Come to Where You Sucked Me Off

I was pretty sure this was the first time I'd ever heard An Jihye make a real moan.

And surprisingly, her moans were more delicate than any woman's I'd ever heard.

Was this that gap-moe thing people talk about?

Whatever it was, that gap only made me want to torment her more.

Shlick— shlick— shlick—

"Haaaah… ahhn, haaah… ahhng, f…uck…!"

But hearing her spit out curses in that thinned-out voice was its own kind of charm.

Think about it.

A beauty who looked like a haughty cat. The kind who used to growl at me in a low register whenever we spoke. And the moment ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I started stimulating her, that low voice turned thin and fragile — and then, in that same fragile voice:

"Haaaah, ahhng… hands, hands… take them off, you fucker…!"

She spat rough curses like that. And of course, she paired them with a look that matched the language perfectly, goading me on.

Honestly… in terms of pure turn-on, she hit harder than any woman I'd ever been with.

So.

Shlick—

"Aaaahn—!"

I ignored her demand to take my hands off and shoved my fingers even deeper into her pussy.

…Just as expected. An Jihye, who worked out like a maniac, delivered a grip that was absolutely insane.

It was a different concept from Park Eunseo's naturally tight feel. Eunseo was just so narrow that even getting a cock inside was a struggle — and once you somehow forced it in, that crushing tightness worked your shaft over. But Jihye…

Shlick—

Going in was honestly ordinary.

But the second she put even the slightest unconscious force into her pussy—

Squeeze…!

"Hah!"

"What the…"

She clamped down so hard I was half-worried my fingers would break. The kind of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠grip that made me ridiculously excited for the day I actually pushed my cock into her.

Feeling that squeeze, I—

Thrust—

"Ughbuh!"

—pressed her head down with my left hand and shoved my cock straight into her mouth.

The moment my cock entered her "inside," Jihye's "arousal" kicked in.

"Hwuuaah…!"

That insane grip flared up in her pussy all over again. I pulled my hand free for a moment and pressed down hard on her clit, and she shuddered violently with my cock still between her lips.

But with my hand locked on her head, spitting me out the way she had before was impossible. Her breath, growing hotter by the second, washed over my cock — and even that heat was stimulation and excitement all at once.

"Suck it. I need to get going soon."

"Haaaah… h, ahhng…"

I said that, but even with her mouth and tongue moving haphazardly, a dozen different factors had already pushed me close to the edge.

Plenty of things were feeding that urge right now. Her pussy clamping down like mad. The heat of her mouth. Those delicate little moans.

But more than any of that—

"Hhehheii…!"

Those eyes.

Even while squeezing her pussy, even while panting hot breath, even while letting out those fragile moans — An Jihye was glaring at me like she wanted me dead.

…I finally understood what people meant when they said a look alone could make you cum.

And yet, even with that glare locked on me—

"Haup, slurp… haaah… ahhng, slurp, shluup, chup…! Haaahng, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠haaaah…!"

"Hoo… come on, Jihye. Handle it properly in your mouth again. Making a mess in the car would be a real problem."

—the second she actually started sucking, she went at it so greedily that even with the brief break while I was fingering her, I was right back on the brink of finishing.

I bit down lightly, holding back the surge building up, and then—

Thrust—

Spurt! Spurt, spurt, spuuurt—!!

"Uuuumph!"

"Hoo…"

I pressed lightly on the back of her head and came hard, right at the entrance of her throat.

But just like last time — without my cock in her mouth it might have been different, but with it filling the space, the volume was already spoken for. Even empty, just holding my load would pack her mouth full. With a cock in there on top of that…

"…Ughb…!"

She had no choice. To keep from spilling, An Jihye swallowed a little of my cum.

But that still left the rest.

"Good work. It's Monday tomorrow, so get to the office okay. I'll see you again soon."

"……"

"I only knocked one count off for today, but like I said earlier, I'll be coming to you with something good before long, so don't worry about it."

"……"

…So what exactly was she planning to do with the cum still sitting in her mouth?

People were walking past the car right now. If she wanted me to take her home, she'd have to open her mouth to give me the address. And of course, there was nothing in the car she could spit into.

"Jihye?"

"……"

I played dumb. The moment I called her name, the contempt she'd been aiming at me vanished for a second, replaced by pure fluster as she kept glancing around.

But of course — An Jihye wasn't an idiot. She was on the sharp side, if anything.

"Ueeeegh…!"

She cupped both hands in front of her mouth and spat every last drop of the load I'd just given her into that little makeshift bowl. Complete with a very satisfying gag for good measure.

…I really must have gotten twisted somewhere along the way. How the hell was I getting hard watching a woman gag?

But if the woman in question was An Jihye, getting hard was only natural… ah, fuck.

"Jihye, hold on."

"Haa… fuck, what now?!"

"No — just wait. I'll open the door for you."

From her perspective, the cum problem was solved, so there was no way she was going to ask me to drive her home. She'd just open the door and get out right here. But grabbing the door handle with both hands full of my cum was… well. It was a little much.

Click—

"Go ahead."

"Haa…"

I hopped out of the driver's seat, hurried around to the passenger side, and opened the door so she could get out.

An Jihye—

Splash—!

—stepped out of the car and immediately dumped the cum from her hands onto the ground like she was tossing out trash.

"…Playing the gentleman now, of all times?"

"I'd say a guy like me qualifies as a gentleman."

"You crazy bastard."

And with that — leaving a curse in place of a goodbye right to the end — she walked off. God, it was so fucking hot.

The way her face had trembled when she swore at me. That low, growling voice as she spat the words. The view of her from behind as she put distance between us. Those hips that looked like they'd spill right out of pilates or yoga pants, swaying as she walked away.

"…Not much longer."

Not much longer until I'd see those hips for real.

Once she disappeared from view, I hummed the whole way home.

And then the next day — Monday.

"Good morning, sunbae."

"Ah, yeah. Morning."

The second I got to the office, I opened the Office Romance Management App out of pure habit.

"Hm?"

And right away, that message was waiting for me.

Last time, Version 1.01 had unlocked the ability to toggle pregnancy on and off for managed targets.

Obviously yes.

This Version 1.02 update was…

…I had no idea what that meant.

Version 1.01 had used words so intuitive I got it immediately. Version 1.02, though… what the hell was this.

Lock a relationship? Strengthen it? Weaken it?

I had a rough sense of it, but I needed more explanation.

I poked around looking for details until—

"…Ah. Ah."

I found it.

So basically…

Every managed target registered in the Office Romance Management App held three "Relationships" with the administrator. Those Relationships could be changed by me — but they could also shift on their own depending on how I behaved toward the target.

Take An Jihye from yesterday as an example. Originally I'd just been an irritating piece of shit to her. After I groped her every which way, that had shifted to a piece of shit who made her think about cock.

If I'd locked the Relationship as "irritating piece of shit," it probably wouldn't have changed. And even if it did change, I could always adjust it back myself — but if it shifted without me noticing, there was no telling how things might spiral from there.

In short, this "Lock" function was about cutting down on variables as much as possible.

"Then what about Strengthen and Weaken."

Next up: Strengthen and Weaken.

Apparently I could control how strongly a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Relationship — whether one I'd set or one that had shifted on its own — would be impressed upon the managed target. Crank it up hard, or let it seep in slow and low like a simmer…

"…Hmm."

This one was easier to understand, but it didn't really click in a practical sense. I genuinely wondered how necessary it was. The app already allowed for some pretty heavy brainwashing on its own — did I really need a way to make a Relationship I'd built weaker?

Still, it was a fresh update, and I wanted to try it out. The question was on whom…

"…Okay."

I decided to use it on An Jihye.

Yesterday, after unloading everything into Chu Yeonju, my libido hadn't been roaring out of control. But a day later, An Jihye kept floating back into my head uninvited.

If I could run my hands all over that firm body as much as I wanted. If she glared at me with that disgusted look every time I thrust into her. And if, every single time, that low voice of hers thinned out into something fragile. And above all — that pussy that had clamped down like crazy from nothing more than a couple of fingers.

So…

I'd set the first and second Relationships like that… though I wasn't sure if this was the right call.

For now, I left it and went back to work. I still wasn't sure about Lock, but Strengthen was basically forcing a Relationship hard — so it should imprint on Jihye that much faster.

And that turned out to be true.

I hadn't run into her at all since coming in today, so I'd figured the adjusted Relationships would need at least until tomorrow to sink in before she reached out. But right before clocking out — not even on the company messenger, on her personal one — the reaction hit immediately.

…She really did have a hell of an attitude, though. Even if I was a piece of shit, I was still her superior, and here she was ordering me around like she owned the place.

I was honestly a little pissed, so—

—I decided to mess with her a bit and asked for the location. Jihye went quiet for a while. The next reply didn't come for almost ten minutes.

A reply that was pure An Jihye. I grinned to myself, told Isuyen I'd be stepping out for a bit, and got up from my desk.

I headed for the emergency stairs from the Friday two weeks ago — the ones where I'd cum in An Jihye's mouth twice — and there she was.

"What did you call me for?"

"……"

An Jihye was waiting, looking at me with even more contempt than last time — more than yesterday.