Ecstatic Positions and the Secretary's Compelled Truth

"Hiiing~ They make it look so easy in movies, so why is it this hard for me?"

Under the aphrodisiac's influence, Ham Soyoung struck a pose from some romance flick that had gone viral for the heroine's daring display. They called it the "Mythical Bird," basically a variation on doggy style.

First, she lay prone on the bed and grabbed her ankles, forming a bridge. Her pussy gaped wide open toward me in that suspended position. All I had to do was thrust in—no sweat for me—but Soyoung had to hold her body up with her abs while enduring my pumping. Definitely not an easy pose.

"Hngh, hngh... Still, it's... deeper than before. Haaang...!"

I gripped her waist to avoid going too hard and slid my cock in slowly. I could feel every ridge of her inner walls, which felt refreshingly novel. Scraping along her vaginal walls meticulously as I thrust in and out made her moans grow even louder despite the awkward position.

"Ahng, ahng... W-what do I do? Oppa, your muscles... hngh! They're so sexy, driving me crazy. Haaang...! Haat, haaaang...!"

If Soyoung had struggled last time, now it was my turn. The "Love Stand" she suggested required serious core strength from me.

First, she leaned against the wall and wrapped her arms around my neck. I grabbed her thighs, hoisted them up, and thrust my cock in. She locked her smooth legs around my hips to brace against my pumping. Naturally, my upper body muscles were bulging with tension, writhing as I ravaged her entire body mercilessly—and apparently, that looked hot as hell to her.

"Eut, eut, like a b-beast! Haaang! Oppa, harder... harder! Ahng, ahng!"

The position had me caught up in the heat too, pounding her more roughly, which only seemed to turn her on more. Her arousal dripped steadily onto the floor as she cried out in ecstasy.

"So this is how you look down at me in this position. Kinda thrilling, huh?"

The final position she requested was "Gender Change." Missionary, but reversed—I lay there getting penetrated while she did the thrusting.

I lay on the floor and lifted my knees. Soyoung spread my legs and straddled my hips, sinking down onto me. She'd always just taken my thrusts before, so riding me actively like this brought a fresh expression to her face.

—Squish squish, slap slap, smack thwack

"Haaang... haat! It feels like you're devouring me, oppa... hngh! So good. Ahng, ahng!"

As if a dominant urge had awakened, she pinned my legs down roughly and ramped up her pistoning speed. The stimulation was intense—more than I'd expected—and my pent-up urge to cum surged to the limit.

"Kuh, Soyoung-ah. I can't... hold it anymore...."

"Ahng, ahng. Oppa, oppa~ Just a bit more... haaaang!"

—Spurt, spuuurt, splurt, splurt

Having conquered all five of the so-called Top 5 positions, Soyoung collapsed onto me with a satisfied look.

Na Jisung's deepfake video was so convincing it almost fooled even me.

It was a short three-minute clip, but the voice tone and inflection were spot-on—a perfect likeness of Song Jinho checking in.

"This is manipulated? You didn't wake up Jinho to film it?"

Judging by Do Mingyu's reaction, the three of them could definitely be fooled. Cha Hwayoung in particular had been worried since she'd seen plenty of fake videos before, but Jisung's work was leagues beyond any deepfake I'd known.

"Assuming the three buy it, what about the company?"

"I'll head in next week. Even if President Hong's a figurehead, disappearing for over a month without a peep would raise eyebrows. Gotta gauge Park Hyungpil's reaction too."

There ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were a few assholes to deal with before leaving the company anyway.

"About the aphrodisiac effect—can I use it on women unrelated to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the contract?"

I didn't need rewards. It amplified sensitivity dozens of times over, making them addicted to my cock. In heat, they were mine to command.

"So, filling an target's sex gauge and feeding her my cum turns her into a slave, even if she had no feelings for me before?"

The conditions were strict, but a slave was worth it. Especially turning one of Park Hyungpil's women to my side—useful even after leaving the company.

I deliberately parked in the company lot after rush hour and took the elevator. Two female employees got on at the first floor, spotted my face, and whispered behind me.

Isn't he an actor? So handsome. That suit fits like a dream.

New face? A rookie maybe?

Ha, President Hong. How the hell did you run this place if your own staff doesn't even recognize you?

To enter the president's office, I had to pass the secretary's desk. She was so engrossed in her smartphone, giggling away, she didn't even notice me. What an amazing company vibe.

"Kyaaak! P-President!"

"Keep doing what you were. Looks fun."

I ignored her fluster and opened the door. Dust blanketed the desk and chair in a hazy layer. The potted plant by the window was a withered husk beyond recognition, and crumpled piles of documents littered the floor from whoever had come and gone.

"I'm heading to the bathroom. Just wipe down the desk and sofa."

"Y-yes, sir! President! One moment."

Her name was Shin Jeong, right? Park Hyungpil's recommended hire—she seemed like his lackey, but it was just suspicion till now. Time to hear the truth straight from her today.

"Shin Jeong-ssi, let's talk for a sec."

"Yes, President."

She sat before me with an uneasy expression. She'd probably reported to Park Hyungpil while I was in the bathroom, so I needed to wrap this up fast.

"Not much changed in a month."

"……"

"Is it just my office that's a wasteland?"

"S-sorry, President! We cleaned hard until last week, but...."

"Not scolding you. I'm not even working here anyway—what's a little dust?"

"Then...."

"You look extra pretty today, Shin Jeong-ssi. That's why I called you in with a favor to ask."

"A favor...?"

I knew she fooled around with a few of Park Hyungpil's guys. Rumors said she sucked off Manager Huh from Admin Support for pocket money. For a girl like this, I had the perfect remedy.

"Know what this is?"

Her eyes widened at the bag I pulled out. A Chanel Classic line, famous for bridal sets—over 15 million won. Tough for Manager Huh's allowance to cover.

"Been a month without seeing a woman, and now even passing female staff gets me rock hard. Especially facing you like this—it's torture. You get what I mean? This is a little token from me, so take it. In return, help calm me down."

She nodded without hesitation as I offered the bag. She stood, locked the door, came over, and deftly unzipped my pants with practiced skill. Visualizing the aphrodisiac effect in my mind sent a chill like iced water rushing through my body.

—Slurp, sloooorp... smack... —Sluuuurp, sluuuurp... chomp, sliiiip... suck

Her tongue work was no joke. She'd lick the shaft monotonously, then rhythmically tease the urethral opening, tickle the glans lightly while sucking and releasing—clearly not her first rodeo.

"Haa... haaang, President's cock tastes so good...."

—Lick lick, tszup

Today's goal wasn't enjoyment, so I didn't hold back when the urge built. Now, eat up and spill the truth.

"Kugh, c-cumming...!"

—Spurt, spluuurt spluuuurt

Not knowing how much it'd take to trigger heat, I squeezed out every drop. Shin Jeong's eyes glazed over in bliss as she swallowed it all. As I caught my breath after emptying, a red aura flickered around her.

"Haaang, President. You can get it up again, right?"

She hiked up her tight skirt, peeling down her stockings and panties halfway. Her bra peeking from the white blouse, the disheveled Y-shaped skirt, high heels dangling from her toes—it was maximally provocative. No wonder Park Hyungpil's punk fucked her in the office.

Shin Jeong's pussy was drenched, arousal dripping to the floor—no foreplay needed.

"Hngh... P-President. I can't hold back anymore."

She sat on the sofa and spread her legs as wide as possible, panting hot breaths and whining for me to put it in. The red glow had deepened—she was fully in heat.

I teased her entrance with my glans, circling the rim. Her half-lidded eyes imagined the cock plunging in, but as I lingered at the door, she let out a petulant whine.

"Haaang, President, why keep teasing? Hngh, hurry... put it in."

"Hmm, Shin Jeong-ssi. You want my cock? How bad?"

"Ahung~ President, I really can't take it, haaang...! I want it so bad I'm dying—p-please, shove it in quick!"

"Then... from now on, answer my questions truthfully?"

Time to enter the chamber of truth.