Inside Do-ah
"Nngh. Nngh. Nngh."
Do-ah kept moving her hips without pause. She had come to accept the fact that it felt good whenever her boss's cock slid inside her.
"Hard at work, I see."
"I'm just trying to finish quickly."
"Try kissing me."
"You've got a weird sense of order, boss."
"Figured we'd do it properly, even if it's late."
Ban Do-ah stopped her hips and took Han-seok's face in both hands. She tilted her head at an awkward angle and pressed her lips against his.
A peck. Then she pulled away.
"What was that?"
"What do you mean?"
It was an innocent little kiss, almost impossible to believe coming from a female whose pussy was swallowing his cock while her juices drooled down around it.
"Again. Not a peck this time. You know what I mean."
She wrapped both arms around his neck and took his mouth. Han-seok pressed one heavy hand against the back of Do-ah's head and slipped his tongue between her lips.
Startled for a moment, she flinched at the unfamiliar sensation the instant his tongue touched hers — but soon she was naturally tangling with him, learning the rhythm of it. There was still something clumsy in the way she moved, but she turned her head this way and that, savoring his tongue and lips, and gradually the arms around him lost their stiffness.
When their tangled tongues finally parted, a long strand of saliva stretched between them before snapping. Do-ah stared down at him, her face flushed deep red.
"Boss."
"Hmm?"
"So, this is — normally... when does it end? Do you have to... finish? Come, I mean?"
"Usually, yeah."
He pointed at her lower belly.
"Today, it ends when I dump my cum right here."
"Because from where I'm standing, it still looks like your real goal isn't drug testing at all — it's enjoying the bodies of your female employees. Including me."
"Once you've gotten used to doing this with me, you'll take the drug and we'll try all kinds of things. You'll understand when we get there. Ah — so the boss had a grand plan all along."
"Then until I understand that grand plan — I can be grateful you gave my dad BD200, but still find you disgusting inside. Is that allowed?"
"Sure. That's fine. Thanks for being honest with me, actually."
"What you gave BD Dad, I'm genuinely thankful for."
"Don't try to find out about my business with your father. I'm telling you that for your own good. You'll learn someday anyway. As far as I'm concerned, you did what a daughter had to do."
"Yes."
Her answer was short.
"I'll set you up with an officetel. Use it whenever commuting becomes a pain."
"I heard I had to work three months. You had a faster way after all."
"Well, you should head home too. Should we keep going?"
"Yes. Though this position is a surprisingly good workout."
Ban Do-ah was crouched over him in a near-squat, her thigh muscles standing out in sharp relief.
"Grab your chest for me."
"Like how? Like this?"
Do-ah gripped one of Han-seok's shoulders with one hand and seized her own breast with the other. Her peach-colored nipples stood out stiff and proud.
"Feed it to my mouth and keep going. Come on. Ah—"
Han-seok opened wide.
"You really are disgusting, you know?"
Do-ah pressed her nipple into his mouth. Han-seok sealed his lips around it and sucked hard.
"Hngh."
She began moving her hips again. The muscles of her thighs bulged. When he rolled her nipple around with his tongue, Do-ah threw her head back and ground down onto him, mouth open — but she held back her moans.
Pretending this was all an obligation, she was nonetheless already in the perfect posture of a good female working to earn his seed. She kept bucking without rest, and when Han-seok finally released her nipple from his mouth, she lowered her head from where it had been tilted back.
"Haah. Haah. Haah."
He tickled her saliva-slick nipple with the tip of his tongue.
"Getting better at this."
"Nngh. You're seriously such a pervert, boss."
"Hearing that makes me want to come. Want to get down like you did at the start?"
Do-ah climbed off him and got on her hands and knees. Just as she'd been taught, she pushed her hips up and back prettily, the muscles along her spine on full display. Han-seok didn't bother teasing — he drove straight into her hole and kept pistoning.
"Haah. Haah. Haah. Haah."
The front-facing mirror caught everything — Ban Do-ah with her mouth half open, drunk on cock.
"Give me your arms."
Han-seok took hold of the arms braced against the floor and pulled them back behind her. Her spine arched like a drawn bow, chest thrust forward. Then he began slamming into her hard enough that the wet slap of flesh echoed through the gym.
Do-ah's ass shook like a drum being beaten.
"Haah. Haah. Haah."
She was so focused on suppressing her moans that she failed to notice her own face reflected in the mirror. Her breasts swayed shamelessly with every thrust, her eyes gone half-glazed, drowning in pleasure.
"Look at our Do-ah working so hard. Seok really ought to see this."
Only then did she find herself in the mirror. Herself — being fucked by her company's boss, her father's old classmate, and enjoying it.
Do-ah's brow furrowed.
"Ahh. You really are repulsive, boss."
"Coming, Do-ah."
"Hnngh."
Han-seok yanked her arms back and dumped his cum deep inside her pussy.
"Haahn!"
The moan she'd been swallowing finally burst out of her.
"Ah. Do-ah. Ahh. So good."
He kept thrusting into the cum-flooded heat of her without slowing. Do-ah threw her head back and wailed.
"Aaaaahhhhhn!"
White fluid gushed from her hole with every deep drive of his cock. Han-seok pushed his hips in until he reached her very deepest point, then slowly drew himself out — the crown of his cock scraping up the seed pooled at her core.
"Aaahn!"
The moment he slid free, her hips convulsed and a fountain sprayed from her urethra. Because he still had both her arms held back in his grip, Han-seok watched the whole scene unfold in the mirror, unobstructed.
"Haah. Haah. Haah. Haah."
Do-ah breathed hard, chest heaving.
"You okay?"
Han-seok asked. She just nodded without a word.
"Can you stand? Let's go wash up."
"Hngh."
He pulled her upright and led her to the shower room. The boxing ring was a wreck of semen, love juices, and the water she'd sprayed. The two of them stepped inside and the door closed.
Soon the sound of running water came from within, along with voices.
"Why? What? You want to go again?"
"Hands on the wall, push that ass out. Good. Going in."
"Nngh."
A moment later, the rhythmic slapping of flesh rang out of the shower room loud enough to reach the far end of the gym.
Han Dong-jin was watching TV in the living room after dinner with his wife. There wasn't any particular program on. He just channel-surfed, and everywhere he turned — variety shows, commercials, music programs — there was his daughter. Even when he opened the app and scrolled the trending videos, at least one clip featuring her was always there. That alone was enough to keep the smiles on the couple's faces from fading.
They told themselves it was pride — the simple joy of watching a daughter who was their own flesh and blood make it big. The truth was something less tender: somewhere in their unconscious, her success was wired directly to the next BD40 injection coming their way, and every glimpse of her thriving fed a quiet, animal reassurance that they would keep on surviving.
Han Dong-jin's phone rang.
He reached for the phone, then froze. What now? What could it be about? He'd heard it was an incurable disease that left the man unable to move his muscles — was he calling to borrow money? Or...
Lee Han-seok?
Lee Han-seok had said it himself: I'll start with the one who's easiest to kill. He'd never come out and said it directly, but he'd dropped hints that he'd already dealt with Kang Jae-hoon. So who would be the next easiest? Ban Seok.
"Tch."
Han Dong-jin had convinced himself he was now riding Lee Han-seok's good graces. Confess your sins to your daughter and I'll spare you, the man had said — that on the Song Jin-ah case, he'd merely watched from the sidelines. But since it wouldn't do to cross Lee Han-seok, he'd been told to tell Yuna that her father had learned he was every bit as bad as the rest of them.
"Okay, Dad. Got it. Don't worry."
That had been it. Lee Han-seok never came by, never called again. In a sense, thanks to Yuna, he'd crossed a bridge that could have ended in his death. Better still, after that Yuna had debuted solo and was racing down a path of success even clearer than before.
"Dad, things are seriously going well for me. Isn't your friend looking out for me from behind the scenes? Before the drama, he told me I was going to make it big. That man."
Just as Yuna said, he'd caught himself wondering whether mending ties with that man had been what opened the door to her success. The more she succeeded, the more the public loved her, the more attention the drama in production would gather. A star of Han Yuna's magnitude only needed a fair wind at her back — success had been a foregone conclusion. The only thing missing had been someone to blow that wind. And the one who could do it wasn't Ahn Sung-chul. It was Lee Han-seok.
Han-seok... let's see this through to the end.
He answered the call.
"Hey, Seok-ah."
[Dong-jin-ah. Been keeping well?]
"Getting by. You? How's the body holding up?"
[Ah... it might actually be getting better.]
Might be? Weren't you supposed to be incurable. What was that supposed to mean? Before he could even ask, the man got to his point.
[Hey. Lee Han-seok showed up.]
Figures.
"Ah. Han-seok."
[You knew?]
"Met him a while back, yeah."
[Why didn't you tell me?]
"Tell you what, exactly."
[Isn't he here to pull something on us?]
"What did Han-seok say to you?"
[No, we didn't meet face to face. But he came up to Do-ah near my place and asked if she was Ban Seok's daughter. Creepy son of a bitch, right?]
"Hm. Really? So you haven't actually met him?"
[Have you?]
"Yeah, I met him. Ahem. He didn't seem to hold much of a grudge. Looked like he'd just moved on with his life."
[Then why the hell is he going after Do-ah? Bastard.]
Now that he thought about it, the pattern was obvious — Lee Han-seok approached the daughter first, then let the daughter learn what her father had done, and let the revenge unfold from there. Han Dong-jin had been spared only because he happened to have a good daughter, Yuna, who couldn't be swayed by the man.
"Listen, Han-seok's probably after your money. He plays it like he came near your daughter for revenge, just to scare you into paying. That guy got sucked into online gambling and went completely off the rails."
[...Really?]
"Just meet him, play up how sick you are, how bad your finances are — work the sympathy. Tell him all you've got is about fifty grand in pocket money. He'll grin, take it, and after that he won't bother showing up again."
[Fuck. And here I was worrying over nothing. Why would you pay him? You just beat the crap out of him a few times and send him on his way.]
"Hmm..."
[Anyway, got it. Oh — and like I said, I might actually get better.]
"Yeah?"
[Mm. It's still fifty-fifty, but there's a real chance of treatment now.]
"Good for you."
[If I pull through, let's all get together. Grab a face-to-face.]
"We should."
[Hanging up.]
"Yeah. Take care of yourself."
Click. The line went dead. Han Dong-jin snorted a laugh and tossed the phone onto one end of the sofa.
On the TV, Yuna was selling cosmetics with the bright, guileless smile of a girl next door.