The Boss's Summons
Cheolsu flashes a pleased smile at her words, pulls his wife into his arms, and drifts off to sleep in moments.
Listening to her husband's steady breathing as he sleeps, Seoyeon finds herself engulfed in intensely conflicted emotions. Once she's sure he's completely out, she slips quietly from his embrace, turns her back to him, and lies down to court sleep herself.
The next morning, Seoyeon sleeps so deeply she doesn't even hear the alarm. What wakes her is Cheolsu's frantic hand shaking her.
"Honey! Get up! We're late, late!"
When Seoyeon opens her eyes, the clock already reads 8:30. Exhausted from Sunday night's grand affair, both of them had utterly collapsed.
Cheolsu dresses in a frenzy, and Seoyeon drags her still-sleepy body upright to help him get ready for work. Tying his tie, ironing his wrinkled dress shirt, toasting bread—every step feels distant, like a dream.
After seeing Cheolsu off, silence settles over the apartment once more. Right then, her cell phone on the living room table rings.
Seoyeon's heart plummets. With trembling hands, she checks the phone. Is it Manager Park?
She cautiously peers at the screen. Thankfully, it's not him.
Time passes like that. Contrary to her fears, days blend into ordinary routine. For several days, there's no word from Manager Park.
During that stretch, Seoyeon occasionally makes love with Cheolsu. But she feels no pleasure anymore. She loves her husband, yet her body rejects him. She merely responds for his sake, faking replies and moans.
Even in that daily grind, every phone ring freezes her body rigid—Is it him?—days repeating in dread.
Then the weekend rolls around again. Expecting Manager Park to summon her, Seoyeon steels herself. But Saturday passes, Sunday too, with no contact.
That silence unnerves her more than anything.
Sunday night. Cheolsu wants her body again. Seoyeon doesn't refuse. As he thrusts into her, she stares blankly at the ceiling.
In that instant, Manager Park's massive cock flashes into her mind.
Ah...!
The mere thought makes her pussy heat up unbidden, clenching fiercely.
Startled by his wife's sudden reaction, Cheolsu thinks he's unleashed some masterful technique and grows even more aroused.
"Honey... you like it? Huh? That felt amazing, right?"
"Mmm... yeah..."
Seoyeon closes her eyes and answers. But her mind overflows with the humiliating yet intensely vivid sensation of his thing ravaging her depths.
Monday dawns again. Something has changed.
Before, every ring brought heart-stopping terror, hands shaking as she prayed it wasn't him. Now, no.
The phone buzzes, and she drops everything, lunging for it. Her heart still races wildly as she checks the screen—but when it's not him, relief mingles with an inexplicable twinge of disappointment she can't quite name.
She asks herself: Is this trembling really fear? Or some filthy craving, waiting for him without my knowing?
Wednesday arrives. After ten silent days, her phone finally vibrates briefly.
She takes a deep breath, then slowly checks the screen.
At last—it's Manager Park.
Come to the company. Now.
His message is short, curt, an irrefutable command.
Her husband is at the company. But for the Seoyeon now, his presence there offers no reason to refuse.
She types a quick Yes, sir and stands.
Before her closet, she hesitates. But her hands, unbidden, reach for the outfits that hug her curves most revealingly.
She slips into a sleeveless top that clings tight and a form-fitting H-line skirt that traces her ass perfectly. Then, like a last shred of reason, she drapes a thin cardigan over her shoulders.
She applies her makeup more carefully than ever, prettier than usual.
Near the company, she texts him.
Don't come through the main entrance. Use the emergency stairs on the side. Fifth floor.
His instructions are precise. When she asks how to get inside, he replies with a mocking tone.
Your husband's an employee here. Figure it out yourself.
Seoyeon sighs deeply and heads to the main lobby.
She flashes the desk attendant her sweetest smile.
"Hello. I'm Kim Cheolsu from the planning team—his wife. He said he left something behind. Could I run up quick?"
Dazzled by her beauty and her face reminiscent of Ciel, the attendant issues a visitor pass without question.
Skipping the elevator, Seoyeon climbs the emergency stairs as instructed. Her heels echo sharply—click-clack, click-clack—through the empty stairwell.
On the fifth floor, Manager Park waits, leaning against the emergency exit door. He grins, then naturally drapes an arm around her shoulders.
"Good to see you, Seoyeon."
"Don't do that."
Outwardly annoyed, Seoyeon swats his hand away, glaring up at him.
"Why did you call me here?"
"Heh, our Seoyeon missed me, didn't she?"
He smirks slyly, leaning in close to her face.
"Look at you—been pining away for me, right? Coming to your husband's company all dolled up like this. Who you trying to impress, huh?"
His blatant teasing leaves Seoyeon speechless, her face flushing crimson.
Park savors her reaction, smirking wider as he steps closer. He reaches out, gently stroking her burning cheek.
"Look how red your face is. Like a ripe peach. Missed me that much?"
The instant his fingers touch her, Seoyeon flinches like she's been bitten by a snake. As she tries to pull back, he tightens his arm around her shoulders, holding her fast.
"Where do you think you're going."
His hand doesn't stop at her shoulder. Over the thin cardigan, he slowly—oh so slowly—traces her rounded shoulders and slender arms, like appraising priceless porcelain, meticulous and perverted.
Finally, his hand reaches the plump curve of her ass, exposed by the tight H-line skirt. He groans in satisfaction, palm pressing fully to feel the soft flesh through the fabric.
He leans down, burying his face in the nape of her neck. Like an animal, he inhales her scent deeply, so deeply.
"Haa... smells so good... your scent... shampoo mixed with your skin... drives me fucking wild."
His hot breath on her nape makes Seoyeon tremble despite herself. Separate from any disgust, the bizarre thrill of this dangerous, secret moment heats her lower belly.
Park misses none of her changes. He backs her against the cold stairwell wall, groping her body as he whispers in her ear.
"See? You're feeling it too. Your body's honest."
With that, he cups her chin gently, forcing her to meet his eyes. Then, as if he can't wait another second, he crushes his lips to hers roughly.
"Mmph..."
Seoyeon doesn't resist, accepting his kiss. In the empty emergency stairs, only the wet, obscene sounds of their lips and tongues intertwine.
Smack, smack, slurp...
The noises sound tender yet desperate, like long-lost lovers devouring each other.
His kiss is that of a conqueror. His tongue claims every corner of her mouth like territory, scraping her soft palate, tracing her gums, invading deep behind her molars.
As she endures his kiss for long minutes, Seoyeon's body begins to change.
While kissing, Park's hands never idle, roaming her body. He slips them behind her back, caressing the bare skin beneath her cardigan and sleeveless top. His rough palms glide down her smooth lower back, making her quiver.
Undeterred, his hands seize her plump ass over the tight skirt, kneading hard. Then up again, gripping her voluptuous breasts firmly through her clothes.
Under his relentless touch, her body reacts first. Her lips, once passive, start to move. Unconsciously, she draws his lower lip between hers, sucking softly.
Her rigid tongue loosens, beginning to dance with his. Tentative at first, soon her tongue coils around his, sucking greedily, responding eagerly.
No longer just his kiss. Her tongue invades his mouth, exploring every nook vengefully. She binds his tongue, sucking hard.
Park startles at her unexpected counterattack but surges with greater arousal.
Like starved beasts, they ravage each other's lips and tongues madly. Saliva drips down their chins unnoticed.
The empty stairwell fills only with their ragged breaths and slick kissing sounds.