A New Beginning
“...”
It was a place that was anything but romantic, yet it held a strange, palpable thrill. It was the EPS room, a space cluttered with bundles of electrical wiring. He had entered it after opening the door to the support headquarters, walking past the frequently used meeting room, and ducking into the locked EPS room across the hall. Honestly—
“...Lately, I don’t hate it.”
“Really? Oh...”
Just as he said, he didn’t hate it. He liked it. Dating a younger woman—no, simply dating a woman younger than himself was a first, and every single action he took to try and ravish her was a first as well. He hadn’t stolen her virginity yet, but that wasn’t because he didn’t recognize Eunbyul as a woman. How could he possess a woman for whom he held no feelings? That question, that doubt that circled endlessly in his mind, had kept him restrained.
“May I ask why it turned out this way?”
“....”
At first, she had seemed like a persistent, strange, and wanton girl who looked like she’d be good at having an affair. But the fact that she was good at her job was an undeniable factor for attraction. On top of that, she had given him all the credit, stepping back into the shadows as if he were the one who had planned and executed everything from start to finish. Blackmailing him with contracts, showing up at his house unannounced to cause a scene in the morning, requesting all sorts of embarrassing things—honestly, it felt cheap. He had wondered, What is this girl? She was a woman who made him worry just by looking at her, but—
“...How could I let this opportunity go? I understand.”
Hearing those words from his ex-wife, Seo Jia, had made him realize. Those five years, which were nothing to him, were enough to drive Eunbyul mad. Furthermore, it wasn’t as if what he had done was actual sexual assault, and his heart had gradually opened to Eunbyul, who had never once mentioned it since and even seemed to adore him deeply.
“If that’s the case, please start with a kiss...”
“...”
“Why? Hurry. I’m embarrassed... Mmph, chu-eup...!”
Money didn’t work on her. She was a chaebol’s daughter. Promotions didn’t work. She wasn’t hung up on things like that. Throwing prize money or offering medals didn’t work either. That wasn’t useful for satisfying the desire to love him. As time passed, he found himself having to hold onto Eunbyul instead. He even considered suggesting a change in internal regulations so she could continue working as his secretary.
The more time they spent working, the more he learned. His achievements grew, his worries diminished, and the emotion of happiness began to sprout. It was only because Eunbyul was kind and had a good personality; if she had been even a little bit of trash, it would have been one of two things: he would have become a sex offender serving time in prison, or he would be living a corporate life like before, doing only the work assigned to him alongside a regular secretary. So, there was only one way to hold onto her.
“I think... I’m starting to like you.”
As those words left his lips, Eunbyul’s heart hammered, and her body trembled. He says he likes me... What do I do, no... She had heard the words she’d dreamed of in this cramped, unhygienic space, but that didn’t stop her heart rate from skyrocketing.
“I have to hold onto you. ...The more I work with you, the more you help me... You are the driving force that allows me to keep climbing higher, that’s why.”
The pretense of being composed was over. It had shattered completely. She had sat on the dusty desk, subtly showing off her black stockings while looking down at him, waiting for him to ‘pitch a tent’ on his own, but—
“Mm, why are you... so good at this...”
“Shh.”
The moment she asked for a kiss, he grabbed the back of her neck urgently yet gently, tilted her chin up slightly, and kissed her. She had never done this with anyone other than Han Suhyun, but instinctively, she knew he was skilled. She was a divorcee, and for her, everything was a first. Yet, it wasn’t unpleasant.
‘I actually like it... So, so much...’
Eunbyul was a person who took the lead at work, but because she had a personality that enjoyed being led in her personal life, she obeyed his words submissively whenever they were alone and doing ‘that kind of thing.’
“...More, do more...!”
As he began another wet, lingering kiss, Eunbyul thought to herself that she was doomed. With all her preparations rendered useless, she had thought a kiss was just rubbing lips together, but she was now thinking that kissing felt even better than having her breasts caressed.
Normally, in this situation, she would have practiced small monologues at home to say things like:
‘Did you want to do it that much? Lusting after your secretary is really...’
‘You wanted to do it a lot, didn’t you? It’s because I taste better than Jia-unnie, right?’
‘If you had admitted it earlier, I would have... spread my legs for you like this. What a shame.’
But—
“Kissing, I love it so much... Really, ah... Why are you so good at this...?”
“Haa... I’m trembling, Senior, I’m trembling... Why am I like this...”
“Hurry and hold me, please, okay? Hold... hold me, Senior, please, can’t you hold me? Ah...”
On top of that, her nipples were already hard. And between her legs, her panties were always wet whenever she saw the man she had loved, loved, and would continue to love, so she wore a liner every day before work—
“You smell like apples. And we only kissed.”
“...Just, just... It feels so good, why... I know why Unnie said she liked it...”
“What’s it like?”
She said she couldn’t help it because his eyelashes, the bridge of his nose, his hair, and his brow—which she saw when she opened her eyes slightly while kissing—were too stimulating. Admitting with her own mouth that she was wet was a difficult thing to do, but she did it anyway. ...Because being honest was better.
“So... I’m wet. A lot...”
“...Spread your legs.”
“No, right now... don’t touch me, ah-hng, Se, Senior, wait a minute, no...”
She heard his low voice telling her to spread her legs, but having barely managed to admit she was wet, she thought it would be better to die than to endure the shame of showing her private parts herself, so she refused. Immediately, he lifted Eunbyul lightly with one arm. Startled, she grabbed his shoulders, and as she heard the sound of her blouse buttons being undone one by one with his other hand, she squeezed her eyes shut and told him to stop touching her—but he could do everything with one hand. Unbuttoning, unhooking her bra with one hand—it was all possible. He had already practiced on Jia. And that skill? It wasn’t unpleasant to Eunbyul. To be precise, she didn’t have the leisure to check if it was good or bad, or where that skill came from. She was simply driven mad by this position, being held lightly by him, treated like a baby, and having her breasts sucked.
“Se, ah, Suhyun, no, ..! A-ung, wait a minute...!”
“Why, what’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”
“...It feels... strange, really... strange...”
Eunbyul, whose eyelids had been fluttering and whose pupils had been beyond her own control just moments ago, instinctively realized this was quite dangerous, scary, and serious, and tried to push him away. He, who had been asking for the reason, slowly pulled his mouth away from her breasts, sat her back on the desk, and stared at his secretary for a long time—
“...Specifically. Like you’re about to come?”
“Yes? Ah, yes.... ....It’s strange...”
“How is it strange?”
“I’m putting too much strength into my feet... and I thought this wouldn’t do...”
After those words, he stared directly at her as she continued to tremble. Suddenly, he grabbed both of her nipples with his hands, applied a little pressure, kissed them until they made a sound, and nibbled on them. Eunbyul, who had unconsciously grabbed his shoulders again, said it felt strange one more time—
“...Spread your legs.”
“...”
With a look that said he understood, he slowly moved away from her breasts. This time, he supported her legs with one hand, positioned her so she could lean her back against his chest while facing away from him, and as soon as she finished spreading her legs on top of him, he grabbed the edges of her panties and stockings and pulled them down to her knees in one go without a word. Then, he began to caress her breasts more leisurely with his hands again.
“Senior, Senior please, this is really...”
“Relax.”
Until now, she had been in a position where she could look at him while being caressed, but now she was in a posture where she had to lean her back against his chest, looking only at the wall. As soon as she heard his command to relax from behind her, she had no choice but to listen. Letting her body go limp, feeling as if his words were a command she absolutely had to follow, she trembled periodically from his continued caresses, letting the saliva pooling in her mouth drip onto her breasts—
“How is it now?”
“...Thi...”
She couldn’t even let out a moan. Her eyes were completely unfocused, the whites showing as if she were about to lose consciousness, and because she couldn’t control her body, she trembled periodically.
“...Say it again. How is it now?”
“...I’m,” coming. With that, she trembled rapidly from head to toe as if she’d been electrocuted, and sprayed water onto the floor. For quite a long time.