CCTV Voyeurism and the Boss's Taboo Command
"While watching Dohee on CCTV... fuck me."
The ice queen doing something so steamy... no, anyway! Uploading anonymously to SNS or something... is this just my fantasy?
And with that, Dohee soon began masturbating. Zooming in on the screen revealed the sticky threads stretching from her fingers as they pulled away from her pussy, crystal clear.
Seohwi watched through the monitor as Dohee's cynical expression gradually twisted into deeper grimaces. He could see her body twitching at the sharp jolts of pleasure, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her breaths growing ragged as her mouth fell open.
Seohwi recalled what he'd just seen on the CCTV. During the session, Dohee had chatted with the client—probably about their sex life or preferences, something like that. He was certain it had been sexual talk. She'd handled the client while engaging in that kind of conversation, gotten herself all worked up alone afterward, and once the client left, masturbated solo in the treatment room. That was his understanding.
But filming her own pussy with her phone... and now recording her masturbation on video? Things at Aura often defied common sense, but this side of Dohee was truly baffling.
Is she uploading that kind of video to some secret alt account...?
Maybe selling photos and clips online...
Ha... but damn, I wanna see it too...!
The CCTV captured every detail, right up to Dohee finishing herself off with a little squirt.
Why's she squirting like that...? Marking her territory or something...?
The footage ended with Dohee wiping herself clean, straightening her clothes, and heading out.
So she masturbated... then came straight to me for training...
Meaning her meridians weren't blocked anymore since her lust was sated, so I couldn't see them properly... and that's why the skill didn't activate...?
Seohwi's head spun. His skill didn't work on just anyone—it didn't reveal meridians on people who'd recently satisfied their desires. No visible meridians meant no way to clear them with his skills, and thus no external effects on that person.
But Chae-ah and Suyeon both had sexual partners, so they'd probably relieved their urges too. Why did their lust suddenly drop only at Aura...? Dohee had just masturbated, which might leave her less satisfied than Chae-ah or Suyeon with actual partners—what was really going on? The clue to why his skill hadn't worked on Dohee alone felt just out of reach, maddeningly elusive.
Agh, my head hurts...!
Time for... emergency treatment...!
Dohee-noona as my side dish—fap sesh time, fuuuuck!
Seohwi rewound the CCTV to the moment Dohee yanked down her panties and started in the treatment room. He shoved down his pants, trying to fish out his twitching, erect cock from his underwear.
In the dim, dusty warehouse, the only light came from the CCTV monitor, fueling Seohwi's tense arousal. He zoomed the feed so Dohee filled the entire screen, then gazed at her once more, slowly.
Pulling aside her panties for a pussy selfie, adjusting the camera angle while rubbing her folds and teasing her clit, then picking up the phone again—the dual nature of cool beauty Dohee sent electric shocks through Seohwi's brain.
Fuck skills or meridians or whatever—I just know this noona is smoking hot...!!!
Seohwi gripped the shaft of his rock-hard cock with his right hand. As Dohee bit her lower lip and moaned on-screen, he matched her rhythm, stroking roughly up and down.
Blood surged into his spongy tissues, weighing down his entire lower body. Each stroke made his balls contract, and clear precum began beading at his tip in time with the motion.
Agh, ah... Dohee-noona...! Should've just asked if I could shove it in earlier? Huh, huff, huff, or at least rubbed the tip against her pussy...
The instant Dohee's fingers stretched sticky strings away from her pussy on-screen, Seohwi's imagination peaked. Memories flooded back: Dohee's lips sucking him in the treatment room moments ago, the soft give of her breasts.
Unable to hold back the building climax, Seohwi bucked his hips and sped up.
Agh... aaah—!!! I wanna fuck Dohee-noona so bad...! Even without skills, she's got me this worked up on my own level—I've totally got a shot—!!!
But Seohwi didn't know about the warehouse CCTV silently watching him jerk off in the monitor's glow—a feed only visible in the director's office.
A low, clear voice came from the warehouse door.
"Seohwi, I told you to come to the director's office after training. And here you are... entertaining yourself alone?"
Seohwi's heart nearly stopped. He hadn't even tucked his cock away, twisting awkwardly as he whipped his head around.
Director Han Chae-ah leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a strange smile playing on her lips as she looked down at him. Her gaze traveled from his face downward to the rigid cock twitching in his hand, watching as shock made it shrink, forcing out the pooled precum. She glanced at the monitor too—Dohee's masturbation scene.
Fu... fucked...!
Caught mid-jerk, shame crashed over Seohwi alongside memories of the employment contract, his stiff cock wilting into a limp, floppy mess.
No arbitrary ejaculation inside Aura premises; all semen discharge must occur under the employer's strict management (sealing).
Strict prohibition on workplace romance and physical contact.
Something like that...!
Violations meant 50% base pay deduction that month. Worse, he'd disappointed Chae-ah, who'd hired him on faith. The earlier horniness evaporated.
Seohwi fumbled his cock into his panties and pulled up his pants in a panic. So flustered, his cockhead poked over the waistband. Pants half-on, he stood awkwardly and paused the still-playing Dohee footage.
"Director, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to, I just..."
"Hmm."
"No, it wasn't on purpose—the training, Senior Dohee started it... that... moment, the vibe... weird... erection... hot... no, what am I even saying?! Director, I'm sorry..."
Seohwi mumbled apologies, head bowed. His cooling cock dribbled precum over the panty waistband like teary-eyed remorse.
Chae-ah stepped slowly into the CCTV room. Her footsteps squeezed his heart. She approached, staring at the paused screen—Dohee's spread legs, sopping pussy in full view.
"No need to apologize. It's instinct, after all."
Her voice was surprisingly calm. But her next words chilled his spine.
"But Seohwi, don't you remember our contract? 'No ejaculation without permission from Han Chae-ah.' And... 'No workplace romance or physical contact.' Right?"
Chae-ah lifted his chin with slender fingers, forcing eye contact. Her eyes held less disappointment than a predator's glee at spotting tasty prey. The cowering prey couldn't even hide his erection, radiating fear—and she felt like the beast in control, a thrilling buzz of excitement surging through her at the power.
"You and Dohee looked like you were having fun, huh? Sixty-nine, even... Seohwi, isn't your training progressing a bit too fast from the start?"
"Th-that was... Senior Dohee who started...!"
"Doesn't matter who started. What matters is you wasted 'Aura's assets' without my permission."
"Y-yes, you're right, but it wasn't on purpose..."
"I get it, I get it. Not on purpose. Your dick got hard during massage training—not on purpose. You just sat there while Dohee sucked you off—not on purpose. Reaching out to grope her tits—not on purpose. Letting her climb on the bed, eating her pussy while she blew you in sixty-nine—not on purpose."
"Ugh... urk..."
"They say pussy and cock gotta clap together for the juice to flow, right?"
Huh? Never heard that one...
"Yes... I'm sorry."
Seohwi had no defense. He'd been horny and into it—no blaming Dohee, no denying it.
"I'm sorry. Deduct my base pay or whatever penalty—I'll accept it and reflect."
As Seohwi spoke in a dying voice, Chae-ah fell silent. Then she stroked his cheek, gripping his shoulder.
"Deduction? Seohwi, you think I'm doing this over a few bucks?"
Her cool fingers trailed down his chest to his open fly. Electricity jolted through him, body trembling.
"Money's no issue. You'll earn more than that working at Aura anyway. But breaking rules we can't ignore needs addressing."
"Or it'll keep happening."
To the speechless Seohwi, Chae-ah commanded.
"Stand up."
"Pants down."
"Underwear too."
In the cramped CCTV room, Seohwi obeyed. With his underwear down, his semi-flaccid cock flopped downward.
Chae-ah spoke again.
"Get it hard."
She rewound to Dohee starting her masturbation—spreading on the bed, snapping pussy selfies, fingering herself.
Seohwi felt blood rushing back as he watched. Chae-ah smiled faintly, wrapping her hand around his cock.
"Oh my, it's thickening up again. Harder than when you're with me? Prefer Dohee? 'Cause she's younger?"
"N-no, it's not that—this situation's just... stimulating..."
Chae-ah fondled his cock, squeezing from the base to milk out residual precum, repeating until it beaded at the tip. She wiped it with her finger and tasted it.
Flustered, Seohwi stared at her face. Chae-ah said,
"While watching Dohee on CCTV... fuck me."
"Y-yes... what?!"
Chae-ah shut the CCTV room door with a click, locking it tight. With the solid lock sound, Seohwi's mental escape vanished.
In the monitor's glow, Chae-ah's silhouette loomed dark. She hiked her skirt, slid off her panties completely. Returning, she rewound to Dohee climbing the bed and spreading her legs.
Chae-ah braced against the wall, thrusting her ass toward Seohwi. Arms to elbows on the wall for perfect height alignment with her pussy.
"Hey, Kim Seohwi!"
"Yes!"
"Thrust in quick. While watching CCTV."
"And."
"While fucking me, call me Dohee."
"Y-yes, Di... Director... no, Chae-ah-noona... no, Dohee-noona!"
Half-joking, half-serious, calling her Dohee-noona gave Seohwi a taboo thrill, his cock twitching harder. Seeing Seohwi approach with his erection, calling her Dohee, stirred an illicit excitement in Chae-ah, her juices flowing freer.
Seohwi gripped his fully hard cock, eyes on the masturbating Dohee on-screen, advancing toward the dark glimpse of Chae-ah's pussy flesh between her cheeks.
