Big and Hard
After the year-end office ceremony wrapped up, the simple end-of-year shift somehow came to a close before I even knew it.
I had no idea how many times I’d recited the national anthem to myself just to keep my twitching cock under control.
Especially when Seol Yeomyeong came over to my desk on the opposite side to ask me something. If it hadn’t been for my computer desk, I would’ve been known as a pervert long ago.
“All right, everyone—let’s head out for company dinner. Yeomyeong, send the reservation info for the samgyeopsal place in the messenger. Everyone, come this way.”
“Okay~”
Our team dinner spot was a samgyeopsal restaurant. Seol Yeomyeong shook her head and muttered that it was samgyeopsal again, but in a small or medium-sized company, samgyeopsal was still a pretty decent dinner menu, wasn’t it?
“Manager Song, let’s go together!”
And so Seol Yeomyeong climbed into the passenger seat of my car.
“It’s the usual place, right?”
“Nope~ I made the reservation this time, so it’s a different place. Honestly, the meat there wasn’t even that good!”
“Well, it’s a place the director knows, so we do go there a lot.”
“Exactly, so this time I got the director’s permission and went somewhere else.”
Seol Yeomyeong was a sly one, too. She must’ve known the director was soft on female employees and picked a different place all cute and coaxing-like on purpose.
And she’s a slender type. Her chest’s a bit small, but still, she looks like she’d be about a B cup. Her skin’s so fair her face is pretty cute, too.
My head was flooded with fantasies. Ever since I’d hit the point, it felt like my sex drive was about to explode.
Just seeing the pale skin on her nape, just catching her cotton scent, just looking at her slender body—
every fantasy ended with me tearing off her clothes and taking her body apart with my hands.
Damn it. My lower half was already refusing to listen, so I stopped sneaking glances and fixed my eyes straight ahead. Sitting right next to me meant any hint of it would show immediately anyway.
***
“But, Manager Song, did you really break up with Jo Juyeon?”
From first thing in the morning, it was already chaos. Office women had their own little rumor network, didn’t they?
Jo Juyeon and Song Hoon had broken up. They’d been together for almost a year, a pretty long-running couple by office standards, so everyone had been expecting marriage eventually.
“Why? Did she go around saying she was the one who dumped me?”
“No… it’s not that. I just heard you broke up, that’s all.”
At Song Hoon’s sharply edged reply, Seol Yeomyeong thought there was something there, but also figured the breakup was real for sure.
“It’s just how things are. You’ve dated and broken up with boyfriends before, too, haven’t you, Yeomyeong?”
“Well… yes, I guess so~”
She herself had been on cold terms with her ex-boyfriend for a week after a fight. And the promise they were supposed to keep tomorrow had been the one to get her caught in the first place.
Manager Song doesn’t seem bad. Why did she dump him? Was he lacking in bed? Or small? Though, if that were the case, how did they date for a whole year?
All sorts of thoughts drifted through her head.
“Oh, this is it? Nice place. You picked well. This is a famous spot, isn’t it?”
His words snapped her out of her thoughts just as they arrived.
“Ah, yes! This is the place!”
After parking and going inside, the others had already arrived and some were grilling meat. There were six people in total.
“All right, everyone. Pour some drinks. You all worked hard this year, and let’s keep at it with this same energy next year and the year after that, too! Cheers!”
The dinner went by normally—talking about work, laughing at the director’s unfunny jokes just to be polite.
And then, when the mood had started to warm up.
When the alcohol had settled in and everyone was laughing naturally even at the director’s ridiculous jokes—
Thud—
“Ugh—!”
When she accidentally hit Song Hoon’s thigh beside her, Seol Yeomyeong jumped in shock.
Thigh…? That wasn’t a thigh?
She was sure she’d struck his thigh. But it hadn’t felt flat. It felt like she’d hit one side of something round.
“Ah. Food dropped on my clothes, so I should go wash up for a bit.”
More than Song Hoon’s words, Seol Yeomyeong was more interested in what exactly she’d hit.
It was a thigh, wasn’t it? Not a thigh? No… how long would it have to be… 15? 16? Longer than that? And it’s hard.
Her boyfriend had only been around ten centimeters. He was truly a good person, but that didn’t change the fact that there were things to be disappointed by. And after doing it once, the post-sex letdown would come pretty quickly, too.
Maybe because of the alcohol, her heart started pounding faster.
Manager Song is tall, broad, and doesn’t even look bad.
Her gaze kept drifting to Song Hoon’s thigh after he came back from the restroom. She hadn’t noticed until now, but it was obvious. The thigh area was strangely bulging.
A tingling sensation rose from below, and a storm of fantasies rushed in to tear through her mind.
***
“All right… should we wrap up the first round soon?”
It was almost midnight. We’d eaten and drunk for a long time already.
“Ah, I should head home first. I’m a little tired.”
I didn’t feel any need to go for a second round. And since the rumors were already out, if we went to round two, it was obvious it would just turn into more half-assed consolation.
Better to go home and jerk off.
And honestly, I really did need to blow one off. There was no way I could let this calm down. Besides, since Seol Yeomyeong had hit me earlier, she’d only made things worse.
“I think I should head out too. My parents texted asking when I’m coming home.”
“Huh~ Yeomyeong, your parents still check your curfew? You’re an office worker now, that’s harsh~”
“Eeeh… yeah, tell me about it. I should move out already. Thanks for your hard work!”
I called a taxi so I could get home fast. Rather than paying for a designated driver, it was much cheaper to just take a taxi home and then take one again the next day.
“Manager Song. Please take me, too.”
“Huh? I can just drop you off along the way, right?”
My heart was thumping. The scent drifted back into my nose, and my lower half swelled again.
“But, Manager Song….”
Her face was flushed red as she took a step closer.
“Ah!”
Maybe because she was drunk, Seol Yeomyeong staggered as she walked over and slipped on the ice. Instinctively, I reached out, and I ended up falling right over her.
“Haaah~”
When I landed on top of her, the sound she let out wasn’t a pained groan at all, but the sweet moan of someone turned on.
And every time she squirmed and moved her thighs, she was driving my Junior Johnson insane with stimulation.
“Huhh.”
It was enough to make me moan without even realizing it.
“M-M-Manager Song.”
“Ah. Sorry.”
I helped her up, but the position had become awkward as hell. My cock had gone so taut it looked like it might rip straight through my clothes.
“No, I mean, this—”
“Manager Song, when we get back to your place, just the two of us… wanna do a second round?”
And her face was red, not from alcohol, that much was obvious.
And then there were the sidelong glances she kept shooting at the tent in my lower half. This was a chance. A definite chance. And I wasn’t some bastard idiot who’d throw away a chance like that.
“Want to?”
***
It was something I blurted out on a drunken impulse. A second round at my place?
I’m crazy. I’m crazy! Seol Yeomyeong, what is wrong with you?
I told myself it was all because of the alcohol. There was no way I’d say something like this sober. Besides, “at your place” and “second round” could only mean one thing, couldn’t it? It was practically the same as asking to have sex.
Thump— thump—
Seol Yeomyeong felt like her heart was hammering right beside her ears.
But it was big. So big. Way bigger than Jin-seong’s.
It was an impulsive thing to say, but at the same time, a strange excitement and anticipation were rising, tangled up with guilt toward her boyfriend and the thrill of betrayal.
She shut her eyes tight and, as if by accident while drunk, rested her hand on the thigh of Song Hoon seated beside her.
It was a kind of signal, a kind of confirmation.
Song Hoon loosened his legs, took her hand, and moved it to the inside of his other thigh, then laid his hand over hers so she was gripping his cock.
“Hah.”
“You were curious about this?”
When Song Hoon whispered into her ear, Seol Yeomyeong lowered her head and, instead of answering, pulled her hand away from the huge thing.
The size is… no, never mind the size—was a cock always this hard?
Her heart was pounding, and just from imagining it, the lower part of her body was already tingling. She had never taken something like that before.
No, come to think of it, her boyfriend was her first. And they’d dated for more than six years.
But that didn’t mean she never watched porn. And it didn’t mean she never talked about that kind of thing with friends.
“Excuse me—mmph!”
The moment they opened the front door and stepped inside, and the door shut behind them, Song Hoon grabbed Seol Yeomyeong by the nape and kissed her.
It wasn’t a soft kiss so much as something closer to a beast soaked in desire.
Slurp—
When they parted, the thread of saliva stretching between their lips finally snapped and dropped.
“M-M-Manager Song.”
As they took off their shoes and crossed the inner door toward the bedroom, their clothes peeled away like dead skin.
“Haa—.”
A strange breath spilled from Seol Yeomyeong’s lips.
Maybe because they’d come in from outside, Song Hoon’s slightly cool hands kept touching her skin, making her flinch without meaning to.
Rough. Too rough. Like a beast. She had never experienced hands like these before, and for a moment she felt like a mouse in front of a cat.
But she didn’t hate it. No, maybe she’d been wanting exactly this all along—not the soft, gentle touch of a boyfriend who seemed to cherish her.
I love this… rough stuff too much. This feeling of being devoured… I feel like I’m going crazy.
On instinct, she peeled away the final, most important layer of fabric—Song Hoon’s underwear—and the instant the cock hidden inside sprang free and slapped her face—
“Hah—!”
Seol Yeomyeong screamed before she could stop herself. It wasn’t just the length.
It stood rigidly toward the sky, full of force, and its shape was as hard as a bodybuilder’s muscle.
Her mind went blank.
“Why?”
“This… is my first time seeing a cock like this. It’s big… and hard.”
Seol Yeomyeong’s unfocused eyes went strangely lax. Her breathing was ragged, and all she could think was—
like a traveler wandering an oasis in the desert and aching for water.
Seol Yeomyeong knelt, her hands wrapping around Song Hoon’s thigh, and then her small pink lips parted as her tongue darted out, eager to taste the giant cock in front of her.
Each time she did, Song Hoon grinned and deliberately took hold of his cock, shaking it up and down to keep her from getting an easy taste.
“Slurp….”
She kept sticking her tongue out and pulling it back in, over and over, while saliva glistened around her mouth.
Little by little, the expression that had once been so innocent began to fill with something beyond longing—thirst.