Creaming Kang A-jin with the Modified EX74
The elevator stopped on the twenty-first floor.
The doors slid open, and Han-seok walked down the long corridor. Alongside it, the gym, the library, and the soundproof streaming booth — all under construction for what felt like forever — stood gleaming and complete. Floor-to-ceiling glass offered a clear view inside.
Someone was working out.
Chewing a piece of candy with loud crunches, Han-seok stepped into the gym.
On the stair machine — the so-called stairway to heaven — Secretary Kim was climbing in place, step after steady step.
Gray sports bra, gray leggings. From behind, the lifted line of her hips and the curve of her glutes stood out beautifully.
Han-seok approached her.
"Look at you, Secretary Kim. Been at this job long enough to slack off during work hours, huh?"
Secretary Kim answered with perfect composure. "This is part of my job, sir."
Even with the sports bra pressing everything down, her volume was considerable.
"What kind of job is that?"
"Exercise keeps me healthy. And only a healthy body can properly take your semen, wouldn't you agree?"
"Huh. Is that so?"
"Absolutely. Enduring your tireless stamina takes quite a bit of endurance on this end too, you know."
"You really are sneakily good at flattery, Secretary Kim."
"I only stated facts. It hurts my feelings to hear it called flattery."
"So? How are the machines?"
"Almost too good. It feels like a silent pressure to lose weight and grow my butt, honestly."
"Losing weight and a bigger butt is a good thing. Though you're already so perfect you don't need to change a thing."
"You don't have to flatter me, sir."
"I'm only stating facts myself."
"It's just... it's just that... there's this pressure to beat Han Yu-na, you know?" Her steps quickened. "Just watch. I'll deliver you an ass bigger than Han Yu-na's."
"Dr. Jang put you up to that, did she?"
"What's she like? Han Yu-na, I mean. Obviously her face is gorgeous, and her chest and butt must be to die for. Is the way she grips you different too?"
"Are you jealous?"
"Not at all. I know my place."
"You don't know your place at all, Secretary Kim. In my eyes, you're the prettier one."
"Wh-what are you saying..."
Secretary Kim's cheeks flushed pink.
"Going to keep working out?"
"Why? Right here? Should I take my clothes off?"
Han-seok answered by flicking his eyes down toward her crotch without a word. She lowered her head. The crotch of her perfectly intact gray leggings had gone dark with moisture.
Her face turned to one of utter embarrassment. "Oh no."
"Looks like you'll have to strip after all. Come here."
Han-seok took Secretary Kim's hand and led her over to the bench press. When he dropped his pants, she peeled off the soaked leggings and panties as well. He positioned her bent over the bench, palms flat on the leather, and she arched her hips back prettily for him. Between the plump pink folds, her wet hole peeked out. The full-length mirror on the side wall reflected the two of them exactly as they were.
Han-seok leveled his rigid cock against her entrance.
"Did Dr. Jang make something new?"
"Yeah. She wants to see how my precum reacts inside you, so we're only doing this for two minutes before you hit the showers."
He pushed his cock into her hole, and in time with the slow penetration, Secretary Kim tilted her head back and opened her mouth.
"Aaahn."
She was already soaked to the core. With every stroke — schlick, schlick, schlick — juices trickled down in sticky rivulets.
"Haah... haah... sir."
"How is it? Feel any different?"
"Good. Haah... haah."
"You mean good in a way it wasn't before?"
"It was good before too, haah... haah... but... something's... something's... my head feels so clear. Haah... haah."
"Not sure I follow. What's that supposed to mean?"
"Before, my head would get all foggy and dizzy. I figured it was just because I felt too good. Haah... haah... But now I feel even better, and my head is incredibly clear. Like it's been scrubbed clean. Haah... ah... aah... aaahn!"
Han-seok pulled out. A fine tremor ran through Secretary Kim's hips. Stepping around beside her, he rubbed her mound and clit with his fingers.
"Aaaaahhhhn! Sirriiiiim!"
Clear girl-cum burst out of her in spurts. Legs wobbling like a newborn giraffe's, she could barely stand.
"Aaahn."
Han-seok caught her and held her up. "Good work."
"Haah... haah."
"So bottom line, it's way better than before?"
Secretary Kim's hips spasmed as she melted into his chest. "Mmhh. At this rate, sir..."
"Hmm?"
"I could do it with you all day long. Until my pussy breaks. Haah... haah."
"That bad, huh?"
"Yeees."
She nuzzled her face against his chest.
"Okay, I get it. Go shower. If I have time later, I'll give you another round."
"Really?"
Secretary Kim scooped up her discarded leggings and headed for the gym showers, calling back over her shoulder as she walked off with her pretty hips swaying. "The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced — our company has way too good a benefits package."
Feeling a sense of real accomplishment, Han-seok made his way to the office. A-jin rose from her desk.
"Everything going smoothly?"
"Yes, sir. This afternoon you have the second-round interviews for the bodyguard position — the candidates who passed the paper screening."
"If you're free, go work out with Secretary Kim."
A-jin pressed her hands together and squirmed shyly. Beneath her skirt, the white straps of a garter belt peeked out.
"It's your shift today, isn't it, A-jin? Come on in."
"Yes, sir."
Her face brightened several shades. Han-seok entered his private office, and A-jin padded in close behind him.
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On the TV, Let's Investigate was airing a segment on An Byeong-uk's mysterious death. The network had real nerve to broadcast it without any regard for the chaebol — though that was only possible because the broadcaster happened to be owned by TR Group, a rival conglomerate.
A camera on a tripod was filming the bed.
Naked, Han-seok held A-jin in his arms. White lace lingerie and a garter belt. She had pulled her panties aside and was taking Han-seok's massive cock inside her pussy — and the camera was capturing every last detail of it.
A-jin turned her head to the side.
"Kiss me, mister."
Han-seok kissed her while his hands roamed over her body. With a wet pop their lips parted, and A-jin stuck out her tongue, letting her saliva drool down in a lewd thread.
"Feels so good."
"Head feeling clear?"
"Mm. You took the new drug again, didn't you, mister? Not confident in yourself?"
"Field-testing a new formula."
Han-seok slipped his hand inside her panties and rubbed her clit.
"Mmmh. Then I'm gonna come. Aahn. Aaaaahn."
"Come."
"Nnghh! Aaaaaah!"
A-jin bucked her hips upward. His cock slipped free of her hole, and a flood of liquid gushed from her splayed pussy as a jet sprayed from her urethra like a fountain.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
Her face was pure rapture. Her hips shuddered a couple more times — and then, without being told, she guided his cock back into her hole herself.
"It's so strange."
"What is?"
"Before, when I came, my head would get dizzy. Not anymore. Dr. Jang really is a genius."
"I'm the one who ordered her to make it."
"Then if you're such a genius, hurry up and fuck me, mister. Don't just sit there."
Without answering, Han-seok unclasped her bra. Springy, glossy breasts bounced free. He seized them in both hands as if they were his property and toyed with her nipples.
"Aahn."
"Saw your dad today."
"You haven't killed him yet? I figured a man like you would have by now."
"He tried to rape a girl your age. Luckily the girl beat him down instead."
"If you kill that piece of trash for me, haah... haah... I'll let you put it in my ass."
"Bold of you. Soliciting murder is a crime. Shut your mouth. Besides, I'm putting it in regardless."
"Pervert. A pervert who trained a girl young enough to be his daughter's ass to use it like a pussy."
"Does that bother you?"
Han-seok kissed her neck.
"Aahn. Haah... haah... I don't knoooow."
"You've been squeezing and letting go of my cock this whole time, haven't you? Feels amazing. I think I'm about to come."
"Come for me, mister. Fill me to the brim with your cum, mister."
A-jin gripped his knees, squatted down over him, and began rolling her hips. Piston thrusts started up between her legs, splayed wide in an M-shape.
"Kang A-jin. What are you to me?"
"Haah... haah... your exclusive female, mister. Your cum receptacle."
"And A-jin's pussy is what?"
"My pussy. Mister's exclusive full-load toilet. Aaahn! Hurry up and come, mister."
She whined playfully as she shook her hips, his cock shuttling rapidly through her depths.
"Coming."
"Yes — come, come. Knock me up, mister. Make me pregnant."
"Ah."
The cock buried in her pussy throbbed, and semen began pooling inside her.
"Aaaaaah."
Han-seok felt something was different. His volume had always been huge, but this time he was ejaculating at least twice as long as usual.
"Mister. It's completely full. Aaahn. There's so much cum. Aaaaaahn!"
She arched her back and convulsed. The ultra-high-definition camera was filming every second of it. His cock, slipping free, spurted a few more ropes of seed.
"Aaaaaaah."
A-jin moaned with her head thrown back. Han-seok slid his arms beneath the backs of her knees and folded her against his body, spreading her legs toward the camera — small white panties with a little ribbon, white garter belt, white stockings. From the hole gaping between her plump pink folds, white cum burbled out in thick, trembling gouts.
"Aaahn. Aaaaaaah."
"Different from regular cum, right? How is it?"
"So good. So good, mister. Aaah. I think I'm going crazy. Nnnnnghaaah!"
All this time, A-jin had only ever taken plain semen. Now, having received the Modified EX74 seed, she had been fully developed into Han-seok's exclusive pussy. Her body convulsed under pleasures she had never once experienced — yet she never lost consciousness.
Jang Eun-ha had succeeded.
Han-seok spread her pussy hole open with both hands. A quantity of semen she had never seen before came pouring out, thick and glistening.
Eun-ha played a fun little trick.
"Aaaaaaahn. The camera. Haah... haah. You're such a pervert, mister. Nnnngh."
Han-seok kissed A-jin's cheek. "Do you still love me, even after this?"
She answered between hot, ragged breaths. "Yes. I love you. Nnnngh."
She turned her body and nestled into his arms. "I love you so, so much."
The camera's red light was still blinking.