Prestige's Filthy Greeting
Next, I went straight to the security team's vice-captains. Having already witnessed how Kwon Dam-bi got wrecked, they trembled at the corners of their mouths, barely holding back the spasms as they introduced themselves. I rewarded them with sleazy kisses and envelopes of cash.
After the vice-captains' introductions, I did the same to the regular secretaries in the security team. I'd take their self-introductions, grope their faces all over, then kiss them. I'd knead their bodies like dough, rip open the tops of their clothes to expose their cleavage, and stuff the cash envelopes right in there.
I took my time savoring the team leader and vice-captains, but there were too many regular secretaries, so I just sampled them lightly and moved on. Even so, it took about fifteen minutes to get through one team.
"Haaah..."
Once I'd finished greeting the security team, the vast office felt steamy hot. Some were even panting a little, but damn, it looked good. Twenty-five beauties with their tops ripped open, cash envelopes jammed into their cleavage—what a vulgar, depraved sight. You won't find this anywhere else.
"Alright, next up..."
...
I handled everyone the same way as the security team. It took a while, but starting off crude like this ensures they'll submit to whatever depraved shit I throw at them later. They'll be handling all my filthy demands from now on, so isn't it polite(?) to warn them upfront what they're in for?
"Heut..."
Ninety-nine out of the hundred secretaries—Seo Aram excluded—all had their tops torn open, cash envelopes stuffed into their cleavage. It was one hell of a tantalizing view.
'Fuck, I've been hard for way too long.'
I desperately wanted to grab one midway and relieve myself, but I held back while working. Now that it was done, though? No problem. Over an hour had passed since I arrived, and I'd started this right away—so I'd been rock-hard the whole time with zero stimulation.
Time to give my cock the reward it deserves.
'Who should it be?'
I'm in the secretary office, so enjoying a secretary is only natural. I planned to drag the tastiest-looking one off to some private spot and pound her.
'Team leaders, probably?'
My eyes went straight to them first. Since I'd handpicked every one, they were extra hot.
'Security team leader Kwon Dam-bi for that healthy vibe. Strategy team leader Ra Seung-hee for the intellectual appeal. Execution team leader Jin Ji-hye for that serious, solemn flavor.'
Their images fit perfectly—because I'd selected and appointed them that way.
'Fuck it, why overthink? Any random one would taste amazing.'
"Great meeting everyone. Everyone except the team leaders, get back to work."
I casually pulled the team leaders aside.
"Sua."
"Yes, Master."
"They've got a women's restroom here, right? Put one in each stall."
"Ah! Yes, Master."
Did she catch on? Sua's expression turned sly and lewd as she led them off to the bathroom. I'd go in a bit and ravage them one by one.
'Might as well sightsee in the meantime.'
Come to think of it, I'd just groped and sucked since arriving. Should've toured the place a bit. My dick had hijacked my brain.
"Hey, you there."
"Y-yes! Master, what is it?"
"Give me a tour of the office."
I grabbed one secretary heading back to work and strolled through the security office. To keep my erection raging, I kept kneading her ass without pause. Sometimes I'd snag Seol or Levi for a feel too.
After a rough once-over, I sent her back to work and headed to the bathroom.
"You're here, Master."
Sua bowed politely in front of a door that screamed trouble. She seemed even more deferential here at Prestige.
'The secretary chief who's never set foot in Prestige... kinda funny.'
I patted her ass and stepped inside. It wasn't the bathroom I'd imagined. Sure, it was called one, but it felt like a hotel room. There were stalls, but each was the size of a decent suite.
'...I was picturing cramming into a tiny public stall, pounding away in an awkward position. My imagination was too narrow.'
Fucking in cramped, uncomfortable spots has its own charm. But this? Each stall was practically a studio apartment—no grit here.
'Bet there's even a bed.'
Bathtub and shower were guaranteed... whatever, didn't matter.
I opened the first door. Execution team leader Jin Ji-hye stood there blankly, then bowed politely as I entered. The cash envelope was gone from her cleavage, but the glorious valley remained on full display.
"I'll serve you with all I have, Master."
A bit stiff for a secretary, but it suited her image.
I glanced around. Toilet and sink in one corner of the spacious room; opposite was a glass-partitioned area. Inside that, another partition: one side a bathtub, the other a massage bed with robots and such. It was a luxury lounge, not a bathroom.
'...Better than my house's? And my place cost 16 billion.'
Tsk. Time to move.
"Massage."
I headed to the bed after that one word. No way I'd miss out on dense, skin-tight bathroom sex, so massage it was. Obviously no robots—why use machines with a sleek secretary handy?
Ji-hye naturally took over, stripping me bare, laying me face-down, lighting incense, oiling her hands, and rubbing me down with care. Starting light on my shoulders, moving slow to neck and back. She adjusted pressure perfectly on every muscle fiber, sending cool waves of pleasure that made my body twitch. Built-up tension melted away.
Inversely, my cock throbbed harder. The cushion kept it from real pain, but it was annoying.
Her hands slid to my waist, then ass. She kneaded the soft flesh, pressed deep, then spread my cheeks for a tease in between. Rubbing hips, ass, thighs—it made my dick even stiffer.
"Jin Ji-hye."
"Yes, Master."
"Suck it."
"...Yes."
She paused the massage, climbed on the bed, spread my cheeks, and murmured, "Excuse me," before pressing her tongue in.
"Eut."
Fuck, this... still gets me every time. Her tongue danced inside, spine arching with each flick. I nearly moaned like a bitch but clamped my mouth shut.
"Eup, huu,"
The conquest of having my dirtiest spot serviced, the electric jolts from the slightest move—it was unbearable. My cock leaked precum like crazy.
"S-stop. Enough."
Chuut. She pulled back. I flipped over, pointing my mountain-hard cock at her.
"Ride."
"Yes, Master."
She dabbed her lips with tissue, hiked her skirt, ditched her panties, and straddled me. Hands teasing my shaft to max stiffness, she lifted her hips and aimed.
"Putting it in, Master. Enjoy it deliciously."
A smile, but her stoic image made it unbalanced. Hot as fuck, though.
Swoosh. She leaned forward, pressed my tip to her entrance, and dropped.
Plung. "Ugh...!"
No hesitation—she took me balls-deep. "Aah, hng, eung," Her virgin pussy swallowed it all; she covered her mouth.
"Don't cover."
"Y-yes."
Lips parting, she started riding. Rocking, circling her hips, clenching. Glancing down, blood-smeared cock pistoning furiously. Each thrust's sticky grip had me pursing like a kid to hold back. Too long hard—any more and I'd blow.
"Huu, you fucking slut."
Not an insult—proper use. Ji-hye shook hard. Wonder if they train this in class; virgin or not, she moved like a pro. I held as long as I could, but busted in minutes. Brain went white as I pumped her womb full.
"Aeut," She froze, checking my face. I pulled her close, kneading her ass.
Ha. This soft body. No resisting. No need to, either.
Smack. "Kyak!"
"On your stomach."
Planned one round, but since I came quick, bonus shot.
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Starting with Ji-hye, I ravaged strategy team leader Ra Seung-hee and security team leader Kwon Dam-bi in turn before finally exiting the bathroom. Outside, Sua waited with Ji-hye and Seung-hee, all primped up.
"You worked hard, Master."
They got fucked, and they say it? Kinda hot.
'Greetings done, sightseeing(?) over, pussy pounded—time to see Aram.'
"To the training room."