Rumors of the Madman and Waves of Ecstasy
The team leader from the selection department had warned him upon resigning to watch out for the division head. He said that if he ever became a manager or team leader, the division head would try to pull him under his wing, so to avoid getting involved if possible.
But that moment had come sooner than expected. Less than a year into his job as a road manager, the division head proposed a department transfer. Someone of his rank could just notify and issue the order, yet he went out of his way to call Jinho in and ask for his opinion.
When he'd heard the team leader's words, Jinho had imagined an irredeemable chaebol wastrel, but contrary to expectations, the man was a refined gentleman. He might change upon closer inspection, but his first impression didn't evoke images of a con artist, gangster, or sadist at all. Were all the rumors just bullshit?
"We're creating a new Strategic Planning Department. I'll call you again next week, so think it over."
He wasn't pushing, even giving time to consider. Jinho's favorable impression was growing by the minute.
Back home, Jinho searched for information on Park Hyungpil, the division head.
Come to think of it, aside from the rumors from the team leader, he knew nothing about the man. Judging someone solely on hearsay was foolish. Especially since the rumors stemmed from stock market gossip sheets.
If I dig directly, something will turn up.
He was the CEO of an entertainment planning company, ran an investment firm specializing in entertainment, and had even participated in film production. Jinho had assumed he was a parachuted-in nepotist, but the guy had been in the industry for quite a while. Looking at his filmography, his box office instincts seemed solid.
Most articles were positive, but there was one about a prosecution investigation for embezzling company funds. Curious about the outcome, Jinho searched further and found that an internal whistleblower had committed suicide midway, causing the case to fizzle out with insufficient evidence and a not-guilty disposition.
Whistleblower suicide?
The articles didn't explain why. It felt ominous, like a movie scene, but without context, he couldn't jump to conclusions. Nothing else particularly damning turned up.
Since the man had been around entertainment for so long, Jinho asked Kang Bora if she'd met him.
"Park Hyungpil? Hmm... the name rings a bell. Oh, right—he came to the company a few times when I was a rookie."
"What for?"
"Investment review or something? Don't know the details. He was the head of some investment firm."
"Did you get the investment?"
"Nah. They met a few times, but he turned it down."
Not the investment firm rejecting, but the company CEO rejecting the investment? Jinho blinked.
"But the reason he refused was kinda funny."
"What was it?"
"Our CEO's face-reading skills. He said the guy's physiognomy was too bad."
Physiognomy?
"Our CEO's great at reading faces. Said he studied a ton back in the day. If he hadn't gone into this business, he'd have made bank as a fortune-teller—really good at reading people."
"So, what was wrong with his face?"
"He explained later with all these weird terms, so I didn't get it all. But at the end, he said the guy had the look of someone cruel who loves blood, stabbing friends and foes alike in the back for fun. Gave me chills."
Psycho killer vibes.
"After hearing that, I paid extra attention when we crossed paths at the broadcasting station. His eyes were kinda scary."
"I get told my eyes are scary sometimes too."
"Who the hell calls my baby's innocent eyes scary? Oh, those virgins just haven't seen your adorable bedroom gaze. Poor things."
They said women over thirty let loose more, and Bora nuna was proving it—everything turned into lead-up-to-sex talk these days. With Seoah there too, his dick never got a break.
Even without the voice barrier, he'd resolved to avoid his old promiscuous ways, but it turned out unnecessary.
The sex goddess Kang Bora by birth and Han Seoah, steadily evolving from sex seedling to sex genius, left no room for wandering eyes. Bora nuna was one thing, but Seoah felt like a monitor planted to keep him in check.
"Clap clap! Han Seoah debut confirmed! Yay~"
Since she'd made the final debut lineup, she wanted celebratory sex at a nice spot, so Jinho booked a hotel room. Seeing her bouncing on the bed, thrilled like that, made the expense worthwhile.
"Ever since becoming fuckbuddies with you, darling, only good things happen. You're my lucky dick for real. I'll pamper you extra hard today."
Lucky dick? What the hell?
The whirlpool tub was a hit. Maybe remembering their first time's foreplay in the bathroom, Seoah loved starting in water.
For her bubble-loving man, she lathered up body wash generously and began rubbing his body tenderly. She'd started clumsy—hit or miss—but now she melted him smooth.
"Mmm, handsome-faced guys must have handsome dicks too. Ngh... this perfect thing sliding in every time—how could I not get addicted to you, darling? Hnng... haaang."
Seoah always complimented him during sex. Praise made his... cock dance, so he always pushed her to the limit, and it boomeranged back as her pleasure. She was a certified sex genius.
—Slurp slurp, sluuuurp
Feeling the bubbles rising from the whirlpool tub, Jinho licked her body meticulously.
"Haaang...! Haat... again with the marking? I'm already yours—why keep doing it? Hn."
"Even the same house feels fresh with new paint or wallpaper. Gonna repaint you constantly."
"So Seoah becomes darling's brand-new toy every time? Haaang, love it. Keep painting me."
This cuteness drove him mad. She'd suck him dry properly today too.
Moments later, unable to hold back, she turned, hands on the wall, ass out at dick height, urging insertion. Her lower mouth was already slick, waiting.
—Smack smack, slap, slap, squelch squelch
"Haaang...! Haat, haaak... haaaang...! Haa... hiaaang!"
Foreplay satisfaction cranked her sensitivity today. He paced his thrusts to manage his building urge, but she used the wall's rebound to suck him deeper, spit him out. Made holding back brutal.
"Ngh, Seoah. I can't... anymore..."
"Aang, aang, haaang...! Haat, hn! Darling, now... you can cum. Fill me up looots, haaaang...!"
—Spurt, blooort blooort blooort
Safe day, so he emptied fully inside. Satisfaction from the release pulled his dick out, trailing a thin string of her fluids. Such an erotic sight.
Out of the bathroom, sitting on the bed's edge, Seoah licked his glans gently, prepping round two. Did she never tire?
Her vacuum fellatio—no air, just relentless suction—built another load fast despite just cumming.
"S-Seoah. At this rate, I'll..."
"Not yet~ We're doing at least five today, so hold till you cum in my pussy."
"What's with the specific number?"
"Manager unnie said it'll be chaos till debut. Might not get lazy sex with darling for a while. Gotta go wild today."
She talked like accumulating points. Fair enough—official member meant a whole new schedule from trainee days. Extra effort required today.
"Wanna switch up the mood?"
"How?"
Without a word, he hugged her from behind, drawing the blackout curtains. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the city's stunning nightscape. He'd booked high for this view.
"Wooow~ Darling, it's like stars planted everywhere."
He'd wanted to recreate an R-rated romance film's sex scene: man night-view doggy against hotel glass, lit and shot for classy eroticism.
Prettier than that actress, ass spread before him, eyes begging. The pussy's inner grip felt more profound than any screen could convey.
"Hn... there, hnhut, feels weird... ut, ut, darling, deeper, haak... haaaang...!"
After pounding awhile, he lifted one leg over his arm. To balance, more lower-body power—tightening her walls for novel pleasure waves.
"Aang, aang, d-darling, this pose is so naughtyyy, haat, haaaaang!"
Overwhelming urge hit without warning; he squeezed cum deep inside. Seoah collapsed too, panting raggedly.
"Whew, romantic but no more movie copies. Tough position."
"Whyy~ I loved it. Save these for me, not Bora unnie."
Two more rounds followed; she flopped, done. Or so he thought—tender fellatio revived him, riding to a final load.
Five fulfilled. Holy shit.
When Park Hyungpil called again, Jinho said he'd transfer. Didn't know the team's duties, but a powerhouse exec's new outfit promised more learning than road work. If it went well, he'd achieve Bora nuna's wishes faster.
The physiognomy story nagged, but he wasn't burying his bones here—just work ties, no biggie. Thinking grind the job and bail as a pro, he joined the team.