Sex with Secretary Kim
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, Han-seok could see the middle-aged man approaching.
“I've got some work downstairs. It was nice seeing you. It's been a while.”
“Shouldn't that be your job?”
He nodded toward the flickering light fixture.
“Hm? It's fine. It's not difficult.”
“You're supposed to say 'I'll handle it, sir' and jump to it, you brat. Get out of here.”
Han Dong-jin chuckled.
Han-seok could see it—the same contemptible face the man wore back in high school, superimposed over the one grinning at him now.
“Let's meet again.”
To that, Han-seok flashed a bright smile and walked out of the branch manager's office.
Let's see how long you can keep smiling like that.
Outside, Han-seok asked the man to match the lie he'd told, then left the bank.
“Ha-in, doesn't your company do anything like loan assistance?”
“Where would something like that come from? It's a tiny company. I should be grateful they even cover my lunch and dinner.”
Kim Ha-in slipped on her high heels and straightened her suit. When she turned sideways, the mirror in the shoe cabinet caught a glimpse of the gap between her shirt buttons. She tugged at the seam—a flash of pale blue bra showed through.
“Your father keeps pestering me like he wants to get a BD40 shot.”
“Mom. How could we afford that on our budget? The moment you take out a loan to get one, you spend the rest of your life paying it off.”
“Right. Right. Sorry.”
Her mother nodded.
“There's nothing to be sorry about. Everyone lives like this. I'm off~”
“Yes, be careful out there, sweetheart. Fighting today too~!”
“Yep. Fighting!”
Chin propped on her hand at her office desk, Ha-in found herself recalling that morning's conversation with her mother. The clock in the bottom corner of her computer screen read five.
One hour until quitting time.
There was a single desk in the office, and she was its only occupant. Through the wide window, downtown Seoul spread out below. The weather was overcast, promising rain.
Clack—
The office door swung open.
Kim Ha-in sprang to her feet and bowed her head.
“Welcome back, sir.”
“Right. Secretary Kim. Anything happen?”
“No, sir.”
Han-seok passed by her and went into his own office.
“Ah—if you have anything to report, bring it in.”
“Yes, sir.”
Gathering the documents from her desk, Ha-in followed him in. Han-seok's office was just as bare, all the more so for its soaring ceilings. A desk, a massage chair, a wall-mounted TV, and a sofa were scattered around the spacious room without much rhyme or reason. Beyond the glass wall, a forest of buildings and the boulevard below.
When the boss dropped heavily onto the sofa, Secretary Kim quietly set the reports down in front of the table. Han-seok leaned forward and flipped through them one by one.
Ha-in read from the copy in her hand.
“The tenant in unit 506 of the 744 building is seven months behind on rent. Yes—that building.”
“Hm? I owned a building like that? Wow.”
Han-seok marveled at the high-rise officetel printed on the page.
“Yes, sir.”
“Anything else?”
“The lab called. They say the drug development is nearly complete and there's something you need to look at. When I asked what it was, they said I wouldn't understand even if they told me, and hung up.”
“Right. I'll go take a look. Next.”
“Jang Eun-ha sent her resume by email earlier.”
“What? Really? Where?”
“Last page.”
Jang Eun-ha. Twenty-three years old.
The resume photo showed an expressionless beauty.
She was a genius among geniuses—someone Han-seok had spent nearly a year working every angle to bring into his company. Her education section read, quite beautifully: Harvard, Department of Chemistry. Completed Harvard's integrated master's-doctoral program.
She could have landed a job at any global pharmaceutical giant she pleased, yet after a full year of his courtship, she had chosen his company—even though it was, quite literally, a tiny operation that had yet to ship a single finished product.
Jang Eun-ha had known of Milestone, and of James Lee—Lee Han-seok—and had shown interest in him.
Han-seok had flown all the way to America just to meet her.
He'd had no need to prove he was James Lee. A Harvard alumnus, a PhD in chemistry, fluent in the AI tools essential to pharmaceutical development—from the vantage point of a genius like Jang Eun-ha, vetting him over a few conversations had been an easy task.
He had listed the drugs he wanted to make. Pure desire and passion had poured out of that list.
After six months of deliberation, Jang Eun-ha chose his company. She wanted to develop those seemingly impossible drugs together—with the genius who had created the world's first and safest male contraceptive.
“When is she coming?”
“She said she'll be in touch.”
“I see. That's all?”
“...Yes, sir.”
“Once Jang Eun-ha arrives, the company will really start moving, Secretary Kim.”
“Understood. I'll work hard too, sir.”
“How's the work? Holding up okay?”
Kim Ha-in blinked her large eyes.
“I've been here over a year now. Isn't it a bit late to be asking that?”
“No, not that. The thing I proposed to you recently—you remember.”
“Ah...”
“It's been about two weeks. I haven't counted, but maybe six times? I figured by now you'd have made up your mind.”
“Well. Obviously I'll keep doing it. You did give me something for it.”
Kim Ha-in answered without a moment's hesitation.
“Oh, really? I thought there might be something wrong, since you hesitated to show me your chest earlier.”
“Not at all. Not at all, sir.”
“Good. Then shall we do it now? There's still time before quitting hour, isn't there?”
“Yes.”
Han-seok rose from his seat and pulled off his trousers.
Ha-in set down the documents she was holding, then carefully folded her suit jacket and her black horn-rimmed glasses together and laid them on one corner of the sofa. Han-seok came up to her and kissed her.
Their heads tilted this way and that, tongues busily entwining. When their lips parted, Han-seok stripped off her shirt and drew one breast free of her bra. The large, springy globe spilled out of the pale blue cup, vulgar and abundant. An areola and nipple in the same pink as her lipstick came into view.
“Come here.”
Han-seok sat on the sofa and positioned her between his legs at the foot of it, down on her knees. Ha-in rested her hands on his thighs and stared at one spot. Beneath his thin drawstring pants, something the size of her own forearm was growing larger by the second.
With practiced ease, she pulled his drawstrings loose. Han-seok lifted his hips slightly, and the pants slid down—his thick, imposing cock swayed once, then reared up toward the ceiling.
Ha-in gave an awkward little smile and took the cock in both hands. When Han-seok nodded, she wrapped her fingers around the thick, rigid shaft and slipped the glans into her mouth. Dampness and warmth radiated from the tip. Using her saliva as lubricant, she began moving her hand and head in slow rhythm.
Caressing the breast that had escaped her bra, Han-seok spoke.
“Only seven times in, and you're already getting good at this.”
Ha-in sucked on him in silence. After a while of wet, slurping sounds, she looked up at him and began tracing gentle licks along the underside of the glans with her tongue.
An adorable face with big eyes and flawless skin. Anyone could see she was pretty—barely twenty-two, this girl was working her tongue with cheerful diligence.
The cock pulsed hard.
“Am I doing well, sir?”
A long strand of saliva stretched from her pink tongue to the glans as she asked.
Han-seok's lips curled upward.
“I take it you liked the BD40.”
“I can feel it working, sir.”
“I'm planning to give you one shot every year from now on. Which means you'll be stuck living like this for the next five years. Can you manage that?”
“Well, I'll at least put in my year's worth for the shot you gave me two weeks ago. And after that... I probably wouldn't stop, would I? Not when you're offering a two-hundred-million-won injection every year.”
She said this while stroking her boss's cock with her small hand.
“Do you remember the proposal I made? What was it I suggested? I want to make sure it got through to you properly.”
Han-seok brushed the hair back from her face as he asked.
“Once the contraceptive in development is finished, you're going to run the clinical trial on yourself, sir. To test whether it performs without issue in women who've received your semen. That's what you said.”
“Right. Since it's a modification of the EX69 I developed before, contraception is one hundred percent guaranteed. What I'm testing is the additional effects. That's the EX74 being developed in the lab right now.”
EX74.
A contraceptive that was, at the same time, a drug that made anyone who received the user's semen experience pleasure beyond all limit. And once that pleasure was carved into the mind even once, it would never be forgotten.
“You get used to doing it with me before the drug is finished, and once it's done, you start taking my finish inside you. That's your understanding, right?”
“Yes.”
Having circled the glans once with her tongue, Ha-in continued.
“May I ask you something, boss?”
“What is it?”
“You could take EX69 right now and finish inside me, so why don't you? You never have. Not once.”
“Why? Is that something you want?”
“Tch. It's not that. You know it isn't.”
Face flushing red, she went back to sucking his cock.
Han-seok pressed lightly down on Secretary Kim's head. With muffled mmph, mmph sounds, her head sank lower.
“Go deeper than yesterday. There. You should at least be able to take this much in your mouth. Good. Hold it right there.”
Roughly half of the thick cock was buried in Secretary Kim's mouth. Then clear saliva, seeping out through the seal of her lips around the shaft, ran down along his balls.
Han-seok lifted his hand away.
“Puhaah—!”
Secretary Kim threw her head back. She stuck out her tongue and panted for breath, clear saliva dripping in a long line from its tip.
Han-seok pulled off his shirt as he spoke.
“Take it all off and come up. And no begging me to get you pregnant like yesterday. Understood?”
“Wh-when did I ever do that?”
She unclasped her bra and stepped out of her suit skirt. Pale blue cotton panties appeared beneath—already soaked through, the fabric darkened.
“I knew it. It was a matching set.”
“Stop making things up that I never said, sir.”
“Then let's see if you can keep yourself from wrapping your legs around me when I try to pull out to finish, the way you did yesterday.”
“Th-that's... that's just... it's my job, so... I was only doing it well...”
“Come here.”
Han-seok dragged her onto the sofa and made her get down on all fours like a dog. He pushed the cotton panties aside, rubbed his thick cock against her soaked hole, and slid in slowly.
As if by magic, the entire thick length vanished into her body.
“Aaahng.”
Secretary Kim moaned as she received the huge cock. With each movement, her breasts swayed with a springy bounce.
“You take it so well now, Secretary Kim. You were so tight at first—no experience at all, after all.”
“Hnnngh. Boss...”