Beneath the Desk
I walked to the sink as if nothing was wrong, turned on the faucet, and washed my hands.
My lips pressed into a tight, straight line.
As if I hadn’t been hurt. As if I were the kind of person who could brush off a rumor like this without a second thought.
Perfectly natural.
But the moment I appeared, the two of them went deathly pale, mouths opening and closing uselessly before they fled the bathroom like they were being chased.
Once they were gone, only the sound of running water remained.
I stared down at my hands.
“I already knew it would come to this.”
So I’m fine.
I faced my reflection in the mirror and repeated the words like a hypnotic chant, over and over.
In the glass, a tired-looking woman in tight clothes stared back at me, eyes locked with mine.
“I’m doing well.”
I’ll find my runaway sister.
I’ll pay back all the money.
And then I’ll cut ties with Kim Dayoung and leave this place.
I bit down on my lower lip once, then straightened my clothes again.
I left the building and bought coffee from the café nearby.
Because around this time, Kim Dayoung always drank coffee.
She claimed it wasn’t a pretext—that I really couldn’t make it properly—so she ordered me to buy it from the café instead.
Just drink whatever they give you. The way she made me run errands just to drink expensive coffee was so typical of her.
Unless something came up, she kept me seated in her office. It wasn’t like she had that many tasks for me.
It was closer to just wanting me nearby.
At first I didn’t understand, so I asked once.
“You already have another secretary. Why do you keep calling for me?”
“Then you can be a secretary too.”
“Excuse me?”
“Why not? A person can have two secretaries.”
I could only stand there with my mouth open, unable to respond.
In reality, the title was just for show. The work I did wasn’t all that different from before.
Buy coffee on time, come when called, sit on the sofa like a doll.
The one saving grace was that once the office door closed, sound barely leaked out.
For that alone, I was grateful.
Hearing the rumors swirling outside was one thing. Being caught in the middle of the raw, filthy acts happening inside was something else entirely.
When I entered the office with the coffee, she was sitting at her desk, twirling her magical wand as she diligently handled her work.
That hideous, grotesque magical wand had transformed back into the pretty weapon befitting a magical girl.
But I couldn’t think of it as pretty.
I knew exactly how it changed.
Every time the tip of the wand caught the light, my stomach churned and my body instinctively recoiled.
I’d learned while staying by her side that she didn’t waste time and wasn’t as debauched as the rumors claimed. Surprisingly, she was someone who handled her duties with strict precision.
“Here’s your coffee.”
Dayoung’s gaze, which had been fixed on her documents, slowly drifted toward me. Under the silent pressure of her unwavering stare, I let out a small sigh and spoke again.
“Dayoung unnie, here’s your coffee.”
Only then did she give a slight nod and take the cup.
For some reason, she liked it when I called her unnie. At some point she had ordered me to do so, and if I didn’t, she would simply stare at me until I did.
Even now, the moment I said “unnie,” Kim Dayoung’s expression faintly softened.
“Do you like it when I call you unnie?”
The question came from genuine curiosity.
“Yeah. It sounds nice when you say it in your voice. I like it when you only talk to me.”
Goosebumps prickled across my pale forearms.
If it had been anyone else, maybe it would have been different, but those words coming from Kim Dayoung’s mouth only sounded repulsive.
“Come here. Bring your phone.”
“…Do I have to?”
“I told you I like things clean.”
I walked to the front of her desk and held out my phone.
She took it and skillfully unlocked the pattern.
By now, Kim Dayoung monitored my private life as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Messengers, texts, call logs—everything.
“You called your sister again?”
“Yes.”
“Is it because you’re worried, or because of the money?”
“Both… but mostly because I’m worried.”
“Really? Well, the money’s easy. You can just stick a straw in me. I like you a lot, after all.”
“……”
“I didn’t expect to have the same tastes as Soyeon. Just stick a straw in me like you did with her.”
It’s convenient. She laughed softly.
“…It’s not like that.”
Why does she have to cheapen the sincerity between me and Soyeon unnie like this?
“How dramatic.”
Dayoung looked at my phone again, and one eyebrow twitched upward.
“You’ve been in contact with Sohee?”
“…Yes. She contacts me sometimes. Just checking in.”
“Really? That’s a bit much for simple greetings.”
[Did you get home safely?]
[Wanna grab dinner together today?]
[You looked really tired.]
Kim Dayoung read the messages from Sohee aloud, then shoved the screen toward me as if to say, Look at this.
“Still going to claim it’s nothing?”
“It’s just concern.”
“Why would she be concerned about you? You didn’t wag your tail at her, did you?”
“No. She’s just a friend.”
It was true that Sohee had been reaching out more often lately, but she was still a million times better than you.
Kim Dayoung slowly dragged her gaze down my body as if testing me. Then she tossed my phone onto the desk with a clack and lightly patted the space between her own legs.
“Alright. Come here.”
Ha.
So she’s making me do that again.
I walked over to the chair where Dayoung sat, just as she commanded.
I slowly knelt between her spread legs. The hard, cold floor pressed against my knees.
Just as I expected.
Beneath the fluttering hem of Dayoung’s skirt, a massive cock rose up, so grotesque it made my stomach turn just to look at it.
“Sujung. When I do it, I told you to take your clothes off. You need to be naked for me to get really turned on, you know?”
It’ll be over faster for you too. Dayoung nudged my knee with the toe of her shoe.
She made it sound like she was doing me a favor, when it was purely her own preference.
Without a word, I stood up again.
I unbuttoned my white blouse one by one, slid my skirt down, and let the clothes fall to the floor. The cool office air brushed against my bare skin, now covered only by underwear.
I placed both hands on Kim Dayoung’s smooth thighs and started to sit again, but she jerked her chin.
“Under the desk.”
“…It’s too cramped in there.”
“It’s better if you stay inside.”
Better my ass.
What am I, an object?
It felt like I was being stored away like some item in a cabinet.
I was unhappy about it, but in the end I crawled under the desk as ordered.
It was incredibly tight and uncomfortable.
“Lick it. You know how by now.”
Dayoung sat on the edge of her chair and leaned back comfortably against the backrest. Right in front of my face, the massive, twitching cock filled my entire field of vision.
I wrapped both hands around the thick, vein-riddled shaft. A low groan slipped from Dayoung’s lips.
I leaned in and awkwardly licked the tip with the flat of my tongue.
The fishy taste of her precum spread across my tongue and filled my mouth. I used my tongue to pry open the small slit and lick inside, while my hands gently stroked up and down the length.
I swirled my tongue to clean the glistening fluid pooled at the tip, then swept it over the ridged glans.
When there was no reaction, I dragged my tongue from the underside of the shaft all the way up the throbbing pillar.
“Haa…”
When I looked up, Dayoung had her eyes closed, savoring the sensation.
Is this really that good?
If I had my way, I’d bite down hard, but the thing was so huge it already filled my mouth completely—my jaw would probably dislocate first.
I spread the parted urethra with my tongue and licked the wide, heavy glans in broad strokes, repeatedly brushing over the sensitive groove.
Slurp. Suck.
I gripped the shaft with both small hands and pumped it up and down, watching the clear fluid leak out.
Dayoung’s body trembled as she gripped the armrests tightly.
Is it going to end quickly today?
Absurdly, I was starting to feel confident.
The moment I parted my lips to take it fully into my mouth, Dayoung sat up straight and roughly grabbed my breasts through my bra.
“Ah! Ow, it hurts! Be gentler…”
“Haa… Just bear it. It feels good right now.”
“Ugh…”
She kneaded my breasts like dough, then used her middle finger to circle and tease my stiff nipples.
Ahnng…! A sharp, electric sensation spread across my entire chest.
Then, unbelievably, there was a knock at the door.
Knock knock.
“Unnie, I’m here.”
That’s Sohee’s voice.
I was so startled I forgot I was under the desk and tried to stand, only to slam the top of my head against the wood with a loud thud.
“Ouch! M-my clothes…! Sohee’s here!”
“I know. I called her. Keep doing what you were doing.”
I tried to crawl out to grab my clothes, but Dayoung shoved my head back under the desk with her hand.
What the hell is she saying?
Sohee’s here and she wants me to keep going?
What if we get caught?
Did I hear her correctly?
Kim Dayoung stared straight into my wildly shaking eyes, her face completely calm, and spoke toward the door in an even tone.
“Come in.”
What the fuck are you doing!?
I clutched my throbbing scalp, dragged my scattered clothes under the desk, and looked up at Kim Dayoung.
Don’t do this.
What the hell are you thinking?
I shook her smooth leg desperately.
But Dayoung simply looked down at my trembling eyes, slowly ran her fingers across my red-painted, slightly parted lips, pinched my cheek lightly, then pulled her chair flush against the desk and buried my face between her legs.
I tapped her thigh lightly, meaning stop joking around, but the moment I heard the voice, my entire body froze.
“Unnie. You called for me?”
“Yeah. I wanted to talk about Sujung.”
“Sujung?”
Sohee’s voice sounded clearer and closer.
She was right there.
The cock, slick with my saliva and her precum, brushed against my cheek and jaw, but I kept turning my head desperately to avoid taking it into my mouth.
Dayoung knew how tense I was, yet pretended not to notice.
Her hand moved to the back of my head.
At first she held it gently.
Really, without hurting me.
But when I tensed the back of my neck and resisted, the hand gripping my hair gradually tightened.
As if to say if I didn’t put it in, she’d squeeze harder. The moment I imagined hearing a ripping sound from my scalp, I quickly pressed her round glans against my lips.
“…Right. Sohee, you seem to know her well.”
Kim Dayoung’s voice had grown languid.
“Me…?”
“Why? Aren’t you two close?”
The conversation filtered through the thin barrier of the desk, sounding like it belonged to another world.
My mouth was slightly open, the head resting inside as my tongue tapped against it.
My heart pounded so violently I thought I might faint from the tension.
“We are close. What are you curious about?”
