The Second Livestock Secretary
"Nngh...."
"Can't you endure it?"
Honestly, that was exactly it. The vibrations pulsing from her lower body were no joke. Maybe it was because they were pressing right against her panties.
"If you behave properly, the vibrations will stop without issue. This is just to test your resolve."
"...Understood."
Shiori gritted her teeth and bore it. She somehow managed to withstand the intense tremors all the way to the luxury sedan waiting at the entrance.
Once inside, they headed straight for the company.
"What kind of work do you do, exactly...?"
"Not you—it's Chairman. If you're going to be my secretary, you should at least know that much."
"Yes, Chairman."
"I suppose I should answer your curiosity first. I'm just an old man running a few companies. They're on the larger side, as you can see."
That was answer enough, thankfully. From the moment she'd climbed into the car, she'd been stunned to recognize it as the kind of luxury sedan her husband Fuji had raved about endlessly. If her memory served right, this model cost over 100 million yen. More than the debt she'd taken on.
"First, let me explain your duties as my secretary."
"...What are they?"
"Whenever, wherever—handle my sexual needs. That's condition number one."
It was what she'd braced for, so her response came easily enough.
"Yes, understood."
"Then let's test it now. Suck my cock."
The old man immediately parted his clothes, exposing his lower half. Shiori stared at the size of it in fresh shock.
"...Wh-what."
"Surprised by the size? For a Japanese man, I'm quite proud of it."
It was shockingly large, no doubt. Compared to her husband Fuji, it looked at least twice as big...
I shouldn't think like that.
Even if Fuji's was small, they'd had no issues with sex or conceiving their child.
Right—Fuji isn't small. This guy's just unrealistically huge...
Shiori desperately tried to convince herself. But as she leaned in to take it in her mouth as ordered, a sudden wave of fear washed over her. Up close, the old man's cock seemed even longer than her face.
...How long is this thing? At this length...
Staring at it right in front of her, she felt an emotion she hadn't experienced in ages—maybe even for the first time.
It's impressive... I kind of want to put it in my mouth.
It was a feeling she'd never had before. The thick, musky male scent wafting from it—something she'd never smelled from Fuji. Her lower body felt strangely wet.
Seeing her expression, the old man smirked subtly.
Simple. Even a woman who looks this pure turns into a bitch the moment she sees one of these.
In truth, the tea he'd made her drink earlier contained a small dose of aphrodisiac. That's why Shiori had seemed a bit overcome with emotion since then—it was the drug's effect. And now, it was in full swing.
"I'm getting bored waiting. Get to your secretary duties."
"...Yes."
Shiori hurriedly took the old man's cock into her mouth. It was incredibly warm inside.
To be frank, the old man wasn't satisfied. From his experience with skilled, insatiable women, Shiori—who was sucking cock for the first time—was hopelessly clumsy. Proper pleasure was out of the question.
But he enjoyed even that awkwardness. What he felt now was like a child scribbling freely on a blank white canvas. Not savoring a masterful technique, but defiling pure paper—that thought made his cock swell even harder, ready to burst.
Of course, as it grew larger than before, Shiori panicked. She bobbed her head frantically, mouth stretched wide. Her hair swayed and whipped with the motion. When strands fell forward, she swept them behind her ear, focusing intently on sucking.
It wasn't long before semen erupted from the old man's cock. The sudden fishy, warm sensation in her mouth made Shiori gag.
"...Urgh."
It had hit the back of her throat; now she was coughing and hacking.
"Excellent fellatio. I'll expect it often from now on."
Shiori clamped her mouth shut to stifle her coughs as she listened. She didn't even want to imagine what would happen if semen splattered on the car seats.
Even if she didn't know cars well, she could tell it would be a disaster.
Having swallowed every drop of semen, Shiori followed the old man out of the car and into the lavish building. The grand entrance evoked memories of the fancy hotel from her honeymoon.
As the old man entered, the man and woman in black suits flanking the door bowed in unison.
"Welcome, Chairman."
"Yes, good work."
He brushed it off casually, as if accustomed to such treatment. Shiori smiled faintly at the staff who greeted her too.
They boarded the chairman's private elevator immediately. It was far larger and more opulent than a standard office one. One wall was glass, offering a view outside. A glittering chandelier hung from the ceiling.
"...This is an elevator?"
Exaggerating a bit, it was as big as her and Fuji's entire living room. There were even comfortable chairs for the ride.
"The chairman's office is on the 34th floor. Satisfy me until we get there."
"Here...?"
Shiori glanced anxiously at the glass wall. Anything they did here would be visible to everyone.
"Refusing? Should I take that as you terminating the contract?"
"N-no, I was just surprised..."
"My patience isn't endless. Do it quickly if you're going to."
As Shiori leaned in to suck again, the old man stopped her.
"You haven't brushed your teeth yet. Why not use those lumps of flesh up top instead?"
He meant paizuri—titjob. Shiori unbuttoned her blouse and bared her breasts. No bra was allowed, so her bare tits were exposed.
Kneeling before him, she pressed them around his cock and rubbed. Despite having just cum in the car, it swelled again unbelievably.
Buried in her perfect, doughy breasts as she kneaded it diligently, it wasn't long before fresh white semen spurted out. This time, it coated her entire face, making Shiori grimace briefly.
"There's a bathroom before the office. Wash your face clean there. And rinse your mouth thoroughly, of course."
"...Understood."
Stepping out led straight to the chairman's office. As he'd said, a bathroom was right beside the elevator—lavishly appointed, clearly for his exclusive use.
After washing her face and mouth as ordered, she saw the chairman seated in his chair.
"Now for your second duty today. It's your first day—probation—so no going home. Tomorrow, I'll let you."
"...Understood."
"First, I'll call someone to assist with your duties."
The old man picked up the desk phone and murmured in English. Shiori couldn't follow. Partly due to her limited education, but mostly because her ears hadn't adjusted to this nightmare yet.
Moments later, the door opened to reveal a massive black man—four of Shiori stacked wouldn't reach his height.
"You called, Chairman?"
His Japanese was awkward, but intelligible.
"Yes, Johnson. Haven't called on you in a while. Doing well?"
"Thanks to you, Chairman. And this one?"
Johnson eyed Shiori intently. She shuddered under his gaze.
"Yes, her this time. You're the expert at training, aren't you?"
"That's right."
"Same as always—take good care of her. Don't break her too quickly."
"Understood."
The word break hit her. Instinctively sensing something off, Shiori glared at the old man.
"Break? What do you mean? You promised no dangerous—"
In that instant, the old man grabbed her chin with a glare utterly unlike before.
"One backtalk is forgiven. Twice, and you're out. I promised nothing life-threatening, as agreed. But this is entirely different."
At his nod, Johnson approached.
"From now on, I'll turn you into a woman who can only think about sex and cock."