The Secretary Becomes His Exclusive Female / A Meeting with Jang Eun-ha
“Hey. Seok-a. Ban Seok.”
“Huh?”
Ahn Sung-chul called out to Ban Seok. He had a buzz cut, a big frame, towering height, and piercing eyes.
“If you and Kang Jae-hoon from the class next door fought, who'd win?”
Jang Min-jun and Lee Jong-man, sitting nearby, perked up with interest.
“I'd win.”
“Well, yeah. You train in martial arts professionally.”
“But.”
Ban Seok paused, thinking for a moment, before continuing.
“If it were to the death, I wouldn't bet on it.”
“What?”
Ahn Sung-chul tilted his head.
“That lunatic seems like the type who'd kill a person without blinking.”
Jang Min-jun spoke to Ahn Sung-chul.
“Ah. Sung-chul, since we're on the topic—we need to do something about Kang Jae-hoon.”
“Why?”
“That bastard, if you so much as brush shoulders with him in the hallway, he'll beat you until you're practically unconscious. Total gym rat psycho.”
“What's that?”
Ahn Sung-chul blinked like someone who genuinely had no idea.
Lee Jong-man exchanged a glance with Jang Min-jun and chimed in to back him up.
“That bastard's got something wrong with him. After he beats someone, he makes them suck his thumb. Like... you know. Like he's doing *that*.”
“Ha! What a fucking lunatic.”
Ahn Sung-chul laughed, propping his legs up on the desk.
Jang Min-jun spoke.
“Don't push your luck. Seriously.”
“What?”
“I'm asking if there's anyone who's taken a beating from Kang Jae-hoon and not sucked his thumb.”
“Nope. Heard they all did. Ah. Except Lee Han-seok.”
“What about him?”
A crease formed between Ahn Sung-chul's brows.
“That bastard. Yesterday he bit down on Kang Jae-hoon's thumb, knocked him flat on his back, then just absolutely wailed on his head. With his elbow.”
“So that's why he hasn't been at school?”
“Both of them are on a week's probation.”
“Hahahahahaha.”
Ban Seok suddenly burst out laughing beside them.
“That bastard really is insane. Even more than Kang Jae-hoon.”
At Ban Seok's reaction, Ahn Sung-chul clicked his tongue with a displeased look.
“How is it? I'll even take your cum in my mouth.”
Kang A-jin pressed her palms together and bowed at the waist, playing cute.
Her eyes were slightly upturned, but her face was adorable.
Bending over, she was subtly showing off the swell of her upper chest through the gaping collar of her shirt.
She's got quite the chest too. Won't know for sure until I get her naked.
Han-seok scratched his chin.
“Hmm.”
Come on. Give in. The second you drop your pants, I report you. Try to force me and I'll bite. Let's see you try.
In an instant, Han-seok's hand moved like lightning.
Thonk.
“Ow!”
Han-seok rapped his knuckles against A-jin's head.
A-jin clutched her head with both hands.
“Sigh. Get your head out of the gutter, will you? Hm?”
“Mmghh.”
“Stop being a brat. There's a cleaning supply closet up on the rooftop. Go wash out a rag mop and bring it back. There's a tap right next to it.”
“So... you're letting me go?”
“You've got cleaning to do first. Once it's done, I'll let you go.”
“Yes, sir.”
A-jin washed the rag mop and wiped the cum-stained marble floor.
Han-seok stood with his arms crossed, supervising Kang Jae-hoon's daughter as she cleaned.
Every time she pushed the mop, her ass shifted beneath her tracksuit—it was substantial.
Bigger than Secretary Kim's, maybe?
“Can I go now?”
“Stop doing this kind of work and find something legitimate. Hm? I could set you up with a part-time job or something?”
“Ugh, seriously. I don't do this stuff. Today was really it. God, this is so unfair. Fuck.”
“Here.”
Han-seok pulled two fifty-thousand-won bills from his pocket and held them out.
What's this? A hundred thousand won?
“It's not because you're doing this out of desperation. Use it when you need cash right away.”
“Wh-why?”
“Hm?”
“Why are you giving me this?”
“I feel bad for you. I was poor when I was young too.
Call it pity if you want, think whatever you like. I have plenty of money, so I'm giving it.”
“You don't really seem like a... mister. Do you really have a lot of money? You look young. Oh—is it BD?”
“Are you taking it or not?”
“F-, f-, fine.”
The words fine, thank you caught in her throat and wouldn't come out.
But her hand shot out and took the money first.
“Fine, fine, fine. Is that some slang you kids use these days? Anyway, get going.”
“...Thank you.”
She bowed respectfully at a full ninety degrees and started down the stairs.
“If you ever need a job with room and board included, come find me. Nothing shady—strictly an 'office job.'”
Han-seok said this, but A-jin kept her head down and descended the stairs without looking back.
Once she disappeared from view, Han-seok, who had been watching her lean against the railing, let out a small chuckle.
A few days passed.
A mid-sized sedan with tinted windows dark enough to hide its interior sped along the riverside boulevard.
The steering wheel turned on its own, the driver's seat empty.
“Mmmngh. Haah. Haah.”
Secretary Kim's business suit and lingerie lay strewn across the back seat.
As she moved atop Han-seok, who was still wearing his suit, his thick cock pistoned into the hole beneath the base of her luscious ass.
Han-seok gripped Secretary Kim's hips and teased her nipples with his tongue.
Her pretty, shapely nipples were soon drenched in saliva.
“You're doing great, Secretary Kim. Your hip movement is excellent too. Keep this up and you might make me cum before we reach the office.”
“Please let me know if there are any revisions to today's schedule.”
Secretary Kim said, swaying her hips seductively.
“Mm. Less a revision, more that you're producing so much love juice my suit pants are soaked through.”
Secretary Kim smiled.
“I anticipated that, which is why I prepared an identical pair of suit trousers in the passenger seat.”
“You really are efficient.”
Han-seok pressed his thumb against her pink clitoris just above her slit.
“How is it? Being the only one naked in a car, getting fucked by your old boss?”
“It's thrilling—I feel like I've become the boss's exclusive breeding pet.”
Han-seok laughed.
“'Exclusive breeding pet,' huh. Putting yesterday's lesson to use already, I see.”
“Do you think you're close?”
“How could you tell?”
“Your cock feels...”
“Hm?”
Secretary Kim wrapped her arms around Han-seok and began grinding down on him in earnest.
“Haahng. Your cock tastes sweeter, boss. I can tell you're about to fill me with your cum.”
“Fucking you in bed every night this past week and your dirty talk has gotten so much better.”
“Only my dirty talk?”
“Your taste has improved too.”
Slap slap slap.
Secretary Kim drove her hips faster as she spoke.
“Haah. Haahng. Cum inside me, please. Fill your servant's pussy with all of your cum, Master.”
“I make you say filthy things and you write them all down in that notebook of yours. Do you practice at home or something? You're getting good.”
“Hyaah. Thank you.”
“I'm cumming, Secretary Kim.”
A thick, python-like length erupted, spraying cum deep inside his exclusive breeding pet's pussy.
Secretary Kim kissed Han-seok.
She bit his lips, mingled her tongue with his, and let saliva pool into each other's mouths.
When she felt something slick filling her pussy to the brim just like always, Secretary Kim broke off the kiss.
A long, clear strand of saliva stretched between their tongues.
“Haaah. Did you finish, boss?”
“Yeah. Hold still for a moment.”
“Yes.”
Han-seok reached into his inner suit pocket and pulled out something silver, acorn-shaped, with a small handle.
“What's that?”
“Now—squeeze as tight as you can so nothing leaks out, and pull my cock out.”
“Ah. You've found another perverted contraption, haven't you. Don't tell me you want to plug my pussy shut while it's still full of your cum. This is workplace harassment, you know.”
“This is work-related. Later, we're going to study what happens when drug-laced cum stays inside the pussy for an extended period. You'll be needing this fairly often, I imagine.”
“That does sound plausible.”
Secretary Kim took the plug that would seal her pussy shut.
When she lifted her hips, his cock slid slowly out, and the moment the head popped free she swiftly plugged the hole.
“Mmmh.”
“Aroused?”
“I feel like I might die of shame.”
“You did well, so I'll fill your mouth with plenty of cum before you clock out.”
“Just like a boss assigning last-minute work before the end of the day.”
With that, Secretary Kim bent down beside Han-seok and licked his cock clean.
While Secretary Kim cleaned his cock, Han-seok toyed with her nipples.
From the driver's seat, the AI's guiding voice chimed in.
> Arriving at destination in 5 minutes.
“Secretary Kim. Just clean it. If you keep sucking like it's the most delicious thing in the world, I'm going to get hard again.”
“I was not sucking it like it was delicious.”
“Your cock's drenched in spit, isn't it? All done? Then get dressed. I should change my pants too.”
“Yes.”
“Careful. Don't let the plug slip out.”
“I will do my utmost, for the sake of my boss's perverted satisfaction.”
“Couldn't you say it's for the company's boundless growth instead?”
“I will phrase it that way from now on.”
She pulled a notepad from her suit pocket and dutifully wrote it down.
Han-seok changed into a fresh pair of trousers, while Secretary Kim dressed with extreme care.
Their destination was the building that housed Han-seok's office.
On the 18th and 19th floors of the same building were the research laboratories of DB Pharmaceuticals, founded by Lee Han-seok.
Inside the elevator, Han-seok asked Secretary Kim a question.
“Can you walk?”
“As long as I don't walk too fast.”
“Meaning it won't come out?”
“Well...”
“Hm?”
“If I get wet down there, it might be a bit risky.”
“Then just stay up in the office. I can manage on my own.”
“I think that would be for the best.
If I were standing in front of a new hire and the plug slipped out, and your cum started trickling down my leg onto the floor, she might well resign on the spot.”
“How would you get wet, though? Ah. Right—a secretary standing before someone else with her pussy stuffed full of her boss's cum could find that arousing, I suppose.”
“That's partially correct, so I won't dispute it.”
Ding.
The elevator stopped on the 19th floor.
“'Won't dispute it,' huh. Now that's getting me worked up instead. Keep it in for now—until end of shift.”
“Yes.”
The elevator doors opened.
A woman stood at the entrance of the 19th-floor research lab.
She wore a short puffer jacket over jeans, with a plaid shirt underneath.
Her outfit was plain and unassuming, but there was no denying she was a striking beauty.
“Go on up.”
When Han-seok spoke, Secretary Kim bowed her head respectfully.
The elevator doors closed.
Han-seok extended his hand toward DB Pharmaceuticals' new hire.
“It's been a long time, Ms. Jang Eun-ha.”