Preparation
"Haa... After you put it in, then... can I answer?"
"Save the good stuff for last. Be honest, and I'll slide it in quicker."
"What... what are you curious about?"
She looked desperate. Every time his glans rubbed against her outer lips, she twitched and let out a stream of lewd moans. If he asked now, she'd spill everything, no matter what.
"What did the department head tell you to report?"
"The CEO's schedule... commute times, who he meets... haang! Ask faster!"
Just as expected—a stool pigeon. She'd been spying on CEO Hong's every move at the company.
"You couldn't report directly, so who did you go through?"
"Grace unnie... Director Hwang, Assistant Manager Heo... haa, like this."
She'd fed info to them over the phone whenever they asked. They were the ones monitoring CEO Hong's movements from each department.
"Close with Grace?"
"Not... super close, but we hit clubs together sometimes, haang..."
An unexpected windfall. He needed to meet her when she was away from Park Hyungpil anyway, and now he knew her regular club. Much easier to approach.
"Hng, CEO... now, hngh, put it in, please..."
"One more. Did you report his meetings with internal staff too?"
"Yesss... especially calls or meetings with Executive Director Byeon—they said to report those for sure..."
That's where the leak came from. CEO Hong, who had zero interest in company affairs, meeting the head of the Management Support Office? It would've raised eyebrows. If they were plotting something, they should've been more discreet.
"Good girl. You answered honestly, so here's your reward."
He hooked her half-spread legs over his shoulders and thrust his cock deep into her pussy. Shin Jeong-i's drenched folds swallowed the rest greedily the moment his glans passed the entrance. Her looks were average, but her tightness rivaled any of his fuckbuddies.
"Haht...! Haaahk, it's b-big, so biiiig~ Ahk, too biiiig...!"
—Squelch squelch, slurp slurp, slap slap
The room, empty for over a month, filled with the secretary's heated cries and the sound of flesh colliding.
"You called for me, CEO?"
After the deed, he summoned Assistant Manager Heo from Management Support. The man glanced around the messy office, smirked faintly, then schooled his expression and awaited orders.
"It's been over a month since that meeting report. Must be busier without Executive Director Byeon—good work."
He looked surprised. No wonder; CEO Hong had never praised him before.
"Thank you. But... what brings this on today?"
"About that Planning Department embezzlement case—did Management Support compile the details?"
"Yes, we organized everything and submitted it to the prosecutors when we filed."
"Send it to me too."
"Pardon?"
"Why so shocked? I wasn't there then, so I need the report now, don't I?"
I know you deliberately left me out, asshole. Hand over the files now.
"Ah, well... it's already been approved by the department head, and so much time has passed—do you really need to review it?"
"Over 100 billion won of company money vanished, and you think time makes it unnecessary to report? Are you telling me, the CEO, to stay out of company business?"
"N-no, of course not. I'll compile it right away."
"No emails or groupware. Print it out and bring it up yourself."
"Print it? But the page count..."
"You'll print it yourself anyway, right? Email the files later— just excerpt the key points and bring them up."
Heo left with a shit-eating grimace.
Song Jinho dusted off the laptop on the desk and powered it on. The inbox was shockingly sparse for a month's absence. They really had just propped up an empty shell as CEO.
'Still using... benis?'
JH Ent used initials for emails, so CEO Hong's should've been [email protected]. But it was [email protected].
"Seongi" from Hong Seongi sounded like "sungki," close to "penis," so he'd tweaked it to "benis." He'd seen it in Hong's memories from his college days in the US—and they let him keep it at work. Did the staff figure it out?
Thirty minutes later, Heo returned with a stack of papers.
"Do it again."
"Pardon?"
"Three typos on the first page. 'Embeeleement'?"
He stepped out, made a call, and came back with a revised page.
"Still wrong."
"Pardon?"
"Page 3, middle table—the last header isn't bolded. Don't you review these?"
"...I'll fix it and bring it back."
After three more rejections, Park Hyungpil burst in with a scowl instead of Heo.
"Hiding for over a month, not showing your face—now you wanna play company?"
This bastard, who'd trailed after his hyung since childhood tormenting Hong together, spoke banmal naturally despite being two years younger. His body flinched instinctively, but Song Jinho's composure returned. Why fear a punk like this?
"Gotta do the CEO gig now, for all the effort you put into seating me here. With 100 billion gone, you think I should stay clueless?"
"Nothing we can do till the embezzled funds are recovered. Don't flap around cluelessly—mind your own business."
"Talking like you can recover it. Haven't even caught the perp."
You killed him and siphoned the cash. How the hell you gonna recover it?
"Investigation's ongoing. Catching the guy and the money's their job."
"We'll see if they catch him. Might be dead already."
"What?"
"Say, someone silenced him and buried him..."
"You bastard! Watch your mouth. He was my employee!"
Whoa, this fucker. Put some spit in it before saying that. Your employee?
"Just saying it could happen. I gotta check backlog emails now—anything else?"
"I'm Heo's direct superior. If CEO approval's needed, I'll handle reports. Don't summon people anymore."
His warning exit confirmed Heo had plenty to hide. One more reason to crush him.
After Executive Director Byeon quit, Heo took Management Support; with him gone, Grace became Planning's power player; Director Hwang had blood on his hands for Hyungpil; plenty of minions below, but removing these three would make facing Hyungpil far easier.
'Can't hit Park Hyungpil directly yet...'
Even as fellow chaebol third-gen, the legitimate heir outranked the illegitimate Hong shell. His career in entertainment investments and agencies bolstered his status.
'Sitting as a figurehead CEO gets me nowhere—first goal's independence.'
Disrupt Hyungpil's lines before leaving. The guy hated getting hands dirty—trusted limbs got max authority. Heo, Grace, Hwang handled most; wreck them, and you'd topple a pillar of JH Ent.
Nothing sows discord like pitting people against each other. Especially man vs. woman.
"Ahng, ahng! C-CEO... harder, hng! Thrust harder!"
Shin Jeong-i's attitude flipped after tasting his cock. Desk always spotless, plants all new. He'd planned to fire her for slacking on Hyungpil's side, but this change? Bribe with cash and dick for info.
"Khk, when you hitting the club with Grace next?"
"Hng, hngh... F-Friday, club, euk, wait, huht, hnggh... deep, haht!"
—Slurp slurp, splat splat
"Ha, fuck... so damn tight. Tasty? You dying for it?"
"Haht, haaahk, C-CEO... love it, going crazy, ahk... harder, so hard!"
He roughly kneaded her jiggling tits, sucking nipples nonstop. She gripped his head, bucking wildly up and down. Moans grew louder; he sealed her lips, tongue lashing wildly. Her intensified hip grinds pushed him over the edge.
"Kkhk, gonna... cum..."
"Haht, haaaang...! Inside, hng, fill me up. Haaahk, hurry...!"
—Spurt, sploort, splurt splurt
Gotta replace the sofa soon—smell's brutal.
"As, about the next conquest..."