The Sleeping Seong Yohan and the Secretary's Secret Massage
The therapy room belonged to just the two of them—Seong Yohan, fast asleep, and her. Beneath the soft lighting and drifting aroma of essential oils, he lay there like an exquisite feast prepared solely for Baek Soyun.
"Boss... you're sleeping, aren't you~?"
Baek Soyun swallowed hard, her throat clicking audibly as she drifted toward the massage bed like something had possessed her. Her voice was barely a whisper, a quiet plea for him not to wake. Seong Yohan gave no response at all. The exhaustion from his brutal schedule had pulled him under completely; he looked as though nothing short of an explosion could rouse him.
"Boss..."
Once she confirmed he was utterly defenseless, Baek Soyun felt her heart slam against her ribs like a wild thing. This was the first time she had ever looked at his nearly naked body so openly. He was lean, almost slender, yet free of excess fat—tight, compact muscle distributed perfectly across his frame. Firm but not bulky, sleek like a model. A single thin towel draped lazily over his lower half was all that preserved his modesty, and even as her gaze licked over that provocative sight, he remained completely unaware.
...Right now, she didn't have to stop at just looking.
The usual distance was gone. He wasn't the guild master she had to watch from afar, nor the responsible employer she had to support as his loyal secretary. He was simply the man she had craved for so long—Seong Yohan. The desire to devour him threatened to swallow her whole.
No. I can't do that.
But she mustn't. She was nothing like those buzzing flies who hovered around him, using their cheap bodies to seduce him at every turn. Unlike the women who shoved their enormous breasts in his face, exploited his kind nature to cling to him, and even secretly sniffed at him like bitches in heat, she was different. She was the one who understood him better than anyone, the one who could truly care for him, cherish him, and put him first.
That was why.
"B-Boss... shall I give you a massage...?"
Baek Soyun told herself she was doing this purely as his secretary—to relieve the fatigue weighing him down. If he had passed out this deeply, it was obvious how mercilessly Calathea and Audrey had exhausted him. To see it and do nothing would be a dereliction of duty.
"Those women must have tired you out so much, haven't they...? I know everything, Boss. ...I've seen it all."
Fury at their shamelessness and pity for her poor, collapsed boss warred inside her chest. With careful fingers, Baek Soyun reached out and pressed them gently against his deltoid.
"So hard..."
She unconsciously began to knead the sharply defined muscle, then caught herself and stole a quick glance at his face. He remained motionless, lost in deep sleep.
"Ahem. Then I'll give you a real massage now."
Pretending the earlier touch had been nothing more than a professional test, she turned to the array of aroma oils displayed in the room. After carefully testing several on her skin, she selected the one with the perfect viscosity she knew he would like best. She poured a generous amount across his body and rubbed a little between her own palms.
Then she placed both hands on his firm chest and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles.
"Mmh... haa... haat..."
Every time his muscles twitched and flexed beneath her palms, Baek Soyun's breathing grew harsher. His body was so solid, so warm—utterly masculine and commanding. It felt as though his vitality and heat were pouring straight into her through her fingertips.
The deepest part of her lower belly kept throbbing. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, rubbing with shameless need, as she used the pretense of massage to slowly explore downward from his chest to his abdomen.
"Boss, this area is incredibly tense. I'll take care of it right away..."
She traced his oil-slick abs with obsessive focus—stroking, caressing, teasing with her fingertips. The relentless throbbing in her core grew unbearable. She bit her lip hard, trying to contain it.
That pulsing heat overflowed, flooding downward. Every time her fingers brushed the masculine contours of his body, she felt the space between her legs growing hotter, wetter.
He has no idea I'm touching him like this... not even in his dreams.
No. She was giving her boss a perfectly legitimate massage. There was nothing to be ashamed of.
After another quick glance at his peacefully sleeping face, she reluctantly lifted her hands from his abs and moved down to his legs. She worked the oil between each toe, interlacing her fingers with his, then massaged both feet with slow, reverent pressure.
When her hands finally reached his firm thighs...
"...Gulp."
Just above where her palms rested, something thick and heavy strained against the towel that barely covered his swim trunks. The outline was unmistakable—long, thick, like something the size of her forearm lying heavily beneath the fabric.
Baek Soyun couldn't tear her eyes away. Her hands continued to knead and stroke his thighs with increasing hunger, her heated gaze locked on that twitching bulge. The heat between her legs grew so intense it almost hurt.
"N-Now... I'll massage your arms..."
This was still just a massage. A massage for her boss. That was all.
Her heart pounded so violently she could hear it in her ears. Biting her lower lip hard enough to leave marks, Baek Soyun quickly moved to his arms. She worked her way down the toned muscle until her trembling hand brushed against his.
"Boss's hand... it's so big..."
It was easily twice the size of hers—powerful, undeniably masculine. She secretly laid her own hand over it, feeling her pulse spike even harder. Swallowing thickly, she pretended to rub oil into his skin, stroking the back of his hand, then interlacing their fingers like lovers.
When her gaze fell on his long, strong fingers, a wicked thought bloomed in her mind.
The boss's finger... just one of them would fill me up completely, wouldn't it?
She usually used two fingers when she touched herself while listening to his recorded voice, but his fingers were so long, so thick and hard—one might be more than enough. The moment she imagined those powerful fingers stirring up her wet, sensitive folds and tormenting her relentlessly, a fresh gush of wetness soaked the crotch of her swimsuit.
"Haa... ha, ngh... haa... haak..."
Her breathing had become almost animalistic. Baek Soyun didn't know what to do with the burning heat consuming her body. Her gaze instinctively drifted to the pure white towel resting over Seong Yohan's hips.
"I'll... massage your thighs again, okay~?"
Her trembling hands returned to his thighs. She pretended to massage them properly at first, stroking gently, but her fingers kept creeping higher, slipping beneath the edge of the towel.
"This thing... keeps getting in the way~..."
She glanced nervously at his sleeping face, then, as if she had no choice, lifted the towel and tossed it aside.
"Ah...!"
The sight revealed beneath made her shiver with both admiration and dark pleasure. The tight black swim trunks did nothing to hide the blatant, heavy outline of his erection. She had secretly rubbed her breasts against him before to make him hard and stolen glances at the bulge in his pants, but seeing it this clearly, this openly, was entirely new.
"Boss's... is incredible..."
Without thinking, she reached out and stroked the thick, proud curve through the thin fabric. She held her breath, watching his face for any reaction. He remained deeply asleep.
Her heart was hammering so hard she felt dizzy.
"Boss...? There are still some spots I haven't massaged yet... I'll continue."
This was still just a massage. Nothing more.
With flushed eyes, Baek Soyun slid her oil-slick hand beneath the waistband of his swim trunks. She felt the sharp line of his iliac crest and the sensitive groove of his groin, rubbing diligently. Slowly, carefully, she moved toward the center—then stopped abruptly, as though avoiding anything inappropriate, before crossing to the other side.
But that was exactly where his erect length lay heavily.
"Boss. This... is getting in the way of the massage, so I have no choice... Excuse me for just a moment, okay~?"
Keeping her voice as professional as possible, she wrapped her fingers around his burning, rock-hard cock and neatly moved it to the other side. After swirling her hands over the sensitive skin there, she spoke again.
"Now I'll do the right side once more."
She returned to the area she'd already "massaged," grabbed his cock again, and shifted it back to the opposite side. Then she pretended to work the surrounding area before sliding her hand over once more...
She repeated the motion again and again, her breathing growing heavier and more desperate each time.
"Boss...? I'm so sorry, but this keeps interfering with the massage. So, even though I'm terribly sorry... I'll just leave it like this for now, okay~?"
As if she truly had no other choice, she gripped his throbbing length and pulled it completely free of the swim trunks, letting it spring up to rest heavily against his abdomen.
Long and rigid, standing vertically against his stomach, completely exposed by his secretary's hands—Baek Soyun stared at his fully erect cock with ravenous eyes and swallowed thickly, her face burning crimson.