Starting Over Again
"...No." He slowly unwound Eunbyul’s arms from around him, then gazed at her for a moment, lost in thought, before ultimately refusing.
"Why, ...?"
"..."
When he remained silent, Eunbyul’s expression turned anxious. She shed the dazed, pleasure-drunk look in her eyes and hurriedly grabbed his wrist. "Do you dislike me? Why are you doing this, I..."
"..."
"Earlier, you said it felt good... You said you liked me, and if I felt good... Ah..."
"...It’s not like that, Eunbyul. First of all..."
"Is it because I was... I was acting like this on my own... and that’s why you don’t like me?"
Eunbyul glanced briefly at the floor of the EPS room where she had made a mess. She could see that the liquid had splattered quite a bit. It was clear fluid, but the problem was the thick scent of apples lingering in the air. She wondered just how much she had felt to end up like this. She thought that might be why he was refusing her now. Since this was her first time, and the situation was new, and it was the first time he had treated her like this, she felt flustered. She worried that she had turned him off by being so sloppy and losing control of herself.
'Sex is supposed to be something both people enjoy...'
She felt she had completely failed in the physical compatibility department. She trembled, imagining that if this had been sex at his apartment, she would have just received foreplay and passed out, and he would have been so turned off that he’d cut her off.
"I told you, it’s not that. Eunbyul, listen to what I have to say until the end."
"...Then what is it? Why..."
"..."
"I told you it’s my first time, it’ll be really good... I haven’t really tightened up before, but, okay?"
"I get it. I said I get it. You’ve bragged enough."
"I won’t look at anyone else. I’ll do it with you, Oppa, continuously... for the rest of my life, okay? I’m clean, I don’t cheat, I just go company-home-company-home... Uuuung..."
"Eunbyul. Calm down..."
Perhaps because she finally started listening, she stopped talking and pressed her lips together, waiting for him to speak. He explained in a gentle voice why he didn’t want to go through with it.
"First. This is the office. We’re people who get paid to work here. We aren’t paid to have sex."
"...."
"And second, it’s too dirty here. ..." He hadn't wanted to say this part, but, "...If your first time is in a dirty place like this, it’ll be a bad memory. Wouldn’t it?"
"Umm... you’re right."
"Exactly. So this isn’t an appropriate place. A car would be cleaner than this."
"That’s... true. But then...?"
Well.
"You’re saying you’ll definitely do it later, right?"
"..."
Yeah. I have to give her the answer she wants.
"Later... we’ll do it in a proper place. Whether it’s my place, the place next door, or a hotel..."
"...You’ll definitely do it, right...? Promise... promise me."
"I promise."
"...Okay. I’ll wait. Again..."
Eunbyul looked lonely as she said that. The word 'again.' She had waited and waited to get to this point, but the fact that she had to wait even longer must have felt suffocating to her. So, he sat her on a chair placed nearby, hugged her, and patted her back while making eye contact.
"Like I said before, it’s not that I don’t like you."
"..."
"It’s not because you did something strange or because you tired me out."
"Um.... Yes, Executive Director."
The way she addressed him seemed to have changed.
"....Anyway, it’s not that I dislike you, but this place is a bit dirty. There’s a lot of dust..."
"That’s true."
"If we’re going to do it, I want to do it in a nice place. We’re not students; it looks like we did it here because we had no money."
"The office..."
This woman seemed to have a bit of an obsession. She should have just kept it to herself, but she had to bring it up and ask if they couldn't just do it in the office.
"...That’s a place for work!"
"Pfft, okay. That’s funny... ...Alright."
Her expression improved significantly.
"And honestly, I benefit every day because you’re my secretary."
"...What’s that got to do with..."
"No, it’s changing your image. The harder you work, and the more it benefits me, the more I like you. It’s not about material things..."
"Yes."
"Working hard on something, easing my pain... I’m so grateful for that."
Her expression brightened even more. Now it seemed her worries had completely vanished—
"But what do I do about this?"
"...? Ah, oh..."
"I can feel it pressing and poking..."
The tent in his trousers, poking right into the center of her legs. He had served her like a service worker just as she wanted, but it seemed she hadn't realized that he had become aroused in the process.
So, Eunbyul said, "...Should I... do it for you in the office?"
He should refuse, but his body wouldn't listen.
- *Chu-up, smack.*
Eunbyul had laid a cushion from the chair onto the floor, knelt on it, and was now serving him with her lips and tongue, insisting she would take care of it for him.
"...I can hold it in, you know..."
"Uah, aueue..."
"..."
He figured he knew what she meant. It was probably just telling him to stay still. Even while using her mouth, she seemed to be getting aroused, as she twisted her thighs and shifted her weight.
"Puha, ah... this feels good..."
"It only feels good for me."
"...It smells good, this... and it’s fascinating..."
Eunbyul, who thought this was better than any deep, expensive men's cologne, slowly moved her tongue, wrapping it around him.
...She wasn't quite on Seo Jia's level. It was clear she was very inexperienced. Her front teeth scraped him, which hurt a little, but it was bearable. It was also cute how she struggled to move her lips and tongue simultaneously, pulling back after inserting him to move her tongue, then taking him back into her mouth.
"..."
"Uu..is it?"
Does it feel good? Yes. It feels good. Honestly... he couldn't stop her. Scenes like this were things that only appeared in manga, novels, or movies. A secretary serving him. Kneeling under a chair, moving her mouth carefully. Things like this didn't happen in reality. But this was possible because it was Eunbyul.
"I got the Implanon for nothing, since I haven't done it even once since then."
"...You have to be prepared for someday."
"Are there any side effects?"
"I bled a little at first... but it’s gone now. It’s fine."
"Good. That’s great."
She would occasionally pull away to answer his questions, and then, without being told, she would quickly take him back into her mouth and busy her tongue.
"A little... softer there. Just a little."
"Yes. Right here..."
"Mmm. That was good..."
If Jia was a refined taste, Eunbyul was a pure one. If he grabbed Jia’s nape and pressed down to reach her throat, the sensation was heightened, but if he did that to Eunbyul, she looked like she would throw up her lunch. Instead, Eunbyul, who only took the head into her mouth and focused on stimulating the most sensitive spots, wasn't bad either.
"I'm glad. It seems you like it too."
"Hee..."
In reality, Eunbyul liked it a lot. She wouldn't be shuddering, shifting her waist, and letting out faint whimpers while performing fellatio if she didn't like it. He was also quite satisfied. The sound of her taking deep breaths in between was stimulating. She was a bit... of a pervert. It seemed she really was a pervert. If she was a bright and cheerful new employee in her daily life, she turned into a complete nymphomaniac in moments like this. Her expression, her eyes, her mouth, her gestures—everything changed.
"It doesn't... hurt, does it?"
"No. It’s fine."
"...I heard it hurts a lot if you’re not good at it..."
It seemed she had done her research. She kept asking where it felt good, if this way was better, and to tell her what he liked, showing that she was putting in the effort so he could feel even better. There was no way he could dislike that.
"...Where did you learn that?"
"I watched... Western stuff."
"Is your taste Western?"
"No, um... Japanese...? That fits me better..."
"..."
"Western stuff is too rough."
As Eunbyul’s slender, delicate hands were used to grip his grotesque member, the contrast doubled his excitement. To make matters worse, she tilted her head slightly and pressed her provocatively red lips against the tip, kissing it several times with audible sounds. He even felt the danger of about to climax. On top of that,
"...You like it... right? Ah..."
"..."
"This is a biit... embarrassing..."
Even while saying that, she was curious about his reaction, so she looked up at him while her lips continued to kiss the tip of his member with precision. Eunbyul was just looking at him, worried that she might not be doing it right or that he might lose interest because she was doing something strange, not knowing that it was actually more stimulating for a man.
"...I’m going to cum. ..."
"What, you’re easy."
"Easy, you say..."
She’d been at it for 30 minutes. Who wouldn't give in?
"What time is it?"
"...That’s true, but still, I want to do more."
"Haa..."
He eventually started stroking her hair. He thought it would be better than just receiving; Jia liked it when he did that, too. As he was taking a break, leaving work aside for a moment, suddenly,
"Executive Director, are you in?"
"Yes!"
"The investigation staff from the chemical company and the legal department staff are here to visit. May we come in?"
"Ah~ Yes, understood!"
He quickly tried to tell Eunbyul to fix her appearance, but when he turned his head, Eunbyul, who should have been kneeling below, was nowhere to be found. She wasn't there even when he looked around. He was flustered, wondering what was going on, when—
"Hee... come over here."
"People are coming,"
"Hello."
Two women opened the office door and walked in.