Under the Desk
The world has never once turned the way I wanted it to.
That was something I'd come to understand over the course of my life — a fact that was, in its own way, completely obvious.
The tastes and works I loved were never going to sit entirely right with the general public. The beliefs and principles I'd agonized over and hammered into shape were the kind of things most people ignored without a second thought. Sometimes a person has to do things they don't want to do. And more often than not, the stuff I found disgusting and couldn't stand looking at was exactly what everyone else loved.
Just like right now.
"Fuck."
I spat the curse at the mountain of comments piled up on my screen. This had been around three in the afternoon. I'd woken up, eaten a light meal, knocked out a few easy chores, then sat down at the computer — only to find the comment section in complete chaos.
Every last one of them was a positive reaction.
Yeah. That was the problem.
Why the hell was the reception so good? I had clearly wanted this thing torn apart. So why were they celebrating the exact thing that made my stomach turn?
It felt like the whole situation had been flipped on its head. I'd wanted a gukbap restaurant — a proper, hearty rice-soup place — and I'd poured my heart and soul into the gukbap. But the side dish I'd thrown together out of necessity, the hamburger steak, was selling even better. People were going wild for a hamburger steak I couldn't even make properly.
I had no idea how to process that faintly sour feeling. It left me pretty unsettled.
And the third chapter of Geumtaeyang is actually getting roasted.
Not that it was nothing but hate. The comments were still mostly about how horny it made them, how they wanted Geumtaeyang to wreck them. But underneath that ran a current of Geumtaeyang is annoying and he's way too full of himself.
Opinions were splitting, to some degree. That was inevitable. People's tastes were all over the place.
But this commissioned piece? Amazingly, there was barely any split at all. Even the hardcore masochists were giving it decent reviews.
Just like that. Not wildly enthusiastic, but clearly into it. A flicker of indignation passed through me.
Hey... you two aren't supposed to like this.
You two are the fucking masochist top two. The ones who always gushed about how insanely hot the latest Geumtaeyang chapter was. Especially Good-for-nothing Me — Lee Eun-byul, that girl had even shown me her own kinks. I couldn't understand why even those two were handing out praise like this.
So I asked the person sitting right under my desk. Conveniently enough, someone I could put the question to was already down there.
"A-rin, does this even make sense to you?"
Slurp—smack—
A filthy sound reached my ear. The sound of saliva sliding down, getting swallowed, then getting smeared back on — that kind of obscene noise. Each time it rang out, once, twice, a dizzying rush of pleasure seized my cock.
When I looked down under the desk, I could see Seong A-rin diligently sucking me off. She stopped at my question and tilted her head.
"...What?"
It was a pretty hot day, and she'd been crammed into that tight space for a while, so beads of sweat dotted her naked body. A strand of hair clung to her cheek like a thread. Her sweat-slicked breasts caught the light and gleamed faintly. Exactly as it looked — she was under my desk, servicing my cock.
Oh...
Looking at that, a faint sadism and a rush of arousal hit me at the same time. I'd heard that stuffing a girl under your desk was one of those classic guy fantasies, and I was starting to see why. There was a transgressive thrill you could taste in the middle of an ordinary afternoon. When it felt this good, there was no reason not to do it.
So how did we end up here?
That required a fair bit of explanation.
First, I'd invited her over to my place. The runaway global warming was baking the earth hotter by the day, and I had zero desire to wander around outside under that blazing sun. A week had already passed since we'd had sex, so I figured I'd work off the built-up lust and hang out at home at the same time, and called her over.
Going out to have fun costs money. Even though I'd earned three hundred thousand won, I was still broke as hell, and heading outside was a burden. Fortunately, she didn't refuse. The words "Want to come over?" had thrown her for a second, but she'd accepted on the spot.
I liked that attitude a lot. I took it as a blessing and, the moment she arrived, stuffed her under the desk.
Don't get the wrong idea. I didn't force anything this time. Honestly, I'd thought about just having sex on the mattress right away... but then I realized I hadn't checked the reactions to the artwork yet. Gauging public opinion was important, so I had to put the sticky stuff on hold.
That said, I couldn't just leave my painfully hard cock unattended... so I asked her, half as a joke.
"Want to suck my dick?"
Honestly, if she'd said no, I was ready to let it go. No matter how much she liked this kind of play, stuffing her under a desk on a day this hot felt like too much. If she'd refused, I would have dropped it. Waiting that long would have been a shame, but I could have managed.
But!
She accepted!
On a day this hot, she chose to crawl under the desk herself. Just to keep my cock company. I couldn't not be happy. A sense of fullness seized my heart.
And so I'd been deliberately taking my time chewing through the comments, savoring every last one, keeping her under the desk for as long as possible. Of course. Our Seong A-rin had made this choice herself — I had to respect that. I hoped she'd tough it out under there as long as humanly possible.
Anyway, I asked her. Back to the point.
"I mean, the picture of Geumtaeyang all tied up is getting a ton of love. But the third chapter I just posted barely seems to be getting any attention."
"Hmm... I kind of get it, actually."
She said it while peeling the strand of hair off her cheek. I asked, curious.
"Really? Why?"
"Well... the manga protagonist is actually pretty full of himself, so I figured other people might find him annoying..."
"...Ah."
I'd just copied Geumtaeyang's personality from the previous world as-is. Apparently that nasty streak really had been irritating. In other words, I'd been force-feeding them a dry sweet potato — all the frustration, none of the payoff.
"So this picture of him getting put in his place resolved those feelings?"
"Probably?"
She nodded timidly when I asked. I could roughly understand. I'd handed the consumers their ice-cold soda — instant catharsis. The necessary evil that was Geumtaeyang, getting violated in turn by someone righteous. I'd provided the release they could feel from that.
I smacked my forehead.
This is bad...
I had absolutely zero intention of providing that kind of catharsis. Sure, popularity was a good thing. It could bring in new readers. The default Geumtaeyang plus the put-in-his-place Geumtaeyang combined might hit a whole new consumer demographic.
But in that case, there was a high chance of "responsibility" cropping up. The responsibility to keep drawing pictures like this on a regular basis. They'd be expecting a Geumtaeyang who gets put in his place. Instead they'd just get a Geumtaeyang who does whatever the hell he wants, over and over. Of course they'd get pissed.
Those pissed-off customers would file complaints, and a swarm of consumers who agreed with them would set the comment section on fire. Eventually, beaten down by the falling public opinion, I'd draw another put-in-his-place picture... a vicious cycle, basically.
"Um... so when are you going to come? I'm starting to have a hard time..."
While I was contemplating that ominous future, Seong A-rin asked. She wasn't usually one to voice her opinions, so the space under the desk must have been pretty hot. That at least stopped my gloomy train of thought.
Yeah, I have kept her under there pretty long...
A sadistic impulse had welled up and I'd deliberately been holding back my orgasm. Reciting the national anthem in my head made delaying it pretty easy. I checked the time. It had already been nearly thirty minutes since I'd asked Seong A-rin for a blowjob.
Oh...
Thirty minutes, on a day this hot, in that cramped space. She couldn't even stretch her arms and legs properly, and there were a lot of power cables making it hard to move. Even I felt a little bad about that.
"Sorry. I think I'm about to."
I decided it was time to let the white stuff out. I was still unsettled about the account situation... but this took priority. I thought briefly about the complaint-filled comments of the future, then shoved them into a corner of my mind.
Fuck it, whatever.
If you ignore complaints long enough, they tend to die down. There wouldn't be any idiots who'd keep screaming into the void forever. From here on out, my account would be governed by communist rule. Following the example of Mother Russia, equality for all. Except some people would just happen to be a little more equal than others.
Ah, yes. Sometimes a man has to choose communism over capitalism.
"Mm... slurp—"
After I sat still for a moment, Seong A-rin started sucking my cock again. Sticky saliva soaked my lower half, and the wet sensation of her throat wrapped around my entire dick. Her soft, warm tongue moved this way and that inside her mouth.
Slurp—suck—
Obscene sounds echoed all around. It felt better than last time. She had a talent for learning things.
Her technique is getting more and more...
Her skill was improving by the day. I'd only had her give me a blowjob once last week, and already the variety of techniques had increased. It was genuinely impressive.
"Hey, I'm about to come!"
As the orgasm approached, I grabbed her hair and shoved my cock in deep. The slick sensation of her throat wrapped around my entire dick. The tip was pressing against the wall of her throat.
"Nngh...!"
A deflating sound escaped Seong A-rin's mouth from the sudden thrust. Her face scrunched up at the foreign sensation filling her mouth, but she quickly adapted and quietly accepted my hand. I started roughly moving her head up and down.
Once, twice. Each movement, the walls of her throat and her tongue scraped against my cock. I didn't hold back the orgasm crashing over me — I came straight into her mouth.
Spurt—! Fwoosh—!
Warm semen erupted from the tip of my urethra. A thick, copious load was pouring down her throat.
"Nngh—! Mmph—!"
A small moan echoed from below. I held that position for a few seconds, then pulled my cock out.
"Pwah—! Hah... hah...!"
At the same time, gasping breaths spilled from her mouth. Her breathing was pretty rough, like she was trying to reclaim all the air that had been blocked. But not a drop of semen spilled out. As if she'd learned the trick, she tilted her head up to keep it from dripping down.
"Hah... hah..."
Our eyes met naturally. A deep flush covered her face. Her half-lidded pupils came into view. Inside her open mouth, the semen I'd sprayed was swirling around. She stirred it this way and that with her tongue, then, as if making a big decision, her throat moved in a big swallow.
Gulp.
A thick swallowing sound, and her mouth closed for a moment. Even though her mouth was closed, I could easily imagine what was happening inside. The white fluid was sliding down her throat.
And then, a moment later.
"Hehe... I swallowed it all."
Seong A-rin said it like she was showing off, then opened her mouth to show me again. That huge load of semen had vanished somewhere — her mouth was completely clean.
Holy shit... fuck.
Looking at that, my cock was standing at attention again. It was an insanely hot sight. It felt like a short AV film had just been screened right in front of me. There was a succubus sitting right here — a genius at making dicks furious!
"Come out now."
I grabbed her hand and pulled her out from under the desk. Her knees were slightly red from kneeling for so long. Traces of her service. Even that looked somehow hot.
"Hwah... that feels good."
I pushed her down onto the mattress as she was savoring the cool air.
"Kyah—"
A small scream, and her voluptuous body crumpled downward. There was no real resistance. After folding her arms and legs under the desk for so long, she didn't seem to have much strength left. She looked up at me pitifully.
"Wait! I sweated a lot, can I go wash up first?"
"You already washed once when you got here. What more do you need?"
"But still... it feels sticky."
"What, you barely even sweated."
That was true. Her whole body had a sheen from the sweat, but not much had actually dripped off. The weather was hot, but it was still spring. The high-heat, high-humidity winds unique to summer were still a long way off. Instead, only dryness drifted through the air. Hot as it was, the air itself was dry, so that much would dry off nice and fluffy in no time.
"You worked so hard servicing me earlier. Time for your reward."
More than anything, I didn't want to break this atmosphere. My cock was demanding to be buried inside her right now. This was a dick that didn't get to play around much since the world changed — I had to take proper care of it at times like this.
"Nnh—"
I lay down on top of her, overlapping our bodies.