Do-ah Works Out with the Boss After Hours
Han-seok's lips curled into a bitter sneer.
"That's it — let go of me, you lackey bastard. Ahn Sung-chul's lapdog."
The hand gripping his collar was trembling. Ban Seok slowly lowered him back to the floor.
"Enjoying the show? Get lost, you fuckers!"
At Ban Seok's shout, the students who had gathered to watch scattered like insects. Once the hallway fell quiet, Ban Seok shoved Han-seok back against the wall with the same hand that had held his collar.
"Watch yourself. For real. Keep running that mouth and you could actually end up dead."
Han-seok slid his hand into his pocket.
"Wonder what's in there?" Ban Seok scoffed, then dropped his voice low.
"Ah. Yesterday, walking home after Sung-chul and the guys — Song Jin-ah was up ahead by herself. Me and the guys made a bet about her chest. I went first and got a feel. Damn — those things were huge."
Han-seok's jaw clenched as he threw a punch. Ban Seok caught his arm effortlessly — brass knuckles gleaming on his fingers.
"She told us to stop, so I was gonna quit. Honest. But you know how that stupid girl is — she can't hear worth a damn, and she talks all weird, like, 'uu-uh.' Right?"
Han-seok lunged at him, but Ban Seok swept his leg and sent him crashing into the corridor floor. Then he planted a foot on Han-seok's throat. Han-seok writhed in agony.
"Khh—"
"Pathetic. A nobody. You and me are gonna do this a lot from now on. Got it?"
A teacher came running. "Hey! What's going on over there!"
Ban Seok clicked his tongue and glared at him. The teacher hesitated — and didn't come any closer. Ban Seok tsked once more and walked into the classroom.
"Get in the classroom, all of you! Class is starting!"
The teacher never approached. He simply stood in front of the staff office, urging the boy lying collapsed in the hallway to hurry inside.
That was all.
"Thanks to having a good daughter, your old man got to try a shot worth a billion won. What was the boss's name again?"
"Mm. Mr. James... Park."
"Mr. James Park. I'd love to meet him in person and thank him properly. But you say that's not allowed?"
"Right. He doesn't speak much Korean, and he doesn't like meeting people. He's all work, nothing else. Don't worry about it, Dad. It's a benefit they give the staff anyway — I just have to work hard enough to earn it."
"I still don't know if your old man deserved to get this shot. You and your mother should be getting it too."
Ban Seok was quiet for a moment before he spoke again.
"It won't happen, will it?"
"Dad. You don't even know if you're going to survive yet — what are you talking about? You barely qualified for this one as it is."
Her father's absurd greed left Do-ah feeling briefly speechless.
"Yeah. You're right. I just... got greedy for a second there. Is the work treating you okay?"
"It is. I keep telling you — it's a perfect fit for me. I get to use my body just enough. It's fulfilling. And the boss really likes me, you know?"
"That's a relief. What a relief. I was afraid I'd die and leave our Do-ah behind like this."
"Why would you die? Don't lose hope, Dad. Eat clean for the whole month, keep your mind at ease. And instant coffee is banned. Got it?"
"Right."
"I want to live to see our Do-ah get married. Watch you have kids, grow old side by side with your husband."
Do-ah stared at the kitchen table in silence.
When she got to work tomorrow, she would have to give her body to her father's friend — the boss — whenever he wanted. Not only did it come with the convenient excuse of an "experiment," it had only been her first time, and yet yesterday had felt better than she'd expected. Besides, the muscular Lee Han-seok she'd seen in the ring yesterday was... she hated to admit it, but exactly her type.
Could what her father wanted actually happen? She didn't even know what had passed between the two men yet.
Do-ah opened her mouth.
"Dad."
"Hmm?"
"Do you happen to know someone named Lee Han-seok?"
"What?"
Ban Seok's face warped in an instant. Both eyes trembled. He was terrified.
"I was buying eggs earlier, coming into the apartment complex, when someone called out to me. Some man with glasses. Said his name was Lee Han-seok and asked if I was your daughter."
"And? And what did you say? Where did that bastard go? Did he see you coming here? Did he follow you?"
Ban Seok shot up from his chair and rushed out to the veranda, staring out the window.
"Fuck. Because of Kang Jae-hoon — because of that bastard, I've grown a tail. Of all the times."
Her father, who almost never swore, fumbled around muttering things she couldn't make sense of.
Then she remembered what Lee Han-seok had said to her.
— Can you handle it?
— If you can handle it, go ahead and tell him.
— He might tell you to stop giving your old man the shots. Would that be all right with you?
Do-ah swallowed hard.
There's something going on between them.
She set down the chopsticks she'd been eating with.
"Dad."
"Huh? Ah — it's nothing. He's a friend of your father's, a real prankster. I'll give him a call later. Let's eat."
"I should head to the office. He told me to come watch you get your BD injection, so he gave me time off. If I show up late without paying attention, he told me to come in the afternoon — I can't push it."
"Really? Makes sense. When you get off the subway after work, call me. I'll come pick you up."
Do-ah smiled. "Since when?"
"If my daughter's walking home alone at night, I worry. Call me. Okay?"
"Okay. I'm off. You got your shot, so rest up today."
"Mm. Be careful out there, sweetheart."
Click.
Do-ah left, and the door closed behind her. Ban Seok stared blankly at the door for a long while.
Then he locked every bolt on it. And searched through the contacts on his phone.
[Han Dong-jin]
Ban Seok pressed the call button.
Lee Han-seok's office.
Outside, the snow was falling in a maddening swirl. He was staring gravely at his computer monitor, deliberating over something.
"Hmm."
Secretary Kim stepped into the office, snow dusting her hair.
"Sir."
"Yes?"
"I've finished visiting all the buildings scheduled for this afternoon, together with Do-ah."
"Anything unusual?"
"No, sir."
"Trekking around in this snow — you've worked hard. What time is it? Five? Leave early today. Send Jang Eun-ha a text telling her to go home too."
"Understood, sir."
He stopped Secretary Kim just as she was turning to leave.
"Hold on, Secretary Kim. Come here a second."
"Yes, sir."
She hurried over in her high heels, her breasts swaying with each step. Han-seok pointed at the monitor.
"Which one's better? The color. White? Black?"
Secretary Kim looked at the screen. Displayed there was an SM play collar — a posture collar. She rested her chin on her hand, deliberating.
"Hmm..."
"You two will be the ones wearing them, so choose carefully."
"Why not buy both, sir?"
"Well... when you put it that way."
"Yes. They'd come in handy for a threesome, like last time."
"True. That's our Secretary Kim for you."
"Then, if you'll excuse me—"
Secretary Kim bowed.
"Head straight home."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh — have Ban Do-ah come in."
"Understood."
Not long after she left, Ban Do-ah entered. Jeans, a black turtleneck, a black jacket. A boyish yet pretty face. Then his eyes caught the line of her chest and her hips.
"You called for me, sir?"
"Has everyone left?"
"...Yes."
"Ban Do-ah. I'm just going to call you Do-ah."
"Okay."
Ban Do-ah nodded as if it were nothing.
"Do-ah. Want to get some exercise in before you go?"
"..."
"Go change, warm up, and wait for me. I'll be along soon. We'll work out together, like yesterday."
"...Yes, sir."
She bowed and turned to go. Her jeans hugged her ass, full and round. Once Ban Do-ah was gone and the office door had clicked quietly shut—
A little later. The gym.
Tracksuit, leggings, and a tank top lay strewn across the boxing ring. Han-seok was taking Ban Do-ah from behind, her naked body prone beneath him. Every time he moved, gripping her slim waist, her breasts swung with a lewd slap of flesh against his hips.
Do-ah bit down hard on her lower lip, forcing herself to make no sound at all.
"Tilt your hips up a little — let those glutes show. There. You're better than yesterday. You'll adapt fast."
When he slowed his thrusting, Do-ah parted her lips and let out a hot breath. The arousal welling from inside her ran down the length of Han-seok's cock, dripping from his balls to the canvas below.
Han-seok kneaded her ass as he spoke.
"Anything you're curious about? Like — so sex is supposed to feel this good? Or — it's my first time, but your cock feels amazing, is that normal?"
"You're very self-conscious, sir."
"Because our Do-ah's pussy feels incredible. Keep this up and I'll forget you're Ban Seok's daughter."
Han-seok drove his thick cock all the way to the deepest part of her. Do-ah's back arched.
"Nnngh."
"Even the way you hold back your moans is cute."
"Ugh... hnn... can I ask you one thing?"
"Go ahead."
"There's a bed in your office. Why here of all places?"
"Because if we're doing it out here, and some employee who clocked out comes back for a forgotten umbrella or something — they'll see us right away."
"...And that means?"
"It's to turn you on."
"It doesn't turn me on."
"Hmm. You shouldn't lie. I'm inside your body right now. I can feel it — how much you're loving this."
"Hnn... and I can feel how much you're enjoying it, sir. Fucking an employee young enough to be your daughter."
"Yeah. I am. Funny how mixing bodies gets the heart talking too. Turn around."
Han-seok pulled out. Do-ah rolled over. She pretended not to see the mess she'd smeared across the canvas seconds ago while her father's friend had been pounding into her.
Han-seok shifted to the side and sat propped against the ropes, bracing himself on the floor behind him with both arms. His cock stood pointing at the ceiling.
"Come up here."
Do-ah climbed over his thighs. The wetness seeping from between her legs ran down the insides of her thighs.
"Squat. Lower yourself and put it in yourself."
She spread her legs into an M and crouched, taking hold of his cock in her hand.
"Your hands are cold."
Do-ah bit her lower lip. She gripped him and rubbed the head against her slit, until the tip caught at her entrance. Then she lowered her hips, sinking down slowly.
"Aaah."
A moan escaped her before she could stop it. The thick shaft slid up into her, dragging along her inner walls. In the gym's mirrored wall, she could see herself from behind — hips lowered, taking the cock of a man old enough to be her father into her own pussy.
Do-ah placed both hands on Han-seok's broad chest, then flinched at the awkwardness and pulled them away, flustered, not knowing where to put them.
Han-seok said, "Hold me."
Do-ah wrapped her arms around him. Their breathing mingled, close enough to feel.
"Hnn... hnn... hnn..."
"Move."
She held still for a moment, then slowly began to lift and lower her hips.
"That's it."
A few more strokes—
"Aaahn!"
Do-ah couldn't hold it in any longer and cried out, clinging tight to Han-seok as she rode him, again and again.