Behind the Magic Mirror
'Huh? The VVIP room had a big mirror facing this way...!'
'Whoa! It's a magic mirror!!!'
In that instant, Seohwi felt chills run down his spine and nearly let out a yelp, but he barely managed to hold it back. On the other side of the magic mirror, the two were chatting when her fiancé slyly wrapped his arms around Chae-ah from behind and began groping her breasts.
Seohwi clamped his hand over his mouth and pressed his eyes right up against the magic mirror. From the shadows behind the CEO office sofa—a perfect hiding spot where no one would spot him—he began watching Aura's queen, Han Chae-ah, permit her fiancé's caresses.
Under the bright lights of the VVIP room, her suited fiancé was roughly pressing himself on her. The scene beyond the magic mirror was cruelly vivid. The ornate chandelier light shattered across Chae-ah's pale skin like diamonds. Her fiancé sat like a hulking brute on the bed, positioning Chae-ah to stand before him. Gone was the cool charisma she'd shown earlier when cornering Seohwi; now, she trembled faintly with every touch of his hands, forcing the corners of her mouth up to please him.
"Chae-ah, you're kinda stiff today? Colder than usual?"
The VVIP room and CEO office weren't perfectly soundproof; her fiancé's thick voice vibrated faintly through the mirror. Suddenly, Seohwi craved to hear more from the VVIP room. Was it that the CCTV didn't transmit audio? If Chae-ah was the type to install extra cameras just in the CEO office, maybe it had sound too.
If only I could hear the sounds better...
Groping in the darkness, Seohwi found Chae-ah's monitor. Zooming in on the VVIP room feed brought up a speaker icon; tapping it once blasted the room's sounds vividly from her desk speakers. Twisting the volume knob right filled the CEO office with even their breaths.
"Taejin... why're you like this today... go easy..."
"Go easy? What's with the weak reactions today? Be more into it when we do this."
Her fiancé's mocking tone stabbed into Seohwi's ears. Chae-ah forced a coquettish laugh and wrapped her arms around Taejin's neck, but through the magic mirror, her eyes held no lust—just obligation.
Taejin roughly shed his suit, dropped his pants and underwear, and pulled out his still-flaccid cock.
"Suck it."
Without a word, Chae-ah knelt and took Taejin's cock in her mouth. She hesitated briefly, then began mechanically bobbing her head in fellatio. Breaking the CEO office silence were the vivid friction sounds and wet slurps pouring from the speakers.
Seohwi swallowed hard and cranked the volume higher. Now Taejin's ragged breaths and Chae-ah's faint gags from deep in her throat tickled his ears through the speakers.
Taejin wasn't getting hard easily; his cock, still in her mouth, flopped like a sea cucumber.
"Suck harder. Why do you seem so reluctant today?"
Chae-ah glanced up at Taejin's face with his sea-cucumber dick in her mouth, then started fondling his balls too. Silently, she took him deeper. Through the mirror, her eyes were unfocused, like a soulless doll—only her mouth and tongue moving on autopilot.
The magic mirror's visual assault and the speakers' wet fellatio sounds had hardened Seohwi's cock rock-solid. Memories flooded back: plunging deep into Chae-ah's womb moments ago, spraying cum wildly into her warm mouth. In the darkness, he unzipped his pants.
President... you're kneeling for that worthless guy? Sucking that floppy sea-cucumber dick?
Seohwi gripped his cock roughly. Just one wall away, the live fellatio sounds and Chae-ah's fake gagging moans from the speakers numbed his brain.
As he stroked, he pressed his face to the mirror. Each time Taejin grabbed her hair and shook her head, Chae-ah's eyes quivered pitifully toward the mirror. Seohwi felt like she was meeting his gaze, and precum leaked out.
Suddenly, Taejin yanked Chae-ah up, forcibly yanked down her pants and panties, bent her over the bed doggy-style, and tried to thrust in. His cock still too soft for entry, he rubbed it frantically against her pussy. Once semi-erect enough, he fingered her ass crack to aim.
Seohwi saw the glans press against her, but Chae-ah winced—still too dry.
"Taejin... go slow, just a bit more..."
Her voice through the speakers trembled faintly—not with pleasure, but pain.
Ignoring her plea, Taejin spat on his cock and pussy, rubbing roughly. Seohwi glued himself to the mirror, eyes wide, determined not to miss a frame of the pathetic yet perversely hot scene.
When Taejin forced his way in, a short "Eugh!" yelp burst from Chae-ah's mouth. Without foreplay or a relaxed mood, his cock felt like an intruder, not pleasure. She clutched the bedsheet in agony.
"Hah... feels good, right? You like it when I pound you."
Misreading her writhing pain, Taejin pistoned his hips impatiently. Seohwi jerked off toward the mirror—toward Chae-ah's pained face beyond—shaking his cock.
The speakers blared flesh-slapping thuds and her fake moans, but Seohwi read her eyes: She's writhing in pain right now.
Taejin, after barely any thrusts, grimaced like he was about to cum. Ignoring her mood entirely, he focused only on unloading. His face twisted; "Urgh... ugh!" echoed from the speakers.
He yanked out hastily, spraying cum toward her asshole. Seeing it, Seohwi stroked harder to his own edge.
As he came, he glimpsed Chae-ah's tear-glazed eyes turned toward the mirror, brimming with sorrow. The contrast with their own sex—the noble Han Chae-ah reduced to a cum-extractor—gnawed at him uncomfortably.
Taejin panted roughly in satisfaction, pulling on his underwear. He didn't even glance at Chae-ah, still prone and shuddering on the bed.
"That was decent today? But you need to work out. Your reactions are getting lamer."
Ignoring her reply, he dressed fully and left the VVIP room—then Aura entirely.
President... no, Chae-ah noona...
Seohwi gripped harder and came, shooting ropes toward Chae-ah—blocked by the mirror. His hot cum splattered the glass, lingering before trickling down.
Seohwi couldn't fathom why someone as capable and beautiful as Chae-ah endured that guy. He'd uncover the story slowly.
The VVIP room after Taejin's exit hung in heavy silence. The speakers picked up only faint static at max volume. Chae-ah lay prone for ages, staring blankly. His cum dripped from her ass and cheeks down her thighs to the floor.
Finally, she wiped her tears, cleaned the traces with wet wipes. Fearing she'd enter the CEO office, Seohwi hastily wiped his mess, closed the mirror, erased all traces, and hid under her desk.
Luckily, Chae-ah skipped the office and left Aura. Confirming it, Seohwi clocked out too.
Back home, Seohwi lay in bed reflecting.
I had sex with CEO Chae-ah, and confirmed her fiancé sucks.
But what does that make me, sleeping with someone engaged?
I was just purely healing her with massage...
Seohwi decided to sleep it off and closed his eyes.
The next morning, Seohwi arrived at Aura early. Chae-ah's sad face from yesterday lingered, unsettling him. He checked the CEO office—no Chae-ah yet—then tidied the treatment rooms: single rooms, VIP doubles, VVIP triples, sorting supplies.
In the VVIP room, Taejin's dried cum stain remained. Debating mentioning it to Chae-ah, Seohwi frowned at it long—better clean before someone else saw.
"Seohwi, what're you doing here? Cleaners come later, and night shift tidied roughly."
Turning, there stood Han Chae-ah—flawless, no trace of yesterday's misery. Crisp-ironed uniform, perfect ponytail. But up close, her eyes were puffy, faint blue qi meridians—and bruises—on her arms and hips.
That 'sex' with her fiancé felt more like force...
"Oh, President. You're in? Just... this spot looked dirty."
Seohwi casually pointed at the cum stain.
Chae-ah's gaze followed his finger and froze. Her shoulders twitched for a split second.
"Dirty? What?"
"Dunno, heard no bookings yesterday, but weird smell... what's this?"
"Ah, uh... spilled massage oil doing paperwork? Don't worry, get out."
"Doesn't smell like oil..." (He sniffed a wiped tissue.) "This reeks..."
"Hey, hey! Don't sniff that! Toss it!"
"Was your appointment yesterday with your fiancé, President?"
"Curious about everything, huh."
"I handle Aura's cum management, so no harm knowing."
"But your body's got blocked meridians showing now."
"Bruises too on both arms?"
Seohwi's eyes lingered on the faint bruises peeking from her uniform sleeves. Chae-ah reflexively hid her arms.
"Eyes look swollen from crying... want me to clean you up?"
"Cl-clean what?!"
"These filthy traces. On the floor... and inside you, President."
Chae-ah flushed as if caught yesterday.
"Ah, uh, yesterday... mm, I wasn't feeling well, must look off...!"
As she stammered in panic, Seohwi approached and grabbed both arms.
"President, your meridians are a mess—I just want to clear them. That suited asshole yesterday didn't care about you."
Chae-ah gasped, hands flying to her mouth.
"Today, I'll rush-clear your meridians. Wash away yesterday's mood completely."
Finishing, Seohwi spun her around into a backhug, hands kneading her breasts.
Chae-ah thought: Wh-what?! Same as Taejin yesterday... what the?!
Still backhugging, Seohwi unbuttoned her uniform shirt one by one.
[Aura's CEO: Han Chae-ah]
