Chapter 23
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Seo Na-yeon Becomes the President's Exclusive Sexual Office Supply (Third Person)
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With Kwak Young-cheol's wife out of the house, he no longer had to worry about prying eyes, which was a good thing.
But that didn't explain why Seo Na-yeon had to give it to him right there in the office.
Thinking about it, it was almost laughable.
"W-Wait just a sec..."
"Oh, come on, what's the big deal? My wife's been holding me back, and I've got a massive backlog built up."
"..."
"Just once, okay? I've always fantasized about doing it in the office."
But even as Seo Na-yeon tried to push away Kwak Young-cheol's hands, she flinched.
What if she refused and got fired?
She hesitated, thinking that maybe not here of all places...
Over a week of gaslighting had started to take its toll.
So Seo Na-yeon wavered but couldn't bring herself to shove away Kwak Young-cheol as he hiked up her skirt and tore her pantyhose.
"Okay, just don't moan... Oh, want something to bite down on?"
"Huh...?"
Kwak Young-cheol started pulling bills out of his wallet.
Fifties and tens mixed together—one, two, three... eventually making a thick wad worth 400,000 won that he shoved toward Na-yeon.
"Bite down on this, and you won't make a sound. It'll be fun, right?"
"..."
"If you hold it in your mouth the whole time without letting go, it's yours—400,000 won. Deal?"
Seo Na-yeon was an easy woman. Even she knew that.
She'd traded blowjobs and thighjobs with the landlord instead of paying tens of thousands in rent.
And to keep her 2.3 million won job, she'd spread her legs for Kwak Young-cheol.
But... with people right outside who could hear everything... doing it in the office, and on top of that, making her bite down on a humiliating wad of cash like some toy? That was too much.
It was like treating her as a sex toy.
The thought made Seo Na-yeon bristle.
"No, fuck, Oppa... Do you think I'm some whore selling my body?"
"What? Don't wanna?"
"..."
"Then don't."
"..."
Na-yeon stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror on one side of the president's office.
She was on all fours like a dog, a thick wad of bills vulgarly clenched in her mouth, her eyes slightly unfocused as she gazed into the mirror.
It was a utterly pathetic sight, right at rock bottom.
'I really am a whore.'
Come to think of it, if she got fired from this job, she wouldn't land anything normal anyway—she'd even resolved to work as a real hooker in an office-tel.
Being Kwak Young-cheol's exclusive whore was better than that. At least it beat lying under creepy old men in their fifties.
With that self-justification, she endured the heavy weight of Young-cheol pounding her from behind in doggy style.
"Mmph♡... Mmph♡! Mmph♡.....♡!"
But Young-cheol's goblin club, lodged deep inside her, was too stimulating to endure without moaning. No matter how hard she bit down on the wad—leaving teeth marks—she couldn't stop some sounds from leaking out.
Just like the pussy juices seeping from Na-yeon's cunt
Squelch! Squelch! Squish!
as his cock pistoned in and out.
Even as she desperately tried to hold back, the sight of Na-yeon leaking moans only aroused Young-cheol more. With his brutish hands, he grabbed her long hair in one fist like reins and yanked.
"Mmph! Mmmph...!"
"Hah... Hah... Fuck, this is so hot... You're fucking delicious, Seo Na-yeon, you slut..."
He kept spewing crude reviews instead of sweet nothings in her ear, but Na-yeon—whose vulgar nature had been trained by Kang Tae-gu—found twisted pleasure in the blatant contempt and degradation.
Slap...! Slap...! Slap...!
"Mmmph... Mmm."
Her most hated coworker was working right next door, and here she was in the president's office, on her knees like a bitch in heat, getting bred from behind!
Na-yeon's masochistic side surged with ecstasy in this sleazy situation, but she couldn't withstand the intensifying thrusts from Kwak Young-cheol. Her form collapsed, and she flattened prone on the floor.
"Haa... Haa... Huh... Huh."
Young-cheol chased her down, mounting her back with his massive frame and relentlessly pumping his hips. Her slender white legs trembled like a frail frog being forcibly mated by a bullfrog—a vulgar, erotic sight.
Now steeped in pleasure, Na-yeon's mind had lost all worry about getting caught by Oh Da-hye next door. To keep holding onto that 400,000 won to the end, she clenched her jaw with veins bulging on her flushed neck and endured.
"Mmph! Mmmph!!"
...Of course, she failed at her original goal of stifling the moans.
Meanwhile, Young-cheol—pounding away with loud flesh-slapping echoes and feeling his climax building—whispered down to the woman pinned beneath him.
"Ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum... Hey, it's cool to blow it inside, right?"
"Mmph!? Mmmph!"
Na-yeon shook her head in shock, but Young-cheol had never intended to respect her opinion anyway.
"Hah... Hah... Cleanup's a pain, so fuck it, I'm cumming inside... You're welcome?"
Ignoring any response, Young-cheol's huge palm pinned Na-yeon's head to the floor while he thrust with all his might, shoving his cock as deep as possible.
As if aiming right at her womb's entrance to impregnate her.
"Mmph... Mmmph."
Her face crushed against the cold concrete, Na-yeon felt Young-cheol's cock throbbing inside her, on the verge of spewing semen near her womb.
Then
Knock knock knock!
A knock at the most critical moment!
"Fuck, what?!"
Right as his floodgates opened and he started unloading, the interrupted Young-cheol growled like an enraged bear. Oh Da-hye, who had been hesitating outside, replied in a frightened voice.
"...U-Um, President..."
"What the fuck do you want?!"
Young-cheol was so furious he'd abandoned even his usual pretense of politeness, growling on. Da-hye's voice trembled from beyond the door.
"Th-The client, Director Hwang... He says he needs to speak urgently..."
"...W-Wait...! Hah... Just a... sec! I'll... Ah..."
Even as he panted out the response to Da-hye, Kwak Young-cheol kept dumping cum right at her womb's entrance without pause.
The thoroughly crushed Seo Na-yeon beneath the excited Young-cheol
"Mmm♡... Ngh♡."
let out faint moans mixed with pain and pleasure, but he ignored them.
"Hooo..."
With so much backed up, he poured a massive load into her womb's entrance for quite a while before finally lifting his hips—still pinning her head down—and pulling out his cock.
Schlooorp... Plop!
Her sticky pussy lips clung greedily to the glans even as he withdrew, creating an ecstatic visual as they stretched slightly. Then, with his thick shaft gone, her pussy—still gaping—let Young-cheol's semen gush out.
"Haa... Clean up the mess and stay put."
With his arousal faded and his mind clear, Young-cheol ordered Na-yeon to tidy up like a maid scrubbing the floor, then pulled up his pants and headed out for work.
"...Mmph..."
Still lost in the afterglow, Seo Na-yeon trembled with the 400,000 won wad in her mouth, her long pretty legs and ass quivering.
When Kwak Young-cheol returned to the president's office after taking Director Hwang's work call, Na-yeon was still sprawled out on the cold floor in a daze.
Tap tap.
He nudged her ass with his shoe—thoroughly humiliating—and got her up.
"Hey. Get up."
"Mmm..."
But the intense sex had left her legs too weak to stand right away, so she crouched there...
Drip drip.
The cum still pooled inside her spilled out from her pussy slit the moment she tried to rise, dirtying the office floor even more.
Seeing it, Young-cheol clicked his tongue and grabbed Na-yeon's thin see-through T-panties from earlier to wipe up the spill.
"Huh? F-Fuck... O-Oppa, what are you doing? Don't wipe it with that!"
She whispered to avoid being heard outside, her protest laced with anger. But Young-cheol just smirked mischievously and shoved his fingers into her pussy as he replied.
"Just 'cause. I figured you'd look hot working all day without panties. Sorry, can't help it—I'm a perv. Let's try it just for today, heh."
"Ah... F-Fuck... Ahh!"
But just as she geared up to snap at him, his fingers grazed a sensitive fold inside her pussy, throwing off her timing.
He scraped out the semen from deep inside, then made her lick his fingers glistening with fluids.
"Mmph... Slurp..."
Na-yeon obeyed and licked them clean. Young-cheol grinned, satisfied that he'd secured one of his fantasies: an 'office sex slave'.
"Now go handle your work, Na-yeon."
"...Yes, sir."
Having her panties confiscated by Young-cheol, Na-yeon tugged futilely at her skirt with a sticky expression... but she'd worn a super short miniskirt to look good for him, so it wouldn't go any lower.
Plus, with her unusually thick 43-inch ass, the hem rode up constantly, flashing the underside of her cheeks—a precarious situation.
But after being half-forced like a whore in the office, orgasming on his money, Na-yeon's mind hadn't fully cleared. With vacant eyes, she staggered out.
"..."
And the moment she emerged, she met Oh Da-hye's contemptuous glare—like she was silently screaming "disgusting whore."
'Ah... She definitely heard everything.'
It was obvious, really. Na-yeon sat back at her desk.
"...Done with your business?"
"...Pardon?"
"God. If you've finished your 'good time,' you should wrap up the tasks I gave you earlier."
"......"
Da-hye dumped a thick stack of work on Na-yeon, who was still typing with her hunt-and-peck method.
But
"Oh, Da-hye."
"Yes?"
"Don't give Na-yeon any more work from now on. She's not efficient anyway. You take it back—you're good at this. No progress even with time."
"..."
It sounded like scolding Na-yeon, but really, it was the boss's order to let her slack off like a week ago.
"..."
At that, Na-yeon—petty as it was—flashed a victor's smile at Da-hye, savoring her sour, shit-eating expression in real time.
...A win earned by turning into the president's office bitch and exclusive fucktoy, but ruined Seo Na-yeon had no shame left to feel bad about it.