Chapter 21
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Seo Na-yeon Gets Used and Dumped
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"This time, get on all fours. Like a bitch in heat."
A normal woman would find this treatment dizzyingly humiliating.
Seo Na-yeon felt a surge of shame and humiliation at Young-cheol's brazen attitude, acting like she was already his property just because she'd given in once...
But refusing wasn't easy.
Above all else, he was the president of the company where she was currently sucking up honey—er, working.
With thoughts of Is this really right? swirling in her head, Na-yeon reluctantly started to push herself up, moving sluggishly.
Smack!
A palm flew straight to Na-yeon's plump rear.
"Ah...!"
"Hurry up and get into position. If you want to back out now, time's running short."
"..."
Another wave of mortification.
Na-yeon swallowed her humiliated feelings and got down on all fours toward Young-cheol, just like a bitch in estrus.
Her pink pussy, which had been entered by Tae-gu's cock over a thousand times yet still clenched tight like a clam with perfect elasticity, glistened wetly from Young-cheol's recent cum and her own fresh juices.
And above it, Na-yeon's incredibly thick, plump ass cheeks spread wide, exposing her wrinkled anus without filter.
Moreover, with her best feature—a 43-inch hip measurement meeting her slender 25-inch waist—looking down from above created an extreme hourglass curve like a Coca-Cola bottle, an artistic silhouette no man could resist without getting hard.
"Haa... fuck, this slut is insanely hot!"
With no time left and his patience worn thin, Kwak Young-cheol charged at Na-yeon—who was on all fours in mating position—like a dog in rut.
"Haa... haa!"
No foreplay this time. He rushed in purely to drain his balls, pounding her like a beast. Like a male dog mounting a bitch, Young-cheol reached forward, gripped Na-yeon's tits hard, and shook his hips wildly.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Ngh... urk."
"Haa... fuck, this is so good... ah... heuk... heuk."
Na-yeon's ass met Young-cheol's lower belly, producing a rhythmic drumming sound like beating a drum made of flesh. After shaking his hips at full speed in that position for about three minutes...
"Urk... fuck, I'm cumming."
"Haa... haa... ah... ah!"
This time, Young-cheol controlled his orgasm somewhat, pulling out just before climax and spraying his white semen across her massive ass. The sticky load flowed down her pale cheeks like the sugar glaze on a donut.
"Heuk... heuk... whew... fucking bitch."
Whack!
After finishing, Kwak Young-cheol swung full force at her ass, the vibration sending splatters flying back up.
"Ow! That hurts!"
"Don't you like getting your ass spanked? It clenched tighter when I hit it earlier while fucking you."
"No... still..."
But ignoring Na-yeon's protest, Kwak Young-cheol jumped up and started hastily pulling on his panties and clothes.
"Sorry, but I'm in a rush, so I'll head out first. Fuck, pounding a married slut really restores a man's authority... Oh, here's cab fare."
The affair partner, rushing home to his wife after sex. Kwak Young-cheol pulled a 100,000-won postdated check and three 50,000-won bills from his wallet, handing them to Na-yeon.
Total: 250,000 won.
Cab fare, he said... but whether coincidence or not, it matched exactly what top office escorts charged, leaving her with a strange feeling.
A twinge of humiliation hit as she pocketed the money. Young-cheol kissed her cheek and said goodbye.
"Wash up slowly... or crash here if you want. Anyway, see you tomorrow. Today was really fun, heh."
The next morning. Young-cheol's used car dealership.
Seo Na-yeon arrived at work with a slightly darkened expression.
Even after the absurd way Young-cheol bolted, taking a cab home, she'd mulled it over endlessly in her head.
Fuck, what the hell? Did he hook me up with this job just to fuck me once and toss me aside?
Like how people's moods change before and after using the bathroom, Na-yeon had been grateful at first just for the job. But after giving in once, she now felt regret that she could've gotten more out of it.
At least getting treated like a cheap whore for 250,000 won... didn't sit right.
Perhaps picking up on her subdued tone, Oh Da-hye—who usually ignored her like a dog or chicken—slinked over and struck up a conversation.
"Did something happen with the boss yesterday?"
"Huh? Oh, no? Why?"
Na-yeon responded defensively in a prickly tone. But Oh Da-hye, having worked here a long time, knew Kwak Young-cheol well enough to guess what went down.
"Watch out for that guy. Even if he's closer to you as a junior... he's a pro at seducing women, fucking them, and dumping them. Low-class scum."
"..."
Na-yeon looked at Da-hye, who pretended to worry but whose eyes gleamed with schadenfreude: How's it feel to get played too? Serves you right.
"...Nothing happened. I just wasn't feeling well."
"Ah... okay."
Her fading words carried a faint mocking "heh," but Na-yeon averted her eyes and pretended not to notice.
This bitch is splitting hairs...
Serves you right, you dumb slut. Got used and dumped again.
The two forced awkward smiles, hiding their true thoughts like mirrors.
And then—
"Good morning, everyone! Na-yeon, grab me some coffee. Da-hye, finish up yesterday's paperwork."
"Yes."
"...Yes."
Kwak Young-cheol showed up with a brazenly bright smile, acting like nothing happened.
They'd sat her in accounting, but since Seo Na-yeon—the total computer illiterate who couldn't even use Excel—her main job was...
"Na-yeon, coffee."
"...Yes, sir."
Brewing coffee. One-trick pony.
Click-clack...
Pouring the brown liquid skillfully as always, but Na-yeon's heart was in turmoil.
They'd fucked twice yesterday, yet the boss said nothing. Normally, he'd call her aside for small talk like "How'd it feel last night?" or "Wasn't it good?" Even if he planned to keep her as an office wife despite his actual wife... shouldn't he welcome her more warmly, hit on her in secret spots?
But...
"Here..."
"Ah, thanks."
"Yeah... oppa."
"Ah... Na-yeon. I want to be casual too... but if I give you special treatment, people talk. So from today, no more informal speech. You use formal with me too, no more 'oppa.' Got it?"
"..."
"Just say 'Yes, President.'"
"Yes... President."
Before fucking her, he'd been all over her, promising the world and flirting openly.
But after getting what he wanted, Kwak Young-cheol flipped 180 degrees, building a blatant wall. Treating yesterday like it never happened... not just speech, but his expression was objectively distant, like she was employee #1, not even an acquaintance.
Of course, that's how a proper boss should act, but it wasn't normal for the Kwak Young-cheol who'd been horny to fuck her until yesterday.
What's going on...? Why act like you don't know? Like nothing happened? Wait... did he use me and dump me?
Biting her lip at the sudden change, Na-yeon left the office and spotted that annoying Oh Da-hye smirking at her.
I told you so.
Her face screamed it without words.
Seo Na-yeon dodged Da-hye's gaze, floundering in her distress.
Did he really use and dump me...? Me? Then... what about my job?
She hadn't known he was married before, so her expectations had been high. Even after learning, she figured a guy like Kwak Young-cheol could divorce anytime, so she'd held onto hope.
And she never imagined he'd fuck a beauty like her (she had a pretty objective self-view) once and discard her. She'd expected office wife status.
But this sudden wall...
Did his wife... find out?
Drowning in pessimism, Na-yeon's mind spun clear scenarios.
Am I getting fired...? If his wife knows, she wouldn't let me stay... she'd demand it.
But if so, wouldn't he say something? Yet Kwak Young-cheol hadn't mentioned his wife finding out. Yesterday truly erased.
"Na-yeon, handle these customers."
"Ah, yes, Team Leader Kim."
Na-yeon's other "duty" was customer service.
Not sexual, just greeting and coffee, but her pretty face and big ass baited customers to return, fulfilling her role well.
After serving coffee, passing the break room near male employees, their gossip snagged her attention.
"Na-yeon's ass got eaten by the boss yesterday, right?"
"Yeah, kek... Why else give a job to a braindead bimbo who can't do shit? Heard he took her from the wine bar to a motel."
"For real? Fuck, wondered when he'd do it—finally fucked her yesterday. So jealous! But damn, she's useless at work. Da-hye says she can't even do Word or Excel. Almost fucked up receipts once, so no real tasks since."
"Fuck it, who cares. That fat ass is worth 300 million won easy. She could've made ten times more whoring it out."
"True, kekeke."
"So she's the boss's concubine now?"
"Dunno. Lured the last secretary the same way and dumped her after eating, kek."
Seo Na-yeon gripped the coffee tray so hard her knuckles whitened.