Filming It with Jang Eun-ha
"Ah, wait a second."
Jang Eun-ha, who had been savoring Lee Han-seok's cock for a long while, suddenly pulled back with a look of alert clarity.
His cock, drenched in her saliva, gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the window.
"What is it?" Han-seok asked.
Without a word, Eun-ha pulled her phone out of the robe she'd worn into the room.
"Could you film me with this?"
"Me filming you sucking my cock?"
"All of it. The penetration in a bit, too. And when you come."
"Why, is that some kind of fetish for you?"
"It might make useful data."
This woman is obsessed with science. Obsessed with research.
Or maybe it's the semen — maybe she's gone crazy over my cock.
Or if not yet, she will be soon anyway.
"Fine. Sure."
Han-seok began recording Eun-ha with the phone.
She gave the camera an awkward smile, then lowered her head back to his cock.
Min-jun. Jang Min-jun. This is the scene I'd love for you to see.
Gripping the thick shaft with both hands, Eun-ha slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and began working her head up and down without pause.
"Ah. That's good."
"Glad to hear it. I was worried I was the only one enjoying this."
"Should we move to the bed?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to need a tripod whenever I'm with you."
"I have one in my office. I'll bring it from now on."
"Why on earth do you have that?"
"...Well. I needed it to record the results every time I swallowed a single drop of your semen, Boss."
"I should give you a raise."
"Keeping me supplied with semen will do just fine."
Han-seok unclasped Eun-ha's bra.
Her breasts were slightly larger than Secretary Kim's, and a slightly different shape, but the same pink nipples stood proudly erect on top.
He cupped her breasts and toyed with the stiffened peaks, flicking at them with his tongue as if trying to tip them over.
"Haaah."
Eun-ha let out a hot, shuddering breath.
"Does it feel any different from when you're sucking my cock?"
"Apparently it's just an ordinary level of pleasure — possibly because I'm not under the influence of EX74."
"So it's nothing special?"
"It's good."
"Shall we lie down?"
"Let me undress. Could you keep filming, Director?"
"Of course."
Eun-ha slid her black panties down.
A hip line that drew a genuine gasp. As the panties slipped off, her glistening pink folds came into view, already wet and shining.
Whether she'd waxed or shaved, there wasn't a single hair.
Unlike Secretary Kim's, her pussy had the look of one kept tightly shut — though a few days of conditioning under Han-seok's cock would soon take care of that.
"Should I get on all fours?"
"Why?"
"Most men apparently prefer the doggy position for the sense of domination, and since this is my first time, I heard it also allows for deep penetration."
"Very logical. Lie down and spread your legs."
"Yes."
As Eun-ha lay back and spread her legs wide, like a plucked chicken ready for the platter, Han-seok settled between them and rubbed the head of his cock against her soaked entrance.
Every detail of it was being captured in crisp, high-resolution video on the phone.
"It's your first day, so going too long might hurt. Let's take it slow for a bit, then switch to your mouth."
"Okay."
"Tell me if it hurts."
"Yeeeeeesss!"
Before she'd even finished answering, Han-seok pushed his cock deep inside her in one smooth stroke.
Eun-ha's back arched like a drawn bow at the sudden intrusion, a ragged gasp tearing out of her.
"Nnnghhh—"
After a few brisk pumps, blood came away on his shaft.
"Did it hurt?"
"Haa. Haa. It startled me, that's all. I'm fine. Maybe because I've already swallowed your semen, my body doesn't seem to reject you at all, Director."
The phone recorded, unblinking, as Han-seok took Jang Eun-ha's virginity with his own cock.
"Could you hand me that towel by the headboard?"
Eun-ha passed him a neatly folded towel resting by the pillow.
"You even have one ready."
"Secretary Kim gets so wet that sometimes I lay one down first."
"I see."
Han-seok wiped the blood from his shaft and gently cleaned Eun-ha's pussy with the towel.
"There was a little blood. You're fine now."
"Thank you."
"Shall we continue?"
"Yes."
Holding the base of his cock, Han-seok playfully tapped it against the soft mound of her pussy. Then, using her flowing juices as lubricant, he rubbed himself against her entrance and pushed back inside.
"Haa. You're going in, Director."
Her channel clenched tight around his cock.
"Taking all of it today is a stretch. If I force it, you'll suffer tomorrow."
"How much is in?"
Eun-ha pushed herself up onto her elbows.
"Half, maybe?"
"Wow. You got half of it in, though."
"Ever the optimist."
Han-seok began moving his hips in slow, measured strokes.
Each thrust dragged the head of his cock along the slick walls of her pussy.
"You can't really tell how it feels yet, can you?"
Han-seok asked, filming her face.
Eun-ha's mouth had fallen open before she came back to herself.
"No — it feels good. Not the same as the pleasure EX74 semen gives me, but it feels... genuinely good. And you, Director? Honestly?"
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
"I just took the virginity of a daughter some bastard used to torment half to death in high school — the daughter he treasured and doted on. How do you think I feel?"
"So the narrative element does play a part. And the sensation itself — how is it?"
"Good. Very. Good enough that I don't want this to end today — I want to keep doing it."
"Then please enjoy yourself to your heart's content. I'm enjoying it too."
"I intend to."
On the phone screen, the thick shaft worked back and forth busily, taming Jang Eun-ha's pussy stroke by stroke.
"I may have engineered the drug's pleasure a little too high. Even without it, this feels this good already."
"You could still change your mind, you know. Once you receive semen made with EX74, there's no going back. Not ever."
"Secretary Kim said that after a vaginal creampie, she can now reach orgasm from penetration alone."
"Right. And she gets aroused just from looking at me now. So even when she's swamped with work, she asks me to slip inside her whenever she can spare a moment, just to keep herself going."
"..."
"Curiosity acting up again?"
"Perhaps."
"Hmm. A little more and you'd actually come, wouldn't you?"
"Shall we switch to my mouth now, then?"
Han-seok withdrew slowly.
The hole that had been forced open around something so thick contracted, spilling out a trickle of her juices.
"One moment, Director."
Eun-ha slipped off the bed and pulled a plastic container out of her robe.
"When you come, please finish in this first."
"I didn't expect my first load of the day with you to go into a plastic cup, Eun-ha."
She gave an embarrassed smile.
"Would you get down and stand here? I'll suck you off from here."
"Why? Doesn't your knee hurt?"
Han-seok climbed off the bed and stood.
Kneeling before him, Eun-ha took hold of his cock, slick with her own juices, and dragged her tongue along the underside just below the head.
"Looking down at me like this adds to the sense of conquest, doesn't it? Honestly, I'm not the one at fault here — it's my father — but if you picture the enemy's daughter atoning for his sins as she services you, I thought it might feel even better."
"You must really hate Min-jun too, Eun-ha."
"You're not curious why?"
"You'll tell me when you feel like it."
According to Han-seok's informants, every single one of Jang Min-jun's many affairs had been discovered by Eun-ha herself.
"Thank you for your consideration."
Without answering, Han-seok began filming with the phone.
"Then let me experience ordinary semen with an EX74-conditioned mouth."
With that, Eun-ha began sucking his cock in earnest.
She sealed her lips around the head and sucked hard and fast, then bobbed the shaft while lavishing attention on his balls, then ran her tongue in a long, slow drag from the base all the way to the tip.
"Haven't you watched a bit too much porn?"
"Not all that much, actually."
"I'm close. Do it fast like before."
"Yes."
Eun-ha clamped her lips tight around the head and looked up at Han-seok.
Gripping his firm thighs, she began working her head in earnest.
Um. Um. Um.
That bastard Jang Min-jun's daughter is drooling all over my cock so she can receive my cum. It's driving me insane.
"I'm coming. Pull off."
"Pwah."
The moment Eun-ha released him from her mouth, Han-seok plunged the head straight into the plastic container.
Spurt. Spurt.
Four or five powerful jets of semen, and the container was about half full.
Eun-ha had waited beside him, and the moment it reached that mark she took his cock from him and slid it into her own mouth.
"Mmmmmm—"
His cock kept pulsing out the rest of his load against her tongue.
Swallowing his semen, she looked up at him — as if determined that he feel every ounce of his conquest.
Then her eyes glazed over and began rolling back, half-lost.
"Mm. Mm."
It was the sound of a gourmet marveling at a masterpiece dish.
Between audible gulps, she cradled and stroked his balls with her free hand.
As if intent on wringing out every last drop of semen they held, she worked her head with fervent devotion.
All of it was being captured on the phone.
"Eun-ha, I'm done. All of it. You're going again?"
"Just a little. Just a little more."
"So ordinary semen works on you too, huh?"
"Yes."
"You like it that much?"
"Yeees. You finished coming, so why are you still this hard?"
She lost herself in his cock, moaning around it shamelessly. She looked like someone who'd come to this office for this exact purpose and nothing else.
Han-seok, for his part, was tempted — sorely tempted — to throw her back onto the bed right then and there and fuck her all over again. So for the moment, he simply let her be.
Knock. Knock.
A knock at the door.
"Stop."
Han-seok took hold of Eun-ha's head and slid himself out of her mouth.
Robbed of her prize, she smacked her lips in open disappointment. Where she'd been sitting, a small puddle had formed without either of them noticing.
Han-seok approached the office door.
"What is it?"
"It's Secretary Kim. Lunch is coming up soon, so I wanted to ask what you'd like to eat. Dr. Jang as well."
Han-seok decided there was no point hiding this from Secretary Kim any longer.
She had already proposed adding Ah-jin to the experiments, which meant she would surely agree to adding Jang Eun-ha as well.
She had even asked earlier whether he'd made Eun-ha the 'offer' yet.
"Eun-ha. Do you like hamburgers?"
Jang Eun-ha, who had been reviewing the footage on the phone, nodded.
"Yes. I like them."
Han-seok opened the office door.
"We'll both take hamburgers."
A muscled, naked body. A cock standing rigid toward the ceiling.
Secretary Kim's startled face.
And —
Beside her, a kitten?
"Kyaaaaaaagh!"
Kang Ah-jin covered her face and screamed.