Somnophilia
"She's experienced, but it's her first time at a Korean company, so I gave her a rundown on things before the transfer. But why Grace...?"
"I'm planning to appoint her as my secretary soon. I saw in the HR docs that she started in the management support office. Seeing your face reminded me, so I asked."
"Your secretary? Grace is one of the department head's favorites though..."
Here it comes—the bite. Go on, ask away.
"I already talked to the department head. He said it was no big deal to him. I figured she was his office wife or something since they got around together."
"Oh, the department head said that?"
She was playing it cool, but her eyes had changed completely from before. Your lips are gonna split wide open, you fucker.
As soon as Manager Heo left the room, he turned off the camera he'd been secretly filming with from behind. The footage was crystal clear in both video and audio. This would make perfect raw material for compositing.
He sent the meeting spot via message. It was a bar with a layout perfect for watching from across the table, and a five-star hotel right next door for easy relocation.
The next day, he left work a bit early, parked near the bar, and waited for Manager Heo. Soon enough, the manager walked in with a face full of eager anticipation. After confirming Grace had gone in too, he handed Asmodeus the prepared bottle of liquor.
"I booked room 701 at that hotel. Put this bottle and glasses on the bedside table."
"Do it and I'll give you a new pleasure later. That atypical paraphilia you called a specialty."
Instant attitude flip—Udyr levels. For Asmodeus, pleasure always trumped words.
He spotted the table where they sat right away and took a seat at a good vantage point. He ordered the same premium liquor they had and sipped a glass while Asmodeus returned.
'Liquor laced with a sleeping agent. Sleeping pills don't mix with booze, but Mingyu hyung got me something safe to drink together.'
The source was some shady doc who hung with Madam Hyung. Nothing was impossible through that endgame powerhouse.
'Gotta knock out Manager Heo to pull off the next part.'
Right on cue, Manager Heo stood up—heading to the bathroom, it looked like. He pricked his finger with a pin, letting a drop of blood fall into his glass.
He picked up the glass, swapped it with Manager Heo's at Grace's table, winked at her, and returned to his seat to send a message.
Manager Heo returned, toasted with Grace, and downed his glass. Even if the department head said it was nothing, she'd been his woman once—he'd hold back. That's why he'd steeped it in the aphrodisiac from his blood.
Sure enough, he started crossing his legs. Heat rising in his body, no doubt.
He filmed them entering the hotel and waited in the car. About ten minutes later, he went up to 701 and knocked—no response.
"As. Open the door from inside."
The door opened, and inside, both were passed out by the bed. Works like a charm.
"Something I wanna try while she's asleep."
"Somnophilia."
Sex with a sleeping or unconscious partner. It had its own term—somnophilia—a form of paraphilia surprisingly common around you.
Even "morning sex," where lovers or spouses wake their partner with a fuck first thing, fell under this umbrella.
"I'm making a video of Manager Heo raping Grace. It'll look more depraved if he jumps her while she's out. Plus, I get to try what I want."
"And you get to feel somnophilia too—best of both worlds."
He laid Grace on the bed and adjusted the camera angle for optimal sex shots. After filming himself with her, he'd hand it to Jisung to swap in Manager Heo's face and voice. Jisung's skills from the last video were trustworthy.
"Kuh, you fucking bitch. Should've given it up sooner—did I have to go this far?"
"Haa... your cock's melting away. Grace, your pussy's a real premium piece."
"What now with that pig wife of yours? After tasting top-tier cunt like this, you won't even wanna look at her."
"Haaang, haaang, Grace! Cumming now, fuuuck!"
Rehearsing the vulgar lines he'd brainstormed yesterday, he stripped Grace's clothes. For a rape look, he left most on—exposing just her tits and lower half in a "natural" disheveled state.
Pairing this scene with villainous lines would piss off that person for sure. Good thing his acting chops came in handy.
He spread Grace's legs and slid fingers into her pussy, stimulating the walls.
Schlick... schluck schluck
"Hngh... hnn, huuung."
Even unconscious, lewd moans leaked out. Her body remembered his touch.
Licking her clit softly while fingering steadily, her pink pussy bloomed prettily, love juices flowing nonstop. Good to go for insertion.
Minding the camera made it hard to get hard at first. But seeing her sleeping face sparked a separate thrill—a twisted sense of defilement from preying on the defenseless.
Felt like Asmodeus was getting all the perks, but this cautious fuck had its charm. He went slower than usual, savoring thrusts and withdrawals.
Pumping till his arms went numb, the signal came. Mindful of the angle, he pulled out and jerked over her stomach. Shooting here would hit the screen hard.
'Kuh. Here it cu—cums...!'
Splurt, sploort sploort sploort
He captured the messy load defiling her belly. Filming for the camera was tougher than expected. How did porn stars do this daily?
"Shut up and quit reading my damn mind!"
Not wanting Grace to wake yet, he wiped the cum, redressed her, cleaned up any traces, and carried her out. In the mirror, he looked like a guy hauling his blacked-out girlfriend from drinks—no one would bat an eye.
He'd have to explain later, so he took her to his officetel. Laid her in bed, then connected the camera to his PC to check the footage.
Weird seeing himself at first, but the raw lines, on-site sounds like noise, and unpolished angles made it feel like amateur porn—drawing him in deep.
Deep enough he didn't notice someone approaching from behind.
"What... the hell did you film?"