Do-ah Refuses to Be His Woman
"I'll be back."
"We'll be going now."
Han-seok and Do-ah stepped out of the office together, rode the elevator side by side. Do-ah was wearing Secretary Kim's H-line skirt.
"This is the first time I've seen you in a skirt. It suits you. Wear one more often."
"Pants are just more comfortable."
She said it flatly, without looking at him.
"How many minutes does it take to drive there?"
"About ten."
"Hmm. That's a bit awkward."
"Sorry? What is?"
The car pulled out onto the road, and the AI in the driver's seat spoke up.
Clothes lay scattered across the mat behind the driver's seat. Han-seok was buried inside Do-ah in the missionary position, driving into her with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Nngh."
Legs spread for her boss, Do-ah swallowed her moans as he pistoned into her. Every time Han-seok rolled his hips, the wet slap of flesh echoed through the car and her breasts swayed with the impact. He began to thrust harder.
"Mmmmmh—"
Lips clamped shut, Do-ah arched her back. Each time his cock sank into her, her juices gushed out around it without fail.
Han-seok slowed his hips.
"You look pretty when you're holding it in."
"Holding in what, exactly?"
Panting, her face flushed red, she looked away.
"How's Ban Seok doing? Is his body holding up?"
"Why do you ask all of a sudden?"
"Just curious."
"He's improved a little, but the doctor says we need to watch him for at least another month..."
Do-ah met his eyes again.
"Have you mentioned my name to him?"
"I can hardly ask my father what he did to you, can I?"
"If you think you could handle the answer."
"..."
"So. Do-ah. Are you grateful to me?"
She looked away again.
"Not grateful at all, I see."
"That's why I'm doing this for you, isn't it?"
"Is that so?"
Han-seok pulled out and climbed off her, settling onto the mat with his buttocks planted and his legs spread wide.
"Come here and suck."
Raising herself up, she shot him—and his massive cock—a look of pure contempt, then bent down and lowered herself before him. Do-ah opened her mouth as she crouched, and Han-seok took hold of himself and pressed the head against her lips. Without hesitation, she closed her mouth around the glans and began to bob her head.
"Make me come in five minutes."
With his cock in her mouth, Do-ah furrowed her brow and glanced up at him.
"Good. Keep looking at me while you do it."
"Mm."
Glaring up at him, she worked her head faster.
"You're getting good at this."
Han-seok smoothed her hair back for her. The head of his cock slid in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm.
"If you make me come, will you swallow?"
"Pwha— make you come?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm... well... Dr. Jang said that once I can take it in my mouth, you'll take EX74 and start the real experiment. Though honestly, I can't tell if it's a genuine experiment or if you just want an excuse to fuck me."
Even as she grumbled, her tongue absently lapped up the bead of precum leaking from his slit. The way her eyes kept drifting back to his cock mid-mutter was almost cute. Han-seok chuckled. He waved the hand gripping his shaft back and forth in front of her face—and Do-ah, unprompted, seemed to sense what was coming. She sealed her lips around the glans and looked up at him, her tongue caressing the head inside her mouth like a kiss. Still holding him between her lips, she swallowed hard. Her body was craving his cum on pure instinct.
The car was quiet now. Ban Do-ah knelt with her hips raised, and in that silence the only sound was the slow drip of her arousal falling from between her thighs onto the mat.
The AI's voice broke the stillness. Han-seok, who had been stroking himself, spoke up.
"We're here. Let's get out."
Do-ah peeled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop, rose from where she'd been kneeling, and wiped her lips.
"You never intended to let me finish, did you."
"Get dressed."
"Unbelievable."
Scowling, she picked up her underwear.
Han-seok walked down the officetel corridor. He pointed at a spiderweb in the corner of the ceiling.
"Tell Secretary Kim to switch cleaning companies for this building. They obviously cleaned yesterday—why does it look like this?"
"Yes, sir."
Ban Do-ah jotted a note into her phone beside him. Han-seok glanced at the shirt she was wearing. A single drop of what looked like tteokbokki sauce clung to the white fabric. He pointed at her chest with a finger.
She blinked at him in confusion—then fixed him with a withering glare.
"You're not seriously telling me to take it off here."
"No. Looks like tteokbokki sauce, that's all."
"Oh."
Do-ah brushed uselessly at the stain—already soaked in and beyond saving—with her hand.
"Do-ah."
"Yes?"
Han-seok pressed the elevator button. The car began its ascent from the first floor.
"I have a friend with a problem."
"Mm-hm."
"Apparently one of his employees thinks he's some kind of disgusting pervert. There's been some kind of misunderstanding. He's innocent, so naturally he's mortified. What should he do?"
Ban Do-ah answered without a beat.
"Sounds like he brought it on himself."
"Really? You think so?"
Han-seok's hand closed over the seat of her skirt. She stayed still. While the elevator climbed, his thick hand kneaded and fondled her ass at leisure.
"Are you going to keep doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"I'd rather you didn't touch me out here. People might see."
"Nobody's watching. What's the problem?"
Do-ah twisted and drove a fist into his stomach.
Thud.
"Oof."
Han-seok doubled over, clutching his gut.
Ding—
The elevator doors slid open. Do-ah stepped inside, and Han-seok followed, rubbing the spot she'd hit.
"Pretty strong for a woman."
"What a shame. If I were a man, I'd have punched a hole straight through you."
"But if you were a man, I never would've touched you in the first place. Aw. What a waste."
"..."
A vein throbbed at Do-ah's temple.
"Ow. You know, that actually did hurt?"
"I know perfectly well it didn't hurt at all."
"It did. Was that payback, by the way? For when I scored three points on you in the ring?"
"Nope."
"Aagh!"
Han-seok suddenly darted behind her and seized both of her breasts. Do-ah jumped, her face flushing crimson.
"Wh-what are you doing?!"
"A bug! A bug! Ew. Bodyguard! Bodyguard! Do something, quick!"
Han-seok pointed at the corner of the elevator. A single cockroach sat there. Do-ah didn't hesitate—she stomped it flat.
Smack. Crunch.
The bug was pulverized. Han-seok released her breasts and straightened his clothes with a cough.
"Ahem. We should call an exterminator for this building too."
"Why did you grab my chest over a bug?"
"Touching a woman's breasts calms a man down. It's evolutionarily proven. Normally I'd have gone for Secretary Kim's, but you're my companion today, so—what can you do? Honestly, you should try to understand. Right?"
Ding—
The elevator reached the first basement level and the doors opened. Ban Do-ah stepped out. Han-seok followed, still clutching his stomach.
"Do-ah. That one actually hurt."
The two walked to the company car parked nearby. When Do-ah moved to get into the passenger seat, Han-seok stopped her.
"Back seat."
He opened the rear door where the mat was laid out and tipped his chin at her.
"The next stop is only five minutes away."
Lee Han-seok pulled a pill bottle from his pocket, shook out a single candy-shaped tablet of EX74, and popped it into his mouth.
Crunch.
"We're heading to the office. We'll take the long way—about thirty minutes."
Do-ah glared at him. Then she shut the passenger door and climbed into the back.
A few minutes later, the car was cruising down Olympic-daero. The Han River showed dark and glinting through the tinted windows. The company car was the high-roofed, spacious hi-limousine favored by celebrities, so Han-seok had more than enough headroom—standing upright with only a slight bend at the waist.
He gripped the head of the Do-ah kneeling before him, using her mouth as a living onahole, pistoning the first half of his cock in and out at a quickening pace.
"Mmmph—mmmm—mmngh—"
Offering her mouth up to him like a pussy, Do-ah glared up at him the entire time. Drool dripped in long strands from her roughly used mouth alongside obscene, wet noises.
Han-seok rolled his hips as he spoke.
"Do-ah, let's grow your hair out a little more. Shoulder-length would look perfect on you."
He stopped thrusting. The mouth-pussy he'd started training that morning was already fully developed thanks to the precum from the EX74. And then—remarkably—when the pistoning stopped and his hand left her head, Do-ah lowered her eyes and began moving her head on her own.
With half-lidded eyes she sucked him slowly, greedily, then flicked her tongue teasingly over the glans. A moment later the pink flesh between her raised buttocks quivered, her hips shuddered, and a clear stream squirted from her slit onto the floor.
"Nngh."
Barely containing the moan, her ass trembling uncontrollably, she went back to licking his cock.
Han-seok spoke.
"Turn around."
The kneeling woman pivoted and presented her pussy to him. Han-seok took hold of himself and pushed in, glans first, sliding deep in one smooth stroke.
"Hnn."
Do-ah threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut. Han-seok draped himself over her, seized both her breasts in his hands, and—with her legs awkwardly folded beneath her—began hammering into her. It was a base, animal position, something no couple would choose.
"Mmm. Nnngh."
Do-ah kept her mouth clamped shut.
Han-seok spoke.
"Ban Do-ah. Are you protesting something?"
"Haah... haah... Protesting what? I'm doing everything you tell me to. Hnn."
"Do you know why I groped your ass outside, why I grabbed your chest just now?"
"Because you're a disgusting pervert, obviously. Am I wrong?"
"Because you're not my woman."
"Isn't that obvious? Why would I be your woman." She panted. "Hnn."
"You're not my woman, and yet you still have to answer when I want you. That's why I handle you like a female in heat, Do-ah. So become my woman. If you do, I'll stop treating you like this—like an animal—every time I—"
Han-seok drove his cock deep into her core.
"Hnng."
Do-ah bit down on her moan, but for an instant her eyes rolled back. Squirt. Her juices burst out around him.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Hmm? If it feels good, say so. Say it, and become my woman. Be my woman, and I'll never use you like a bitch in heat again."
"Bullshit."
"So Do-ah would rather stay my little fuck-pet. Is that it?"
Han-seok squeezed her breasts hard and kept pounding into her from the crude, animal position. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the car, again and again and again.
"Nnghhh—hnnngh—"
Head thrown back, Do-ah fought to stifle her cries as he pistoned into her without mercy.