Under the Desk 2
I opened my mouth and took the fat, swollen glans of the cock right in front of me. Even though only the head was inside, my mouth already felt completely stuffed.
It seemed like my lips might tear at any second. The cock was so massive that it pressed against every inch of the soft flesh inside my mouth.
I could barely breathe, yet Kim Dayoung casually stroked my hair and spoke to Sohee as if nothing was happening.
“You two seem to stick together a lot lately.”
“Yes, because Sujung is pretty and kind.”
I wondered if Sohee could even imagine what I was doing under the desk.
If she knew I was sucking this cock, coating it with saliva, licking the head with my tongue, and swallowing thick drops of precum down my throat, what would she think?
Could she possibly guess what kind of depraved things I was being forced to do under Kim Dayoung’s orders?
“I like her, you know. Sujung.”
Why was she saying something like that all of a sudden…
The unexpected confession made me freeze. The moment I stopped moving, Dayoung slammed her hand down on the back of my head, forcing the cock straight into the deepest, most tender part of my throat.
“Guh—hack.”
I choked, tears instantly spilling from my eyes.
I tried desperately to stay quiet, but in the silent office where only the air purifier hummed, the sound of my coughing seemed deafening.
Had she heard me?
Why was she suddenly pressing my head down like that?
It had to be on purpose.
My heart felt like it would explode.
My whole body locked up, not just my hands.
Oh god. Did Sohee hear that?
“Huh? Unnie, didn’t you hear something?”
“What sound?”
Kim Dayoung asked back, completely nonchalant.
“It sounded like coughing…”
“Aren’t you just hearing things because you’re nervous?”
“Me?”
“Why? Does being alone with me make you nervous?”
Sohee paused for a moment. She was probably stunned. Where did Kim Dayoung get all that confidence?
“Sohee.”
“Yes.”
“You like Sujung?”
Kim Dayoung’s voice was practically smiling.
“Yes. I like her.”
Ah.
Sohee!
You didn’t have to answer that.
I closed my eyes and tried to block out the conversation happening above me, continuing to slide the cock in and out of my mouth.
If I stopped even for a second, the pain of my hair being yanked would make me scream.
They can’t see me. It’s fine.
Just keep going like this.
I lied to myself, swallowing down the false comfort.
While stroking the underside of the thick shaft and sucking carefully, I noticed Dayoung’s heel lift slightly, her foot trembling.
A spark of defiance flared inside me. Let’s see how you like it. I tilted my head, stretched my tongue out as far as it would go, and licked upward in one long stroke. I attacked it relentlessly, like a snake coiling around its prey.
The conversation between the two of them began to fade into the distance.
“…Haa, mm… Sohee.”
Dayoung let out a sticky, heated breath. Her voice had turned lazy and languid, but Sohee didn’t seem to suspect anything.
“Yes.”
“Sujung isn’t interested in you.”
I can’t hear this.
I’m not hearing anything at all.
If I focused on their words, it felt like I would definitely get caught.
I let my mind go half-blank, blurring my focus, and devoted myself entirely to the act in front of me.
I grabbed the hand Dayoung had let hang down and held it tightly. Her body stiffened for a moment, but I felt her warmth completely as she pretended not to notice.
This is Soyeon unnie.
If I think of her as unnie, I can do it.
I have to make unnie feel good.
I ignored the despair and sense of corruption wrapping around my body, pretending I couldn’t feel them.
This time I suppressed the gag reflex and pushed the cock all the way into my throat myself.
Slurp. Sluuurp.
Suck.
I didn’t choke this time, but the cock rubbing against my delicate membranes made my eyes keep filling with tears.
In the saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth, I could feel every ridge and vein of the cock. Thin, excited breaths leaked from Dayoung’s lips.
Sohee didn’t answer right away either.
“I’ll take care of that myself.”
“You’ll only get hurt.”
“I said I’ll handle it.”
“Oh?”
Dayoung’s fingers lightly twisted into my hair.
“Then should I ask Sujung directly?”
No.
I shook my head frantically and clutched at Dayoung’s thigh.
Please.
Don’t do this.
She was truly insane. Kim Dayoung really was a psychopath.
I couldn’t believe it. While listening to this conversation, why was my pussy getting so wet?
Right then, as if she knew exactly what was happening, Dayoung lifted her foot and began rubbing the hard toe of her shoe firmly between my legs.
I swallowed the moan threatening to escape and clenched both fists on my knees.
“Just kidding.”
My whole body shook violently. When I looked up at Dayoung, she gave me a brief, contemptuous glance that seemed to say, Are you actually getting off on sucking me?
“Unnie.”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t do anything weird to Sujung.”
Kim Dayoung laughed.
“Weird things?”
Then she stroked my hair with agonizing slowness.
“I’ve never done anything weird.”
“…Are you two living together or something?”
“Yes. We’re cohabiting. We like each other, after all.”
Hey. Kim Dayoung, stop lying.
What the hell are you saying?
We’re not living together.
A rush of emotion hit me. I grabbed her shin and bared my teeth, giving the shaft a light bite.
In retaliation, Dayoung seized the back of my hair in a brutal grip and shoved the cock deep into my throat.
My posture collapsed. I quickly adjusted myself without making a sound.
It was clearly a warning not to use my teeth again.
“We like each other a lot, actually.”
After Dayoung finished speaking, silence fell between them for a moment before the sound of the door opening and closing echoed.
Had Sohee left?
“She’s gone. She’s seriously pissed off.”
The moment Dayoung released my hair, I pulled the cock out of my mouth.
“Hack—ugh! Are you crazy? Why would you say something like that? What do you mean we like each other?!”
I glared at her, face twisted in anger.
“Ah. I almost came. Why did you pull off?”
“That’s not what’s important right now!”
“Then what is important right now?”
Her gaze dropped downward.
“Is it Sujung’s sloppy wet cunt that’s still leaking pussy juice even in a situation like this that’s important?”
Dayoung wiggled the toe of her shoe.
The slick traces on it glistened under the light.
She let out a sigh and grabbed her cock, pressing it against my lips.
“Suck it again.”
The tears that had been pooling in my eyes finally spilled over. This kind of treatment always broke something inside me.
I glared at her through wet lashes. It was the only thing I could do.
Of course Dayoung didn’t yield an inch, and in the end I opened my mouth again.
I just wanted it to be over quickly.
I deliberately made wetter, filthier sounds, moving my tongue with relentless focus. I wrapped both hands around the thick shaft, stroking and caressing it.
I pumped it up and down, then slid my hands along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Looking up at her, I dragged the tip of my tongue from the base all the way to the head.
She loved it when I looked up at her like this while licking from below. One of her cheeks bulged slightly as she bit it.
But I couldn’t even tell whether the wetness on my cheeks was saliva or tears. The crushing shame made me want to think about nothing at all.
I emptied my mind and continued the act mechanically.
It’s not because I like Kim Dayoung or love her.
We’re just using each other to get what we need.
Our interests simply align, that’s all.
When I pushed the overwhelming fullness all the way to the back of my throat and held it there, I felt the cock’s pulse throbbing against my soft palate.
“Hoo… deeper.”
Dayoung narrowed one eye and stretched her legs out fully. Her lower body tensed hard.
Her smooth thighs and knees caged me in. Her hands pressed down firmly on the back of my head.
“Guh… keuk… hack, hack—”
“Breathe through your nose.”
When I inhaled through my nose, my throat opened even more.
The cock forced its way into that tight space, scraping every inch of sensitive flesh.
The massive thing that had been stretching me to the limit finally erupted, flooding the depths of my mouth with hot, bitter cum.
At the same time, Dayoung roughly yanked my head back, forcing my face upward.
She licked her lips, eyes narrowing as she looked down at me. Her chin was arrogantly raised.
“Gluck. Gulp.”
The semen poured down my wide-open throat in thick spurts. I swallowed it with wet, audible gulps.
My throat bobbed visibly. Cloudy saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth while physiological tears streamed down my cheeks.
The fishy, unfamiliar taste made me frown involuntarily. The slimy fluid seemed to cling to the walls of my throat.
“Haa… fuck, that was a massive load.”
“Ugh… haa…”
“Your mouth-cunt tastes good too.”
The moment the invasive fullness left my mouth, the disgusting fishy stench surged up violently.
Every breath I took seemed to coat my entire face with the smell of semen.
“Open your mouth. Let me inspect it.”
I looked up at her with resentful eyes and humiliatingly opened my mouth wide.
Dayoung’s long fingers slid inside, pressing down on my tongue, rummaging around, meticulously checking for any remaining traces.
She wiped the saliva from my lips with her fingers, then smeared it across my outstretched tongue.
“Good girl.”
“Never… do that again.”
I glared at her with bloodshot eyes.
“Do what?”
“Calling Sohee over—you did it on purpose!”
The sorrow and humiliation I had been holding back finally exploded into anger.
The pain of being insulted and having my heart ripped apart had grown dull, but using the people around me like this still hurt terribly.
The tears I had barely contained finally fell to the floor. I should have gotten angry first, yet here I was, only raging after swallowing her cum. It felt absurd.
And how terrified I had been.
The fact that she had pushed me to the edge of a cliff in that dizzying situation was heartbreaking.
The fear of being discovered by my friend. The anxiety of being caught by someone who actually liked me came crashing over me belatedly.
On top of that, the ridiculousness of hiding under a desk and sucking cock left me feeling utterly pathetic. I had fallen so low I might as well have become something less than human.
Hic. Sob.
I kept crying. Sitting there half-naked, I wept bitterly without even thinking about getting dressed.
“Hey… I get it. Stop crying already.”
Dayoung straightened her clothes, pulled out a tissue, and wiped my face. Her careful touches quickly soaked the tissue with tears and saliva.
I couldn’t tell whether she was trying to be kind or just tormenting me further.
It was definitely the latter, yet she sometimes showed these caring gestures. An unpredictable person who gave the poison and then the antidote.
I picked up the skirt I had discarded on the floor and put it on haphazardly. The hem barely covered half my thighs.
My panties were uncomfortably soaked, but I didn’t have the energy to care.
I had been obedient. I had done everything she asked. So why had she dragged Sohee into this? Just looking at Dayoung sitting in front of me made me sick.
The lingering bitter taste in my mouth made my situation feel even more miserable.
I shot a glare at Dayoung, who had been watching me dress. Then I yanked out another tissue and spat the saliva pooled in my mouth into it.
Dayoung simply furrowed her brows slightly without saying anything.
“Ah… what a waste.”
Then you eat it.
Today she seemed especially hateful and vile. In my mind, I flipped her off with both middle fingers.
Fuck you.
Choke on it twice.
I finished dressing and smoothed out the wrinkled skirt.
Having knelt on the floor for so long, the skin on my knees was red and inflamed.
I walked over to the sofa and dropped onto it heavily. It had practically become my assigned seat.
Had I really become Kim Dayoung’s favorite toy?
I hated it so much.
I tried to swallow my anger alone, but eventually I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“I’m leaving. I don’t want to stay here any longer.”
“You can’t.”
“I did everything you wanted.”
“Your place is right there.”
Ha. Unbelievable.
How could she be so shameless?
She didn’t seem like the same person who had just forced someone to her knees and made her do those things.
Beep. Beep.
The cheerful sound effects of a game broke the silence, echoing through the office.
Kim Dayoung had both legs propped up on the desk, practically lying back in her chair. Her white thighs were fully exposed beneath her hiked-up skirt.
“…You’re playing a game? Right now? After all that?”
“Yeah. There’s no work to do.”
Psychopath.
Freak.
Crazy magical girl.
I wanted to hurl every curse word in existence at that face. I could have screamed at her all day, spitting with rage.
But I was a pathetic coward.
A coward whose insides were rotting black, who could do nothing but move my lips and glare.
“Then I’ll at least go to the bathroom.”
“Fine. Five minutes.”
It felt like I was trapped in this office. I stopped with my hand on the door as a sudden question rose in my throat.
“…Do you actually like me?”
“Did you think I was lying? I told you my tastes overlap with Soyeon’s.”
“Ha…”
You like me, yet you treat me like this?
It made no sense.
An empty, hollow laugh slipped from my lips.
Kim Dayoung seemed to equate affection with violence. Like something inside her was fundamentally broken.
I headed to the bathroom.
Standing in front of the sink, I turned on the cold water and washed my ruined face. I cupped water in both hands and rinsed my mouth frantically.
I hoped even a little of the fishy aftertaste would disappear.
I kept spitting until my mouth felt raw.
The dried corners of my eyes began to grow wet once more.