The Loyal Ban Do-a, Who Made Herself the Boss's Cum Toilet
After the second experiment ended, A-jin and Do-a washed up in the shower room.
A-jin rinsed the semen from her body under the showerhead and spoke up.
"You're getting good at this now, unni."
"Hm?"
"Drop the formalities with me, seriously. We've seen everything there is to see of each other at this point."
"Mm... should I?"
Do-a said, sounding embarrassed.
It wasn't speaking casually that flustered her.
It was the memory of what she'd done in front of A-jin — squirting like a fountain, milking breast milk from her own chest, coming in the most vulgar way imaginable.
"I'm jealous of you, unni."
"What— no, jealous of what?"
"The milk coming out of your breasts. The boss gets turned on watching you squeeze your tits while he finishes, doesn't he?"
"So you like the boss, A-jin?"
"Don't you?"
"...Hard to say."
"Good."
"Huh?"
"He's mine and mine only~"
A-jin giggled, all silliness.
"Honestly, I don't dislike him, but there's that thing he does... saying all those weird things. Making me say weird things too."
"Weird things?"
"You know. On my first day of work, I never imagined I'd be sucking his cock like this. Stuff like that."
"Oh, that. He only says it because it turns him on, unni. When the boss gets excited, he finishes faster. And the sooner he finishes, the sooner we get to rest. That's all it is."
"...Is that what it was?"
Do-a had never once considered that the boss was simply trying to come quickly so she could be done sooner.
In truth, it was entirely A-jin's charitable interpretation.
Han-seok had never thought anything of the sort.
If anything, he preferred holding back and drawing things out longer.
A-jin asked.
"What kind of things does he make you say?"
"Well... you know. Telling me to become his woman, stuff like that."
A-jin's eyes went round.
"His... woman?"
"He didn't say that to you?"
The look on A-jin's face was as if the world had ended.
"To me, he said... exclusive female... or... his personal cum toilet..."
Do-a realized in that instant that she'd made a mistake.
"Ah. Ah, right, that. That's what it was."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Yeah."
"I want to be the boss's woman. That's what I want."
"I'm sure he thinks of you that way too."
"...You think so?"
A-jin sulked as she wiped the suds from her body.
By the time the two of them toweled off and emerged from the shower room, Secretary Kim was riding Han-seok on the bed.
"Aaahhng."
Secretary Kim threw her head back and moaned.
"Did you come?"
"Yeeees. Haah. Haah."
Kang A-jin and Ban Do-a climbed onto the bed.
Han-seok, lying there, spread both his arms wide.
A-jin nestled into one side of his chest.
Do-a lay down on the other side and slipped into his embrace as well.
Han-seok fondled both their asses.
A-jin kissed him.
A moment later, when Han-seok turned his head, Do-a hesitated — fidgeted — and finally kissed him too.
Secretary Kim, slamming her hips down again and again, spoke with a desperate look on her face.
"Haah. Haah. Boss, I think I'm about to come, haah. Can I finish like this? Haah."
Han-seok, lips freed from the kiss, wrapped both arms tight around A-jin and Do-a in his embrace and answered.
"Secretary Kim, what did I say you were?"
"I'm... haah. The boss's exclusive female. Haah. Aahng. Aaahng."
She rode him faster.
"And your pussy? What is it?"
"My pussy is... haah... my pussy is the boss's exclusive cum toilet. Nngh. Haang."
"Come."
"Haaaahng. Aaaahng."
The moment Secretary Kim bucked her hips, his cock popped free under the pressure, and water came gushing and splashing out of her hole.
"Ah. Aaah. Aaah."
Every time she threw her head back with a moan, clear liquid poured from her pussy.
His thick cock and balls were soaked completely in Secretary Kim's juices.
Nestled against Han-seok's chest, Do-a thought to herself.
'Exclusive female. Cum toilet... I could never say those words. Not if my life depended on it.
I'd rather just say I'm the boss's woman.
What if I keep getting passed around in this disgusting man's harem and end up actually liking it...
Just like A-jin. Past the point of no return.
Honestly, even right now, I think I'm in danger.'
"Next. Do-a, get up here."
Do-a lifted her body.
Still — if it meant a chance to have this thick cock inside her, she couldn't pass it up.
Secretary Kim and Do-a switched places.
"Heeh... heeh..."
Winded, Secretary Kim nestled into Han-seok's chest.
"Good work."
"Thank you, sir."
Secretary Kim smiled.
Do-a, too, spread herself in an M-shape and took his cock inside her.
"Mmph."
She planted her hands on Han-seok's stomach and began to move her hips.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
Secretary Kim and A-jin, who had been resting in his arms, sat up and each took one of his nipples in their mouths, licking.
"Ah. This is the life."
Han-seok let out a deep groan.
Do-a felt like she was losing her mind.
She'd only just started riding him, and already she felt like she was going to come.
'It's the drug. It's just the drug.
It's not because his cock feels good.
Get a grip, Ban Do-a.'
Han-seok traded kisses between A-jin and, in turn, Secretary Kim.
A-jin whispered into his ear, loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Mister."
"Yeah?"
"Am I your woman, mister?"
Han-seok chuckled.
"Of course you are, A-jin."
She beamed and planted a kiss on his cheek.
Han-seok rubbed his fingers roughly over A-jin's trained, swollen nipple.
A-jin, still wrapped in his arms, rolled her eyes back as the climax washed over her.
Her head tipped back, her mouth hanging open — she felt so good that no sound of pleasure could even escape her.
Watching all of this, Do-a sank into a feeling she couldn't name.
She envied A-jin's love, and at the same time caught herself wondering what it would be like if she and the boss shared something like that too.
And as she dwelled on it, the pleasure she'd been holding back crashed over her like a wave.
"Nngh. Haah. Haah."
"Do-a, you gonna come?"
Do-a shook her head.
"No. No, sir. Not yet. Nngh."
Han-seok's fingers were still working A-jin's nipple.
A-jin moaned from within his arms.
"Haah. Haaaaah. Boss. Aaaaah. I'm coming. I'm coming, I'm coming. Aaaaah."
"Hold on a little longer, A-jin. Do-a, you're close too, aren't you?"
"Nngh. Yes, sir."
She couldn't hold out any longer.
Do-a wanted to come.
"Ban Do-a. What did I say you are to me?"
"...Nngh."
"What are you?"
Do-a glanced sideways at A-jin, who looked ready to fall over the edge at any second.
She couldn't say 'the boss's woman' in front of A-jin.
'After that whole conversation in the shower, too.'
It didn't feel like loyalty.
But she wanted to come. Quickly.
"I'm— nngh... the boss's... exclusive female."
"That's what you said? Then your pussy — what is it to me from now on?"
"Nngh. Nnn. My... pussy is... haah. Haah..."
Do-a hesitated.
'It can't be helped.'
She had to answer if she wanted to come.
Still wavering, she kept riding him and gave her answer.
"My pussy is... the boss's exclusive cum toilet."
"Good girl. Both of you, come."
"Nnghaaahng. Haang."
"Aaaaaaah. Aah."
A-jin, still in his arms, drew up one leg and shuddered, painting his body with her juices.
Do-a convulsed and squirted as well.
His cock, shoved out abruptly from her clenching pussy, was splashed with her release.
Han-seok turned his head and kissed Secretary Kim.
Secretary Kim traced slow circles around his nipple with a fingertip.
"Haah. Haah."
"Nngh. Nngh."
A-jin and Do-a, spent from their climaxes, panted hard and drifted in the afterglow for a long while.
Through all of it, Han-seok kept kissing Secretary Kim.
Then their lips parted with a soft sound.
Once Do-a and A-jin seemed to have settled somewhat, Han-seok spoke.
"My turn to come. Everyone, down on the floor beside the bed."
Han-seok stood, and the three women knelt in a row before him.
He pulled the phone that had been recording out of its tripod and aimed it downward.
In front of his thick cock, A-jin, Do-a, and Secretary Kim waited for his load.
Do-a readied herself to squeeze her own breasts, and the other two each held a plastic cup to either side, pressed against her chest.
"We're testing whether you still lactate even when it's semen on your body instead — so no swallowing for you, Do-a."
"Yes, sir."
The three women lovingly licked the head of his cock with the tips of their tongues.
A-jin took the top of the head, Do-a found the slit, and Secretary Kim worked the underside.
Han-seok gripped his cock and stroked.
"Going to come?"
"Yeees."
the three women answered.
Han-seok groaned.
"Aaah."
Do-a stuck out her tongue and closed her eyes.
Semen spattered across her face, her chest.
Han-seok angled his cock toward her breasts and painted them with his load.
With every stroke, his cock spat out another thick mouthful of semen.
Do-a squeezed her breasts.
No milk came.
Han-seok shook the last drops from his spent cock.
Even the final bead dripped onto Do-a's upper chest.
"Nothing's coming out."
Secretary Kim observed.
"Doesn't look like it. Do-a unni, hold still a second."
A-jin scraped the plastic cup across the semen pooled on her chest, gathering it up.
Secretary Kim, too, collected the precious fluid.
Knock, knock.
Jang Eun-ha entered the office, rapping on the door.
Han-seok approached her, his cum-slicked cock still hard.
"So, what did you find?"
Jang Eun-ha glanced briefly at his cock and then studiously pretended not to have seen it.
"The analysis confirmed it's genuine breast milk. But the composition is rather unusual—"
"Unusual how?"
"It contains a large concentration of a substance with natural tonic effects."
"Like a fatigue-recovery agent?"
"Precisely. Have you tried it yourself?"
"A little. No wonder I got sucked off three times and felt more energetic afterward. I thought she was a tank or a DPS — turns out she's a healer."
Han-seok cast a sidelong glance at Do-a.
A-jin and Secretary Kim, having collected the semen into the cup, were each taking one of Do-a's breasts into their mouths, licking the leftover semen off with their tongues.
"Wait— wait, hold on—"
Do-a seemed flustered at first, but the moment the two of them began sucking on her nipples in earnest—
"Haah. Haah."
—she breathed hot, heavy sighs and quietly looked down at the two women nursing at her breasts.
Han-seok spoke to Jang Eun-ha.
"Good work."
"I believe it was you who did the hard work, sir?"
"So this afternoon we just take EX69 and do it one more time. I doubt the milk will come out again, but—"
"We still have to try, just in case."
Eun-ha insisted, a little too quickly.
Han-seok leaned in and whispered to her, low.
"Guess it's finally my turn with you, then."
"Wh-what's that supposed to mean, sunbae?"
Eun-ha's cheeks flushed red.
Han-seok grinned.
He turned around, clapping his hands as he announced:
"Alright, that's enough. Stop that, wash up, and let's go get lunch."
Ground floor of the DB Building.
A slender finger pressed the elevator button.
A long skirt and an oversized hoodie.
A black mask and dark sunglasses.
She pulled out her phone and her thumb flew across the screen.