Idol Han Yu-na Swallowing Han-seok's Cum
“Huh? Why?”
Yu-na didn't have the faintest idea that the person Han-seok was talking to on the phone was her own father.
She'd simply assumed it was a work call, so she kept sucking as quietly as she possibly could, careful not to disturb him.
“Talk.”
[It's about a call I got from Seok a few days ago.]
Listening to Han Dong-jin speak so earnestly, utterly oblivious to what his own daughter was doing at that very moment, Han-seok couldn't help but let out a small snort of laughter.
“What did he say?”
[He asked if you'd gone to visit his daughter.]
“What the hell. Why would I go visit anyone?”
(Why bother visiting when she shows up to work on her own?) — that part went unsaid.
[Seok said you came looking for him and asked if he was Ban Seok's daughter.]
“The guy's supposedly sick. Maybe the delirium's finally set in.”
[Right?]
“If you don't have a reason for calling, I'm hanging up.”
[Um. Hey, about that thing—]
Han Dong-jin seemed to want to keep the conversation going.
Han-seok began to move his hips, slowly.
Yu-na froze the bobbing of her head and simply received the cock as it slid into her mouth.
Saliva dripped down through the gap between her lascivious lips.
“What.”
[That... thing... Are you going to do it to Ban Seok too?]
“What thing?”
Han-seok knew perfectly well what ‘that thing’ meant — revenge, or payback — but he played dumb on purpose.
[That... Is Ban Seok next after Kang Jae-hoon?]
“He's no trouble — he'll come on his own. And next was always supposed to be you.”
He looked down.
Yu-na was clutching Han-seok's thigh with both hands.
As she squeezed his cock tight with her lips and looked up at him, her eyes grew slightly hazy.
Han-seok gave a small nod.
Her hips shuddered even as she kept his cock in her mouth, and a fountain burst from her pussy.
“Mmph.”
A soft moan was swallowed whole beneath the tiny sound.
Her hips convulsing, Yu-na spilled her juices onto the floor again and again — and the entire time, she never stopped sucking Han-seok's cock.
[Me? You mean me?]
“Well, Yu-na told me you spilled everything the moment she asked.”
Yu-na looked up at Han-seok.
Han-seok wound the leash attached to her dog collar around his hand and took up the slack.
Pulling the leash taut, he began pistoning into Yu-na's mouth-pussy.
Yu-na offered her mouth as quietly as she could manage.
[Y-yeah. I told Yu-na everything. Honestly, it wasn't easy.]
“I know. I'll let it slide.”
Han-seok yanked the leash hard.
The cock plunged deep into Han Yu-na's mouth and she jolted.
Gripping Han-seok's thighs tightly, she squeezed her eyes shut.
And then—
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
The sounds came.
[Yeah. Sorry for calling when you're busy.]
Swallowing his cum, Yu-na found she couldn't manage any more and pulled the cock from her mouth.
“Pwaheee.”
Her effort to stay as quiet as possible was almost commendable.
A long strand of white cum trickled down her outstretched tongue.
Still holding the cock that kept twitching and spitting out semen, she aimed it at her own chest and shook it.
Cum splattered wildly across her snow-white breasts.
Yu-na, a long rope of semen dangling from her lips, looked up at him.
“I'm hanging up.”
Click.
Han-seok ended the call and tossed his phone toward the sofa.
“Seriously? That was my dad?”
Han-seok wiped the cum from the corner of Yu-na's mouth with his thumb.
He brought the finger to her lips.
She hesitated for a moment, then shyly sucked the cum from his thumb.
Her breasts were a mess of semen.
White cum sat pooled over her pale-pink areolas and nipples.
He pulled his thumb free and tugged the leash.
As she started to rise, Han-seok spoke.
“Yu-na. You're wearing your leash right now, aren't you?”
“Haaah. Haaah.”
Yu-na had good instincts and quick reflexes.
She immediately dropped to all fours on the floor like a dog, panting with her tongue out.
When Han-seok pulled the leash taut, the idol Han Yu-na arched her back.
He patted the sofa twice, and she climbed up and lay down on it.
Every movement was as lewd as a genuine four-legged beast in heat.
Yu-na presented her ass in the doggy position.
Han-seok gave her exactly what she wanted, sliding his massive cock into her gaping, fluttering pussy hole.
“Haang.”
When he pulled the leash, Yu-na's head tipped back.
“Heungh.”
“Yu-na.”
“Yes-sir.”
With his cock buried deep inside Han Yu-na's pussy, Han-seok said:
“Come by the office when you have time. I'll show you what we do there, and let you meet the girls.”
“Yes. I'll come.”
Han-seok began pistoning into the idol's pussy.
“You move too.”
“Yes.”
Just as she'd learned at the movie theater, she rocked her hips backward.
The custom-developed flesh moved in perfect sync with the rhythm of his thick cock plunging in and out.
It was the sense of tempo worthy of a professional idol singer.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. Aaang.”
Her head thrown back, Yu-na moaned on the beat.
Her cum-drenched breasts jiggled and bounced.
Semen that had slid down the curve of her chest gathered at the tip of her nipple and hung down in a long, glistening strand.
The wet slapping sounds echoed through the living room.
Yu-na felt like she was floating.
The two problems she'd been agonizing over had been solved in one stroke.
The first plan: since ajusshi had said he wanted her genuine, unpolished self rather than an artificial performance (which had never happened), she didn't need to keep it up anymore.
Even when he's fucking me looking like this — cheap and drenched in cum — ajusshi still likes me.
He likes me — gulping down his semen over and over while my father listens on the phone.
Yu-na felt certain of it now.
The second plan.
If she wanted to visit DB Pharmaceuticals, she could now do so anytime.
She set aside the pointless worries and resolved to focus solely on her time with ajusshi.
She surrendered herself completely to this thick cock that overwhelmed her utterly the moment it entered her body.
The emptiness that crept in when she finished her frantic schedule and came home to sit alone in the dark.
Because the only way she'd ever found to beat it was to remember these hours spent with ajusshi.
A few days later.
21st-floor office.
Secretary Kim was preparing the documents for the morning report to the boss, while across from her, Kang A-jin was calculating the staff's overtime hours and pay.
Ban Do-ah, using the corner of her desk partition to shield her screen, was watching a Short titled [Top 10 Weird Things From the Old Days] on her phone.
People make videos like this and actually make money. Wow.
She swiped to the next Short with her thumb.
[Compilation of Monster Ju-hee Raging]
“Oh. Nice. Nice. Guys, this time I've got it in the bag. Huh? Whaaat?!”
A cute-looking girl was playing a game when her character suddenly died.
She slammed her fist down on the keyboard without warning.
“You piece of shit!”
BANG.
Keyboard keys went flying like shrapnel.
The chat flooded with “lmao” and “roflmao.”
Do-ah fiddled with her wireless earphones and swiped to the next Short.
God, that's chaotic.
Just then, the office door swung open.
“Good morning.”
It was Lee Han-seok.
A carrier filled with coffee hung from his hand.
Do-ah, with her lightning-fast reflexes, put her phone down and picked up a pen.
She stared at the map still displayed on her screen and pretended to be deep in thought about something.
Secretary Kim and Kang A-jin rose from their seats and bowed.
“You're in early today, boss.”
“Good morning.”
Ban Do-ah, seated closest to the entrance, also stood and gave a small bow.
She naturally took the coffee carrier Han-seok held out to her.
“Strawberry yogurt for A-jin only, Americano for the rest.”
The employees gathered around, each holding their drink, and got their caffeine fix.
With his hands tucked into his training pants, Han-seok stared at Ban Do-ah's PC screen.
Do-ah, seated in her chair, kept glancing back at him.
“Wh-what is it?”
“Nothing, keep going. I want to see what you're up to.”
Han-seok smiled brightly.
Do-ah didn't really have anything to do.
Normally she'd be doing the rounds of the buildings with Secretary Kim around this time, but today was the day she was scheduled to go with the boss, so until he arrived there was genuinely nothing on her plate.
Do-ah, at a loss, searched the area near the company on a portal site's map.
“Looking for a good restaurant?”
“Huh? No, just...”
“Wage thief apprehended.
Find us a good restaurant for all of us to go to for lunch tomorrow.”
“...Yes, sir.”
Do-ah shut her eyes tight at some inexplicable sense of humiliation.
Han-seok headed into his private office, saying:
“Secretary Kim.”
“Yes.”
Secretary Kim followed him in carrying the morning report materials.
Secretary Kim was straddling Lee Han-seok's thighs as he sat on the sofa.
Unusually, the two of them were both still fully dressed.
Instead, Secretary Kim's white shirt hung open, and one breast had slipped free of her sky-blue bra.
Han-seok grabbed that breast and was sucking on her nipple.
Secretary Kim adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses and kept reading through the morning report.
“...So I'm planning to place the order for the vehicle you mentioned by end of day.”
With a wet pop, Han-seok released her nipple from his mouth and flicked it teasingly with the tip of his tongue.
“One car won't be enough, I think.”
“That's a fair point. The headcount's grown, and there are times we need multiple vehicles at once. However—”
“However?”
“Given your size, sir, ordering the smallest compact car on the market feels like it's being needlessly spiteful.”
“You girls can ride around in it.”
“And what happens if a situation comes up where all of us need to be in the car at once?”
“Hmm.”
Han-seok pulled his tongue away from her nipple.
Secretary Kim's nipple, glistening with his saliva, gleamed in the light.
Secretary Kim continued.
“Say you, me, A-jin, Dr. Jang, and Ban Do-ah — five of us — decide to drive somewhere far for lunch in the company vehicle we currently have.”
“Two in the driver's seat and the passenger seat, then three on the cargo mat. That works.”
“Three people riding on a cargo mat, sir?”
“What? It's spacious. There'd be room left over even with all five of us.”
“It's not about the space. If you're one of the three back there, sir, it feels like an immediate threesome is about to happen.”
“What a lewd demon I've hired. Secretary Kim.
I'll just take the driver's seat.”
“Then those three would feel like slaves with no seats being hauled off to be sold somewhere.”
“Ah, Secretary Kim. You're merciless.
Fine. Look into an SUV then. Around six seats. Nothing bigger.”
“Yes. I've already placed the order.”
“Figured as much. Done?”
Han-seok started sucking her nipple again.
“Mm... yes. I've reported only the essentials, so please read through the remaining details in these documents. And, um.”
Han-seok lifted his mouth from her nipple.
“What?”
“Before I go out... could I have two minutes?”
“Yeah. Go ahead.”
Han-seok nodded readily.
Secretary Kim climbed down from atop him.
Han-seok rose from the sofa.
“How do you want it?”
Secretary Kim knelt before the standing Han-seok.
He began reading through the documents she'd prepared, one page at a time.
Secretary Kim skillfully pulled down his training pants and underwear, took his cock in hand, and stroked it.
Reading the documents, Han-seok spoke.
“Yu-na started shooting her drama?”
“Yes. She said she began filming yesterday.”
Secretary Kim took her boss's cock into her mouth and began moving her head.
Han-seok asked.
“How is it? The taste?”
“Hm? Oh... it's delicious?”
Secretary Kim pushed her glasses up and answered analytically.
“No, I mean — is it the pre-cum of an EX74 user? Or an EX69 one?”
“EX74, I'd say? Though I certainly enjoy your EX69 too, sir. Yes, 74?”
“Yep.”
“What's the occasion? You've been on the 69 regimen all week.”
“I'll time the two minutes, so suck your fill before we go.”
“Really? Thank you, sir.”
While Han-seok flipped through the documents, the only sounds in the office were Secretary Kim sucking and licking his cock and balls from every angle.
A little later.
Knock knock.
Came a knock at the door.
Han-seok answered without looking up from the documents.
“Yeah, come in. Lots to see today, apparently.”
The door opened.
Ban Do-ah discovered Secretary Kim with her mouth around her boss's cock and nearly jumped out of her skin.
Han-seok asked.
“Oh. What is it?”
“Um... it's time for your morning schedule, sir.”
“Ah, let's push that to the afternoon. Do-ah, come in here.”
“Sir?”
“Hurry up.”
“Yes, sir...”
Ban Do-ah closed the office door and approached quietly.
Flipping to the next page, Han-seok spoke to Secretary Kim.
“Secretary Kim. Do-ah's been helping with the experiments lately.
Teach her how to give a blowjob. She's never done it before.”
“Oh. Really?”
Secretary Kim brightened.
Still gripping the thick cock, she scooted slightly to the side, making room.
“Right here.”
“...Yes.”
Taking the hint, Do-ah knelt down beside Secretary Kim.