Sneaky Sex on a No-Cum Day / Ah-jin's Sudden Confession
Han Dong-jin had always been a reasonably clever bastard.
That was how he'd managed to claw his way up to branch manager of Baekjin Bank's Gangnam branch.
Remarkably, even back in high school, while he ran with Ahn Sung-chul's crowd tormenting other kids, he'd had the foresight to consider that it might cause trouble for him someday.
He stood 180 centimeters tall, sure, but his frame was stringy — if he ever had to fight one of Sung-chul's victims one-on-one, the odds were good he'd be the one bleeding.
So Han Dong-jin never laid hands on anyone directly.
Instead, he'd brush past and smack the back of your head —
Pointlessly dragging some other person into it as an excuse. "You should be studying harder."Smack.
"Stop sleeping in class, you little shit."Smack.
"Lay off the snacks."Smack.
Each hit landed in that gray zone where the victim couldn't tell whether getting angry or lunging back at him was worth the trouble.
And when the Sung-chul clique worked someone over as a group, he'd play lookout — or play the "good cop" to the victims when the others were absent — always making sure an escape hatch existed for himself if things ever went sideways.
Lee Han-seok had gotten the same treatment.
A smack on the back of the head while he studied. A casual whack in passing while he stood pissing at a urinal. A "Enjoy your lunch" delivered with a smack while he ate.
That was how it had always gone.
Gaslighting himself through this sly, deniable method of bullying, he'd reached the point where he could genuinely convince even himself that he had never bullied anyone.
It was the sheer disgust of that cunning pattern of behavior that made it impossible for Lee Han-seok to ever forgive Han Dong-jin.
Yu-na's phone rang.
The number wasn't in her contacts.
She knew instinctively who it was.
"Hello...?"
"It's Lee Han-seok."
"Yes. Good evening."
"How did it go? Have you found a way forward?"
"Could we meet in person to discuss it?"
He might have coaxed the answers out of her over the phone right then.
But she couldn't rule out that he was recording the call too — and if she wanted the exact words she needed to hear to come out of this bastard's mouth, she had to do it face to face.
"Of course. Where shall we meet?"
Han Yu-na clenched her fist.
Yes. He took the bait.
"I'll text you the address."
"Understood."
The call ended.
A message arrived from Han Yu-na.
An address was written there.
He vaguely remembered it from the dossier his informants had compiled.
Even just the first part of the address told him where it was.
Yu-na's private residence.
Han-seok stretched and stepped out of his office.
"Have a good nap?"
Ah-jin looked up from her work and smiled at him.
"Yep. Where's Secretary Kim?"
"She went out with Eun-ha to buy snacks and some equipment for the experiment."
"Ah, right. That's today."
Five in the afternoon. The sky beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass had gone murky.
Snow was falling hard.
Ah-jin kept stealing glances his way until finally she spoke up.
"Boss? Should I brew you a nice cup of hot tea?"
"Sounds good."
Han-seok sat down at the office table.
Soon Ah-jin brought over a steaming cup.
Han-seok sipped his tea and watched the snow drift down over Seoul.
A little while later, Ah-jin cast a furtive glance or two at him, then rose from her seat.
"What is it? You've been eyeing me for a while now."
Han-seok asked, and Ah-jin pointed sheepishly at the refrigerator.
"Um... it's just... my dose of semen..."
She took out a personal dropper and a container of stored semen from the fridge.
Han-seok said, "Hey. Just come over here and use the source. No one's around."
"Can I, really?"
There was a reason the two of them were acting like this.
Today was the so-called NO-Ejaculation Day.
It had been instituted on the principle of letting his cock rest one day out of every two weeks.
On this day there was no semen roster, no mandatory two-minute service session.
They had to endure their heat with semen stored in the refrigerator instead.
"With all this snow, the girls will probably be late anyway.
You just need to rub it against your nipples a few times — that barely takes any time at all."
"Okay then..."
Ah-jin put the dropper and the container back in the refrigerator.
"Here."
Han-seok rose from his chair and moved to the open space.
He held his teacup in one hand, sipping with the other.
With the sky darkening, lights were flickering on across the city.
Ah-jin came to stand before him and knelt down.
She shrugged off her suit jacket and blouse.
Her pretty breasts and pink nipples came into view.
"No bra today?"
"Nooo."
"Don't tell me you skipped panties too?"
"Hehe."
She grinned cheekily and pulled down his sweatpants and boxers.
His cock, already half-risen, sprang free.
"I'll suck it for you."
Ah-jin no longer showed any hesitation around his cock at all.
She ran her tongue lightly around the crown in a single circle, then slipped it straight into her mouth and began to suck.
She filled her small mouth completely with his cock, and didn't forget to look up at him adorably from below.
His cock hardened fast, swelling to full erection.
Both her nipples were already standing stiffly erect, waiting to be ground against it.
The areas developed by EX74 semen.
There, the hierarchy of pleasure had been permanently rewritten:
EX74 semen >>> ordinary semen >> penetration alone > caressing.
According to the data gathered so far:
EX74 semen produced ecstasy so extreme it made them faint;
ordinary semen delivered pleasure five to ten times beyond a normal climax;
insertion without ejaculation, or mere stimulation of the developed areas, triggered a full orgasm;
and everything short of that — hands, lips, idle teasing — left them dripping helplessly, occasionally erupting in a squirting fountain of bliss.
Now Ah-jin would grind his cock against her nipples like flint striking steel.
And then, wracked by orgasm, she would splash her crude little pussy fountain right there in front of him.
"Hm?"
But suddenly she stood up and walked over to the table.
Ah-jin shoved the chair aside, planted both hands on the tabletop, and bent over it.
"What are you doing?"
Instead of answering, she rolled her skirt up to her waist.
She parted her legs slightly and used her fingers to spread her pink folds open for him.
She was already soaked through with her own arousal.
"Mister. Here, please..."
"What? Why not use your chest like you're supposed to?"
A few rubs against her breasts and she'd be coming instantly. Why —?
"You said I need to get used to taking it inside if you're going to use the drug on me.
And Eun-ha keeps asking me when I'm finally getting EX74."
"Oh, that's what this is? Hold that pose for a second. Let me finish my tea."
Mischief flickering to life, Han-seok drained his cup in leisurely sips.
Ah-jin, holding her pussy open with her fingers, lowered herself even further and thrust her hips out wantonly.
It was a sight that made him want to bury himself in her until he lost his mind.
Ah-jin smirked at him over her shoulder.
"Hmmm~? Oh, I get it. You're not confident, are you, Mister?"
"Sassing me again."
"You don't have what it takes to make me pass out like you did last time when you rammed it in. That was luck. Pure luck."
Han-seok quietly set his teacup down on the desk behind him.
Ah-jin, noticing nothing, kept muttering at the wall in front of her.
"Honestly, Mister, you're probably bad in bed, aren't you? That's why you make a drug that pleases women with your come instead of your— aaaaaaah!"
Han-seok's thick cock drove deep into her cunt without a shred of warning.
"Nnghk!"
"Apparently the only way to shut that mouth is stuffing a cock in it. Right?"
Gripping Ah-jin's slim waist, he began to piston into her.
"Haaah... haah..."
Startled by the thick serpent plunging into her without warning, she panted out ragged breaths in quick succession.
Every time her plump cheeks slammed against his pelvis, it made a deliciously obscene sound.
"Haang. Mister, your cock is too big. Hah... hah..."
"So you hate it?"
"I love it."
"Guess you don't even worry about being seen from outside anymore, huh? Hm?"
Spread flat across the table, Ah-jin jolted with every thrust as his cock hammered into her.
"Mmm? What's strange about it? I'm your exclusive breeding pet — getting mounted is just natural, isn't it?"
"You've learned well."
"Mister... haang... can I ask you something?"
"What."
"Does my pussy taste good?"
Instead of answering, Han-seok began slamming into her with brutal force.
"Ahng! Ahhhaaahng! You like it that much?! Aaaaahh!"
With every savage thrust, her breasts slapped against the edge of the table.
"Even stuffed full of cock, you never stop talking. I guess it's time for your EX74. No — it has to be now. Right?"
"Mister, do you know something?"
"Now what."
"Secretary Kim takes your semen because it's her job, and Eun-ha takes it for the experiment."
"So?"
"...I take it because I love you."
In that instant, something hot bloomed in his chest.
She suddenly looked so impossibly lovable that he wanted to put a child in her on the spot.
The drug development, the revenge, all of it — he could have thrown it all away.
Fuck. No!
He'd almost slipped.
"You insolent little brat. You are way too cheeky."
Han-seok pulled Ah-jin upright and made her kneel before him.
"Suck it."
She looked up at him.
"Give it to me, Mister."
She folded her hands behind her back and opened her mouth wide, waiting.
Han-seok pushed his crown between her lips, seized her hair, and began to move her head.
"Mmhh... mmhh..."
Even as her mouth was ravaged roughly like a pussy, Ah-jin smiled up at him with her eyes.
"You're quieter like this. Improvement. Little bitch."
Han-seok realized his own breathing had gone ragged without him noticing.
"I'm going to come in your mouth — drink every drop. Understood?"
"Mmhm."
She nodded.
"Ah—!"
For the first time, he came inside Ah-jin's mouth.
His cock pulsed and shuddered, spitting rope after rope of semen.
Even as he filled her mouth, Ah-jin was already swallowing.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
She'd only ever tried a single drop at a time on the dropper — she had never drunk this volume before.
Yet she didn't spill a single drop, swallowing every last bit of his semen.
When he finished and pulled his cock free, Ah-jin stuck her tongue out with a cheerful haa and smiled.
"All gone."
She opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around, showing him it was empty.
"Swallowed it all? First time, and you took it like a champ. Does it taste good?"
"It tastes awful. I drink it because it's your semen, Mister.
Because I'm your exclusive breeding pet."
Innocent eyes blinked up at him.
Damn it. What have I done.
Han-seok knelt down in front of Ah-jin.
He embraced her, bewildered as she was.
"I'm sorry I was rough."
"I don't know exactly what it is, but you're after revenge, aren't you? Not just on my dad. You're fighting something even harder than that."
The instincts of a former delinquent — her radar for spotting a fellow victim — were razor sharp.
"..."
"If it ever gets to be too much, tell me. Mister. I'll help you carry it.
I couldn't say this when you're being the boss. It's only possible right now."
Ah-jin wrapped her arms around Han-seok's neck.
She nuzzled her cheek against his.
Then she said, "Mister."
"Hm?"
"You're not exactly soft in a moment like this, are you?"
She was idly toying with him — still hard as ever.
"Saying things that don't need saying. You really are too cheeky. Come here."
Han-seok scooped Ah-jin up in his arms princess-style and carried her into the office bedroom.
At some point the snow outside had stopped, and the brilliant white winter landscape stretched all the way to the horizon.