The Little Death
Drip.
Eunbyul periodically sends him videos of herself masturbating. Of course, the only name she cries out in those videos is Han Suhyun. Lately, she’s even evolved; when she reaches her climax, she calls him "Oppa," begging him to fill her up, to get her pregnant—
"..."
"To the end. Every last drop."
In front of him, under his gaze, and right here within the company building, she reached her peak. Overwhelmed by a cocktail of moral corruption, fear, shame, and a pleasure so intense and sudden it defied comparison, she couldn't even manage a single word—let alone the things she’d said while masturbating alone. After flooding him with her fluids, she went limp, as if she’d fainted, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Then, she barely heard his low command to empty herself completely, to leave nothing behind so there would be no regrets. As his hand followed up with a fresh wave of stimulation, her hypersensitive body twitched—proving his point that there was still more left—and she released a few more drops of fluid.
"Hold... me, please..."
"Alright."
Eunbyul thought about what Jia had said. Even though she always seemed like a needy younger sister, there were moments when he appeared as an adult, an older brother, a man—and she felt this was one of those times. Just moments ago, they had been joking around, playing, and she had been in a state of mental collapse, only just returning to herself. But after she’d finished all her work and they’d eaten, she noticed the deep worry on his face had vanished, so she’d tried to strike a deal—
"..."
With a promise to do it right then and there, he had practically dragged her into the EPS room. The moment he locked the door, he was a different man. To him, he was simply treating Eunbyul with the same feeling he’d had during his marriage or dating life with his ex-wife, Seo Jia—but—
"...You’re so... huff, so good at this..."
"Not really."
His voice dropped, his touch was masterful, and all her preparations shattered. She couldn't even manage a single line or a single gesture; she simply surrendered to him and let herself go.
"It felt so strange..."
"How so?"
"...When you told me to, my body just... went limp..."
"Yeah."
Even now, because that low voice was vibrating right against her ear, she couldn't help but release a few more trickles of fluid. Putting aside how shameful this was,
"...I can't move, even now..."
She struggled to speak, sharing her assessment with him. "I didn't do this when I was alone..."
"What’s different?"
"When I’m alone, I think... 'I should lie down now'..."
"Right."
"But when you do it... I can't move my body, my mind goes blank, and I can't think of anything... My feet tense up and I want to curl them... but you’re holding me too tight, I can't..."
He was still supporting her with his arms, yet he showed no signs of fatigue. It seemed the gym sessions he used to frequent had paid off. But that was a fact known only to him; to Eunbyul, it was a critical blow. She had assumed he was a man far removed from exercise, someone just as focused on study as she was.
She felt like she was losing her mind, receiving the sensation of a Han Suhyun she didn't know—a man who held her effortlessly while whispering in that devastatingly low voice without a single tremor. It wasn't just his mouth; he was stimulating her with his hands, and all the while, he would suddenly brush her hair back and caress her ear. She couldn't even bring herself to ask why he was doing that; she was just struggling with all her might to hold onto the last thread of her reason.
"Is that so."
"...Honestly, I just thought it would be nice to do it with you, Senior..."
"Right."
"...It wasn't just that it felt good..."
The way he’d stripped her, pulling up her suit skirt and discarding her panties and stockings, had been incredibly rough. She’d thought about turning her head away, feeling that the sight of her pale thighs reflected in his eyes was too stimulating, but he’d bitten her ear and licked it, causing her strength to vanish entirely. As if that weren't enough, he’d attacked her breasts at the same time, and as his voice resonated, she instinctively—
"...I can't... I can't do anything. I can't..."
"Was it like that?"
"Yes, I... I never knew I would... go this blank, not be able to think at all... not even feel shame, just..."
At the end of the orgasm, all she felt was the thought that she might die, and that if she were to die like this, she wouldn't have any regrets.
"...Right now, just do it..."
"..."
"I’m very dirty, and I probably smell..."
"...You don't smell."
"You really are a kind Senior... Then, I’ll just..."
He slowly sat her on the desk. Her stockings seemed to have a run in them, and her panties weren't wet. Once she was seated, she felt the dampness between her legs and realized why he had taken them off. He had noticed from her reactions alone that she was about to reach her climax. So, he had even been considerate enough to ensure her clothes wouldn't get wet... Her heart began to race rapidly again.
"...You did that on purpose."
"We're at the office."
"Really... you're insane..."
Slowly, her panties and stockings came down. Very slowly. Without taking off her heels, he used those same considerate hands to remove her clothes without letting them touch her shoes, tossing them aside. Then, as she leaned back against the wall, he stepped between her legs. Finally, he brought his mouth to the space between her bruised, pale buttocks—
"Wait, ugh, ah...! Ugh, what do I do, Oppa, wait, ah♡ This is crazy..."
"Stay still."
Thinking someone might hear, she covered her mouth with both hands, while his tongue and fingers moved in unison. His tongue obsessively stimulated her clitoris, making her already-spent womanhood twitch again, while his fingers rubbed the area without entering—
"A little more... just, just put it ugh, put it in, no♡ Ah♡"
If Eunbyul was the type to tidy up the bedding without a moment to feel the afterglow after spilling herself while masturbating alone, now, she was surrendering her body to a man who couldn't be controlled. Even though she had just come, he didn't let her off; he attacked her with his tongue, a sensation more stimulating than his chest, causing her mind to go blank and return to normal in cycles. Her eyes rolled back, she desperately tried to hold it in, and in the end, unable to bear it, she grabbed his hair tightly.
"I'm, I'm coming, it's embarrassing... I'm twitching, Oppa, no, ah, no, really...!"
He had originally planned to control his lips skillfully to ensure the fluids fell to the floor rather than the desk, but he changed his mind. He decided to capture this woman completely. So, he made some space, and just as he felt her gaze looking down at him, he decided to wrap his mouth around her and drink every drop of the water pouring out.
And the result was—
"Hic, huff, ah... Ah, ah...!"
She had been watching, wondering why he would eat something so dirty, intending to stop him, but she felt all the strength in her body—including the hands she’d used to try to stop him—drain away as if she’d been struck by lightning. Tears streaming down her face, she leaned heavily against the wall, unable to even close her mouth, finally understanding what an orgasm truly was.
'Is this... really, what it means to come...'
'...Something a toy could never do...'
Using a fairy vibrator to provide vibration? She didn't think she could ever catch up to this pleasure, even if she did it all day long. Now, with her strength sapped, her body was being controlled entirely by the man's choices. She felt an extreme, absolute helplessness.
"T-that..."
She pulled away slowly, squinting at him, intending to embrace him, but then she saw him drinking every drop of the fluid she had spilled. Her entire body shuddered, and her hands went limp.
"Ahhh..."
"..."
Soon, he looked up at her, grinning, and gently pulled her into an embrace. Once again, held in his arms, she felt the periodic waves of dry orgasms washing over her body, causing her to tremble. Around that time, a thought occurred to Eunbyul.
'Do you know what they call an orgasm in France?'
'Petit mort. It means a little death.'
She had felt like she would die of embarrassment when masturbating alone, but Eunbyul, who hadn't been able to empathize with that phrase, finally realized why Jia had worn that smile while cooking, why she had made that expression.
'...I’ll do it someday.'
'You’ll know then. ...That you might actually die.'
"I think I'm going to die, I'm dying..."
"You won't die. Calm down."
"...."
She had been limp in his arms, but soon, she asked to face him. When he turned her around, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck—
"Then, kill me."
"...?"
"Sexually assault your secretary... Make me even more of a mess..."
"..."
"Make me a mess... keep going... even if I tell you to stop... keep going..."
With vacant eyes, Eunbyul whispered in a tiny voice, continuing to speak as if she thought it were a seduction.
"So that no one else would even dare to touch me..."
"Leave your mark on my body, Senior..."
The arms Eunbyul had wrapped around him slowly began to tighten. Not to let him go, but to possess him completely.