Her Senior Colleague's Turn
— Here's what I mean: the CEO has to have sex with me too. —
Pink folds of flesh.
Through them, clear fluid streamed down without pause, like a faucet that had gone broken.
On the bed, Secretary Kim was on all fours, diligently sucking on Han-seok's cock while her free hand busily rolled and pinched her own nipple.
Han-seok brushed her hair back from her face and asked, "You suck it like it's delicious. But your mouth doesn't really feel anything, does it?"
"No, siir."
"You've been dripping this whole time, you know."
"It's the drug, sir."
"Try using your throat. Suck it well, and I'll put it in your pussy."
"Aww..."
Secretary Kim, crouched like a dog, pushed the rock-hard erection into her own mouth.
"Gghk. Hurk."
"That's it. Good."
"Ghk."
She took him deep into her throat, eyes brimming with tears as she looked up at him.
"Move."
"Ghk. Ghk. Ghk."
"Yes. Just like that."
Saliva poured freely from the corners of her lips.
"Good girl."
Secretary Kim slowly drew the cock out of her throat and from her mouth. Thick, viscous saliva stretched in long white strands, connecting the tip to her tongue.
She stuck her tongue out and looked up at Han-seok like an obedient pet, panting.
"Hahh. Hahh."
"Turn around."
She hurriedly presented her hips to him. Fluid was running down her thighs to an almost pitiful degree.
Han-seok gripped her ass and drove himself into her in one stroke.
"Nngh!"
She arched her back toward the ceiling, the lean muscles of her slender waist standing out in sharp relief.
"S-Sirrr—"
"Mm?"
"I— hah. Hah. May I moan a little louder, just this once?"
"No. You're loud enough right now that the whole floor would hear you, Secretary Kim."
"Mmmmmmm."
She clamped one hand over her own mouth and held the moan in.
"So how is it? Feeling a little better now that it's inside you?"
Secretary Kim nodded her head furiously.
Han-seok began to thrust.
Mouth hanging open, she stared blankly into empty space as if seeing a vision, taking the pounding.
"If I keep it at this level, you should be able to hold out for a few hours."
A thick python slid free from between her legs. Secretary Kim twisted her head around and asked, "Are we stopping?"
"Oh, your speech came back. Looks like your head's clearing up a bit, Secretary Kim."
"No it isn't. I'm a crazy bitch addicted to your cock, sir. Please keep going."
"This much is enough. The Secretary Kim who could barely make it through the morning has demonstrably improved after even a short dose. We'll stop here for the morning. It's almost lunch—A-jin would get suspicious, and Jang Eun-ha's about to come up."
"Yes, sir..."
"Hold out a little longer. I'll take care of you again later."
"And then..."
"Yes. I'll give you my cum then."
"Thank you, sir."
The two climbed down from the bed and dressed. As Secretary Kim buttoned up her shirt, Han-seok asked, "Any regrets?"
"About what?"
"You wouldn't have known the drug did something like this."
"Considering you're giving me BD, it's a net gain for me, sir."
"Glad to hear it."
"I want my BD shots, obviously. And honestly, it feels good when you do it. Of course, I do have one little worry."
"What worry?"
"That my body's reached the point where it can't live without your... that thing, anymore. Ah—come to think of it, isn't there an antidote in development?"
Han-seok knew perfectly well that an antidote was impossible. The drug had been designed that way from the start.
"It's in development."
"Then what am I supposed to do after work? If I clock out after six, I have to make it all the way to the next morning."
"Don't worry. I've already worked out every option."
A dining table had been set up in the open space of the office. The room was so vast that with only Secretary Kim's and Kang A-jin's desks in it, it had always felt empty; now it felt a little fuller.
The delivery order was gukbap—Korean soup with rice. Secretary Kim and Kang A-jin sat on one side, Lee Han-seok and Jang Eun-ha across from them.
Han-seok asked, "Eun-ha, is gukbap all right with you?"
"Yes. I like it."
Jang Eun-ha stole a glance at the chest muscles showing through his shirt and swallowed.
"Feeling unwell anywhere?"
"No, sir."
"Don't push yourself. You're a critical asset to this company, Jang Eun-ha."
Kang A-jin grinned around her chopsticks. "What about me, Boss? Am I a critical asset too?"
"Uh. Yeah. Well. Sure..."
"Excuse me? What was that reaction?"
Han-seok abruptly lowered his head and busied himself with his soup. "Mm. Nice and refreshing. Eat up, everyone."
"Tch."
Secretary Kim pushed up her glasses and kept sneaking glances at Jang Eun-ha across the table.
Look at those tits. Does the boss hire people based on chest size?
With a face like that, she should go be an idol. Oh, right, she's brilliant—that's how she got into Harvard.
Her salary's over 300 million won too. No way someone like that spreads her legs for the boss just to get BD.
Right. She can go develop her drugs. The boss's cum is MINE. The cum... I need more cum.
Chopsticks clamped in her teeth, she glared at Jang Eun-ha.
Jang Eun-ha spoke up. "Secretary Kim, and your colleague here too—they're both stunning. Sir, do you happen to hire your staff based on looks?"
Kang A-jin giggled. "Not in my case, at least. Hehe."
"Your name?"
"Kang A-jin."
"A pleasure, Miss Kang A-jin. I'm Jang Eun-ha."
Lee Han-seok said, "Didn't you know? I hired Jang Eun-ha for her face too. Never even looked at her résumé."
Secretary Kim slipped in smoothly, "You're so beautiful. If you did your makeup up, you could pass for an idol. Well, you could already."
"Yes. I'm aware."
At Jang Eun-ha's response, Han-seok covered his mouth and laughed. "I had no idea you were so confident about your looks."
"I used to fake modesty, but pretending to be a sly fox now and then only invites awkward situations. So I've taken to just telling the truth."
"Must have had plenty of men sniffing around, then?"
"Yes."
Kang A-jin said enviously, "Must be nice. I want a boyfriend too, someday."
"Never had one?" Secretary Kim asked.
"Nope. Somehow every guy I ended up hanging around with at school turned out to be absolute trash."
"I've never dated either," Jang Eun-ha said.
Kang A-jin's eyes went wide with shock. Secretary Kim's face stiffened; she shot a nervous glance at Lee Han-seok and stammered, "Wh-why, why not?"
"Dunno. I just found them boring. As if they never sparked my curiosity."
Lee Han-seok laughed heartily. "Then Eun-ha needs to find a man who can satisfy her curiosity."
"Yes, siir."
Jang Eun-ha's sidelong glance flicked down to Han-seok's crotch.
Secretary Kim caught it, chewing methodically on the beef from her gukbap.
That. That. Shameless little minx.
Lunch ended and the table was cleared. While Lee Han-seok and Jang Eun-ha scribbled chemical reaction equations on paper and engaged in a discussion of obvious gravity—
Finished eating? Then get out.
Secretary Kim fired laser beams from her eyes at the back of Jang Eun-ha's head.
"Secretary Kim, could you grab drinks for us like usual—and one for Jang Eun-ha too? What do you want, Eun-ha?"
"An iced Americano is fine."
"Right. We'll be back."
Secretary Kim and Kang A-jin headed out to buy the drinks. The office fell quiet.
Out of the silence, Jang Eun-ha spoke. "So that's your secretary, then. The one with the horn-rimmed glasses."
"Perceptive as always."
"And your friend beside her—how old is she?"
"Twenty."
"A legal adult, then. Why haven't you experimented with her?"
"Not everyone I want to experiment with is available for it. She's just an accountant who doesn't even know what drugs we develop here."
Jang Eun-ha leaned back in her chair. "Sir. Ideally, you should be running experiments with as many subjects as possible."
"I know. I do."
"How did Secretary Kim come to participate?"
"I told you—I promised her BD."
"The 200?"
"The 40. One dose a year, five doses total."
"Well done. That limits her risk of running off with the goods and never paying up."
"Don't be so impatient. One thing at a time."
"Then promise BD to that young one as well. Two subjects means the data comes in twice as fast. And you're hardly short on money, are you?"
"It's not something I can just blurt out to her. She's barely been here any time at all. Though I suppose she'd swallow any excuse about clinical trials without blinking."
"So if it looks feasible, you are considering it."
"Even so, I want to be careful about committing a billion won. Money is money, however much I have—a billion is a billion."
Jang Eun-ha nodded. She pondered for a moment, then spoke.
"Then what if I could bring that price down to 500 million?"
"How?"
"Promise BD to that girl, like you did with Secretary Kim, and ask her to help with the experiments. Then—
I'll help you too."
"What?"
"I'll participate in the experiments without receiving BD. I don't need it—my parents gave me the 200 when I was a child. That way it's a billion won for two people—500 million each."
"What on earth are you—"
"Here's what I mean: the CEO has to have sex with Kang A-jin and with me as well. If you want to gather the data faster."
A huge van—the kind celebrities usually rode in—cruised down the road. Behind the driver's seat, the spacious cabin was lined with a mattress, and on that mattress the naked bodies of Han-seok and Secretary Kim lay tangled together.
"You filthy little thing. Not doing a stroke of work at the office, just whining for me to rail you."
"Ahhng. I'm sorry, sir. Ahhng."
Secretary Kim moaned with every thrust of Han-seok's hips in missionary position. Her sleek legs wrapped around his waist.
Han-seok slowly reduced the speed of his strokes and asked, "Secretary Kim—you only like it because it's work, right?"
The moaning Secretary Kim put on a pensive expression and answered, "Hmm. Fifty-fifty?"
"How does it differ from the sex we had before?"
"It felt good then too, but now it's like every time you thrust into me, an orgasm hits? Like in this moment, I'd rather just be your exclusive female, sir?"
"And yet you hold out remarkably well for someone who feels that way?"
"It's work, so I'm doing my best to keep my face straight and pretend I'm not."
"Ah. So really you want to wail like the bitch in heat you are right now?"
"Yes."
"Then wail."
Han-seok began driving his hips hard again.
"Aaaahhng!"
Secretary Kim arched her back and let out an animal cry. His balls slapped against her perineum with sharp, wet smacks.
"Legs down. Today you take it in your mouth."
"Yes, siir."
She unwound her legs from his waist. Han-seok pulled the cock buried deep inside her out and slapped the wet length against her mound like a club, over and over. Love juices trickled steadily from the hole that had, moments ago, been gripping that thick shaft.
"Ahhng. Sirrr—"
"Get up and suck."
Han-seok waved his upward-curving cock with one hand. Secretary Kim leaned forward and began servicing him with practiced skill.
While she worked, he fished a plastic container out of the pocket of his discarded clothes.
"Stop."
"Hahh."
Secretary Kim drew him out of her mouth.
"Ahh."
Waving his cock, Han-seok began ejaculating into the plastic container. When it was about half full, he slipped the tip past her lips. Secretary Kim wrapped her mouth around the cock still pumping out semen.
"Mmm."
The moment the taste of cum hit her tongue, her eyes rolled back for an instant.
"Drink it all."
The cock pulsed and jerked as it kept coming. Gulp. Gulp—the sounds were audible. And then—
"Aaaaahh."
Having drained every last drop, Secretary Kim threw her head back and wailed with her mouth open. In that instant, clear water burst from her pussy like a waterfall.
"Feels good?"
"Yeeees."
"Keep sucking."
"Mmm."
She sucked mindlessly, like a starving man finally given food—turning her head this way and that, as if determined to taste every hidden flavor the cock had to offer.
"That's enough."
"Mmm."
"Secretary Kim. Enough."
She kept sucking as though she hadn't heard a word.
"Keep that up and there'll be no cum left."
"Hahh."
Reluctantly, slowly, she let the cock slip from her mouth, licking the underside of the tip one final time with the very tip of her tongue.
"Feeling a bit relieved now?"
Focus returned to Secretary Kim's eyes. "Haah. Haah. Yes, sir. A little better."
From the driver's seat, the AI's notification voice sounded.
> Destination ETA: 7 minutes remaining.
Han-seok handed the warm container of semen and a dropper to Secretary Kim.
"Here. Take this home when you clock out. If you can't stand it at home, use the dropper—one single drop in your mouth at a time. Even one drop, taken orally, absorbs hard and the pleasure will hit you pretty strongly."
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
"Ration it out as long as you can. Think of it as a clinical trial. The more you bring back, the more I'll let you taste later."
"Yes, sir."
The two of them got dressed.
They were on their way to go shopping for a new building.
The building where that son of a bitch was squatting.