The Most Beautiful Liquor Glass
Time drags on in the officetel lounge like torture. An hour passes with no word from Director Park. Just as paranoia grips her—everyone in the cafe staring, convinced she's up to no good—her phone buzzes with a short vibration.
Seoyeon rises and heads into the company building. The lobby, well past quitting time, stands nearly deserted, with only a few overtime workers drifting through. She tells the desk clerk, "I'm here to see Director Park from the DB Team," and receives a visitor's badge.
The elevator doors open on the sixth floor, and there stands Director Park, leaning against the hallway wall. The entire floor is dimly lit, the offices empty. "Finally here? Don't dawdle—follow me," he says, mixing in casual commands as if she's just another subordinate. Seoyeon says nothing. He leads her into his office, the team leader's room. He flops onto the sofa and jerks his chin at the seat across from him.
"You worked hard yesterday. Thanks to you, the Chairman seemed in a great mood. Things went well, so it's all good, right?"
Seoyeon finds no words for his repulsive hypocrisy. Ignoring his intent, she stands by the door, glaring coldly. "Get to the point. Why did you call me here?"
Director Park flashes a nasty grin. He rises and heads to the glass display cabinet lining one wall, filled with flashy liquors and crystal glasses. He caresses one gently. "My hobby's collecting these liquor glasses. Pretty, huh? Since I was young, I've busted my ass to make money, dreaming of gathering stuff like this. My dream's to own every expensive, beautiful glass in the world. People might call me materialistic, but isn't this proof of my success?"
He rambles on about his triumphs. Seoyeon ignores him, gazing at the night view outside. He clears his throat, displeased by her attitude, and gets to the point. "But you know..." He turns from the cabinet, eyeing her with lecherous hunger. "The other day... I saw the most beautiful liquor glass in the world."
Director Park approaches slowly. As if brushing off dust, he naturally lifts his hand, thumb aiming for her lips. In that instant, Seoyeon slaps it away hard with a crack.
"What the hell are you doing!" Her voice cuts sharp with fury.
But he doesn't flinch, even after the hit. Instead, he smirks as if amused, glancing at his rebuffed hand. "Is that how you act? That video was more stimulating than I thought... For some, seeing ex-top-star Ciel feeding liquor mouth-to-mouth to an old chairman might be hotter than any porn..."
His low words drain the blood from Seoyeon's face. She remembers her predicament all too clearly. She's leashed to this man.
Director Park settles into the central sofa, the seat of power, and crosses his legs leisurely. "Choose wisely," he says, patting his thigh with his palm. A clear signal to sit.
"Wh-what... do you want me to do..." Seoyeon stammers, frustration lacing her voice, barely forcing the words out.
He pats his knee twice, annoyed. "Bring the glass."
His voice is low, but heavy with undeniable command. Seoyeon finally surrenders everything. She squeezes her eyes shut. The world goes dark. She steps forward slowly, agonizingly slowly, and perches cautiously on his lap. His firm thigh and body heat seep through her thin dress, raising goosebumps across her skin.
Director Park seizes the nape of her neck with one strong hand and yanks her to him. Before she can resist, his lips crush hers. His other hand greedily clutches her ass.
"Mmph...!"
The thick, wet press of his lips, the foul mix of cigar and whiskey—it numbs all her senses. Instinctively, she clamps her mouth shut, gritting her teeth. He ignores it, sucking her lips harder, nibbling her lower one with his teeth. His beard stubble scrapes her delicate skin, stinging. His slimy tongue pries at the seam of her lips. Seoyeon resists desperately, but his grip on her neck pins her head immobile.
Meanwhile, the hand on her ass grows bolder, rubbing along the cleft over her silk dress before kneading the plump flesh madly.
Finally, his tongue forces past her teeth, sliding in. The hot, massive intrusion fills her mouth, sapping her last resistance. As if waiting, he ravages her mouth wildly. He releases her neck and grabs her voluptuous breast roughly. His huge hand can't even fully encompass it. He kneads, squeezes, twists—playing with her breast. All the while, his tongue asserts dominance, scraping her soft palate roughly, tracing her gums to make her twitch.
His tongue finds hers. He wraps it around her limp one, sucking and grinding sloppily. His saliva floods her mouth, mixing so vividly it turns her stomach. The hot, fishy drool blends with hers and slides down her throat with a gulp—she screams silently inside. She doesn't kiss back actively, but she has no strength or will left to fight. She yields everything, letting him toy with her mouth, breast, and ass as he pleases.
Like a starved beast, he pants into her mouth, gorging himself. Seoyeon's eyes lose focus; her gaping mouth just accepts his saliva. When he suddenly breaks the kiss and pulls away, she sways dizzily. He steadies her waist with one hand. He lifts her slowly from his lap. But the moment she's upright, he pulls her neck again for another kiss. Seoyeon doesn't even think to resist; she bends at the waist, standing, and takes it.
In that position, Director Park undoes his belt with his free hand. The clink of the buckle echoes in the empty office. Still seated, he lifts his hips slightly and shucks off pants and underwear with practiced ease. He exposes his massively erect cock.
Ending the kiss at last, he grabs Seoyeon's dazed hand and guides it wordlessly to his member. The hot, rigid feel against her palm snaps her back to reality.
"Grip it."
Before her eyes stretches an unbelievable sight. Rising from a thick bush of black hair, his cock dwarfs her imagination—overwhelmingly thick, too girthy for one hand, its flushed surface veined like writhing worms. Monster cock. She grasps the word's true meaning for the first time.
"Move your hand."
Seoyeon recoils in horror, trying to pull away. But flashes of last night's video and photos flood her mind—her humiliating self feeding liquor to the old chairman. If that spreads online, "Ciel" becomes eternally tainted. She abandons all rebellion. Eyes squeezed shut, she obeys, wrapping her hand around his massive shaft and stroking up and down slowly.
Director Park savors her touch for a moment, then growls through ragged breaths. "What're you doing? You have to bring the glass."
Seoyeon can resist no more. Her pride lies shattered on the floor. She just obeys, praying this hell ends soon. Mechanically stopping her hand, she rises from his lap and brings her face close to his. To perform the "answer" he taught her, she presses her trembling lips to his.
But unexpectedly, his mouth stays firmly shut. As she hesitates in confusion, his muffled voice rumbles against her lips.
"I told you once. Now figure it out yourself."