A Double Lesson in the Morning Office
The next day, Lee Han-seok arrived at the office.
“Good morning~”
“Morning, Boss.”
Kang A-jin, who was working at her desk, stood up to greet him.
“Mm. A-jin, it's snowing outside.”
“Really? It's coming down pretty hard.”
“Secretary Kim's on vacation today, right?”
Her chair sat empty.
“Yes.”
A-jin sat back down.
“She's been pushing herself too hard lately, so she could use the rest. What about you? How are you feeling?”
“Great.”
Kang A-jin nodded.
“I hear BD40 leaves you feeling just as fresh the next day. So? How does it feel, having two hundred million won's worth of injection in you?”
“I can't really tell the difference yet.”
“That's because you're young. The very next day after my shot, my gray hairs were gone.”
“So you had gray hairs at thirty-seven.”
“Stress.”
“Ah.”
“Did you go to the clinic?”
“I did. After you gave me the injection yesterday, I went during lunch and got it tested. They confirmed it's genuine BD40.”
Han-seok perched himself on the edge of her desk.
“And yet you didn't run off? I honestly thought you might not show up this morning.”
“I'm not that much of a piece of trash. Besides, I'm taking all five shots.”
Han-seok looked out the window with a satisfied expression, then turned his head back to A-jin.
“Ready?”
A-jin nodded, her face set with resolve.
“Good. Then take off everything from the waist up. Underwear too.”
With a slightly nervous look, Kang A-jin removed her suit jacket.
Then, as she undid her shirt buttons one by one, a white bra came into view.
Her upper chest swelled generously above the cups.
“Your bra's too small. You should be wearing a bigger size.”
“I know. I wear it like this on purpose—it makes my chest look bigger. Didn't know that, did you? God.”
“Cheeky little thing.”
She grinned as she reached behind her back and unhooked the strap.
When the bra slid off, her lifted breasts bounced down with a springy double sway.
Enormous, teardrop-shaped breasts that made you wonder how they fit on such a small frame and delicate body.
The pale areolae centered neatly on each one, topped with pink nipples, made quite the impression.
“Well? What do you think?”
“Pretty.”
Han-seok reached out a hand.
“Can I touch?”
“Yes.”
Kang A-jin turned her body slightly, offering her chest to him.
He brushed her nipple with his fingertips, gently, again and again.
A-jin bit her lower lip and looked up at him.
“Mister.”
“Yeah?”
“Does feeling up your daughter's-age breasts turn you on?”
The insolent cat spoke in a shamelessly seductive voice.
She let her gaze drop to the space between Han-seok's legs.
The outline of an erect cock was plainly visible beneath his jeans.
“You said you didn't have a boyfriend. So—any experience?”
“What do you take me for?”
“So you've never seen a man's? Not even once?”
“No. I'm a virgin. ...But, um, Mister?”
“Yeah?”
“Why does it keep, keep getting bigger?”
She held her own forearm up against the bulge straining inside his jeans to compare.
“It's bigger than my arm? Is that, is that normal?”
Han-seok seized one of A-jin's breasts in his hand and kneaded it as he spoke.
“Don't be scared. Go ahead and touch it if you want.”
A-jin carefully placed her hand on the bulge rising from Han-seok's inner thigh.
The moment she made contact, she snatched her hand back.
“What's wrong. Hold it in your hand.”
Han-seok took her arm and set her hand firmly on top of his cock.
With his free hand, he pinched one of A-jin's nipples between his fingers and rubbed it quickly with his thumb.
“Mmgh. Something's wrong with me.”
A-jin grabbed his wrist, the one tormenting her nipple.
“Your nipple? Or—”
“Both.”
A-jin lightly squeezed the outline jutting against his jeans.
“If you've decided to do this, get used to it.”
A-jin nodded.
At some point, the nipple Han-seok wasn't touching had gone stiff and taut on its own.
Just then—the office door opened.
It was Jang Eun-ha, carrying a tripod.
The moment she stepped inside and took in the amusing scene before her, a smile crossed her face.
A-jin jerked back in shock, hastily pulling her hand away. Flushed with embarrassment, she didn't know what to do with herself.
“Looks like A-jin's already getting started?”
A-jin tried to push down Han-seok's hand, the one still pinching her nipple, but it was no use.
Han-seok, meanwhile, went right on playing with her nipple as he spoke.
“You're up early? Isn't it still too early for lunch?”
“Yes, I thought we could do today's scheduled EX74 vaginal ejaculation before we eat.”
“Sure, why not.”
Jang Eun-ha turned to A-jin.
“How far along is A-jin?”
Since A-jin's ears had turned bright red, Han-seok answered for her.
“She got her BD shot yesterday, and just now was the first time she took her clothes off in front of me.”
“Ah. She's got a long road ahead.”
“That about sums it up.”
Han-seok released A-jin's nipple.
“Work like that today. You need to get used to being undressed in front of me.”
“Excuse me? Yes...”
“Look at her. Nothing but sass when it's just the two of us, and now look—just because you showed up, Eun-ha.”
“Boss... I never...”
Jang Eun-ha studied A-jin's chest.
“Beautiful breasts.”
“Right?”
Han-seok nodded.
“Have you tried sucking on them?”
A-jin flinched.
Han-seok answered.
“Not yet.”
“What would happen if you ejaculated EX74 semen there after breast stimulation, I wonder?”
“Hm. Haven't thought of that one.”
“Well, we're short on time—shall we head in?”
“Let's. A-jin, keep working. Even if you hear sounds, ignore them.”
“Yes...”
Han-seok and Eun-ha headed toward the inner office.
Eun-ha stopped mid-step.
“A-jin, are you busy right now?”
“Sorry? No, not particularly.”
“Then would you like to come in and watch?”
“I—what?”
“That's fine with you, right, Boss?”
“Well, watching ahead of time can't hurt. Come on in, Kang A-jin.”
“Yes? Yes, sir.”
Jang Eun-ha, dressed in elegant lingerie, mounted her phone on the tripod.
Kang A-jin fidgeted with her fingers and asked,
“Are we filming this too?”
Jang Eun-ha replied.
“Oh, this is my phone. After we record, I just compile the experiment results from below—the footage gets deleted. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can just watch from the back.”
Han-seok, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, stepped in front of the camera.
“It's fine. Take off your skirt and come here.”
“Yes.”
Kang A-jin slipped off her skirt. Beneath it she wore white tee-style panties that showed off the pretty curve of her hips.
Jang Eun-ha removed her bra and panties and knelt naked before Han-seok.
“Watch Eun-ha and learn.”
“Yes.”
Taking her cue, Kang A-jin knelt down beside Eun-ha as well.
“Eun-ha, speak casually to her from now on. You'll be seeing each other a lot. You're part of the same family now.”
“May I really?”
“Yes.”
A-jin nodded.
“All right then.”
Jang Eun-ha pulled down Han-seok's boxers.
Thwump.
As if such a sound had actually rung out, a thick cock angled toward the ceiling revealed itself.
Kang A-jin stared in wonder at a man's member—the first she had ever seen.
Jang Eun-ha spoke up.
“A-jin, take off your panties too—”
“Keep them on.”
Han-seok cut in.
“If you strip too, I'd have to do you as well. Today I'm on EX74, so it's only for Eun-ha. A-jin, with you I'm not taking any of the experimental drugs yet—we'll just have sex normally first, and once you're used to it, we'll do it on the drugs. I want to observe the difference in what happens to your body between the two. Got it?”
“Yes.”
A-jin nodded.
Eun-ha took Han-seok's member in hand and stroked it with practiced ease. Soon the cock stood fully erect.
Eun-ha explained.
“Okay, this here is the ball sac. You know that, right? Where the semen is made? The semen travels up along here like so, and then—ejaculation.”
“Yes.”
Eun-ha stroked Han-seok's cock as she licked one of his balls.
Han-seok said,
“You try it too.”
“Me? Yes.”
A-jin stuck out her tongue and leaned in close.
Cautiously, she gripped his thigh and touched a ball with the tip of her tongue.
Han-seok said,
“Tastes weird, huh? Don't be scared—lick it.”
“Okay.”
Watching what Eun-ha was doing, A-jin began licking the other ball the same way.
Han-seok rested a hand on top of each of their heads.
Good thing I prepared this without even waiting for the second- and third-phase plans. To have these two together like this already.
Eun-ha paused her licking to explain.
“Can you feel what's inside? If you handle these wrong it hurts, so you have to be gentle with them.”
“So they're the pearls of the ball sac.”
“Exactly. Just pop one in your mouth and roll it lightly with your tongue.”
With that, Eun-ha took a ball into her mouth and caressed it, rolling her tongue around it.
A-jin, having watched the demonstration, followed suit.
She took the remaining ball into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it inside.
“Ah.”
Han-seok's head tipped back despite himself.
Two women who, in any martial-world novel, would have been hailed as peerless beauties were sucking on one ball each.
When Eun-ha stopped, A-jin stopped too.
His ball sac was now damp and glistening.
“Next is the glans. See the underside of it here?”
She held the cock steady and licked just below the head.
“Do this and he loves it.”
“Yes.”
In A-jin's eyes burned such academic fervor that she seemed ready to take notes if only someone handed her a notepad.
“I'll show you a rough version of the sucking part.”
Eun-ha lightly closed her lips over the glans, then opened her mouth and took him in deeper.
Gripping the remaining length of the shaft, she began moving her head as she stroked.
Soon drool ran in long strands from the corners of her mouth, and wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
Watching from beside her, A-jin swallowed hard.
Could I—could I really do that?
Eun-ha sucked him for a long while, then let the cock slip from her mouth. Licking along the underside of the glans, she gazed up at Han-seok.
As though she'd completely forgotten A-jin was there.
Han-seok smoothed Eun-ha's hair.
“Isn't hogging him all to yourself a bit greedy?”
“Oh, right.”
Eun-ha snapped back to her senses and angled the cock toward A-jin.
“Hold it and try going slowly.”
“Yes.”
A-jin took hold of the cock with a nervous face.
It was a size that didn't easily fit in her small hands.
“C-can I use both hands?”
“Of course.”
Eun-ha said kindly.
A-jin wrapped both hands around Han-seok's hot cock and opened her mouth.
From her small lips, a cute little tongue came out to greet it, touching the underside of the glans.
She stole a glance up at Han-seok as she lapped at it, quick little flicks.
Han-seok said,
“You're good at this.”
Eun-ha tidied A-jin's hair from the side.
A-jin placed the glans in her mouth ever so carefully and gave it a gentle suck.
“Mm.”
“Watch me.”
A-jin looked up at Han-seok.
“Move your head.”
She began to bob her head, slowly.
“Good. Keep going just a bit more.”
“Mmph.”
“There you go. One more time.”
“Mm.”
Encouraged by his praise, A-jin moved on her own with surprising confidence.
For a first attempt, she was remarkably proactive.
“All right, that's enough.”
“Pwah.”
A-jin spat out the cock she'd barely managed to fit in her small mouth.
Saliva dripped freely from her lips.
Beside her, Eun-ha took over as if she'd been waiting for exactly this moment, swallowing the cock and starting to suck.
Han-seok looked at Eun-ha with fond admiration and stroked her head.
A-jin's eyes darted between his thick hand and his tender expression.
She hesitated a moment, then rose up on her knees and placed her hands on Han-seok's thigh.
Without being told, A-jin buried her face between his legs and licked his balls, just as she'd been taught.
Han-seok stroked her head too.
In the sunlit morning, the only sounds in the quiet office were those of two female employees ministering to their boss's monstrous cock.