Office Sex and the Fall
Office sex, and the fall.
The woman begged Suk Ho-pil in a coquettish voice. Her elegant face was completely at odds with her voluptuous, slammin' body, which her office attire shamelessly accentuated.
Been holding back this boner all damn day, you slut.
"Turn around. Bend over."
Han Seo-yoon, dressed in a pencil skirt and black stockings, already had her panties pulled down. Ho-pil had meticulously licked, sucked, and nibbled her pink pussy with his tongue and mouth until it was dripping wet. Now he roughly shoved her onto his mahogany desk. At the same time, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Soon, his thick, long, magnificent eighteen-centimeter cock proudly displayed its majesty. It was an impressive piece of equipment that completely contradicted his relatively modest height.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!!
"Ahk, ahhhuuuk."
"Does it hurt?"
"No..."
"Then you like it?"
He paused for a moment before thrusting his cock deep into her pussy once more. Slam slam! Slam slam!
"Ahhhuuung... I like it... I like it so much."
She began to sob.
"Hooah... you horny little bitch in heat. Hrrgh! Hrrgh!!!"
Creak... creak... creak... The heavy desk, along with the files, desktop computer, and various items on it, rattled and shook from the intense vibrations.
Goddamn, she's squeezing me so tight.
"Aang! Aang! Oppa, oppa you're so mean! Ahhuuk, ahhuuk!"
The new junior lawyer, Han Seo-yoon, howled like a beast. The coquettish voice from just moments ago had completely vanished. When women got aroused, they became pure females. They cried out exactly like animals in heat.
Born in '89, Suk Ho-pil knew this fact well from experience with multiple women.
She's barely had any experience with men.
It was quite disappointing that Han Seo-yoon wasn't a virgin. He had wanted to marry a virgin. But it didn't matter. Whose daughter was Han Seo-yoon? She was the second of the twin daughters of Han Gu-tae, the representative partner of Korea's top law firm, Jung & Han, where Suk Ho-pil himself worked. If the cock currently pounding her was the official seal on a marriage registration, then rising through the ranks of this company where he had poured his body and soul for the past ten years—and eventually seizing hegemony—wouldn't be such a distant future after all.
"Ahht! Ahht! Hic, hic... Oppa, it's so good, it's so goooood!"
Every time he thrust with all his might, Han Seo-yoon convulsed from head to toe. Even the back of her pale neck flushed red, just like her face.
"Kyaa!!!"
Suk Ho-pil grabbed her ponytail with his right hand and yanked it back hard. A full-body shiver ran through Seo-yoon. The sensation of being dominated by a strong man sent her spiraling even deeper into an extreme orgasm.
"Heuk, heuk, heuk, ahhu, ahhu, hrrgh, hrrgh!!!"
Had he grown lazy with exercise after staying up all night drafting documents and drinking with clients? Even though his body had once been honed by hiking and tennis, he was reaching his limit.
"I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum..."
"Lawyer-nim! You can't cum inside!"
"I'm going to knock you up. Hngh!!!"
He pushed his cock all the way in and exploded, shooting the semen he'd drawn up from the root deep inside her.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang~~~"
He succeeded in pouring his load straight into Han Seo-yoon's womb. Suk Ho-pil felt an extreme pleasure that made his heart tingle. Han Seo-yoon, overwhelmed by an orgasm several times stronger, was on the verge of passing out from crying.
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Suk Ho-pil still couldn't forget those days. The days when he had made Seo-yoon his own. He had fucked her raw, without a condom, trying to impregnate her regardless of time or place. If only he'd been given a little more time, he would have succeeded.
"But what the hell is this?"
After in-person work resumed following the end of the 2023 pandemic, the legal secretary Lee Chae-a who had caught his eye turned out to be the root of all evil.
Suk Ho-pil, class of '08—the last generation to enter law school the old way. He had rejected law school, finished his fourth year of university, and passed the bar exam in second place before entering the Judicial Research and Training Institute. The top passer that year was a university senior who had studied for ten years; his late success was attributed to his scholarly nature, and he later became a judge. Meanwhile, after completing his military service as a military prosecutor, Ho-pil had joined the notorious 'den of evil' known as Jung & Han. He had finished his time as a junior lawyer and had just been promoted to partner.
That bitch Lee Chae-a, the fucking fox.
There had been rumors that the firm's general affairs manager had recruited her straight out of a room salon. Her body was that extreme—tiny head, massive breasts, a waist so thin it made you wonder if she even had internal organs, and hips that were rare to see on a Korean woman. She clearly knew it too; her outfits were practically battle armor designed to hunt the young male lawyers in the office. Even with killer heels, a short miniskirt, and a neat blouse on top, there was no hiding those absurdly large tits.
"I must have been crazy. Yeah, it was my fault."
He had been on the verge of marrying Han Seo-yoon. They had even held an engagement ceremony. He had been so focused on high-stakes fair trade cases and advisory work for a major corporation that he had neglected her for a while. Even so, he had been holding back his lust. Then one day, a drinking session with Lee Chae-a, who had volunteered to work late, dragged his entire life into the abyss.
If you mess up even once with the tip of your dick, that single mistake can completely ruin a man's life. That was a universal truth, east or west. He had been careful, but when he opened his eyes, everyone around him was condemning him.
My lover from yesterday, my friends from yesterday, even my close colleagues from yesterday—they all turned their backs on me and tried to drive me out.
Suk Ho-pil had lived his life as an elite, sprinting down the path of success. To overcome his difficult family circumstances, he had studied with superhuman effort and entered the top undergraduate program in the country. He had also passed the notoriously difficult bar exam in second place by studying hard while others played. Even after joining the firm, he had distinguished himself among the geniuses running wild in the legal world so he wouldn't fall behind in the race for promotion.
Yet a single sexual harassment incident had sent him plummeting into the abyss in an instant. Only then did he realize it.
"A spoon from the dirt can't escape its fate after all."
The fair trade cases and advisory work he had handled for major corporations were now out of reach. Reduced to an ordinary Seocho-dong lawyer, he no longer had the connections to bring in the massive cases that would deliver enormous wealth and honor. After all, Ho-pil was nothing more than a rice farmer without any backing.
"Not a lawyer, but a rice farmer."
It was a self-deprecating nickname for the exploding number of legal professionals churned out by law schools. Not a lawyer, but a rice farmer. But Suk Ho-pil wasn't the type to sit and wallow. He decided to pour all his energy into finding new cases. And the field he chose was one not entirely unrelated to himself—the man who had been kicked out after paying settlement money for a sexual harassment claim.
Sex crimes.
A blue ocean artificially created by the three pillars of the legal world—judges, prosecutors, and lawyers. But even that was gradually turning into a red ocean as the number of lawyers kept increasing. Amid fierce competition for cases, Suk Ho-pil resolved to survive.
"Law Office Suk Ho-pil. No—Sex-phil. Yeah, yeah. What should I name the law office?"
He was already getting excited. Like a Jindo dog latching onto its prey, he would go all out for his clients—whether they were the accuser, the accused, the criminal, or the victim. He didn't care.
"How about Law Firm Sex-phil?"
Someone who had just entered the empty office made the suggestion.
"Y-you are..."
"Yes, it's me."
"...Who are you?"
Suk Ho-pil was flustered. Who the hell was this guy?
"You really don't remember me? I'm the person you saved when you were at the Judicial Research and Training Institute. Has it been that long?"
A short, chubby man with messy hair and horn-rimmed glasses. He looked like the stereotypical "average Korean guy" meme. Who the hell was he???
"I'm sorry, but I really don't remember. Who are you?"
"I was surprised when I saw the job posting for a legal secretary. I'm Park Tae-gi."
"Park Tae-gi... Park Tae-gi... That's not a common name... Ah! Park Tae-gi!!!"
It came back to him. Before the law school era, judicial trainees did something called "observation training" at courts, prosecutors' offices, and law firms—like a vocational experience.
"Yes, yes. You were on prosecutorial observation duty and gave me a non-indictment disposition (not guilty judgment)."
"Right, right. So what are you doing these days?"
"After I graduated from university, I went to a government-funded academy and worked as a legal secretary for three years. Please give me a chance. I want to repay your kindness."
"What a strange twist of fate. To be honest, I'm sick of women for a while. A male legal secretary? Perfect!!!"
In big firms, they sometimes hired men as legal secretaries, but in Seocho-dong, lawyers generally preferred women who could endure low wages, long hours, and wouldn't cause any trouble. The fact that Park Tae-gi had worked in the female-dominated Seocho-dong legal offices suggested he probably wasn't incompetent.
"Um... what about the salary...?"
"Oh dear, you're special."
"Am I special?"
"Yeah. I can't give you a high base salary, but the bonuses will be generous."
"Hahaha, I trust you, Attorney Suk Ho-pil."
He had no choice but to trust him. After all, this was the man who had saved Park Tae-gi himself from a prison sentence. Although he had been called a cold-blooded bastard at the firm, Suk Ho-pil had never been a money-grubbing lawyer from the beginning. He had once dreamed of becoming the Prosecutor General and becoming a righteous prosecutor. He had always tried to think correctly and walk the right path.
"You're back. Meeting you again like this must be heaven's will, Park Tae-gi."
"Thank you, Attorney-nim. I'll start by organizing the office and registering with the Seoul Bar Association right away."
"Do that tomorrow. Let's go get something to eat first."
"Should we eat first? Heh heh heh."
Behind his horn-rimmed glasses, Park Tae-gi's eyes narrowed into slits. For Ho-pil, the rice farmer who had suffered a sudden catastrophic fall, there was no more reliable ally right now than this guy.