Nyotaimori Feast and Naked Dogeza
Shrimp Hyun-ju had spilled expensive booze all over the place, but she couldn't even spare it a thought. Every eye in the room was glued to Seong Ye-ji's nyotaimori display. Well, I got it—no surprise there.
"Fuck... this hits the spot. That's the stuff."
The women who'd carefully arranged Seong Ye-ji on display gave a light nod and slipped away. Even lying there, she exuded presence—her breasts spread out invitingly, topped with delicate slices of salmon at the peaks. Down below, it started with tuna belly, then flounder, red snapper, and more. All sorts of sashimi laid out perfectly. Who knew the combo of a woman's skin tone and fresh fish slices packed such a punch? No wonder it was famous.
"Hyun-ju, this nyotaimori is something I prepared specially for you."
"Ah..."
Seo Hyun-ju was already half-broken mentally. She was probably wondering what the hell the point was of dragging a woman like her here to gawk at this.
"You probably never get to experience this normally, so I'll show you how to eat it right."
I ignored her and picked up a slice of salmon from her breast. Dipped it lightly in wasabi soy sauce and popped it in. The sashimi was flawless, of course. Savoring the melt-in-your-mouth salmon flavor, I kneaded the now-empty breast, then latched onto the nipple and sucked hard.
Slurp!
"Ah, mm...!"
Seong Ye-ji gave a faint reaction. Schlurp, slurp—I hadn't even sucked this hard when I was fucking her brains out. To make pale-faced Seo Hyun-ju even more flustered, I sucked it extra loud and sloppy for show.
"Phew... After you eat, you clean the plate with your mouth—manners. That's how you get fresh sashimi."
A chef swooped in, wiped the nipple I'd just sucked with a tissue, and topped it with a new slice.
"Can't forget the booze."
Only then did she realize she'd knocked over her glass, her body jerking. I reached out to wipe it up and grabbed the sake bottle.
"No big deal—ain't using that anyway."
I stroked Seong Ye-ji's cheek; she parted her lips anxiously with a needy look.
"Ah, aaa..."
I poured sake into her mouth.
"Your glass is right here."
"...!!"
As the sake filled her mouth and started to overflow, I clamped down and sucked it all in. Then, with the booze drained, I transitioned straight to a deep kiss, toying with her tongue. Satisfied after a good taste, I pulled back—Seo Hyun-ju looked on the verge of tears.
"There, that's one set. Your turn, reporter. It's delicious."
"Ahh..."
Her trembling hands fumbled for chopsticks—they shook like crazy. Hell, even I felt bad watching.
She reached for the safest spot, the belly area, but...
"Start with the tits."
"..."
I blocked her. Like hell I'd let her take the easy route. She hesitated, then rerouted and finally snagged a salmon slice from the breast. Too tense to even dip it, she just shoved it in raw. Still, the fish was top-shelf—fine either way.
"Good, right?"
"Y-yes... d-delicious..."
"Yeah. All specially sourced premium stuff."
"..."
Now the silent pressure to clean the plate. She set down her chopsticks and stared at the empty breast for ages. The chef hovered, ready. He'd wait till she sucked it clean(?).
"Ah... ahh..."
Finally, eyes squeezed shut, she opened wide. Those lips that'd eventually suck my cock latched onto Seong Ye-ji's tit and slurped away.
"Ah, mm, mmm!"
Seong Ye-ji twitched. From her face, she wasn't thrilled about another woman sucking her tits—but none of my business.
"Good. A reporter with manners."
I grabbed the sake bottle. Anxious-eyed Ye-ji obediently opened up. Glug glug.
"Now chug a shot."
"..."
Seo Hyun-ju wiped her mouth after sucking the tit, pondering even harder. But she dove in, covering Ye-ji's mouth and inhaling the sake. A hell of a sight. My dick throbbed painfully hard.
"You eat so well—nice to watch."
"Th-thank you..."
Nipple slurp and kiss-shot. Hitting her with those two sleazy courses back-to-back, Seo Hyun-ju looked straight-up unstable. Terrified of whatever nasty shit came next.
But I hadn't even done anything yet. Just dinner.
"Keep eating like that. Serious talk later. Gotta fill the belly first."
"Y-yes... young master."
After that, she followed my routine to the letter: bite of sashimi off Ye-ji's body, suck the spot clean, pour and drink sake from her lips. I did the same, of course. Spur-of-the-moment idea, but way hotter and more fun than expected.
Gotta do this more often.
As we polished it off, I watched a now-accustomed Seo Hyun-ju slurping buckwheat noodles and reached back to standing Sua.
Time to channel asshole chaebol heir Ko Mu-yeol.
She handed over the prepped docs.
"Lemme see... Shinmirae Daily social affairs team leader Seo Hyun-ju?"
"Guh, y-yes!"
"Got a star reporter under you? That article you ran... Yoon Ha-young?"
"Ah...!"
She set down her bowl and chopsticks, clasping hands on her lap. The women clocked meal's end, carted off Seong Ye-ji and the table. Nothing between me and Hyun-ju now. Her fine, fuckable figure on full display.
"Never dreamed it. A reporter with real justice and fire these days? Couldn't believe my ears. Hell, my story went up."
"Th-that... I'm truly, deeply sorry, young master."
She fidgeted, head bowed low.
"Haa..."
I sighed, tossing her Yoon Ha-young's article printout.
"Shit happens with reporters. Always digging, stubborn, spilling dirt everywhere."
"..."
"I buy a trainee and fuck her, do some nyotaimori—what's it to you? Why risk your career over a few words?"
"I'm sorry. I'll discipline her properly. Please forgive us generously—"
"Hold up. I'm talking."
"..."
"Reporters gonna reporter. Rookie fresh out of probation, right? What I can't forgive is you, team leader Seo Hyun-ju."
"!!"
"Why didn't you stop it? While it hit portals, what were you doing? Approving team articles—that's your job, no?"
"Th-that's..."
She trailed off. Per Sua, Yoon Ha-young probably posted solo—Hyun-ju'd be pissed innocent. But hey, she greenlit it rogue-style—what ya gonna do? Voicing that'd make her a shitty boss selling out her subordinate.
"Whatever. Water under the bridge. Future matters. Right?"
"Y-yes. Sorry, young master. Never again! I'll ensure it."
"Good. Now do what you were gonna earlier."
"...Pardon?"
She blanked, then aha—stood, smoothed her clothes, deep breath, 90-degree bow.
"I apologize for the distress. My deepest regrets. I'll take any measures to prevent recurrence."
She rambled on—nothing crucial. Just looping "my bad, won't happen again, one more chance."
Tsk tsk tsk. Zero sincerity.
"That's it?"
"Pardon?"
"Our Hyun-ju thinks flashing panties then bowing ends it?"
"Th-that..."
"Apology without sincerity ain't one. What's sincerity? Willing to take the hit. Ready to eat any fallout, damage, shame, humiliation. That resolve. Yours lacks it."
"Wh-what should I...?"
I glanced away, pretending to mull.
"Theme's Japanese tonight? Let's match—naked dogeza."
"!!!"
Still bowed at 90, Hyun-ju peeked up in horror.
"Sua, good idea, right? Nyotaimori to naked dogeza. Perfect combo."
"As expected of Master—flawless eye. Naked dogeza is ideal for owning sin and begging forgiveness. Nothing shows 'heart' and 'sincerity' better."
"Hear that?"
"Ah... y-young master...!"
"Do it. Naked dogeza. Oh, don't know? Strip naked and bow to me. Easy, yeah?"