Power & Sex, And... 10
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As soon as Chief Aide Kim left the room, the party leader's call came in. He first congratulated me on taking the helm of the electronic party committee, asking me to make sure party members used the party bulletin board well and turn it into a space that could aggregate their opinions. Then he hung up.
But I knew better than anyone that his words were nothing but lip service. He was well aware that no one would be more troubled than the party leader himself if the party bulletin board really took off.
Anyway, starting with the party leader's call, congratulations poured in from assemblymen chairing various committees and mid-level heavyweights with their own small factions. My phone didn't leave my hand for a while. Exhausted from taking calls, I finally handed it over to Chief Aide Kim and asked him to field them for me.
I stepped out to the office for a brief rest, only to find the walls plastered floor-to-ceiling with potted plants. Why did they send so many of these meaningless things with such enthusiasm? The deliveries kept coming, cluttering the office to the point where even the staff couldn't move freely, so I called on Chief Aide Kim for help.
"Isn't there some way to offload these pots, even at a bargain price?"
"Dispose of them?"
"Honestly, managing all these isn't easy, and if we just leave them, they'll all wither in days. That'd be a problem too."
"But these are from the assemblymen..."
"Just peel off the name tags and hang them on one wall. Keep only the few we really need here, and if you know a florist, sell the rest. Then donate the money to institutions in the district. That'd be far more useful."
In the end, we decided to sell them off. Even at just ten thousand won each, it'd add up to hundreds of thousands—enough to buy rice for the poorest families or grandparent-headed households in the area. A nice gesture. Of course, with Chief Aide Kim being the expert on election laws, I had no worries there.
After hearing me out, Chief Aide Kim flipped open the directory and started calling nearby florists. But with my phone ringing nonstop, he ended up delegating the florist hunt to a grade-7 secretary and busied himself answering my congratulatory calls instead.
With no choice, I returned to my room, sank into my chair, and closed my eyes. It was baffling how assemblymen could pour so much effort into something as pointless as this. A single text message would've sufficed.
A vibration buzzed from my inner pocket. It was Jeong-ah calling.
"Yeah, you in Seoul yet?"
"Nah, just passing Gwacheon."
"I'll come pick you up then. Call when you hit Seoul Station."
"I'll just cab it to the assembly members' office building."
"Man, don't you wanna advertise to the district committee folks that you're here?"
While killing time in my room with some web surfing, I headed to the station right when Jeong-ah was due to arrive. As I pulled up nearby, she called, telling me to come to the entrance. I flicked on my hazards and rolled up to the front.
Whether it was because she was coming to Seoul or her new role as a congressman's office secretary, Jeong-ah descended the stairs in a neat office-lady outfit, prim and proper—nothing like her usual self.
"Tough trip?"
"Pfft~ Sitting on a train the whole way? What's tough about that?"
"You hungry right now?"
"Nah."
I settled her in the passenger seat and pointed the car toward Paju. It was the only spot in the capital area where I could chat freely with her, away from prying eyes. Plus, since she was already up in Seoul, I wanted to show her that Provence Village.
Being daytime and her not one for fussy gourmet stuff, she didn't show much interest beyond a quick look around. We grabbed lunch at a nearby restaurant.
After eating, I drove to that hotel in Goyang City. I left her in the parking lot, grabbed the key from the front desk, texted her the room number, and took the elevator up first. She'd whined over the phone that she didn't want to, but I'd already paid—and promised not to force it if she really wasn't in the mood. That finally convinced her to come up.
"I told you, no more sex with you, oppa."
"I know, man."
"Then why drag me to an expensive hotel room just to talk?"
"Who knows? You might get swept up in the mood and strip yourself."
"Pfft~ I'm not some girl who falls for atmosphere that easy."
"Anyway, if you say no, I absolutely won't put it in. So just strip."
"Pfft~ What if you get all worked up then?"
"You can handle it with your mouth."
In the end, after that ridiculous back-and-forth, I got Jeong-ah's clothes off. She probably didn't buy it any more than I did. What woman would believe a guy could hold back with her fully naked? It was straight out of a '70s drama: "We'll just hold hands and sleep." "I trust you, oppa."
Men were no different. If he'd lured her to a hotel room, sex was the goal—and once she was there willingly, even court wouldn't call it rape.
Jeong-ah headed to the bathroom naked. I flipped on the TV and waited for her, eyes on the screen.
"Man, if you're stripping anyway, why come out with panties on?"
"I'm keeping my panties on. Who knows when you'd sneak it in."
"We had a deal. No insertion if you say no."
"Pfft~ You think I'm naive enough to buy that?"
"You don't trust oppa?"
"Nope. Can't trust you on this. I believe everything else, but not this."
In the end, Jeong-ah slipped under the covers in her panties. I rinsed off quick in the shower—morning fresh anyway—and headed to bed.
Lying beside her, I propped my arm as a pillow and turned her face to kiss her. Her lips were as sweet as ever, her tongue coiling around mine like a snake. Sweet moans of "Ah~ang~" escaped her, and she rolled onto her side, hugging my shoulders tight.
"Oppa~ I love you~ Even without giving it up, I'm still your girl, right?"
"Yeah, man. But if you don't give it up, you're just my little sis."
"Pfft~ Same difference."
My tongue trailed from her lips to her neck, then her earlobe. Her whole body was an erogenous zone—no need to hunt. My hands kneaded her perky peach-like breasts while my tongue lapped endlessly at her chest and nape.
Hot, wet slickness seeped onto my knee wedged between her thighs. Her moans poured from her mouth, and her lower mouth burned just as hot. I filled mine with her breast, feeling her rock-hard nipple. My hands squeezed her firm, springy ass.
Gripping her ass crack, kneading the flesh, heat surged to the back of my pinky—her deep juices flowing.
"Ah~ang~ Oppa~ Stop~"
"……."
"Oppa, I'm going crazy~ Stop~"
Her words begged me to stop, but her hips bucked, her chest arched for more. Brushing her petal with my pinky tip made her jolt.
"Ah~eek!"
Her valley was flooded, lava erupting from deep within. I pressed my palm flat like a blade along it; she clamped her thighs, squeezing my hand, then rocked her hips, grinding her entrance against it herself.
"Oppa~ I'm losing it. What do I do?"
Her moans sounded like sobs. In her head, lust battled restraint. I pressed firmer, then rotated my palm to cover her fully and slid my middle finger inside.
"Ah~eek! Oppa~ We said no putting it in……. Ah~eek!"
She cut off mid-sentence from the stimulation. I eased my finger to her depths. Heat pulsed at the tip. Nearly at her core's lava source. Careful not to hurt her, I tapped the wall lightly.
"Ah~ack! Oppa! What about me~"
She climaxed instantly. Head pressed to the bed, back arched like a bow, waist up. Deep in her valley, hot lava gushed "spurt-spurt," soaking my finger as her walls clenched and released rhythmically.
"Oppa. You're the worst."
"Why?"
"We said no putting it in."
"Man, I said no it. Did I promise no fingers?"
"Pfft~ Tomato, to-mah-to. But you're such a player, right?"
"Player outta nowhere."
"How do you drive a girl insane with just fingers."
"Anyway, felt good?"
"Yeah. Like your thing was really inside me."
Finishing, she wrapped her legs around my waist and crashed her lips into mine. "Oppa~ I love you~" over and over. My meat stick, pressed to her crotch, throbbed impatiently, poking her entrance—but not wanting to lose the heat, she parted her thighs bit by bit, letting it slide toward her valley.