Sex in the Conference Room

Han Yujin's fingers clenched around the edge of the glass table. It was the face of a woman who understood perfectly well that the moment her husband learned of this, the reputation she had spent a lifetime building as the company's youngest female Team Leader would shatter into dust. Terror was eating her alive, down to the soul, and she was begging him with a wretchedness that left nothing of her pride intact.

I took out my phone, rested my thumb lightly over the send button, and let a thin smile cut across my mouth. Of the two hells in front of her, there was only one road she could take.

Tears welled in her eyes. She dragged in a ragged breath, then slowly, as if conceding defeat, she nodded.

"Alright then. Let's enjoy our Team Leader's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠perfect performance."

I breathed the words against her ear, then pressed the phone flush to her lips. With my other hand I reached beneath the skirt of the woman bent over the table, found the soaked, secret place already slick against my fingers, and began to work her with a slow, relentless pressure.

His voice came through the speaker — calm, measured, unmistakably intelligent — and filled the conference room with a clarity that made the air feel thinner. The instant it did, I flicked my fingers harder against the most sensitive part of her.

A wet, slick sound. She almost broke.

"Hngh...!"

"Mmph...!"

The moan nearly tore out of her. She bit down on the back of her own hand in a panic, crushing the sound before it could escape. I could see the thrill and the shame racing up her spine together, a visible shudder she could not hide.

Another wet sound, filthy and unmistakable.

"Ah... no, honey... hngh."

Yujin was crying, chewing wretchedly at the back of her hand. She tried to gather her voice, terrified of being found out — but every time my fingers drove deeper, that beautifully cut waist of hers folded in on itself with a helpless jolt.

Bent over the glass, hips shoved back, panting — the line of her from behind was maddening. The slim cut of her office clothes only made it worse: that narrow waist, the full, taut curve of her ass. Listening to her husband's cultured voice while I had my hands all over that perfect body sent a raw, overwhelming hunger for control roaring up through me.

Slick. Slick.

"Nngh... today... the proposal... there's a lot to review......... so I think I'll have to stay late........ nngh."

"Mm...... I'm fine...... just, hold on...... nngh, I'm checking some documents......"

Her long, carefully kept hair spilled across the cold glass. She was crying from the wrongness of lying to her husband and from the reality of being taken by an Intern in a conference room — and still her body answered my hands with humiliating honesty, her thighs trembling hard enough to shake.

"I'll wrap this up soon... and come home... honey..."

Right before the call cut off, I drove my fingers as deep as they would go.

A thick, wet thrust.

"Hiiinh.....!!"

The line went dead. The instant it did, Yujin swallowed the scream she had been holding and stared up at me with eyes blown wide in horror.

"Are you— are you insane...?! What if he'd actually heard that...!!"

Her face was sheened with cold sweat, flushed dark with shame and fear. She snatched at the phone and checked the screen again, and only when she was sure no one was calling back did she press a hand to her chest and let out a breath.

"Haa... there. Happy now...? I did what you wanted... I even lied to my husband..."

Tears had streaked her face, and tangled through the wreckage of it was something like relief — the look of a woman who thought she had set everything down. That naive light in her eyes, so sure this hellish moment was over.

A laugh slipped out of me.

I fisted a hand in her ruined hair and yanked her chin up. Forced to meet my eyes, Yujin's pupils shivered with a fresh, unsteady fear.

"You're badly mistaken, Han Yujin. That call was just a courtesy. I kept your husband from catching you. That's all it was."

"What...? That... that isn't what you promised...!"

"Promised? You still haven't figured out who holds the leash here."

She had been half standing, leaning awkwardly against the table. I dragged her by the hair and slammed her upper body back down onto the glass.

"Nngh...!"

Her pencil skirt had already ridden up over her ass. I wrenched it higher still, all the way to her waist. A few minutes of my fingers had left her underwear soaked through; her hips were laid bare without a shred of mercy. The thin fabric of her panties was stretched tight over an ass so full it looked ready to split the seams — a violent, extravagant curve that her usual razor-sharp office clothes had always kept hidden.

That was when we heard it.

Footsteps in the corridor, passing just beyond the conference room door.

Step. Step.

The room went still, as if the air itself had frozen. The partition was tempered glass with an embossed film over it — not even close to soundproof. Pinned to the table with her ass exposed, Yujin bit down on her lip like her mind had simply left her, her whole body shaking. The terror that someone outside might look in hung over us, dense enough to taste.

When the footsteps finally receded, I leaned in and spoke quietly against her ear.

"You know sound leaks through the gap in this door, right? Get too loud and Assistant Manager Kim, still working overtime out there, might hear every bit of it."

I undid my belt and drew down the zipper.

A heavy drop.

The impossible size of what came free of my clothes flooded her eyes with raw disbelief.

"That's a lie... that's not possible... something like that... there's no way it would fit..."

"It'll fit, and then some. Look how soaked you already are down there."

I murmured it against her ear, and in one stroke I drove myself into the deepest, wettest part of her.

He sank in to the hilt.

"Hiek...?! Mmph...!"

Her eyes flew wide under the sheer fact of it. The guilt of having lied to her husband, the fear that someone outside might hear, and the blatant heat packing her full from the inside — all of it hit her at once.

"Nngh... Junhyuk... please, go easy... please..."

The strange, heavy texture filling her had torn the last of her reason to shreds; it was written all over her face. I held still inside her and lightly traced the nape of the woman trembling beneath me like a leaf in a gale. The skin under my fingertips was burning.

"Go easy? Is this the same Planning Team Leader Han Yujin who dropped my performance review to the lowest score she could find?"

"Ah... nngh, that was... professional..."

"Professional?"

I huffed a laugh, drew my hips back a fraction, and drove in again — deep.

"Haaah—!"

"I told you to keep it down. Assistant Manager Kim might still be in the hallway, you know."

"Mmph...! Haa, haa..."

Yujin clapped a hand over her own mouth in a panic. Those tear-wrecked eyes shook with a miserable mix of terror and shame. Just looking down into them made something dark and possessive boil up in me.

The Ice Goddess, looking down at me in front of every employee in the company as if I were something less than an ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠insect. And now? Now she was under me, her whole body shivering around a single part of mine, on her hands and knees like a dog.

"Han Yujin. What was it you said to me in front of the staff this afternoon? Something about an Intern needing to act like an Intern?"

"Haa... haa... please... Junhyuk, I... I was wrong..."

"No. Where did all that arrogance go? Why are you groveling like this?"

I seized her by the waist and drove into her hard.

A wet, brutal rhythm. Again. Again. Again.

"Angh...! Hnngh...! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Nngh... ah...!!!"

Her chest crushed against the glass as she gasped, each breath torn out of her.

"You wouldn't even glance at the documents I turned in... but this proposal I'm putting into you right now — I take it this one meets your standards, Team Leader."

"Nngh...! Hahk...! You... you really..."

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Hnnagh...! Haaaugh...! Nngh... haang..."

I wrenched her head back and made her look at me. Deep in those eyes, fear and transgression were already twisting together — the look of a woman being broken in.

"Your husband's voice was so intelligent. So gentle. I bet you've been playing the perfect wife at home, haven't you?"

"Don't... don't talk about my husband..."

"Why? Because you feel guilty? Or because listening to him while you give yourself to some Intern makes you feel like too much of a freak?"

"That's not—! Hhk, that's not it...!"

"Liar."

I reached out and forced her lips apart. A filthy little moan slipped through them, saliva threading down the smooth line of her mouth.

"Every time you lie, I go deeper. Let's find out how much you can take."

I slammed into her. Again.

"Angh...! Nngh... Junhyuk, wait... just let me rest for a second... it's too deep...!"

"Rest? You said you had to work overtime."

The hard, wet friction echoed off the walls of the conference room. Every time that sound landed, her beautifully cut waist bucked as if it had been struck.

The arrogance of the Ice Goddess — the pride that had looked unbreakable — was being ground to powder on a cold glass table, one stroke of my body at a time. This perfect inversion of the hierarchy. This complete reversal of who held the power.

"Haaah...! Hhk, nngh...! Junhyuk... Junhyuk's... it's in me... I feel like I'm losing my mind..."

"See? A minute ago you were refusing. Down here you're clamped around me and you won't let go."

She was swallowing screams that should have torn her apart with shame — and still her body had already been completely conquered.

"Haa... nngh... Junhyuk... please, the sound... the sound...!"

"Hold it in, Han Yujin. A Team Leader of your caliber ought to be able to manage that much."

The noise was growing. She kept glancing toward the door, trying to listen for anyone outside — and then the wet, driving rhythm pulled her under again.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Haaah...! Haang, hnngh...!"

Whether she wanted to or not, the sensation below forced her attention back where I wanted it.

The way she clenched down around me, that tight passage gripping like a vice — the sheer pleasure of a body that good wrung a breath out of me I hadn't meant to give. Every time I drove that overwhelming size into her, her entire frame shuddered helplessly beneath me.

I rolled my hips slowly, but I went deep, and Yujin clapped both hands over her mouth and panted through her fingers. The wet friction sang through the sealed conference room, obscene and close.

"Hnngh...! Nngh, hhahp...!"

She was trying to refuse me. Her body would not obey. It answered my rhythm with humiliating honesty, her hips snapping back to meet every stroke.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Your mouth says no. Your body is answering me a lot better than it ever answered your husband."

"Th-that's not... angh...! That's... haaah...!"

"Han Yujin. Lying to your husband, getting taken at an Intern's feet like this... it feels even better this way, doesn't it?"

The whisper against her ear folded her waist in on itself. Shame and pleasure crossed through her at the same instant, and she slipped under completely, dragged down into the first crashing wave of her climax.