Tormenting Team Leader (3)

It was clearly rape. Whether she was masturbating in the break room or secretly hoping to get caught and fucked by someone, the moment he ignored her clear refusal and plunged in anyway, it was straight-up rape.

But so what?

"Hngh.. Ah, ah, aang..!"

Every time that massive cock rammed into her pussy, moans spilled out against her will, having nothing to do with what she actually wanted. Its girth, length, hardness—it was on another level compared to any man she'd ever had. Just having it inside squeezed the breath out of her with overwhelming pressure, crushing spots no other guy had ever reached, and so rigid she could feel every vein and ridge in vivid detail.

That alone felt incredible.

"This is rape.. Ah..! Haaang..!"

The fantasy she'd only ever toyed with in her mind—being forced against her will—was more than enough to melt Yoo Seo-yeon's brain completely.

"Say something.. Oohk, ook..!"

"Shut up and take it."

Her weaknesses were already fully mapped out. His voice carried no emotion, chilling her to the bone, and whenever she tried to complain, he'd slam that rock-hard glans against her womb, grinding mercilessly. Words failed her; all that came out were shameful, animalistic howls not even worthy of being called moans.

"You like this that much?"

"Ook.. Oot..! Ooook..!"

"No answer, and I'll stop."

"Y-yes, yoot..! G-good..!"

With her womb under constant assault, the answer burst out of her, independent of her own volition.

"Be honest. You've always wanted to be forced like this, right?"

"Nooo..!"

"Not being honest, huh."

Her "no" was just a reflex. She didn't want to admit she'd craved it. Denying it only made it hotter—not because she wanted it, but because the idea of being forced against her will turned her on more.

The sudden chime snapped her melted mind back to reality.

"What.."

He didn't stop thrusting as he pulled out his phone. Even in her hazy state, she could guess exactly what he was doing with it.

"D-don't film..!"

Yoo Seo-yeon desperately reached out to cover the camera lens.

"Move your hand."

"Hng..!"

His flat tone made her body jolt.

"Move it."

"...."

It wasn't even a threat. She couldn't explain it herself, but with a shiver of eerie excitement, Yoo Seo-yeon pulled her hand away.

Why am I..

"How's it feel getting filmed?"

"Ah.. Ah.. Don't.. filahm..!"

"After I told you to move your hand?"

"I-I don't know.. Ah.. Hnght..!"

"Don't know? Your pussy getting pounded to your face—it's all on camera."

"Haaang..! Nooo..!"

Her words said no, but his every command sent electric thrills through her body. The hand she'd raised earlier now clenched the sofa cushions, refusing to budge.

"If this leaks, you're done for."

"Ooook..!"

Her womb tormented again. Her mind went blank white, thoughts evaporating into beastly cries.

"Wow. Look at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that face. Eyes rolling back completely."

"O-oook, hooot..!"

Her pussy clenched in orgasm, sharp pleasure piercing her whole body. She'd cum multiple times already, but maybe none of those had been the real thing.

"Fuck..! Squeezing so tight. Gonna cum soon. Inside."

"Not inside.. Heek..! Yoot..!"

Her feeble protest dissolved ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into a moan with one thrust. Taking that as consent, his hips went wild.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..! Noo..! Hnggg..!"

Her mouth said no, but her body offered no resistance. Her pussy clenched like it was begging for his load, making his already huge cock feel even bigger, driving her insane.

The glans battered her womb like a battering ram before lodging deep inside.

Splurt! Spluuuurt!

"Heeek, hek..!"

Her belly burned hot. The cum gushing from the deepest spot was voluminous enough to feel every spurt clearly, scorching like it might burn her from the inside out, melting her body.

F-fake..

It was all fake. Every sex and orgasm she'd had before was fake—nothing compared to this overwhelming pleasure crashing over her. If she'd known sooner, she never would've bothered with anything else.

"Totally out of it."

"Heek..!"

Choi Min-seok just gave a slight hip twitch, but her post-orgasm body was so sensitive it jolted with sharp pleasure.

"Team Leader."

"Wh-what.. Heek..! Hngh.. Ah.. Stop..♥"

Even after cumming once, Choi Min-seok's cock showed no signs of softening, maintaining its absurd size and hardness as it resumed pounding her pussy.

"Don't use casual speech."

"What.. Ah, haaang..!"

"Team Leader from Section 1, late 40s, uses formal speech with subordinates as basic manners. So why are you using casual with me, Team Leader Yoo?"

Section 1's team leader used formal speech because it was company policy from above. Yoo Seo-yeon usually stuck to it too, regardless of her attitude. Right now, she was just too out of it for formalities..

"I'll use formal.. Ang..! Speech..!"

She was in no state to think of proper responses amid ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the pleasure.

"Do it now."

"I'll use formal speech..!"

She squeezed out the words amid the womb-pounding ecstasy, and only then did the thrusting stop. Its sheer size made even being buried inside it suffocating, but not enough to cloud her mind completely, so she finally caught her breath.

"Team Leader."

"Yes.."

"Last question. You really didn't want this?"

"......"

It'd be easy to say no. But something clogged her throat; Yoo Seo-yeon just parted her lips silently. Her default blank expression hid it well, but Choi Min-seok was smiling. His gaze held an indescribable sadism.

Was that why? No—if it scared her, she should've denied it outright. Admitting it would let him do whatever he wanted.

"Can't answer, huh."

What would come next? Unconsciously, Yoo Seo-yeon was anticipating it.

"Let's stop."

"Huh..?"

With a curt voice, the cock filling her pussy slipped out smoothly. Stunned by the unexpected emptiness in her belly and core, she let out a dazed sound, staring blankly at the withdrawing shaft.

She hadn't gotten a good look before. The viciously huge, veined monster glistened lewdly, drenched in her juices.

Gulp.

The sound of her swallowing the saliva pooling in her mouth snapped her back, startling her. It was her own voice.

"Don't worry about the video. I won't spread it unless you sue or something. Not taking responsibility, so handle birth control yourself."

Choi Min-seok spoke in his usual emotionless tone, glanced around, then walked to the desk, pulling out a few wet wipes to clean his slick cock.

"Ah..!"

The disappointed whine that escaped her was inexplicable even to herself. Ignoring it completely, he grabbed his underwear and pants, dressed, and left the break room.

"What the.."

Left alone in an instant, Yoo Seo-yeon muttered in bewilderment, unable to process it.

The moment I stepped out of the break room, I checked the Succubus System.

"Way more than a blowjob."

Perfect timing—I needed Vital Energy, and even this amount was good news.

I hadn't acted recklessly without thinking.

I hadn't acted recklessly at all. This hypnosis would be a bare-minimum safety net.

Luckily, it didn't cost much. It was a natural thought in that situation.

I could've fucked her senseless right there and hypnotized her on the spot if I wanted, but seeing her cling to her pride made me want to force her to submit on her own terms.

The next day after the incident, Yoo Seo-yeon kept glancing my way with an anxious look but didn't say a word.

Day two. Laughably, she stared daggers at me while I cleaned, then stormed into the break room.

Wondering if she was hoping I'd follow, I ignored her completely and focused on work as usual.

Four days later. Back in her masturbation trance, she started openly bossing me around—not just cleaning, but every heavy-lifting chore in the department store corners. Except for lunch, I was sweating nonstop without a break.

On the way back to the goshiwon, I impulsively tried implanting: 'Sex with Choi Min-seok is unforgettable; I want him to ravage me again.' It only cost 3,000P—I burst out laughing.

Day seven. After a restful weekend, I arrived to find dark circles under Yoo Seo-yeon's eyes. Watching her, she stared while I cleaned, entered the break room, and stayed holed up until quitting time.

Day ten. From morning, she fidgeted like a dog desperate to poop, finally approaching me first.

"Follow me."

"Yes."

No explanation, just "follow." As always, I didn't question and trailed her into the women's break room.

Yoo Seo-yeon sat silently on the sofa. I followed a few steps, stopped at a distance, and waited.

"..You."

"Got some work for me?"

She spat out the address like it pained her. I played dumb and calm. She frowned slightly, biting her lip hard.

"..The video."

"Pardon?"

"The one you filmed before. You haven't spread it anywhere, have you?"

So that's what this was about.

"Like I said before, I won't spread it unless you start something first, Team Leader."

"How can I trust that?"

"Delete it now and you'd believe me? No way to check if I backed it up anyway."

"That's.."

I thought she'd have a plan since she called me over first, but nope.

"Team Leader."