A Day in Secretary Kim's Life 3
Han-seok poured the semen A-jin had brought from the refrigerator onto her body, spreading it over every inch with both hands.
Across her cute face, her smooth nape and underarms, her plump breasts and rounded bottom, and the beautifully shaped mound between her legs.
When he had first developed it, he'd believed EX74 semen only took effect when it reached a partner through ejaculation.
But when he coated his cock with semen he'd already spent and rubbed it on A-jin's nipples, it had worked all the same.
And today, he'd spread EX74 semen—expelled days earlier—over her body with his bare hands.
Massaging her freshly showered skin as he worked it in.
"Haaah... Mister, ahhh..."
"You can feel it now just from me touching you, can't you? Hmm?"
Apparently, the key wasn't his cock at all—merely bringing semen into contact with a partner's body was enough for it to act like a potent aphrodisiac.
Since it was spread in only a thin layer, the resulting sensitivity never quite matched what a direct internal dose produced, but even so, A-jin was sinking into intense pleasure from his touch alone.
It seemed lunchtime had arrived.
Jang Eun-ha, dressed in her white lab coat, stepped into the office.
"CEO-nim?"
She cast a quick glance at Secretary Kim, still asleep on the bed.
"No problems?"
"Mm. More importantly, look at this, Eun-ha."
Eun-ha approached with curiosity written across her face.
Han-seok stroked A-jin's underarm and the underside of her breast.
"Aaahng!"
He gripped behind her knee and forced her legs apart.
A-jin writhed in his arms, love juice trickling freely down between her thighs.
"I took the EX74 semen I'd set aside earlier and rubbed it all over her body by hand. She just showered, and I was giving her a massage—and this is the reaction I got."
Eun-ha studied A-jin's naked body with fascinated eyes.
"So the medium doesn't have to be sexual contact. I have no experience in this particular area, so it never even occurred to me. That's a fascinating discovery, isn't it?"
"Well, I wouldn't say I have *no* experience."
"Thanks to you, that is."
Han-seok released A-jin's body.
"Eeeeng..."
Throwing a little tantrum, she burrowed deeper into his chest instead.
Beside them, Secretary Kim opened her eyes and slowly pushed herself up.
"Did I pass out again?"
She rubbed her eyes.
Eun-ha asked, "How was it?"
"It was good."
"No, no—I mean your body. Any unusual effects? How do you feel?"
"Oh. Same as always? Healthy and refreshed?"
Han-seok chuckled.
"Let's wash up and get cleaned off. How about we go out for lunch today?"
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass, the snow had stopped falling.
The four of them ate lunch outside.
Afterward, they lingered at a café over coffee and dessert, chatting idly while their food settled, then headed to an officetel building near the office.
"It's not huge, but it's perfect for living alone."
One living room, one bedroom, one bathroom, one walk-in closet.
And all the basic fixtures came included—bed, TV, refrigerator, air conditioning.
"A-jin takes this one, and you two can split the two units upstairs however you like, Secretary Kim, Eun-ha. The layout and options are all identical."
"Wow, nice."
Secretary Kim looked delighted.
"Eun-ha, it won't beat your own place, but on nights when you're working late, you could sleep here and commute in the morning. Wouldn't that be easier?"
"I suppose it would."
Secretary Kim raised her hand.
"Boss, may we go check out the upstairs too?"
"Sure. Take Eun-ha with you. The door lock code is the same."
"Yes! Dr. Jang, let's go."
The excited Secretary Kim seized Jang Eun-ha's hand and dragged her up to the next floor.
A-jin looked up at Han-seok and spoke.
"Mister."
"What fresh bit of insolence is this now?"
"Your ear."
She beckoned with her fingers.
"What."
Han-seok bent down and offered his ear.
A-jin took his face in both hands.
*Mwah.*
She kissed him on the cheek.
When he stared at her in puzzlement, she flashed a bright smile.
"Because I'm grateful."
...I take your semen because I love you, Mister.
The words she'd once said came back to him.
Han-seok analyzed A-jin with his superior knowledge of psychology.
Her father was an unstable presence, so she never received proper love. That's why she feels secure with me—a father figure who provides both emotional and material satisfaction. She's young enough to mistake it for love.
Han-seok pulled her into an embrace.
"Not bad."
"Heehee."
Nestled against his chest, she grinned happily.
"We went at it first thing this morning—must have worn you out?"
Han-seok massaged the back of her neck.
"Mmm... I'm fine."
"From today on, come here after work and sleep."
"Okay. But... Mister."
"Hm?"
"If you keep kneading there... aahng."
A-jin looked up at him, her face flushed crimson.
Her hips gave a little jolt.
"Oh. Right."
Startled, Han-seok quickly released her neck.
"Heeeng..."
"Did you... go?"
"Mmnh..."
A-jin nodded, blushing furiously.
So she can make a face like that too.
Secretary Kim and Jang Eun-ha came back down after touring the unit.
"Boss, it's snowing again outside."
"...Let's go."
The four returned to the office.
A-jin and Secretary Kim went back to their desks and resumed their work, while Jang Eun-ha sat across from Han-seok at the table and reported on her progress: refining EX74 and the new drug currently in development.
"You want to raise the sensitivity further?"
"It's less about raising the sensitivity itself and more about the *speed* at which it's felt. How should I put it—a gentler, smoother onset. And then a slight boost in sensitivity on top of that."
"Ah. So you want to prevent an abrupt shock to the pleasure centers."
"Yes. Formulated this way, she won't pass out."
"That makes sense. Why didn't I think of that? And this at the bottom—love gel. Has production started?"
"Yes. We have one sample ready."
"Make a few more."
"Understood. And, Boss—I'd like your approval to develop this as well."
"Hmm."
Han-seok studied the report closely.
A drug that causes pain?
"The world is full of painkillers, but there's no drug like this anywhere. We'd be the first to develop it."
Of course there isn't. Because if it causes pain, it isn't medicine. I figured this brat was cut from the same dark cloth as me, but this isn't heretical—this is straight-up black magic.
"Make one single sample at the lowest possible potency. And never—*never*—test it on yourself."
"But..."
"If you self-experiment, it's no more dick. Understand? You'll never see one again."
"I take it you're serious."
"I am."
"Understood."
"And one more thing. It's all too plain, isn't it? Do you think it would be possible to make the subject smile serenely while in agony—to have the body appear completely at ease? Probably impossible, right?"
"I'll look into it."
Jang Eun-ha swallowed hard.
This man... what *is* he? I thought he was a dark mage like me, but we're simply not in the same league. If I'm a mere practitioner of the dark arts, then he's the grandmaster. Making someone smile on the outside while they suffer inside... a concept I never even imagined.
"By the way, Boss?"
"Mm."
Han-seok was absorbed in reading the report.
"Couldn't we find more test subjects beyond the three of us? Three is far too small a sample, honestly. There are bound to be people who experience side effects."
"Working on it. What time is it?"
"Four o'clock."
"Let's wrap up and play a board game for a while before heading home. A-jin? Secretary Kim?"
"Yes!"
A-jin and Secretary Kim sprang up from their desks. They fetched board games and drinks and set everything up on the table.
"Eun-ha. Today's the day. Show us what the brain of a Harvard PhD is really made of."
Eun-ha's expression darkened.
"...You're terrible at games, CEO-nim. I lost last time because of you."
"I was going easy on you."
"Let's not do teams this time. Individual play."
A-jin asked, "What's the penalty?"
Secretary Kim flashed a sly grin and picked out a game—one Han-seok had never seen before.
"What is this? A stripping game?"
"It's like Old Maid, but the loser takes off a piece of clothing."
"Stripping is a penalty for *us*? It's not exactly humiliating for any of us."
Jang Eun-ha, Kang A-jin, and Secretary Kim exchanged glances and shared an unreadable, knowing smile.
Han-seok caught on.
"Ah. You're all plotting to mess with the old geezer again."
A-jin tilted her head.
"What's a 'geezer'?"
Secretary Kim explained. "False teeth—hard as a rock. A word for teasing old people."
"What's false teeth?"
"Good question—what *are* false teeth?"
Even Jang Eun-ha was curious. These days, even failing gums could be fixed with a simple stem-cell injection, so dentures as a concept had all but vanished from the world. It wasn't strange at all that they didn't know the word—if anything, it was remarkable that Secretary Kim did.
"How do you know that one, Secretary Kim?"
"Saw it on Tube. Some 'Top 10 Weird Old Objects' video."
She did not bother to mention that the video in question was a Shorts clip her father had produced in his humble home-workshop days.
"Alright. Shall we begin?"
Han-seok rubbed his palms together.
Twenty minutes later.
Secretary Kim laid down her cards and announced, "Boss is in last place again."
Lee Han-seok, the only one in anything less than full attire—down to nothing but his underwear.
"You'll have to take them off."
Eun-ha rested her chin on her hand and laughed beside him.
A-jin clapped and cheered.
"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"
Han-seok felt like a toy being passed around between three pairs of grasping hands, but there was nothing he could do about it. He rose from his chair and peeled off his last remaining underwear.
*Clunk.*
His equipment swung free.
"There. Happy? Game over."
The three women traded yet another round of those unreadable glances.
Jang Eun-ha spoke up.
"Boss. I'll be using mine."
"Huh?"
"Two minutes."
"..."
"The CEO Dick Usage Coupon."
Han-seok scratched his temple.
"Well. I don't particularly mind."
Secretary Kim pulled a pair of silver handcuffs from inside the stripping-game box.
"Boss, you do remember—the loser of this round has to do whatever the winner commands, right?"
"Since when is that a rule? Who won, anyway?"
Jang Eun-ha quietly raised her hand.
"Wh-what are you going to make me do?"
At the news that the black mage had taken first place, Han-seok felt a faint flicker of unease.