A Day in the Life of Secretary Kim (1)
Riiiiing, riiiiing, riiiiing.
Tap.
I silence the phone alarm I set to go off at one-minute intervals and get up around seven. I stretch my arms wide above my head.
When I get up and pull back the curtains, I see the snow that fell overnight has stopped. I check the weather — seventeen below zero. Thirty years ago they would have called it a freak cold snap, but nowadays the kids call it the "inheritance climate" our ancestors handed down to us, like it's just the way things are supposed to be.
I tidy the blankets. The boss once said that making your bed the moment you get up is the first step to success. Of course, the boss himself never makes his bed. An outrageously expensive household robot does it for him.
Straight to the bathroom. I reach down between my legs and — sure enough — I'm damp. I pop a single silver-dust-sized white pill out of the bottle and onto my tongue.
Dr. Jang, the genius, recently succeeded in purifying and sterilizing the boss's EX74 semen and processing it into pharmaceutical form. Thanks to her, I can take it outside the bedroom too, just like ordinary medication.
If I roll it around under my tongue for a moment, a sweet vanilla flavor blooms, and almost immediately the reaction spreads through my body — the sensation of the boss's huge cock churning deep inside me, pumping me full of his cum.
"Ahh—"
My hips jolt on their own, and my juices slide down my thighs. When I rub my clit, I squirt all over the bathroom floor. I clamp a hand over my mouth and force down the moans. My eyes won't stay open properly.
"Haa... haa..."
This should hold me for the next two or three hours.
Mom's voice drifts in from outside. "Sweetheart, want something to eat before you go?"
"No, thank... you. I'll just go."
Today the boss said he'd be using my ass, so I have to prepare in advance so he can use it as freely as he uses my pussy. I take a laxative to empty myself out, then pull the showerhead off its mount and flush water into my ass with the hose, repeating the rinse over and over until I'm clean. Once I'm done, I seal myself with an anal plug — partly to keep me ready, partly to keep me stretched open so the boss can use me the moment he wants.
It's been weeks since he last took me there, so I'm worried I might not perform well. And since this will be the first experiment receiving EX74 semen anally, I'm nervous — and excited too.
By the time I've washed up and dried my hair, it's already eight. Work starts at ten, so there's plenty of time.
Father and Mother are already seated in front of the computer in the living room. Together they comb YouTube for other people's videos, re-edit them into Shorts, and upload them. A time-honored home industry of over twenty years, running since before I was born. Father wants me to carry on the family trade, but I've never much cared for work that involves sitting still.
"I'm off."
The commute from home to the office takes about an hour. The boss has said he'll arrange officetel units for me, A-jin, and Dr. Jang near the company. The pay isn't much, but the benefits are rock solid. If I had my way, I'd bury my bones at this company.
On the subway, I watch my favorite streamer, Monster Ju-hee. She isn't especially good at games, but she's pretty and quick-witted, and above all she's brilliant at needling her viewers until they're livid — watching her, I find myself laughing without meaning to.
Viewer count: 37.
The numbers are small now, but I have a feeling she's going to blow up someday. I admire how hard she works, so I've even sent her a small donation. I showed her stream to the boss once, and he was terribly interested in it — asked for her real name, what kind of person she was, what kind of content she streamed.
Time to get off already.
A short walk from the subway station stands a tall building. It's the boss's building. The one next to it is also the boss's building. The officetel behind that is his too. I nearly had an existential crisis first thing in the morning, but never mind.
"Mandate BD200 for all citizens! Mandate it!"
"BD200 recipients shouldn't collect their national pension until they're two hundred and sixty!"
"Collecting pension money for two hundred years — who ever heard of such nonsense!"
A protest is in full swing this morning. As for me, in just five more years I'll be eligible for a BD injection, and though my salary isn't large, the company's benefits are so good that I've been saving nearly all of it. The boss occasionally drops hints about stocks that are about to surge, so I've grown a tidy lump sum that way too.
But more than half the population is killing themselves working just to afford even a BD40, and once they get that first forty years, they have to grind away for the length of their extended lifespan to afford another. Borrow money for the shot, and you die a slave to the debt instead. On top of that, thanks to EX69 — the drug the boss developed — birthrates have collapsed not just in Korea but worldwide, so there aren't many young people anymore. Yet there aren't many jobs for the elderly either. Most of the economy runs on AI robots, and thirty percent of citizens survive on basic income payments — pocket-money levels — for the whole month. Some can't find work, but most simply gave up on it long ago.
Which makes me wonder — maybe that's why polyamory was legalized, both polygamy and polyandry, under the banner of raising the birthrate. Does the boss ever think about getting me pregnant? If it were the boss's child, I'd want to have it. But from his position, there'd hardly be any reason to. He'll probably end up with someone like Dr. Jang — beautiful, and every bit his equal in raw intellect.
The elevator reaches the twenty-first floor. I tap my card key, pass through, and walk the long corridor. On either side, employee welfare facilities are under construction — a gym, a library, and a soundproof streaming booth. I'm not sure why the soundproof booth, though. When I asked if he was planning to debut as a VTuber, he said no. What a shame. These days AI motion capture is so advanced a VTuber avatar moves like a real person, and voices can be modulated female. I briefly daydreamed about launching him under the name Mimi-chan and arranging a collab with Monster Ju-hee — and before I knew it, I was at the office door.
Inside, A-jin greets me. "Good morning, Unnie!"
Kang A-jin. When the boss hired her, he mentioned she came from a delinquent crowd, and I worried she'd turn out to be a real piece of work. She swears she never bullied anyone herself. She's bright, good-natured, and honestly quite capable at her job. Being an only child, it feels like I've gained a little sister to dote on.
"Wasn't it cold at night?" The building's heating shuts down completely overnight — something she had no way of knowing. Apparently A-jin had slept through every single night here without saying a word. Yesterday the boss blew up at her — why didn't you say anything? — and installed a heated mattress and a space heater in her room.
"Mm. It's fine now."
"The boss said we're going to look at officetels this afternoon."
"I'm fine staying here, though..."
"Nope. If you sleep here alone every night, you'll be lonely. If we live in the same building, the three of us won't get bored with Dr. Jang around. You don't have any friends, Unnie, so come hang out with us. Late-night snacks together, movie nights — wouldn't that be nice?"
"All right. If you insist."
That little vixen. Playing the pity card while quietly seducing the boss whenever he works late, and milking his cum out of him, apparently. I can't let her keep sleeping here. We have to move to the officetel.
Hm? Was that just my imagination running wild? The day of that heavy snowfall, Dr. Jang and I went out for snacks and came back a little late — and it was supposed to be a no-ejaculation day. That scheming little minx had coaxed four loads out of the boss in the meantime. And she got caught red-handed, right there on the scene, by me and Dr. Jang. All while she still hasn't even received EX74 semen anywhere except her chest. Does she actually want to be the boss's wife? She should know her place.
Hm? Isn't she a little sister I care about? Ahem. That's one thing, and his semen is another.
I sit down and get straight to work. First, I compile the reports sent up from the management staff below and prepare the notable items for immediate briefing to the boss, then move on to adjusting his schedule. I'm the only secretary who truly understands the boss, so I prepare everything in advance to make sure nothing in his work hits a snag or slips through the cracks. When it comes to the job, I want to be the person the boss needs most.
The weather had been mild all the way to work, but the moment I arrived at the office, a blizzard kicked up again. I push back the officetel viewing and postpone the meeting with the drama production company as well — the boss hates going out in the snow. By the time the rough work is handled, it's ten-thirty. About thirty minutes until the boss arrives.
Now I should head to his office and do the cleaning and tidying—
It's spotless. A-jin must have done it.
"A-jin, did you clean the boss's office?"
"Yes..."
"Thank you."
"Oh, it's nothing. I just had to run the robot."
...That blessed little wretch. She's chipping away at my duties piece by piece, and I can't decide whether I should be grateful or anxious that she's stealing my work. My morning tasks are more or less finished now. Once the boss arrives, I give my brief report, receive his EX74 load in my ass, and the morning is officially done.
"Unnie, am I doing this part right?" I teach A-jin her tasks before the boss comes in, and as we chat about this and that, the topic of anal comes up, so I roughly walk her through the order of things and what it feels like.
"I want to try it." A-jin's eyes light up with curiosity. That girl has absolutely no sense of fear.
As our girl-talk drifts toward the boss, her eyes sparkle again. "Call him Master — he loves that. Since you're his exclusive female, you can beg him to cum inside you, and he'll love that too."
"Oh? I'm the boss's exclusive female too! It felt weird at first, but the more I do it, the more worked up I get along with him."
"Is that so."
For a split second I nearly snapped — since when? You haven't even taken EX74 in your pussy yet. A-jin peers at my memo pad. "What's 'cum toilet' here?"
"When the boss wants to finish somewhere, you offer yourself — tell him you're his personal cum toilet and he can use you however he likes. It drives him wild."
"Ooh. Not bad. I'm using that one later."
"Huh? Oh, uh..."
Ah. In one careless moment, I've been snared by that little vixen's schemes. When I come to my senses, I'm holding open the very memo pad with all my techniques written in it, teaching her everything.
The office door swings open. "Good morning~!"
The boss has arrived.
He's here. Finally. My custom-made biological dildo. My semen-dispensing drug injector.
Hm? Ah — no. Never mind. That was a joke.