Business Trip - 6
“Understood. As you requested, I will add points tailored to the concept without compromising the core theme. And regarding this part here… would you like me to proceed with…?”
“Excellent! Excessive flowery language that blurs the theme is nothing but poison. As expected, a professional is different. It’s so refreshing to talk to someone who understands so well. Hahahaha!”
“…I’m glad you’re satisfied.”
I forced a smile to match his boisterous laughter. I wasn’t in the mood to laugh at all, but I didn’t want to risk him picking a fight just because my expression looked stiff.
Besides, four hours of consecutive meetings? That’s just too much. I didn’t even have a break or a chance to go to the bathroom! My throat is killing me! I’m so sleepy!
*Sigh*… No, wait. Four hours to talk a client out of unreasonable revision requests is actually a short turnaround. I could have been dragged through the mud for days, but I wrapped it up in one go. Let’s consider that a blessing. Let’s forget for now that the content was just going in circles. And let’s forget for now that I couldn’t avoid revisions entirely, so there’s still plenty of work left. Just forget it for now.
…I’m exhausted.
I feel like I’m dying, so why is this client so full of energy? Are we sure he’s the same guy I’ve been arguing with for four hours?
“I was skeptical about whether I should hire a freelancer again, but, well, they say it depends on the person, right? Even among freelancers, an expert is just different.”
“Thank you for thinking so highly of me.”
“The young guy I hired last time was only busy making excuses. He’d say it’s hard to meet deadlines, or the requests were all over the place, or ambiguous, or conflicting—he never once thought about his own lack of ability.”
“That must have been difficult for you.”
“Oh, it was truly difficult. I managed to get the delivery date, but the quality was abysmal. Spending all that time and money only to end up with such a poor result, honestly. On the other hand, an expert like you is different. You understood exactly what I was saying and produced great results within the timeframe, didn’t you? My staff were making a fuss about how it was impossible or how we couldn’t meet the deadline, but, haha! Thanks to an expert like you, I can finally breathe easy.”
“Please, don’t praise me too much. I’m just doing my best with what I can.”
“Hahahaha! You’re so humble!”
Ah, I can see it clearly in my mind. That previous freelancer must have been absolutely frustrated. The client would subtly change what he said, over and over, and when it didn’t work, he’d claim the things I said were his own ideas, and if I pointed it out, he’d throw a tantrum saying that was his intention from the start, or he’d drag in unrelated parts and tie them all together.
This pot-bellied man in front of me is the typical type who needs everything to go his way. If you don’t catch that and flatter him like a sycophant, you’ll never get an OK. On top of that, he’s fickle and might change his mind even after giving the OK, so you have to show him examples in real-time to keep him satisfied. It was truly exhausting.
I had to show him everything from the initial draft to the current final version, nodding along to his every word, trying to convince him to move in a direction that didn’t require revisions. In the end, I had to tweak a few things, but I managed to land it safely enough that I can finish it by today or tomorrow.
Let’s endure a little longer, me. It’s not like I’m going to see him again after this report. But wait, the employees have to work with this boss all the time, right? Wow, I wonder if their stomachs are doing okay?
I know you have to do what you have to do to earn a living, but really… what people will do for money.
“Then, why don’t you take a break? Your complexion has looked terrible since this morning. Is something bothering you?”
“No, I’m fine. It just took some time to organize things, so I ended up pulling an all-nighter.”
“I see! Wow, your professional spirit is truly exceptional.”
I forced a laugh and brushed it off. How could I tell him I was drained from masturbating last night? On top of that, I spent the entire night cleaning up the mess—the smell and the stickiness—while I was briefly passed out. I don’t even know how many cans of air freshener I used.
“More than that, it might be a bit late to ask, but are you really okay? Staying in such an expensive room…”
And on the company’s dime, too. I’m not so oblivious that I’d think, *“It’s not my money, so I’ll do whatever I want!”* The client, perhaps not understanding my concern, replied:
“We’re hiring someone, so is money really the issue? You came all the way here to meet our schedule despite being busy, so I should at least do this much for you. If there’s anything else you’re uncomfortable with, please feel free to tell me.”
I see. Yeah, it’s confirmed. That young freelancer from before was definitely the one in the wrong. If you’re taking someone else’s money, you should do your job properly so they have nothing to complain about, damn it! There’s a reason young people get criticized! Damn it! Do the job you’re paid for! Do the job you’re paid for!
Anyway, the meeting concluded with plans to meet at the office in two hours. Once the client left and I was alone in the room, I didn’t have to worry about anyone’s eyes, so I threw off my restrictive suit and collapsed onto the soft sofa.
“I’m exhausted… I want to go home…”
I have to finish the revisions before the client changes his mind, get it re-confirmed, and coddle him so he doesn’t have any complaints… Just imagining it gives me a headache.
I wish I could just do the work and have the staff handle the rest! I want to complain, but the very reason I’m here is because that’s not possible, isn’t it? It’s definitely not going to work, fuck.
“Jia, I miss you…”
Just thinking of her face made the front of my pants bulge out, as if it were a lie. My member stood up with such force it felt like it would tear through my pants, as if they weren’t even an obstacle. It felt like a lie that I couldn’t even get it up until just recently. It’s like I’ve returned to my teenage years. Back then, I could get an erection just by looking at a peach.
This is all thanks to Jia, who went out of her way—no, took her panties off—for me. Ah, now that I’m thinking about it, I want to see her again. I know that if I watch it, I’ll just drain myself again… but while I was worrying about that, my hand was already pulling out my smartphone to play the video.
The background is the shower room. A D-cup, slender beauty is riding on top of a muscular, giant man lying on the floor. Naturally, the giant in the video is Ji-wook, and the slender beauty is Jia.
Every time Ji-wook’s hips jolted, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed. Along with that, the sound of their ragged breathing came through the speakers.
“Must feel really good, huh? Your hips can’t stay still~?”
“Haa! Nu, Nuna! Haa!”
To start with the result, the bet Jia made with Ji-wook ended in Jia’s victory. What’s in this video is the process of that bet. For reference, the camera Jia turned on was one of the three installed in the shower room. The other two captured everything that happened in the shower that night without missing a beat.
“Try a little harder~! If you hold out for just one more minute, you can win the bet~!”
“Ugh! Guh! Hah!”
“You said you wanted to cum inside me, right? Isn’t it a waste to just waste your semen on a handjob~?”
“Kuh! Huk! I, it’s coming out?!”
“Ahahaha! It’s spraying like a fountain~! I won again this time~!”
A 30cm cannon was being toyed with inside Jia’s small hand. Despite its thickness, which would require both hands to fully wrap around, it would spray semen with just a few movements of her hand. Especially when she rubbed the tip of the glans with her palm, a pathetic, monkey-like cry would burst from Ji-wook’s mouth.
“What are you doing~? Your holding time is getting shorter and shorter~! Give it some effort~!”
“N, no! Too, kuh! Hah!”
Even while Ji-wook was thrashing like a fish thrown onto land, Jia rode him as skillfully as a cowboy taming a wild horse. Despite the level of thrashing that made it seem like he might be thrown off, she showed a calm demeanor, as if she were on flat ground. At the same time, as if to say she wouldn’t allow a single moment of rest, her hand didn’t stop stimulating Ji-wook’s massive member.
“A, again, it’s coming out?! I’m cumming!”
“Ah~!”
A massive amount of semen sprayed out as if this was the last time. A fountain of thick white slime erupted, so intense it felt like a special effect from a movie. The viscosity and concentration were conveyed perfectly even through the screen. To think you could actually hear the sound of it splattering on the floor—just how thick was it?!
Semen specialized for impregnating a female. If any female were to be ejaculated into with that, she would get pregnant in one shot. Jia was smiling, covered from head to toe in that thick, dense glob of slime that seemed to be a concentration of that male’s virility.
“Fufu, making me get covered in such thick stuff. I feel like I’ll get pregnant just from the smell~. My womb is already mistaking it for being filled and is pulsing~.”
“Haa…, haa…”
“Too bad~. If you had won the bet, you could have made a baby with me before Seunghyun, fufu.”
Jia drew a heart shape on her lower abdomen with fingers slick with semen. Just that alone made me cum. I was already exhausted, but seeing her like that, I couldn’t help it.
“Want a rematch? I can do it as much as you want.”
“*Sigh*…, impossible…, any more is…”
Instead of a white flag, semen pooled at the tip of his urethra. With that last bit, the 30cm cannon went limp. Well, he’d been drained so many times in one go, there was no way he’d have any stamina left. He must have been hit by a sense of exhaustion so deep it felt like his soul had left his body, unable to move a single finger. I know that feeling well, having been on the receiving end a few times. It’s almost like torture.
Jia looked down at Ji-wook with a gaze like she was watching a younger brother who had collapsed from exhaustion. It was a warm, satisfied gaze that felt like both teasing for it being over so soon and comfort for his hard work.
“Then, as promised, you’ll do me a favor.”
“Haa, yes…”
“I’m going out first, so please clean up~.”
She left Ji-wook to rest, washed herself, and came out of the shower room. The first thing she did was call me. I, who had been watching that in real-time, was on the verge of fainting and was even more limp than Ji-wook. Thinking back, I don’t even remember how I managed to answer the phone.
“Fufu, you were watching it all without sleeping, weren’t you? How was it? Seeing your beloved wife giving a handjob to another man’s cock. Were you excited~?”
I was excited beyond words. Even in my teenage years, when my stamina was always at full capacity, I don’t think I ever drained myself this violently, to the point of fainting. What did I answer back then? Right, I must have shown her my member, which wouldn’t stand up anymore because I’d cum so much. I remember Jia being happy when she saw that.
Coincidentally, the video showed a scene where she was looking at her smartphone with a *“Kya~♡”* expression.
“It’s completely limp~♡ Seunghyun’s cock, exhausted and drained, is so cute too~♡”
It’s cute, right? Jia, you have the same look in your eyes as a predator eyeing weak prey. But soon after, perhaps thinking she’d gone a bit too far, she composed her expression and continued in a scolding tone.
“Really, you have work tomorrow, you shouldn’t stay up like this. No matter how thorough you are about work, your body can’t take it.”
I’m feeling that regret right now as I watch the video. I truly feel that I have no stamina left. And if you think about it, isn’t it Jia’s fault? How could I not watch it when she showed me something like that?
“I knew you’d stay up watching, so… well, I’m the one who couldn’t restrain myself, um, uh, sorry…”
I got an apology. A crestfallen Jia is also really cute. But if you think about it, it’s a mistake Jia made for my sake, right? Which means the responsibility is basically on me, right?
“Anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
As Jia said, I drained myself thoroughly. She kissed the phone with a gentle, motherly smile, waved her hand, and told me to sleep well.
“Now, really go to sleep. Ji-wook is exhausted, and I’ll be restrained today too. Fufu, look forward to tomorrow, and get some rest, Seunghyun. Dream of me. Ah! Don’t cheat on me in your dreams~!”
The video ended with Jia leaving a cute pout. What happened after that? I remember trying to turn off the computer and go to sleep because I couldn’t take it anymore, but I don’t know what happened after that. When I came to, I was slumped over the back of my chair, so I must have just passed out.
I was exhausted, and between cleaning up and checking work-related content—even if it was self-inflicted—I thought I was going to die this morning. I really need to restrain myself next time. Let’s think about my age, Seunghyun!
“…Reflect on yourself, me.”
Besides, I’ve already cum twice in the meantime…! While watching the video and replaying my favorite parts over and over. Thanks to that, I’m truly exhausted, like I’m going to die. I was at my physical limit, you idiot. To cum twice more in that situation—are you crazy?
Still, it’s a relief that I have about two hours left to rest. I even used a condom on purpose, so cleaning up was easy. Let’s wipe up, tidy up, and sleep comfortably in bed for at least an hour before I get up. The revision work is definitely going to be hellishly difficult, too.
―Just as I was thinking that and trying to get up, I heard the intercom.
Wondering what it was, I threw the condom onto the desk and headed to the monitor. There—
“Mr. Seunghyun, right? I’ve come to pick you up.”
A strange woman dressed in a suit was reflected on the screen.