A Paizuri Full of Cum and the Class Reunion
Han-seok perched himself on the edge of the brand-new bed.
Oh. Well, what do you know. Not bad at all? It really was worth the money.
The mattress had a wonderful give to it. He almost wanted to call Secretary Kim in right that moment and lay her down on it.
That can wait.
Instead, Han-seok pored over the documents his informant had sent.
Everything currently known about Ahn Sung-chul's clique of eight.
Ahn Sung-chul, it seemed, was still serving as vice chairman under his father, the reigning chairman of Cheonsung Group.
He must have gotten the BD200 that came out ten years ago, so old man Ahn Byung-gook must be in great shape by now. He's 80. His body's probably somewhere in his late thirties, early forties. And the man was famously robust to begin with.
As the eldest son, Ahn Sung-chul appeared to have had his succession mangled by one complication after another, leaving him stuck unable to properly take the reins even now.
Security must be airtight.
There was little else of substance on him.
Jang Min-jun, the former lawyer, had followed his father into the National Assembly, and his name was slowly beginning to surface as a candidate for the next party leadership.
I see. Then I'll have to make sure she has the freedom to research whatever she likes.
The report contained a wealth of new information on the remaining six as well.
"Let's have a look, shall we."
Knock knock knock.
Someone was at the door. There was no one it could be but Secretary Kim.
"Sir? May I come in?"
"Yeah, come on in~"
The door opened, and in walked Secretary Kim wearing nothing but a skirt. Her pink nipples stood up so prettily that he wanted to throw her onto the bed right then and suck on them — but Han-seok still had documents to get through, so he decided to hold himself back.
"What is it?"
Flushing under her boss's brazen stare, she covered both nipples with her arms as she spoke.
"It's just... no matter how I think about it, I can't figure out why I have to be naked like this."
"Hm?"
"I do whatever you tell me, sir, but that's for the sake of verifying the upcoming clinical trials, isn't it? That's the whole point."
"That's right."
"You said you wanted to observe the effects of a dosed subject's semen on a woman."
"Mm-hm."
"But what does... working with my clothes off... have to do with any of that?"
For a split second, Han-seok thought, she's on to me! But he didn't so much as blink. Instead, he smiled.
"Secretary Kim."
"Yes?"
"If you'd walked in here without questioning any of it and worked the entire day like that, honestly, I'd have been disappointed."
"Sir? I wasn't really objecting, I was just..."
"You're right, though. Before the drug is even developed, the real purpose of us being intimate was to get you accustomed to receiving my semen ahead of time — you, who'd never had any sexual experience at all. From where you're standing, I'm sure it could look like an excuse for an older man to enjoy a young woman's body. Or maybe you're just going along with it reluctantly because I promised you an expensive BD40."
"It's less reluctance than... you did give me something in return."
"Exactly. And from my side, there's a very clear reason I handed over something that expensive. It involves something genuinely important to me. Security matters too, so it has to be someone I can trust."
"Someone you can trust."
"Yes. And to learn how the drug's effects actually manifest during intercourse, the clinical trials have to be conducted that way. Does that make sense to you?"
"Yes, sir."
Secretary Kim nodded.
"Your only jobs are your regular secretarial work and receiving my semen. There's no need for you to work naked like this."
"Then... you were testing me?"
"Testing is a bit strong. I'd call it faith."
"Sir? Faith?"
"My faith that you'd come marching into my office to call me out on it."
Han-seok gave a benevolent smile.
There we go. Even I have to admit, that sounded convincing.
"So you'd... thought it all through..."
"Come here. There's something new we should try. Perfectly safe, of course — it's part of the semen-receiving duties."
She shuffled over awkwardly.
Han-seok set the documents down on the bed and stripped off everything below the waist. His erect cock sprang free.
Perched on the edge of the bed, he had Secretary Kim kneel between his legs, then reached out and grabbed her breasts without warning.
She flinched in surprise.
"Come closer."
Han-seok drew her supple breasts together and slid his cock into the valley between them.
"There. Like that — squeeze it between your breasts and move up and down."
Gripping her own breasts with his cock trapped between them, Secretary Kim began to move, slowly.
"L-like this?"
"How does it feel?"
"It's... hot."
"Stick out your tongue and let your drool drip."
She obeyed, extending her tongue. A clear strand of saliva ran long from its tip.
The long rope of drool fell squarely onto the head of his cock, then ran down the shaft and pooled into the crevice of her breasts. Before long, the saliva had become a lubricant between her chest and his cock, and each stroke let out a wet, squelching sound.
"Now, keep that up until I come. You can move your whole body too if you like. I need to read through these documents."
"Huh?"
Secretary Kim froze, tongue still sticking out.
"Like I said, it's work — so just treat it professionally. You don't have to drool the whole time; just add more whenever it starts feeling dry."
Squeak, squeak.
From the valley of her bouncy breasts, the thick shaft rose and sank, rose and sank, over and over.
"A little faster."
Han-seok flipped through the documents, issuing instructions as he read.
"Yes, sir."
Secretary Kim began working her breasts up and down more quickly.
"Good. You're doing well. How is it? How does it feel?"
"Feel? It only feels good for you, sir."
"True. Once I come, I'll try out the new bed and put it in your pussy, so work hard. I took an EX69 earlier, too."
"If you say things like that, it sounds like I'm doing this because I want you to fuck me. It's work. Work."
"I like that professional attitude of yours. That's exactly why you're an employee I can trust."
"Um... do I have to keep going like this? It's tiring."
Secretary Kim slowed her pace, rocking his cock between her breasts with long, lazy strokes.
"Ah — if you'd rather suck it, go ahead. You just need to use your breasts when I'm about to come."
"Then I'll look like a secretary desperate to get her boss's cock in her mouth."
"Then just use your breasts."
"Aww. Honestly."
Secretary Kim grabbed her breasts again and started working them in earnest.
A few minutes passed like that.
Han-seok finished the documents and pushed them aside to one end of the bed.
Slurp. Slurp.
Secretary Kim was diligently sucking on his cock.
"Guess you really wanted to suck it after all."
"Pwah. I did not. I'm just trying to make you come faster..."
Han-seok took hold of both her nipples.
"I'm about to come, so use your breasts now."
"Yes, sir."
She gripped her own breasts and sandwiched his cock between them.
"Aahhn."
When he began toying with her nipples, Secretary Kim let out an involuntary moan.
Perhaps out of embarrassment, she clamped her breasts tight around his cock and pumped up and down.
"I'm coming."
"Yes, sir."
"Please come. Do it."
"Aww..."
"The faster you get me off, the sooner it's over for both of us, right?"
"...Please come, sir."
"Good girl."
His cock twitched between her breasts and spewed out thick white semen. Some of it splattered across her neck, some arced over her chest like a fountain.
Shot after shot after shot.
When it was over, her breasts — with his cock still wedged between them — were an absolute mess.
"Haah... haah... haah..."
Secretary Kim panted, her hot breath coming in gasps.
"I notice this every time, but you really do come an enormous amount. Other men aren't like this, are they?"
Her milky-white skin was plastered with cum. It ran down the curves of her breasts, and drops of it clung to each nipple, dangling there like ornaments.
"Believe me, I'd love to bend you over the new bed right now and give it to you from behind, but all that coming seems to have made me hungry. And it's just about lunchtime, isn't it."
"From beh— sir, you really don't have to do that kind of thing for me. It's what you want, isn't it?"
"Secretary Kim. I'm hungry."
"What should I order? You liked the salmon poke last time — should I get poke delivered?"
"No, I'll order. You go shower."
There was a shower room at the back of Han-seok's office.
"You could go first, sir."
"It's only on my dick."
"Shall I clean it with my mouth, then?"
"Next time, don't ask — just do it. ...Would you take that as a work instruction?"
"Yes, sir."
Secretary Kim immediately took his cum-covered cock into her mouth, sucking and licking it clean all over.
"Then I'll go wash up. Please place the order."
"Mm."
"Eek."
Cupping her breasts to keep the semen from dripping onto the floor, she shuffled slowly toward the shower room.
Five men sat in the quiet private room tucked into the back of an expensive barbecue restaurant, as such places always seemed to have. At a glance they looked to be all different ages, but every one of them was the same age.
"Why the hell isn't that bastard Lee Han-seok here yet?"
Lee Jong-man grumbled. The only one of the five who looked to be in his late twenties, he was the 'Lee' of Jeong-Lee-Sung, one of Korea's top three law firms, where he served as a partner attorney.
"He's on his way."
Han Dong-jin, branch manager of Baekjin Bank's Gangnam Branch, checked his phone and pushed up his glasses.
"I need a drink. Fuck."
As Lee Jong-man reached to pour soju into his water glass, Jin Hyun-woo next to him grabbed the bottle.
"Let me pour that for you."
"Appreciated. It's been a while, Pastor Jin."
Choi Won-sung, seated across the table, addressed him.
"Hyun-woo, you look even younger than the last time I saw you? Did you get another BD40?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. That makes two injections so far."
Lee Jong-man snorted into his soju.
"And you got them thanks to the money you made in real estate off of someone, didn't you?"
"Ahahahaha! All thanks to our esteemed attorney here. Hahaha!"
Jin Hyun-woo refilled Lee Jong-man's water glass with soju.
Han Dong-jin turned to Choi Won-sung.
"You never got a BD? Take out a loan if you have to. Even if 200's out of reach, at least get the 40. Keep dragging your feet and you're done for. You've got to take care of yourself while you're still young — even by a year."
"Ugh. You think I don't know that? You need money to get one. Even joining a relative's company with a hundred-million investment for an executive title, I get no respect. None."
"Want me to lend you some?"
"Oh? Seriously?"
"Baekjin Bank just launched a new BD loan product."
"You son of a bitch."
"Hahahahaha!"
Han Dong-jin burst out laughing.
Ha Kyeong-sik, who had been sitting quietly until then, finally spoke up.
"So we're just waiting on Han-seok now? Sung-chul and Min-jun aren't coming, right?"
"Would they come? Such illustrious gentlemen, gracing this shabby little gathering."
Choi Won-sung muttered.
Ha Kyeong-sik glanced around nervously before asking.
"What about Jae-hoon and Seok? They used to hang around with you guys."
The expressions of the other four darkened all at once.
Jin Hyun-woo answered.
"Jae-hoon says he's doing manual labor, so we stopped contacting him. And honestly, seeing the rest of us doing well would just put him in a bad mood, wouldn't it? Seok says his health is failing."
"Seok? Last I heard he was doing well as an MMA fighter, then opened his own gym."
"Yeah, but apparently — what was it again? Anyway, his health's bad. I don't know the details."
Beside them, Lee Jong-man fixed both eyes squarely on Ha Kyeong-sik.
"Kyeong-sik. What did you say you've been doing these days?"
Ha Kyeong-sik kneaded the back of his neck.
"Me? I worked at a company for a while, then crypto kind of took off for me by accident, so now I just trade coins from home."
Lee Jong-man tilted his head slightly.
"Hm. Apparently not well enough to afford a BD200, I take it."
"Well. No. But I've had two BD40 shots, same as Hyun-woo. Give it another year or so and I should be able to afford the remaining three."
"I hear there are group chats for crypto? Where people buy and sell information. I heard someone you know made quite a bit off one of those."
"That's right. Buying information is everything. You find out when a coin's listing on another exchange and buy in early, that's all it takes."
Choi Won-sung grabbed Ha Kyeong-sik's arm.
"Hey. Hey. Think you could share a little info with me?"
"What, and you'd rather I just hand you money instead?"
"You stingy bastard."
Han Dong-jin asked Ha Kyeong-sik a question.
"By the way, Kyeong-sik. You."
"Hm?"
"You think it's fine to meet Han-seok?"
"Huh? Why wouldn't it be? We were pretty close, you know?"
"We were. Pretty close. And after Sung-chul made Han-seok his target, you were the one who bullied him the hardest, weren't you?"
"Bullied him the hardest, my ass. Honestly, like any of you held back."
Lee Jong-man drained his full glass of soju in one go and said,
"Wow. Kyeong-sik makes a little money in crypto and suddenly he's not the man he used to be. I can feel the confidence radiating off him."
"Ahem."
Ha Kyeong-sik avoided Jong-man's eyes and pretended to check coin prices on his phone.
Lee Jong-man snickered.
"This bastard asked earlier whether Sung-chul and Min-jun were coming — I'm pretty sure that was him wanting to network his way up now that he's got money."
"Me? No, that's not—"
"Anyway, pal, you can't join our club."
"Wh... why not?"
"You've got one son, right?"
"Yeah."
"Ours is a Daughters Club. Look around. Min-jun has a daughter. I have a daughter. Every guy here has a daughter. Even Seok and Jae-hoon, who didn't come today — daughters, both of them."
"What kind of rule is that? It just happened to work out that way, didn't it? And what about Sung-chul? He doesn't have one, does he?"
A brief silence fell, and odd looks were exchanged around the table.
Lee Jong-man exploded.
"You bastard. Sung-chul is Sung-chul."
The room went quiet.
After a moment, Han Dong-jin spoke.
"I was... planning to apologize to Han-seok. When he gets here. For the bullying."
Jin Hyun-woo, Choi Won-sung, and Ha Kyeong-sik all turned to stare at him at once.
Lee Jong-man said,
"The second his daughter comes up, this is what happens to the guy."
Han Dong-jin, reading Jong-man's expression, pressed on.
"It's not like that. Han-seok — no kid at that age should have lived like he did. How do I put it... I saw him yesterday, and honestly, I felt kind of sorry for him."
Lee Jong-man rolled his neck a full turn with a weary look on his face.
"Give me a break."
The room fell quiet again.
Lee Jong-man looked at Han Dong-jin as he spoke.
"This bastard's scared, that's what it is. Yu-na's just starting to get popular as an idol now. And Dong-jin here shows up on terrestrial TV as an economic panelist, and people go on about 'Mr. Economy' this and that — he's got a bit of a name for himself. You started a YouTube channel too, didn't you?"
"..."
"You're afraid of what Han-seok might do. A guy with nothing to lose."
"It's not that... there's just something about that bastard that feels off to me."
Han Dong-jin said, his face uneasy.
Just then, the door to the room slid open.
"Wow. You all look like you've been doing well."
It was Lee Han-seok.