Secretary Kim's Day 4 (Final) / Visiting Han Yu-na's Home

"Mmph."

Han-seok stood with both hands cuffed behind his back, his legs spread wide apart.

Jang Eun-ha knelt before him, diligently sucking his cock.

Kang A-jin crouched beneath him with one of his balls in her mouth, slurping and sucking, while Secretary Kim gripped his firm buttocks, pried them apart, and lapped at his asshole.

"Nngh."

Han-seok furrowed his brow.

Eun-ha had ordered him to put the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠handcuffs on behind his back and spread his legs.

Then she'd told him not to move, not to speak, until he came.

These were the victor's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠orders.

"Where the hell do you get off with rules like that?"

"Rules are rules. If you break them, the penalty is simple — no one goes home today until we've all had you cum inside us."

"...Fine."

A new game he'd been waiting for was dropping today. He needed to get home fast.

"You wouldn't want the boss to break a little promise and lose the trust of the entire staff, would you?"

"Okay, okay — just finish up quickly..."

And so began the degradation at the hands of three women.

Anyone watching would assume he was indulging himself, pretending to be at the mercy of these beauties. But being toyed with like a plaything — unable to move or speak a word — was sheer humiliation for Han-seok.

Eun-ha flicked her tongue lazily across the underside of his glans.

"Delicious as always."

She gripped his thighs and began bobbing her head furiously, shamelessly focusing her fast, relentless sucking on nothing but the head of his cock.

It was the so-called high-speed glans fellatio she'd been training on him lately.

"Mmmhh... mmuuuhh..."

Saliva drooled down in strands between his cock and her lips as she let out cheap, vulgar sounds.

The important thing here was that the drool wasn't an accident — she was letting it flow on purpose. She had graduated to the level of using her own saliva as lubricant, savoring his cock with her mouth like a pussy.

Meanwhile A-jin made wet, smacking sounds of enjoyment around his balls, and Secretary Kim wiggled her tongue teasingly in and out of his anus.

He felt like he was going to blow at any second.

No.

But that was something Han-seok refused to allow.

Coming this pathetically, this humiliated? Not a chance.

They'd set this whole board up hoping for exactly that. And when you could see right through what your opponent wanted, for some reason you suddenly didn't feel like giving it to them.

"Pwah. Hahh... hahh..."

Eun-ha, who had been hammering away at him with her mouth-pussy without pause, finally spat his cock out and gulped for air. She'd pushed herself harder than she should have, certain she could make him cum.

Thick saliva churned in her mouth stretched in heavy strands from her lips to his glans, like semen.

"Hahh... hahh..."

She stuck her tongue out at him, eyes locked on his, hips convulsing.

"Nnngghhh... hugh!"

Then, from beneath Eun-ha's short skirt, clear fluid began dripping onto the floor.

It was such an obscenely erotic sight that Han-seok wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her from behind right that instant.

"Dr. Jang, if you actually want him to cum fast, forget that — just take him down your throat."

"Mm. Last time I did that, he came in under ten minutes..."

"Deepthroat gets him off in eight."

"I think this method took about that long too, honestly. This is the famous 'ultimate' high-speed glans fellatio the boss loves best — it's the reason he's so obsessed with my mouth."

"Hm. He told me my throat was trained to feel just like a pussy, and that mine is the 'ultimate' mouth of the three..."

Secretary Kim and Jang Eun-ha knelt side by side in front of Han-seok, glaring up at him.

I never said any of that...

Regardless of their bickering, A-jin, who had been stationed under his legs, claimed his backside for herself. She grabbed his hips and ran her tongue over the hard muscle of his ass, pressing little kisses all over it.

"You can tell exactly how the boss feels just by looking at his face. Watch."

Secretary Kim took his cock in her hand and slid it into her mouth.

"Mmm."

His cock was drawn slowly between her lips, and the moment his glans touched the back of her throat, she began moving her head.

"Ahk... ahk... ahk..."

Han-seok squeezed his eyes shut. A well-trained throat was indistinguishable from a pussy — and just as that thought crossed his mind, Secretary Kim slowly drew his cock out of her mouth, a mess of sticky white spit clinging to it in long ropes.

"Mmhm."

She immediately stroked his shaft with her hand, tightened her lips around him, and sucked hard.

"Nngh."

Han-seok suppressed a moan. Secretary Kim smiled sweetly.

"See that? He loves it. Told you he'd cum any second."

Seems like you're the one who came, though? Han-seok wanted to say. While she'd been sucking him off, a dark, damp stain had bloomed across the beige suit pants she was wearing.

"You're welcome — I did all the work setting that up."

Eun-ha took over his cock from Secretary Kim and licked just under the head.

"Boss, don't tell me you're holding back on purpose? With the two of us right in front of you?"

Secretary Kim joined in, and together they lashed their tongues across his glans, the two of them kissing around it, tongues meeting over the tip.

Then Secretary Kim pulled away.

"This isn't going to do it. A-jin, come here."

"Huh?"

Kang A-jin, who had been toying with his ass, came around front. Secretary Kim unbuttoned and peeled off her shirt.

"Ehh? Why?"

"Just hold still."

She wore no bra, so her breasts were bare in an instant.

"Boss, look at this."

Secretary Kim stepped behind A-jin and cupped her breasts from behind. The moment her nipples stiffened and stood proud, the corners of Eun-ha's mouth curled up.

She took Han-seok's glans and ground it shamelessly against A-jin's erect nipples.

Secretary Kim stroked A-jin's breasts up and down against his cock while Eun-ha worked his shaft up and down at the same time.

"Boss, how's this? Hm? Fresh, perky nipples on a girl who's barely been an adult for a couple of years."

A-jin's nipples had always been sensitive. She bit down on her lower lip.

"Hnnnngh."

Han-seok couldn't hold out any longer. This was the limit — humiliating, yes, but also a moment of release.

"Nghh!"

He screwed his eyes shut as thick, milky-white semen erupted in a rope across A-jin's chest.

"He came," Eun-ha announced, still milking his cock. Semen kept gushing from the monster hose in heavy pulses.

Eun-ha waved his cock back and forth, painting A-jin's breasts on both sides like she was applying color to a canvas.

"Hnnngghhh!"

It was EX74 semen.

A-jin's eyes rolled back and her hips convulsed. Inside her panty-less skirt, she sprayed girl-cum onto the floor again and again.

"Aaaahhhn!"

The area between her legs had been developed and sensitized to a razor's edge — she didn't quite faint, but the pleasure was more than her mind could process.

Eun-ha wrung the last single drop from Han-seok's cock, finishing her white coating of A-jin's chest. She exchanged a look with Secretary Kim, and the two of them each claimed one of the semen-slathered, delectable breasts and began licking them clean.

Every time their tongues brushed A-jin's nipples, she shuddered and twitched, utterly lost to the world.

"Um... guys?"

Even when the cuffed Han-seok tried to speak, none of the three seemed to hear him.

Sunday morning.

Han Yu-na studied herself in the full-length mirror.

Makeup, understated — barely there. Okay. Perfume. Okay. A white tank top that showed off her cleavage. Okay. Peach-colored leggings that traced every line of her hips and ass. Okay.

The leggings were, inconveniently, that exact shade of peach — at a glance, a very quick glance, it looked almost as though she had nothing on underneath.

She spread both legs out to the side on her yoga mat, her flexibility carrying them into a perfect 180-degree split, then leaned forward from there, arms extended, until her chest touched the mat and the full curve of her rear was on display.

"Hooo—"

She exhaled slowly.

Lately her breath wouldn't come easily, and her chest always felt tight.

The cause was stress — and not only because of recent events. The symptoms had first appeared back when her idol career started taking off.

And since meeting Lee Han-seok recently, they had doubled.

Lee Han-seok.

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According to Director Park Yeon-seong, whom she'd met at the production meeting, he was a trustworthy businessman and investor. The man had also said Han-seok wasn't after money.

Which meant it was one of two things. Either he was obsessed with money, or he genuinely wanted something else.

And if he really did want something else —

What he wanted was obvious. The body of Han Yu-na, the 'Goddess of Perfection.'

Whatever it was, it didn't matter. She had no intention of giving him what he wanted.

She would record him and turn the blackmail back on its head.

Seducing him with her looks and her body wasn't something Yu-na relished either, but right now it had to be done. If she considered that the recording might someday reach the public, it was actually better to steer him toward demanding her body — because a man who demanded flesh over money came across as far more repulsive.

She had deliberately arranged the meeting somewhere private rather than a public place.

That'll only feed his filthy imagination.

Would the venue become a problem later? No. If it ever came up, the story was that it wasn't a private residence but the company's outside practice studio — an entirely different meaning. The drama producer had said he needed to discuss something briefly in person, so she'd asked him to come to the studio. That much, CEO Park would cooperate on.

The moment a recording of his sordid demands went public, he would instantly become human garbage, and whether in a courtroom or the court of the internet, the verdict would land exactly where she wanted it.

The plan: if he demanded money or her body — first, refuse hard. Then, as if asking for the first time, ask him again what it was he wanted. Say she'd think it over, ask for time, and send him on his way. Then, from the recording, cut everything after the second question and her promise to think about it — keep only the hard refusal — and use that edited file to counter his blackmail.

Turn the situation into mutually assured destruction, and his leverage would be neutralized.

The edited recording isn't enough evidence, you say?

Tears make fine evidence.

One remaining risk: what if he tried to force something on her physically. For that, she had a method ready. She would feign sudden enthusiasm to calm him down, suggest they share a glass of wine — or a non-alcoholic drink — and serve him one laced with a powerful sedative. One sip, and he'd be unconscious in under five seconds.

And if the lunatic refused even the drink and tried to take her by force... well, then all she could do was resist as hard as she could.

He was handsome, and his body looked incredibly solid... and he's rich, apparently. He didn't seem like the type who'd do something like that.

Yu-na herself didn't notice, but her cheeks were flushed.

Right. Having come this far, this much risk had to be accepted. After all, if she wanted to flip this entire situation on its head in one stroke—

Yu-na, you're a professional now. The stage scares you? A professional learns to enjoy that fear.

Her choreographer's words surfaced in her memory. She warmed up lightly, the way she would before going on stage, and took a deep breath.

"I am a professional. I am a professional. I am a professional."

Ding-dong.

The intercom rang. She picked up the receiver.

"It's Lee Han-seok."

"Come on up," Yu-na answered.

She waited by the front door, arms crossed. A short while later the doorbell chimed, and she opened it.

"Come in."

At the threshold, Lee Han-seok hesitated.

"You're alone, I take it?"

His eyes swept over her body, top to bottom.

He asked.

"Yes. It's fine. Please, come in."

Han Yu-na smiled with practiced ease and turned to lead him inside — every step putting the firm muscles of her ass on full, unobstructed display.