Jang Eun-ha's Blowjob Begins
It was a small six-story commercial building near the university district.
The real estate agent guided them through every floor of the property.
Secretary Kim pushed up her glasses and asked, "What about the basement?"
"Yes, there's one basement level. It's a billiard hall right now. Let's take a look."
The agent led the way downstairs. When they stepped into the basement, they found a billiard hall fitted out with the latest equipment.
Not a single customer in sight.
As the three of them walked in, a man who appeared to be in his fifties — presumably the owner — rose from behind the counter.
"What can I get for you?"
"Ah, we're not here to play. This is the gentleman interested in purchasing the building — he just wanted a quick look. That's all right, isn't it?"
"Yes. Yes, of course."
His face was a portrait of disappointment.
Han-seok already knew who he was.
He had come here precisely because he knew this bastard would be here.
Yoon Si-young.
The punk who used to hang around Ban Seok back when Ban Seok was training in martial arts.
"Lee Han-seok. Clench those fists tight, you little shit."
Back then, Han-seok had been forced to fight Yoon Si-young with both his arms pinned behind him by Ban Seok, helpless as a paper doll.
Of course, the Ban Seok-controlled Han-seok only tapped at Yoon Si-young lightly, while Yoon Si-young hit him at full power.
He was short and twitchy, which was why Ahn Sung-chul used him as a clown for entertainment — in truth, he hadn't been worth a single punch.
Han-seok gave the hall a cursory look, then turned to Yoon Si-young. "Getting many customers?"
"It's been rough lately. I'd appreciate your understanding."
Yoon Si-young bowed at the waist, and Han-seok turned his head away.
"You bought these tables new? Must have cost a fortune. Why not secondhand?"
"There just isn't any used equipment on the market these days. Haha."
This bastard Yoon Si-young had loved billiards back in his school days. And so, whether out of naivety or plain stupidity, he'd quit his job at a small trading company and sunk his severance pay into opening this hall.
"You must have spent quite a bit. So, you retired from a company, then?"
"Yes."
"Burned through the whole severance package, I'd guess?"
"It's difficult. Haha."
Yoon Si-young scratched his head.
Han-seok looked around the hall. "You know, this place really shouldn't be a billiard hall. Don't you agree, Secretary Kim?"
"Quite right. Hardly anyone plays billiards anymore."
The color drained from Yoon Si-young's face.
Han-seok nodded slowly. "Well, we've seen enough. You have some time, I assume? Let me think it over for a few more days."
The real estate agent scratched his head. "Of course, but sir... there are quite a few others eyeing this building."
"Understood. Go on ahead. We're going to play a round before we leave."
"Very well then."
The agent left.
Watching him go through the glass door, Han-seok spoke. "That moronic bastard. Secretary Kim, contact the building's owner directly and cut the agent out of the deal. We'll sign ourselves."
"Yes, sir."
"Three-cushion."
At Han-seok's gesture, Yoon Si-young answered, "Yes."
Han-seok and Secretary Kim headed for a three-cushion table with a clear view of the counter.
Secretary Kim glanced at the pool table in the corner. "I do know how to play that, at least."
Yoon Si-young brought over the three-cushion balls and asked, "What would you like to drink?"
"Whatever."
Han-seok said curtly.
'Why is this fucker talking down to me?' Yoon Si-young wanted to snap — but he couldn't afford to. If the new owner bought the building and raised the rent above what he was paying now, the one who'd suffer was himself.
"...Very well."
Watching him pour drinks at the counter, Han-seok settled into a chair.
Secretary Kim fiddled with the billiard balls. "Do you even know how to play three-cushion?"
"No."
"Then why...?"
Han-seok chuckled and pressed the red button on the table's billing console. A timer appeared and the meter began running.
Yoon Si-young came over, set down the drinks, and returned to the counter.
"Secretary Kim, give it a try."
"Sir? I told you, I don't know how."
"You said you know pool. Just hit the balls however you like."
"Yes, sir."
Bewildered, Secretary Kim bent over and struck the ball anyway.
"Nice ass, Secretary Kim."
"Sir."
She straightened her back.
"Keep playing."
"Playing."
Secretary Kim bent over again, this time with more of a sway in her hips.
When she shot from the position facing him, the gap of her blouse gaped open below her collar, flashing the valley between her breasts.
"Try stroking one out while imagining me railing you on top of this table."
"Don't. If I get any wetter than I already am, it'll be dangerous."
She murmured it under her breath, glancing nervously toward the counter.
"Oh? Already? Come here."
Secretary Kim set down the cue and came to him.
Han-seok delivered a sharp slap to her ass.
"Ahk!"
Yoon Si-young, working at his computer behind the far counter, glanced over — then quickly looked away.
"Sir. If you keep this up, I really, really will be in danger."
"Sorry, sorry. I know. Sit next to me."
She came around and sat beside him.
The meter on the billing console kept climbing, but the two of them didn't touch a single ball — they just chatted.
An hour slipped by like that.
Han-seok stood up. "Let's go."
They walked to the counter. "How much?"
Yoon Si-young got to his feet. "No charge. Please, just go on ahead."
Han-seok scratched his jaw. "No. I asked how much."
"It comes to 12,000 won, but it's fine. You barely played at all. Really. It's fine."
"Is that so? You played well~ Secretary Kim, I like this building. I'm buying it."
"Suit yourself."
"Thank you for your patronage."
Yoon Si-young bowed at the waist.
Secretary Kim went out first.
Han-seok was about to follow when he stopped and looked at Yoon Si-young. "By the way."
"...Yes?"
Yoon Si-young rose from behind the counter.
"You wouldn't happen to be Yoon Si-young, would you?"
The billiard hall owner stared at Han-seok for a long moment — and then his pupils dilated.
"L-Lee Han-seok."
His face suddenly became that of a man watching the sky collapse on top of him.
Han-seok swept his gaze across the empty hall. "Tsk. We were here a whole hour — how is it you didn't get a single customer?"
"..."
"This place should be a bar, not a billiard hall. Right? Sigh. What am I going to do with these — they wouldn't sell even as secondhand scrap."
Shaking his head, Han-seok walked out.
Yoon Si-young stared blankly at the glass door long after it swung shut — then collapsed into his chair.
A week had passed.
Jang Eun-ha pulled the plastic container Han-seok had left behind out of the reagent refrigerator.
"Ah. It's empty."
Not a drop of semen remained to squeeze out with the pipette.
Taking a single drop after every meal had become the small pleasure that sustained her days.
Jang Eun-ha poured water into the cup that had held the semen, swirled it around, and drank the rinse.
She opened her mouth in a long, ragged exhale and stared up at the ceiling, gasping.
"Haah. Haah. Haah."
Pleasure radiated from between her legs straight into her brain.
But the high didn't last as long as it had at first, and perhaps because it had been diluted in water, today it felt exceptionally weak.
There was only one answer left.
She needed semen.
The Director's semen.
She gargled, did her makeup, and pulled her perpetually messy hair back into a ponytail that bared her forehead.
Shedding her usual plaid shirt and jeans, she slipped into the outfit she'd brought along: a skirt, black stockings, and a sheer top that offered glimpses of the lingerie beneath.
Draping her white lab coat over it all, Jang Eun-ha studied herself in the mirror.
Even by her own assessment, she was beautiful.
She grabbed her keycard and left the lab.
Kang A-jin had settled into the company so smoothly by now that she could absorb forty percent of Secretary Kim's workload without a hitch.
And with her days lighter, Secretary Kim was free to devote herself more thoroughly to Han-seok's "experiments."
"That's everything for today's report."
"Good work."
Secretary Kim caressed her glasses and asked, "Shall I take them off?"
"No — let's save it for this afternoon. Jang Eun-ha's presenting her research results this morning, so I need to hear that first and talk things over with her."
"Sir?"
"Mm?"
"Have you perhaps made her an 'offer' as well?"
Han-seok gave a dry chuckle. "Apparently she's a silver-spoon kid — already had BD200 as a child."
"Oh, is that so?"
Secretary Kim's expression brightened.
She knew nothing of Jang Eun-ha's defining variable — curiosity.
From where she stood, it was simply inconceivable that a woman with a face and body like that would want the Director's body for herself.
Knock knock.
"It's Jang Eun-ha."
Secretary Kim opened the door for her.
There stood Jang Eun-ha in the sheer top, skirt, and black stockings.
With the new makeup and hairstyle, she was beautiful enough to make even Secretary Kim's eyes go wide.
The two women regarded each other in silence for a moment.
Secretary Kim bowed her head first. "Good morning, Dr. Jang."
"Good morning, Secretary Kim."
Once Secretary Kim had withdrawn, Jang Eun-ha stepped into the office.
"Come in."
"Director."
Jang Eun-ha dragged a chair across from the sofa where Han-seok sat and took a seat, crossing her long legs with practiced elegance.
Han-seok let his eyes linger briefly on the glimpse of her black bra and black stockings.
"I've waited a week, you know."
"Mm?"
"What became of the proposal I made back then?"
"I haven't brought it up with A-jin yet. I wanted to give her more time to settle into the job."
"And me?"
Han-seok scratched his forehead, looking troubled. "Researcher Jang—"
"Just call me Eun-ha."
"Researcher Jang?"
"Eun-ha."
"Eun-ha-ssi."
"Eun-ha."
"Eun-ha."
"Yes."
"I honestly wonder whether you need to run this experiment with me at all. You're the core of this company's drug development."
"What's the problem, exactly?"
"Secretary Kim can't function unless I... penetrate her every day. If I don't, she has to sip a stored drop of my semen every hour. You know how difficult the antidote is to develop, don't you?"
"Director."
"Yes?"
"We already share secrets, don't we?"
She seemed to be referring to Jang Min-jun.
"We do."
"Then one more secret couldn't hurt."
"..."
"That semen sample you brought in the very first time. I drank a few drops of it."
Han-seok shot to his feet. "What?"
There it is. She drank it.
If Eun-ha's curiosity hadn't driven her to swallow it, he had other plans ready to deploy — but even he hadn't expected the first plan to slide into place this smoothly.
"I wanted to know exactly how intense the pleasure would be."
"Unbelievable. Unbelievable. Eun-ha."
Han-seok dragged a hand down his face.
Even by his own standards, it was a masterful performance.
Eun-ha tilted her head at him. "By any chance — has it been more than twenty-four hours since you last took EX74?"
"I was planning to take it this afternoon. Secretary Kim needs servicing."
"Couldn't you take one right now?"
"Are you asking me to hand over my semen?"
"..."
"Hold on."
Han-seok paced as if deliberating, then stopped.
"There's a study we've never run, isn't there?"
"What kind of..."
"What happens when a subject fully conditioned by EX74 receives ordinary semen — ejaculated by the same partner without taking EX74?"
"We really don't have data on that. You've always taken EX74 with Secretary Kim, after all."
"Eun-ha, have you ever had... sexual experience?"
"None. Not yet."
"Either way, we can't take EX74 together right now."
"Why not?"
"Think about it. You have no experience — how exactly would you compare the pleasure of ordinary sex against the pleasure of sex on EX74?"
"Ah."
Jang Eun-ha's pride took a hit.
How had she not thought of that?
"Then you'd better take EX69."
"Just do it as-is."
"What?"
"Aren't you doing it now? If you take EX69 now and EX74 this afternoon, the interval's far too short. There have been cases of heart attacks from taking large doses of the EX69 family all at once. You need to be careful."
Jang Eun-ha's eyes flicked briefly toward Han-seok's crotch. She seemed to regard him as little more than an automatic semen-production machine.
"So we just do it like this?"
"If you accidentally finish inside me, taking EX74 afterward wouldn't be too late."
"That's true, but..."
"Also — if you can, finish in my mouth."
"..."
"We need to verify whether ordinary semen can produce EX74-like effects."
Jang Eun-ha rose from her chair and shrugged off her lab coat.
"Eun-ha, are you going to be all right, though? You have no experience. Rushing into this—"
"You already know how curious I am."
"I do."
"I've watched a lot of porn."
"..."
"Honestly — shall I just say it? I want this."
Han-seok shed his clothes piece by piece.
"So do I. A win-win."
Jang Eun-ha undressed as well.
Soon she wore nothing but her black bra, a darling pair of black panties, and black stockings that reached up her thighs.
"Gorgeous."
Han-seok pulled down his Drawz briefs last.
His cock, already stiffening, came into view.
Jang Eun-ha's eyes went wide.
"It's like a Western actor's."
Han-seok stepped up to her and kissed her.
Her tongue moved awkwardly, inexperienced.
His cock rose until it pressed against her stomach.
When their lips parted, Jang Eun-ha looked down at the male organ resting against her body with something like fascination.
"Can I touch it?"
Without a hint of hesitation, she wrapped her hand around Han-seok's cock.
"How is it?"
"Big... and hard... and hot."
"You said you've watched a lot of porn?"
"Yes..."
"Shall we start with your mouth, then?"
Jang Eun-ha was refreshingly direct.
She dropped to her knees in front of him at once, took his cock in hand, and began stroking.
"May I touch these balls too?"
"Mm."
While one hand worked his shaft, the other cautiously explored his balls.
The place where semen was made.
"Your kissing was clumsy, but you're good at this?"
"I usually skip the kissing scenes in porn."
Han-seok pointed a finger at the head of his cock. "That's pre-cum."
Clear fluid welled from the tip.
"I'll taste it."
Jang Eun-ha flicked her tongue over the glistening head where the pre-cum pooled.
"Well?"
The woman who always wore an analytical expression broke into a smile.
"It seems that once you've been exposed to EX74 semen even once, ordinary semen works on you too."
"You're feeling something?"
"Yes. About the pleasure of a single drop of semen."
"Another data point for the record."
"Yes, Director. May I start sucking now?"
"Go ahead. Suck it."
Jang Eun-ha's expression snapped back to scholarly seriousness. She examined his cock from every angle, then took it into her mouth.
And then — whether it felt the way she wanted or not — she glanced up at Han-seok with a faint smile before beginning to suck his cock with evident relish.