EX74 and a Cream Pie for Secretary Kim / Jang Eun-ha Tastes the Boss's Semen
"This is it?"
Lee Han-seok held the pink candy up to eye level, turning it against the light at several different angles as if inspecting a gemstone.
"Yes. I figured eating a candy would feel more natural than taking medicine before intimacy, so I formulated it in this shape," Jang Eun-ha said.
"Good idea. What's the expected pleasure level?"
"I set it at an intermediate stage for now. My projection is roughly twenty times the pleasure a man feels during ejaculation. One experience should be a sensation the user never forgets."
"Is there a risk of addiction symptoms?"
"It would be difficult to rule that out entirely. My hypothesis is that once a woman experiences that pleasure, her body will begin responding automatically to the owner of the semen."
"So you're saying that after a single exposure, foreplay or penetration alone would be enough to trigger the full response?"
"Precisely. Not the full twenty-fold intensity, of course. Exact figures will have to wait for clinical data."
"Hmm. This should do nicely."
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"This needs to be tested. Do you have a plan in mind?"
"I was planning to try it myself, as it happens."
Lee Han-seok popped the candy into his mouth right in front of Jang Eun-ha.
"Oh. I see. Then, if it isn't too impertinent — may I ask who the test subject will be? It's purely a security concern."
"Don't worry. She's someone I can trust."
"Understood. And if results come in, would you share them with me?"
"Of course."
"Thank you, sir."
"I have somewhere to be, so I'll head out."
"Sir?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you doing it today?"
"As long as it's within twenty-four hours, that's the window, right?"
"That's true, but I was wondering when I might hear the results."
"Mm. I can't say for certain either, but you'll know something within twenty-four hours."
"Yes, sir. Understood."
"Then I'll be off."
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"If at all possible, I'd recommend testing with multiple partners. There will likely be at least some individual variation."
"Okay."
"And... if it isn't too much trouble... could you perhaps bring me a... semen sample?"
Eun-ha handed him one of the small plastic containers used for urine tests at hospitals.
"Sure. I'll manage something."
"Thank you, sir."
Jang Eun-ha bowed at a perfect ninety degrees as Lee Han-seok walked out of the laboratory.
Late that night, in the penthouse, the floor lamp cast a soft, dim glow across the bed.
"Haahng. Haaahnng. Master, please cum for me soon. Pour all of your semen deep inside my pussy. Aaahng!"
Secretary Kim was straddling Han-seok, working her hips furiously — working overtime, in her own way.
"Sorry to make you put in overtime at the boss's place, Secretary Kim. The drug's only good for twenty-four hours and I needed to move fast, and Ah-jin's still at the office. Stay the night and sleep here."
"I don't mind. But shouldn't you be close by now? Haa... haa..."
"Yeah. Almost there. You seem awfully worked up yourself, Secretary Kim."
"The real work was only just starting, after all. I'm scared of what you took — and excited too. Haa. Haa."
Han-seok suspected it wasn't the pistoning of his cock alone that had Secretary Kim in such a state — the precum leaking from it had probably done most of the work already.
"Talk dirty to me so I can finish fast."
"Hnnngh. I'm not sleeping tonight. Use me all night long. Haah. Wreck me so badly I can't walk tomorrow. Tomorrow at the office too — whenever you want. Haahng. I don't care if Ah-jin hears us."
"You're in a better mood than usual, aren't you?"
"Yes. I love your cock so much, boss. Aaaahng! What do I do?"
Secretary Kim braced both hands against Han-seok's stomach and hammered her hips down again and again. Her breasts and buttocks swayed lushly with every motion.
"Ah. I think I'm about to cum."
"Cum for me, Master. I want your thick semen. Please give it to me."
"Ah—"
Her pussy clamped down around him far tighter than usual.
Into that pussy made exclusively for him, he erupted, pumping burst after burst of semen deep inside her.
The reaction came the instant he finished ejaculating.
Secretary Kim arched her back like a drawn bow, her whole body convulsing.
"Uuuurrrgghhh—!"
Han-seok held her tight. This, at least, was within expected parameters.
Her eyes had rolled back, and drool ran freely from the corner of her mouth.
"Uuuuungh—!"
A moment later she passed out, collapsing into his arms.
Her breathing and pulse were normal. Even unconscious, her hips trembled and twitched with aftershocks.
He laid her down gently, and when he drew out of her, a flood of semen welled up from her pussy and spilled out.
Han-seok collected a small amount in the container Eun-ha had given him that afternoon, wiped Secretary Kim's body clean, and tucked her into bed.
Buzzing with the thrill of a successful trial, he found sleep impossible.
The elevator doors closed on the first floor and the numbers climbed in silence.
Neither Secretary Kim nor Han-seok said a word.
She wore her black-rimmed glasses and her usual suit, her expression as composed and seamless as ever — the picture of an executive with no gaps in her professionalism. But the clothes were the same ones she'd worn yesterday.
"Secretary Kim."
"Yes, boss?"
"One shouldn't strip a sleeping person of their pajamas and suck their cock, should one."
"...No. I'm sorry."
Dding.
His phone chimed. Han-seok checked his messenger.
It was Jang Eun-ha.
"I'll stop by the 19th floor and give Jang Eun-ha my after-action report," Han-seok said. "Don't worry — I never told her the subject was you."
"Boss?"
"Hmm?"
"As I mentioned this morning, I'm so wet down there that normal activity is out of the question. You'll need to find a solution quickly. Otherwise..."
"I'll have Ah-jin go out for lunch, and I'll take care of you then. Just hold out until then."
"Thank you."
The elevator stopped at the 19th floor.
"I'll be right back. Make sure Ah-jin doesn't catch on."
"Yes, sir."
The doors closed, and Han-seok badged through into the 19th-floor research lab.
Jang Eun-ha, in her white lab coat, spotted him and sprang to her feet. She was wearing a thin blouse, and her chest was doing plenty of talking.
"Sir."
"Don't get worked up. Sit down for a minute."
"Yes. Yes. Sorry."
The two of them took their seats. Eun-ha already had a pen in hand and a notepad ready.
"Did you take it?"
"I did."
She balled both fists in excitement.
"How was it?"
"The drug performed exactly as designed. The subject convulsed with pleasure and passed out."
"Then you only managed one dose with one partner."
"Exactly."
Jang Eun-ha nodded, scribbling something down.
"Ah. Here."
Han-seok produced the plastic container with its small sample of semen from the inner pocket of his jacket.
"Oh — this is it?"
She snatched it out of his hand.
"This feels a bit embarrassing, I'll admit."
"There's no need. You did it purely for research."
"True. Thanks."
She drew off a portion of the semen with a pipette, loaded it into the analyzer, and started the run. Then she came back and began her interrogation.
"You didn't happen to record the intercourse on video, did you?"
"No."
"A pity. That would have been enormously helpful."
Han-seok fiddled with his ear.
"That one might be a hard ask."
"Then — was there any change in the woman before you ejaculated? Anything at all?"
"She seemed more aroused than usual. I suspect the precum was responsible."
"That tracks."
Jang Eun-ha answered while taking notes.
"So yesterday was a vaginal creampie? Or did you finish in her mouth, or on her body...?"
"Vaginal."
"Mm. And after ejaculating, you didn't go again?"
"She passed out, I told you."
"Right. And when she came to — how did she respond?"
"Something felt odd this morning, and when I opened my eyes she was diligently sucking me off."
"Did she seem to be enjoying the act itself? Or was she trying to get you hard so she could have you inside her again?"
"Given how well the drug took, probably the latter. The... region that received the semen reacted on its own. Ah — do you have more of the drug on hand?"
"Yes, plenty. I'll give you several."
Jang Eun-ha handed him a pill bottle holding about twenty EX74 candies.
"So you haven't tested it with oral intake yet, then."
"No. The mouth absorbs so quickly that the pleasure might be overwhelming."
"You must test it regardless. My expectation is that with continued exposure, the subject's body will gradually acclimate. Ah — I'll need more data..."
"We've had one success, so take it easy for a while. You work too much, Jang Eun-ha. When your own employer starts worrying, that's serious."
"I can't just leave all this equipment sitting idle. There's too much to do."
"You remember the drugs I told you I wanted to make, back when we were in the States?"
"Yes."
"Let's build those, one at a time. Short-term goal: refining EX74. Mid-term: the hair loss drug. Long-term: the elixir of eternal life."
"I want to start researching right now."
"Please, rest while you work. There isn't even a bed in here. I'll have one brought in — take naps. And do you eat lunch alone?"
"Yes."
"Come up and eat with us from now on. I've got two women working upstairs."
"Forgive the personal question, sir — are you married?"
"No."
"Forty-seven? Forty-eight? That's what I remember your age being."
"People who've had the BD treatments don't marry, or marry late. Isn't that the trend?"
"Yes. Then — again, forgive my bluntness — was one of your female employees the one you tested it on?"
"...Hm."
"You don't have to answer. Understood."
"Hey. Let's turn that up a bit, shall we?"
Han-seok nodded at the TV Eun-ha had left muted. The news was running.
"Bribery, hm."
"That's my father."
Eun-ha confessed it abruptly, fingers still on the remote.
"What? You're lying."
"I'm quite serious. We're estranged, though — he doesn't even know I've entered the country."
"Well, I'll be. So that's the history."
"I'd rather not look at it. May I turn it off?"
"Since you were honest with me, Jang Eun-ha, shall I share a secret of my own?"
"...Yes?"
"Min-jun and I were high school classmates."
"Really?"
"But don't go confirming that with your father. The moment he hears my name, he'll hate and fear it. I'm in a position where I could put pressure on his ambitions, after all — and your company."
"That will never happen. I'll see to it."
"I appreciate that."
"I know my father and several others — including Ahn Sung-chul of Cheonsung Group — committed school violence in the past. Is this related to that?"
"How on earth do you know about that?"
"I'm a very curious person. May I ask — were you one of the perpetrators, or one of the victims?"
"Your father and his little pack drove me out of school. I dropped out. I'd rather not dig those memories up."
"I'm sorry."
"Fate works in strange ways. There's no need for things to be awkward between us, though. If anything, trading secrets like this is refreshing, don't you think?"
The ever-expressionless Jang Eun-ha gave an awkward smile.
"I should head back up. Come at lunch — we'll eat together."
"Yes, sir."
"Can I take these?"
The plastic containers used for urine tests.
"Of course."
Lee Han-seok gathered several of them and left the laboratory.
Jang Eun-ha sat still for a while, staring at nothing. Then she shook her head and went to check on the analyzer holding the semen sample.
Result Value: ERROR
"Huh?"
Jang Eun-ha drew a fresh sample from the container Han-seok had brought and prepared to load it into the analyzer again — then stopped, mid-motion.
"So you haven't tested it with oral intake yet, then."
"No. The pleasure might be too intense."
She glanced around the empty laboratory.
Then she picked up the pipette and stared at it for a long, considering moment —
stuck out her tongue, and let a single drop of the semen fall onto its tip.