
Like she'd figured out I still wasn't done. Like she was telling me to hurry up and come. Like she was telling me it was all right if I did.
I doubted that was the whole story, though.
Sucking me off was still skinship, same as the sex. And the rule that contact with me got her far more worked up than usual was still very much in effect — which meant Han Minah, who had just finished having sex, was getting aroused all over again.
Which is why—
"Haaaah... hah, ahhnnmm, slurp, shhllp, nnuump, slurp, shhllp, slurp, shhhllp, slurp, slurp, shhhllp—!"
—that faintly self-satisfied look of hers softened into something almost tender, like she was trying to swallow down every drop.
So I didn't hold back.
"Team Leader, hah... I'm close."
"Slurp, mm, it's okay, ahhp, slurp, shhllp, shhllp, shhllp...!"
A long, heavy pulse. Another, another — a thick, rolling throb—
"Nnnnmmph—!"
"Hah..."
I set a hand lightly on her head and came. Han Minah blinked, startled, then smiled again, soft and easy. She kept her lips sealed around me the whole time, waiting for me to finish, and then...
"...Nnm, nnp, ahhp..."
Slowly. She swallowed everything filling her mouth, in several careful gulps.
"...Chk, shhllp, chk, shhhlllp..."
And last of all, she licked the last bead of cum from the tip, neat and gentle, before rising to her feet.
"Haaaah..."
But her legs, as she stood, had a faint tremor in them... and I had a pretty good idea the cause was how hard she'd gotten herself worked up all over again while she was sucking me.
"If you're all right, Team Leader... want to go a little longer?"
"......"
I floated it out there, casual, nodding at the heat still lingering in her. Han Minah just stared at my cock, still glistening with her own spit, and then...
"...We should go. It's time."
She made her case for how a woman her age had made Team Leader at a major corporation — by showing off a self-control that sharp.
Still. Wanting more was wanting more. As if to soothe that leftover ache just a little, she walked slowly up to me and rose onto her toes.
Peck.
Utterly, endearingly bratty about it — not a kiss. A peck, planted on my lips.
"...Woojin."
"Yes."
"I want a really high score today..."
"......"
I decided I'd give Han Minah a five today, same as Lim Jiwoo — and together, the two of us cleaned the pantry I'd gotten filthy with my cum.
Friday.
Before she left the house, Min Seoeun drew a long breath against the tightness in her chest.
"Haaah..."
Today... today was finally the day with her Master.
She still had no idea how any of it would unfold, so she'd packed everything she could reasonably think of. A spare change of underwear and pantyhose. Feminine wash. Mouthwash.
"Ah. This."
And the wireless vibrator Woojin had given her.
She hadn't used it since that one time, but Min Seoeun had charged it every single day. And she'd carried it with her every single day. Just in case, someday, Woojin might want to use it.
Already his loyal hound, Min Seoeun left the house in high spirits and set out for the office.
A bus. A stretch of walking. The subway.
Even among the crush of other commuters, Min Seoeun stood out by a wide margin. Her face? Her figure? The way she carried herself?
No. Not those. Her height.
She was already a shade over five-seven, and with the heels on top of that, Min Seoeun was physically impossible to miss. The face, the body, the presence — those came after. But once the men had looked, Min Seoeun's face and figure and presence made damn sure their eyes didn't go anywhere else.
A little intimidating, maybe, but unmistakably pretty — a face you could only call dog-like. Not a cute puppy. A dog. Those long, long legs, and a body the office look flattered almost unfairly well. And that particular heavy atmosphere of hers, the one that made people think twice about coming any closer.
Thanks to that atmosphere, at least, not a single useless man tried to approach her the whole way in. Min Seoeun spent the commute thinking about what would happen with Woojin that evening.
What will he do. And what should I do.
She was still turning it over when she arrived at the office. The only person already there was Park Chihyeon, the other new hire who'd joined with her.
"Morning, Seoeun."
"Good morning."
She answered Park Chihyeon's greeting with something flat and mineral, sat down at her desk, and booted up her computer. Watching her, Park Chihyeon...
"...Hey, Seoeun."
"Yes?"
"After work today. You want to grab dinner or something? We did join at the same time, we're the same year and all. If we got a little closer, I figure there'd be a lot we could help each other with."
Han Minah, with that angel-soft warmth that made anyone looking at her feel warmer just for it. Lim Jiwoo, the kind of woman who made you think you'd hand over everything you owned. Min Seoeun, taciturn, but the type you'd grab by the collar and kiss the second you fell for her.
Of the three, the one Park Chihyeon had chosen — well, chosen made it sound worse than it was. The one his heart had gone to hardest was Min Seoeun.
Han Minah was a married woman, so he didn't even dare. Lim Jiwoo he'd given up on because if he ever actually fell, he was pretty sure he'd hand over everything he had, and he didn't have anything to begin with.
That didn't mean Min Seoeun was the consolation prize.
"It's not like I've got some weird thing for you or anything. Just dinner. Dinner only. Wouldn't it be nice to just eat and talk about the company, about work, that kind of thing?"
Sometimes when she smiled... God, she was so, so cute. And when that low voice of hers settled in, there was something cool about it too. He didn't even need to go on — her face itself was just that pretty. And that height, and the toned body that went with it, which he'd stolen glances at more times than he could count.
"I'm sorry. I have a prior engagement this evening."
"Ah... you do?"
"Yes. I'm sorry."
Min Seoeun shut down Park Chihyeon's dinner invitation clean and cold. Pushing one more time from here would risk coming off as a nuisance, and he knew that — but he liked her enough to cling anyway.
"Then maybe next week, just once..."
"Morning, everyone—."
"Good morning, Assistant Manager."
But the moment Woojin walked in, Min Seoeun shot up out of her chair, and Park Chihyeon's dinner invitation evaporated on the spot. He greeted Woojin a little sullenly, as if the interruption were his fault.
"...Good morning, Assistant Manager."
"Hey. Morning to you too, Chihyeon."
Min Seoeun, however, turned a frightening look on Park Chihyeon for daring — daring — to greet Woojin like that...
"Seoeun."
...and then her head snapped around at the sound of Woojin's voice, and at what he said next she nodded so hard it practically flapped.
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
"Let's wrap up early today."
"...Yes."