Submission
"Hello?"
"It's me."
"Well, well, if it isn't you. Faster than I expected."
Director Park's voice carries a mocking edge, as if he sees right through her.
Seoyeon doesn't rise to his sarcasm.
"I have something to say. In person..."
"Come to the officetel. Now."
"Pardon? Right now?"
Seoyeon blurts it out without thinking. It's not even 2 p.m. yet—time for both him and her husband to be deep in work at the company.
"Yes, now. Get here immediately."
She whispers a soft "Got it" and hangs up. No more agonizing—it's a luxury she can't afford. She stands there blankly for a moment, then heads to the vanity with resolve. After meticulously applying her makeup, she slips into a tight-fitting dress that hugs her curves and leaves the apartment.
She races down the familiar path to his officetel. Punching in the door lock code, she steps inside. The space greets her—familiar yet strangely off-putting. She's tasted humiliation and ecstasy here countless times, making it feel almost routine, but waiting alone in this empty officetel for him to clock out early is a bizarre twist. Aside from that one time briefly waiting while he ran to the convenience store, this is the first time she's here purely to await him.
Like a spell pulls her, Seoyeon sinks into the living room sofa. The plush leather presses against her ass, and a flash of memory hits: just days ago, sprawled here, his massive cock plunging into her womb while her legs draped over his shoulders. The mere thought makes her lower belly ache, her thighs growing slick between them.
She rises and wanders the apartment slowly. There's the dining table—under it, on the cold marble floor, she'd knelt like a dog to take him. The humiliation of lapping up food mixed with his cum while he chewed away. The kitchen, the bathroom, the master bedroom bed. Every corner, every object here is etched with memories of extreme pleasure and shame.
Seoyeon's cheeks flush hot. The thirst unquenched for days surges like a tidal wave, along with the desires she's suppressed. Drawn inexorably, she enters the master bedroom. The bed where their furious sex always unfolds stares back—surely infused now with traces of her scent. Overwhelmed by the room's raw arousal, her hand drifts to her body unbidden. She strokes the swell of her breasts over the thin dress fabric, teasing her hardened nipples with her fingertips.
Hnng... A tiny moan slips through her lips. Her hand slides lower, rubbing her most sensitive spot beneath the dress hem. Her excitement builds; she's about to slip inside for deeper friction when—
Beep beep—click! The front door lock disengages.
Seoyeon startles, yanking her hand free and smoothing her dress as if nothing happened. She hurries to the living room.
Director Park pushes through the front door.
"You came quick..."
"When my Seoyeon is waiting? Had to. Dumped my work on Agent Kim and bolted."
His words hit hard—he's here for her, shoving tasks onto her husband. Guilt flickers, but a sharper, sinful thrill courses through her veins.
Director Park loosens his tie and flops onto the sofa, crossing his legs. He gazes up at her leisurely.
"So, what'd you come all this way to say?"
Her purpose here is singular: to quench this unbearable void, this maddening thirst. To confess she craves him—that without him, satisfaction is impossible. To admit her surrender.
But lingering pride seals her lips.
"Those... photos and videos. You still have them, right? How can I not worry with that stuff in your hands..."
He snickers at her clumsy excuse.
"Oh, that? I told you—I won't spread them."
"Still... what if? It worries me."
"We settled that last time. You dragged yourself here for this nonsense? If that's all, go home."
His tone chills. Seoyeon clutches his arm desperately.
"No, but...!"
He doesn't shake her off. Instead, he strokes the back of her hand gently, his eyes gleaming with knowing lewdness.
"Just be honest."
"...About what?"
Her feigned ignorance snaps his patience.
"You messing with me? You know damn well why you're here. So what—spit it out."
Under his bark, Seoyeon bows her head. After a long hesitation, she murmurs like a mosquito, shyly.
"Let's... bet."
"What?"
"A bet... like last time. If I win, delete the files for real this time. If I lose... then... I'll truly be your woman..."
A thick smile curls his lips. On his way here, ditching work, he'd watched her every move via the CCTV—the same cams that filmed the videos he'd sent Cheolsu. Her squirming on the sofa, flushing as she prowled the apartment, pleasuring herself at the bedroom threshold. He knows it all: this pitiful woman too ashamed to beg outright for his cock, fabricating a "bet" to submit willingly.
"Making it complicated... Fine. But answer my questions honestly."
He stands before her.
"Simple rules. Like before—if you get aroused, you lose. Answer truthfully, dress, and leave unfazed? You win."
"Yes..."
"Strip naked. Stand there."
He points to the spot before the TV, right in his line of sight.
Seoyeon hesitates briefly, then unzips her dress with determination. Fully nude before him, he appraises her body with satisfaction. He unbuckles his belt. The metallic clink and zipper rasp make her swallow dryly. His ferocious erection springs free, and her gaze locks on like a magnet.
Staring straight into her eyes, he interrogates.
"When's the last time you fucked that husband of yours?"
She flinches, eyes dropping. Naked and exposed under his stare, she feels utterly vulnerable. Licking her dry lips, she whispers.
"...Yesterday."
"Good. Tell me everything about last night. What you did, how it felt. From your mouth."
His voice is ice. She squeezes her eyes shut.
"I... I initiated it."
"Oh? Why?"
"I wanted to... check. If I could still feel satisfied with my husband..."
Her voice shrinks to a crawl. Staring at the floor, her eyes creep upward to the throbbing, dark pillar asserting its presence. Veins pulsing from tip to root—her gaze devours it, entranced.
"Did you? How'd you do it?"
"Started... from behind. Thought that position might go deeper..."
"And?"
"But... nothing. Just... shallow skin rubbing..."
Her words trail; her eyes fix wholly on his cock now. Heat trickles down her thighs.
Director Park smiles, urging her on.
"So then?"
"Frustrated, I... directed him. Harder... deeper thrusts... I practically screamed it..."
She no longer averts her gaze. Her head lifts; vacant eyes lock on the massive, pulsing shaft before her. Last night's misery overlays the real thing, dazing her mind.
"Still nothing, so... changed positions. I hooked my legs over his shoulders. Like with you..."
"That should've done it."
"No... I begged—please, all the way in... But he couldn't... crush my womb, fill me like yours..."
She swallows unconsciously. Her stare clings unrelentingly.
"So I climbed on top. Desperate to feel something..."
Her breaths grow ragged. Confession or craving—it's blurring. The bet races toward inevitable defeat.
"Ah... haa... I thrashed my hips wildly. Up and down... grinding side to side... But my belly stayed cold... no sensation..."
Her eyes glaze. His cock fills her vision entirely.
"Finally... I asked him to hold me up. Suspended... chasing that feeling one last time..."
"And?"
"He... threw his back. Yelped and finished. Just like that."
The confession ends. Seoyeon stands dazed. Drool trickles from her lips; her thighs are soaked. With lost eyes fixed on his cock alone, she whispers her finale.
"Nothing... truly nothing. Because you... your cock... won't leave my head..."
Like a woman unhinged, she crawls to Director Park on the sofa, kneels before the rigid mocker between his legs. Hands cradle the massive shaft reverently; awe fills her gaze. Nearly weeping, she addresses it, not him.
"I... lost..."
She dives in, sucking madly. He strokes her head tenderly, voice pleased.
"Like this cock that much?"
Utterly lost, Seoyeon spills how unsatisfying her husband has always been—how this behemoth ignited instant, insane craving. Her words mix with sloppy fellatio slurps, amplifying the obscenity.
"Yes... hnng, slurp... love it... so much..."
Even talking, her tongue and lips don't stop. Plump lips seal around the shaft; she sucks like a vacuum, cheeks hollowing. Veins bulge sharper under the suction.
"...Husband's... hnng, smack... small... ordinary... never felt this..."
Her tongue, alive, circles the sensitive frenulum relentlessly, then flattens broad to lap the full length. She deep-throats, gagging as the head batters her throat—yet she persists.
"Glurk... The second I saw this... my pussy ached to be stuffed full... thought I'd go mad... ahhng!"
Director Park chuckles, petting her approvingly. His gentle touch lets her surrender fully to it.
That's when—
Slap!!!