Perfectly Tamed Assistant Manager
The next morning, my heart pounded with a delicious, electric thrill the entire commute to work.
I had deliberately walked out of the conference room yesterday and left Assistant Manager Han Jieun burning and unfinished. The thought of what kind of eyes she would turn on me today was driving me half out of my mind with anticipation.
She must have been so frustrated she couldn't sleep a wink all night.
Even after I reached the office and set my bag down at my desk, Jieun's seat was still empty. Confirming she hadn't arrived yet only made a quiet, victorious smile tug at the corners of my mouth. I felt like a hunter who had already set the trap.
That was the exact moment a voice, cold and thick with barely contained rage, cracked against my ears from behind.
"Seo Minwoo."
I flinched and turned. There she stood, eyes blazing ice-blue as she glared straight through me.
"What the hell was that yesterday? Just walking out like that? I wasn't even finished talking!"
She tore into me without mercy, every word laced with indignation and fury. It was the same haughty, high-handed Assistant Manager act she always put on in public.
But while I let her razor-edged rant wash over me, my gaze locked hard onto her upper body.
…Huh?
Her outfit made me question my eyes. She was wearing a thin, tight white blouse that clung so shamelessly to her chest it was borderline indecent—the kind of thing she would never, ever wear to the office. The swollen, straining presence of those two full hills forced every eye to drown in them.
Seo Minwoo… you dare leave me a wrecked mess like that and just walk away…?
Look properly. I'll make sure you can't ignore me…!
Even as she spat venom with those murderous eyes, the second my gaze sank into her cleavage her fierce pupils softened with a subtle, involuntary melt. She swept a quick look around the office, then leaned in toward my desk so no one else could see and tugged the neckline of her blouse slowly, deliberately downward with her fingers.
From the precise angle only my eyes could reach, she bared that breathtaking expanse of pale skin completely.
"…! Assistant Manager, are you insane? What if someone sees?"
I hissed under my breath, glancing sharply left and right. Jieun let out a soft, mocking laugh, then pressed her lips right against my ear as if ridiculing my caution.
"What's wrong? Scared like a little kid?"
"Stop joking around. If anyone looks—"
"Idiot. Did you really think I'd show this to anyone but you, Minwoo?"
Hot breath tickled my ear.
"There's no one else… I only showed you."
On the surface she was still playing the arrogant Assistant Manager, yet underneath she was restless and desperate for my eyes alone. That filthy contradiction made my ear burn with a sharp, electric thrill.
Instead of answering I simply wore a deep, knowing smile and dragged my gaze even more blatantly down the valley of her chest once more.
Right on cue the office door opened and coworkers began filtering in one by one.
"Good morning, Assistant Manager."
"Morning, Minwoo."
They offered light greetings and settled into their seats. At the sound of approaching footsteps Jieun hastily tugged her neckline back into place and stepped away from me. The eyes that had been melting as if ready to devour me only moments before flipped instantly into the cold stare of a superior.
"…Seo Minwoo, get that report I mentioned earlier uploaded on time."
She brushed past me with a deliberately stern tone, but her clenched fist was trembling finely.
…I'm losing it, Han Jieun. Why the hell am I doing this?
She kept her face carefully blank, yet her lower stomach was already throbbing past the point of mere heat—tight, aching, swollen. That single impulsive flash of skin she had given Minwoo had torn through her head without mercy.
Why does my body get this heated every time I bare myself in front of him…?
The reaction defied every scrap of common sense. Jieun swallowed hard and unconsciously clenched her fist tighter.
It's not enough… Not just a glimpse of cleavage… I want to show Minwoo every deeper, more secret place I have.
She glanced back at me with a sticky, lingering look, cheeks flushed with residual hunger, then returned to her seat with her usual haughty stride as if nothing had happened.
Watching her back disappear beyond the partitions, I quietly lifted one corner of my mouth.
The woman who's normally sharp as a knife is so desperate for one look from me that she's risking getting caught.
Assistant Manager Han Jieun… do you even realize it yourself? You're already completely tangled up in me.
Savoring the aftertaste of her morning greeting, I leisurely powered on my monitor and began drafting the report, absolutely certain the reins were now fully in my hands.
Not long after, Jieun came walking back to my desk holding a file folder. That was when she started berating me at full volume the way she always did, loud enough to rattle the entire office.
"Have every last bit of this written up and on my desk by this afternoon, no excuses!"
"How do you even handle work to keep ending up like this every single time?"
The second surrounding eyes swung our way, Jieun dipped her head low toward my desk.
"…!"
A soft, secret breath that no one else could possibly hear brushed my ear. Her eyes, already lost and hazy with heat, had abandoned reason entirely. Completely possessed by the impulse thrashing inside her, she exhaled a rough, trembling breath and spilled the filthy secret.
"Because you just walked out on me yesterday… I was so out of it this morning I forgot to put on something important when I came to work."
"Guess what it is by this afternoon."
The shame of having posed such an obscene riddle herself made her pupils shake hard, yet a strange, pleasure-soaked smile still curved her lips.
"…!"
Her posture and volume were pure strict Assistant Manager, but the words leaving her mouth were obscenely filthy beyond imagination. The extreme gap between the two felt like it would melt my brain.
Something important…? A bra, maybe, or…
But… this is better than I expected.
Watching her provoke me of her own free will was pure spectacle. She must have read the unconcealable shock on my face, because she smiled with deep satisfaction and turned away with her usual arrogance.
Hellish hours crawled by until her summons finally dropped.
"Seo Minwoo. If the report's done, bring it to my desk."
I gathered the documents at a leisurely pace and walked over. Jieun sat with her legs crossed in pure hauteur and immediately began nitpicking every line of the report, scolding me mercilessly. It was clearly a petty revenge play for yesterday's conference room.
"Do it properly! Are you going to keep handling work like this every damn time?!"
Her thunderous dressing-down made the whole office ring; coworkers quietly lowered their heads.
"Ugh, the witch is at it again…"
"Dude, don't look. You'll catch a spark."
The low grumbling and the perfect wall of averted eyes arrived at exactly the right moment.
"Redo the entire thing by this afternoon! Understood?!"
While her mouth barked the words with vicious sharpness, Jieun casually switched the cross of her legs. The tight pencil skirt rode up in a single, precarious slide.
"…Hah."
I sucked in a sharp breath. In that instant I understood exactly what the "something important" she had mentioned really was.
Above the black band of her stockings, in the place where underwear should have been, there was nothing but bare, defenseless white skin.
She actually came to work without panties?
The fact that my normally ice-cold, exacting superior had gotten so restless under one look from me that she was walking around the office completely bare underneath lit every fuse inside me. The moment my gaze stabbed sharply into that white gap, Jieun's fingers clenched the approval stamp so hard it looked ready to shatter, trembling finely. Goosebumps rose visibly across that pale skin.
On the surface she glared at the stamp and kept ranting, but the breath that received my blatant stare was already breaking into short, ragged pants. I was the only one who knew about this perfect double life of hers.
All day long her provocations never stopped. Whenever we passed in the hallway she would casually lift the hem of her skirt just enough to flash pure white thigh; when we exchanged documents she would slowly, stickily rub the tips of her fingers against mine.
…She's actually going to drive me insane.
Her faint, lewd scent of skin pricked my nose. She was nothing but a bitch in heat desperate to make me lose my mind.
Fine. Keep going all the way. I won't go easy on you even if you end up crying and begging.
Watching Jieun keep wagging her tail without rest finally snapped the last thread of my self-control. Unable to hold back any longer, I opened the company messenger with trembling fingers and sent her a message.
After reading the message Jieun sneaked a glance at me. A moment later a reply arrived, pretending innocence even though she already knew.
Acting coy while her mouth was already curling up. I tapped the screen and cut it short.
Not long after the message went out I heard her chair scrape backward. Outwardly she pretended to gather documents with a blank face, but the summons from the man she had been thirsting for all day made her steps unconsciously urgent. Checking that no one was watching, I quietly rose and followed her.
The empty 4th Floor Supply Room was lit by nothing but dim, dusty light. Jieun, who had arrived first, glanced around.
"Minwoo…?"
That was when I, who had been waiting behind the door for the perfect moment, slammed it shut and locked it in one swift motion.
Click—!
The heavy lock sound echoed through the sealed space. The instant Jieun spun around in surprise, I seized the hem of her tight skirt and yanked it roughly all the way up to her waist.
"…!"
What I had only been allowed to glimpse teasingly above the stocking line in the office was finally fully exposed. Completely bare, smoothly waxed white flesh lay defenseless right before my eyes. Coming face-to-face with the secret place she had kept hidden all day made my urge to conquer roar to life without restraint.
"…Assistant Manager. What exactly were you thinking, coming to work like this?"
My voice had dropped low and heavy. Jieun's shoulders gave a fine, startled shiver.
Truly a filthy body that drives a man insane.
Sudden lower-body exposure flushed her face crimson with shame; she tried to turn her head away.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I was faster. My fingers shoved roughly through her soft hair and locked hard around the back of her skull. One hard shove and her back slammed into the wall with nowhere left to run.
"Mph…!"
I crushed my mouth over her parted lips without mercy. As if I meant to swallow every last breath, my tongue rampaged violently through every sweet corner of her mouth.
"Mph…! Min…woo… wait… j-just a—"
"This is your punishment for walking around completely bare down there without my permission. Take it quietly."
"…Ugh, I… what did I… mph!"
She tried to struggle, face red with injustice, but I simply swallowed her lips again as if her words weren't worth hearing. The thick, invading tongue tore through her mouth so roughly that her resistance didn't last long.
"Haa… nn, Minwoo…"
A thin moan escaped as her eyes slid shut. The hands that had been pushing me away in shame were now wrapped around the back of my neck, and her tightly closed lips hurriedly parted to cradle my tongue with careful, hungry care.
"Chup, mmph… hah…"
The cramped supply room filled with the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin and saliva mixing. Even while claiming she was being punished, Jieun pulled my neck even deeper and began clinging to me by pure instinct.
"Assistant Manager Han Jieun. Is this the attitude of someone being punished? Where did the haughty Assistant Manager from every day go?"
"Haa, haa… Minwoo…"
She looked up at me with heat-glazed eyes. Every word I used to stab her shame seemed to register as the highest possible reward instead.
…It feels like my insides are melting.
Being completely isolated in the supply room, dominated by Minwoo's rough strength alone, made her chest feel ready to burst. The lifelong facade of pride she had maintained was crumbling to dust under a single sentence from him.
Harder… do it harder… just wreck me completely, Minwoo…
Already soaked below, Jieun breathed roughly and rose onto her toes first, pulling my neck down as if begging for even crueler control. Unable to wait any longer she lifted herself, wrapped her arms around my neck, and crashed her lips against mine. The kiss was so forceful it felt like she might choke, yet she only swallowed my breath even deeper, drunk on the pleasure.
"Hmph, churp…!"
Her fingers clenched my hair hard enough to tear it out as she tangled her tongue even deeper. While she clung to my mouth, eyes blinded by pleasure, my hands moved. One pinned her slender wrist to the wall; the other unbuckled my belt and dragged the zipper down.
Haa… chup… my brain is melting.
Just hanging onto Minwoo is enough to make the space between my thighs a complete soaked mess…
Blinded by the stimulation flooding her mouth, Jieun didn't even register the heavy sound of a zipper opening between her legs. She was completely intoxicated by the sensation of being dominated by the man named Minwoo alone.
Clink, zip.
The instant the belt came free and the zipper opened I seized a fistful of her hair and yanked.
"Mmph…!"
The brutal force gave her no chance to resist; her head snapped downward. Before she could even process what was happening I drove my massive length straight into the depths of her mouth.
"Min…woo… w-wait… mmph… mmph…!"
Her pupils shook hard at the savage bulk suddenly filling her vision. Realizing too late, she desperately tried to pull her head back, but I simply caught her hair and locked her face forward.
"What's wrong? You were so bold about wagging your tail earlier."
"Uuph, ah, mmph…! Minwoo…"
I forced her jaw open with rough fingers when she tried to turn away.
"You don't get a right of refusal. You worked hard playing team leader today, so now take mine properly."
As I crushed her jaw open, tears of mixed shame and fear welled in the corners of her eyes. The more she resisted, the more mercilessly my strength tightened; her heart hammered wildly.
"Ghk! Cough…! Mmph, ugh…!"
The desperate struggle transmitted through my palm was crushed ruthlessly beneath my cock.
"Uuph, cough…! Nngh…!"
The bulk that ruthlessly choked the deepest part of her throat turned her pale face scarlet as if it would burst.
Even while the pain and humiliation of choking to death crashed over her, her lower belly honestly convulsed and dripped thick arousal onto the floor. The more roughly she was handled, the wetter she became first—an utterly lewd truth.
"Your mouth is choking and coughing, yet down below you're having a complete party, Assistant Manager Han Jieun."
At my cruel observation she burst into tears of pure shame. At the same time the strength went out of the fingers that had been frantically shoving at my thighs.
"Haa, mmph…!"
The hands that had tried to refuse now clung to the fabric of my pants as if it were a lifeline, pitiful and tight—begging me to thrust even deeper. With tears hanging from her reddened eyes, Jieun began voluntarily working her red tongue, sucking me up of her own will.
Churp, suck, churrup…
The wetter and filthier the friction sounds filled the sealed room, the hotter the urge to come surged up from the base of my spine. She must have felt my thighs harden and the veins stand out, because her pupils suddenly shook hard. Instinctively sensing the coming flood she tried to yank her head back in panic—but it was already too late.
"I told you not to run."
I locked both hands around her skull and held her fast, then unloaded a merciless torrent of hot come straight down her throat.
"Urgh…! Cough, nngh…! Hahk!"
Gush, gush, gush—!
The enormous volume forced its way through her throat so violently she couldn't even swallow; she could only choke and cough. When I finally pulled free, white liquid streamed endlessly from between the lips of the woman who was finally able to gasp for the breath she had been denied.
Smeared lipstick and thick ropes of semen mixed messily with saliva, staining the supply-room floor.
"Haa, haa… ugh…"
Jieun didn't even think to wipe the white fluid trailing down her lips; she simply knelt there, eyes vacant, breathing in ragged gulps. The true state of the once-haughty Assistant Manager—on her knees, trembling. Looking down at that sight, the cock that should have been softening after release began to swell again with insane force, veins standing out, so hard and vicious it made the orgasm of moments ago feel like a joke.
"Haa, ugh…"
The presence rising huge again right in front of her eyes made Jieun's pupils shake roughly. A gaze mixed with fear and strange anticipation locked blatantly onto my waist.
I lightly rubbed the rigid length, still dripping with her saliva and my come, against her come-smeared cheek and the edges of her lips, then roughly gripped her chin and lifted it.
"Assistant Manager Han Jieun."
I tapped the swollen cock against her cheek with soft, heavy thumps and spoke in a low voice.
"Now that mouth cleaning is finished… get ready for the real punishment."