Draining the Receptacle
When her reflection appeared in the mirror, Secretary Kim — with her cute, petite face — tilted her head.
"Siiiir~"
Across her chest, thick marker strokes spelled out [The Boss's Exclusive] and [Cum Receptacle], her nipples swollen and rigid. And then—
"You can let it out now."
"Aaaahhn."
With a whining moan, a huge load of semen spilled from her well-used pussy, pattering down onto the floor.
"Push out everything that's still inside, too."
"Mmmmh..."
Just when it seemed she was empty, she would bear down and another handful would gush free.
"Good girl."
"This doesn't have anything to do with preparing for the clinical trials, Siiir."
"Of course it does. There are couples who play like this, you know. The drug's effects could shift under embarrassing, humiliating conditions — so naturally, we test for it."
"You're just playing with me however you feel like. That's all this is."
"I won't deny that part. Looks like you're empty now."
Thin ribbons of clear arousal were trickling from her soaked, sloppy hole.
"Shall I let you down?"
Han-seok slowly lowered Secretary Kim to the floor, then slid the plug out from between her cheeks.
"Nngh."
She stroked herself gently back there with her fingertips.
"Let's call it a day. Go home early. We start in earnest tomorrow."
"That's it?"
"Why?"
"You're... not doing more?"
Han-seok gave his erect cock a lazy waggle.
"Don't tell me you're hoping I'll use this on you? Strictly speaking, today's tasks don't require it."
"Oh... is that so? Then I'll take the rest, gladly."
Arousal was still sliding down the inside of Secretary Kim's thigh.
"If you ever ask me to fuck you outside of work hours, I will. Just say the word, any time," Han-seok said as he pulled his clothes back on.
"That's..."
Secretary Kim clasped her hands together and fidgeted.
"Hm?"
"Honestly, I don't think it's fair to leave me worked up like this and just... not finish."
"But I've completed everything on today's checklist, Secretary Kim. Fill your pussy with semen and hold it for over an hour. You did very well.
Look, I understand. You want to beg me to cum inside you and get railed like a dog. I get it.
But endurance is part of the clinical protocol too — so think of today as practice in holding back."
"I don't want to get fucked like a dog, I just—"
"Go home early and get some rest."
"...Yes, sir. Then I'll be headiiing out."
Secretary Kim left the office, dressed and visibly deflated.
A-jin paced back and forth in front of the door leading to the rooftop.
"If you ever need a job that comes with room and board, come find me. Nothing weird — it's proper 'office work.'"
With a bruise and abrasion marring her cheek, she bit at her nails and muttered.
"God damn it. He said come find him. How the hell am I supposed to find him?"
A-jin had been late to her part-time shift the very day she'd met Han-seok.
"Don't come back, A-jin. I'll wire you today's pay too."
"...Okay."
She couldn't even blame him. It was the first time she'd been late, but the delinquents from the high school she'd just graduated from hung around her convenience store constantly, and every single visit turned into chaos.
The manager had been itching to fire her anyway. All he'd needed was an excuse.
And that same day, A-jin came home to a drunk father and took his fists.
"You pity me? I was dirt poor as a kid too. Call it condescension, curse me out, do whatever you like. I'm rich, so I give."
That voice had come back to her out of nowhere.
For the first time in her life, she talked back to her father.
"You little bitch!"
"Aaagh!"
He beat her worse than he ever had. She nearly blacked out, and didn't wake until morning.
"I'm sorry. Daddy was wrong, A-jin. Don't go."
She shook off Kang Jae-hoon's pleading hands and walked out of the house.
She stretched the 100,000 won he'd given her across several days at a jjimjilbang. Every daytime hour, she made the trip to the officetel where she'd met Han-seok and waited, sometimes for hours at a stretch.
The money was going to run out fast. She knew it.
"This is so annoying."
She crouched in front of the rooftop door, grumbling to herself. Someone had spilled water on the floor, leaving a puddle.
"Ugh, seriously."
After staring at that same puddle for days, something about it suddenly got under her skin, and she went off to the cleaning closet.
"Huh?"
A business card was wedged into the door of the cleaning locker.
Lee Han-seok
CEO & President
DB Pharmaceuticals
DB Pharmaceuticals...? So this is his card?
Time was the only thing she had to spare, so she searched DB Pharmaceuticals on her phone. No company website. Nothing useful in the online communities either. And yet the map app dutifully dropped a pin at its location.
Gangnam, huh.
A-jin mopped up the puddle with a dry rag, then set off for DB Pharmaceuticals.
Baekjin Bank, Gangnam Branch.
Han Dong-jin was lost deep in thought.
Ha Kyeong-sik killed himself. There'd been no word from him since the day he trailed after Han-seok, and then the funeral notice text arrived. From what I hear, the coin crashed overnight and he lost everything he had...
He fiddled with his phone.
Should I call Han-seok?
After all, he was the only witness.
He dialed Lee Han-seok.
The answer came instantly.
"Yeah, Dong-jin."
"What do you want?"
"Dong-jin. I told you, clearly, never to see me again. Did that somehow sound like phone calls were fine?"
"..."
"You fucking piece of shit? The only news I want to hear about you people is obituaries."
Han Dong-jin swallowed hard.
It was true. This wasn't the Lee Han-seok of high school. Whatever had happened to him in the years between, the man was bigger now, carved with muscle.
"S... sorry. It's not that — I just wondered if you heard about Kyeong-sik?"
"Yeah. Heard he died. So when are the rest of you following him?"
Dong-jin felt a chill of certainty settle over him.
This bastard isn't just some building maintenance guy. He's hiding something. Did he crash Kyeong-sik's coin too? Should I spend the money and hire some kind of investigator?
At that moment, Lee Han-seok spoke again.
"Dong-jin."
"..."
The branch manager's office was silent.
"I can hear your gears turning from here."
"What's that supposed to—"
"Don't even think about putting people on me."
Dong-jin swallowed. The hand gripping the phone was trembling.
"As for you, I've already—"
And then the line went dead.
Cold sweat broke out across Han Dong-jin's back in an instant.
He's got someone watching me?
The fact that Han-seok hadn't finished the sentence — I've already put someone on you — was surely deliberate, a concession to the possibility of recording.
He shot up from his chair and began pacing the branch manager's office.
What do I do? What do I do? One of my own staff? That old man who fixes the electrics? Who is it?
His name was only just becoming known on the economics talk panels. His YouTube channel was doing well.
And what if this blows back onto Yuna somehow?
Should he tell the others? Could Jong-man do something about it?
Tok!
His phone chirped. A KakaoTalk message was waiting.
He began typing — Why am I the only one you won't touch? — when another message landed.
Sweat ran down Han Dong-jin's forehead.
His thoughts were being read, completely.
He collapsed onto the sofa.
Don't tell the others. There could be others besides me being watched.
He said he won't touch me. Opening my mouth could only make things worse.
And yet — that bastard Lee Han-seok. Could he really live out the rest of his life carrying this landmine, forever anxious?
Isn't there a way? Ah!
Suddenly struck by an idea, he began digging through the contacts in his phone.
Ahn Sung-chul
Ahn Sung-chul had despised Lee Han-seok with a passion ever since high school.
Maybe he can get rid of this problem for me, easily.
And yet, with the name on his screen, Dong-jin hesitated to make the call.
In that instant, his daughter Yuna's beaming smile flashed before his eyes.
He pressed Call.
Ahn Sung-chul walked down the long corridor behind the secretary.
When they reached the great double doors that opened from both sides, the secretary knocked exactly once.
"Come in."
A gruff voice carried from within. The secretary opened the door, and Sung-chul stepped inside.
At the center of the sprawling room, Chairman Ahn Byung-gook sat naked on a sofa. A face just beginning to crease with wrinkles, a belly gone soft and sagging with accumulated fat.
He was in his eighties, yet looked no older than fifty. That was the price and privilege of receiving BD200 at seventy. Had BD arrived a couple of decades sooner — had he taken it in his twenties — he would have carried the body of a man in his mid-thirties even at eighty.
At either side of him, slender young beauties took turns servicing the Chairman's cock with their mouths.
"Ah, Sung-chul's here. Sit."
"Yes, sir."
"Not you. Over there."
The Chairman delivered a sharp slap to the backside of the idol who had first shot to fame on the strength of her chest.
"Excuse me, then."
The naked idol crossed to where Sung-chul sat on the sofa and undid his belt for him.
"So what brings you?"
"Wanted to see whether you were in good health, Father."
"Checking up on when your father dies, are you. Four sons, and every last one of them spends day and night praying I'll hurry up and drop dead. It's honestly quite entertaining to watch."
"That's hardly fair. You have two hundred years left."
"You took your BD early, that's why you still look barely thirty."
"You should mind your health, Father. Get some exercise."
By now the idol had stripped Sung-chul bare. She climbed atop him at once, spread herself open, and sank down onto his erection.
Ahn Byung-gook spoke up.
"Did you inherit that nagging from your dead mother? I exercise plenty as it is."
He fished a plastic container of white pills from the side-table drawer beside the sofa and tossed it to Sung-chul.
EX69.
Sung-chul shook a single pill from the container and swallowed it dry.
The women astride father and son began to roll their hips.
Kneading the idol's ass, Sung-chul said,
"She's a good one, this. Any objection to me taking her home?"
"Go ahead. Just don't ruin her like last time, when all you brothers sank your teeth into her at once."
"She'd hold up fine."
"If you're that confident, don't take her. She's one I've rather taken a liking to lately."
"I'm joking, Father."
Ahn Byung-gook asked,
"How's Cheonseong Bio?"
"Growth rates are holding steady."
"No change means obsolescence, Sung-chul."
"I keep it foremost in mind."
"We need to be making something like BD ourselves. Past BD200 — 300, 500, 800. Immortality itself, perhaps. You're telling me there's still nothing to show?"
"It appears to be beyond current technology."
"Sung-chul."
He answered belatedly, mouth busy on the idol's nipple.
"Yes, Father?"
"I'm eighty. Which means I have, generously, two hundred years of life ahead of me."
"Yes. With proper care they say you could live to three hundred."
"You idiot."
"..."
"That's not the point. The point is to grasp the core of the matter.
Your father has two hundred years left to live — so why, do you suppose, would he be so desperate for something like BD?"
"Because biotech is the future. For the sake of Cheonseong Group's future..."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. How is it that four brothers, every one of them, can't read their own father's mind. Hm?"
"Then tell me, and I'll listen carefully."
Sung-chul felt something sour curdle in his chest.
The idol slid off him at once and bent to take his cock in her mouth.
"Enough. Bring me an answer within a month.
If you can't find it, Sung-chul, then whichever of the other three delivers a proper one gets the holding company. Consider that settled."
"..."
Just then, a phone rang.
Sung-chul fished his out of the pants he'd discarded.
"Excuse me."
"Take it. If it's company business, so be it. Hey — you, over there. And you, back here."
The women traded places.
Sung-chul checked the screen.
Han Dong-jin — Baekjin Bank, Gangnam Branch — Cheonseong High
"Tch."
He clicked his tongue and answered.
"What?"
"Sung-chul, it's me. Dong-jin."
"I told you, you can call. Get to it."
"Sorry for the sudden call. It's — Lee Han-seok has turned up."
"...Has he? Doing what, these days?"
"You know, building electrical maintenance, that kind of thing. That's what he's doing. But something about him felt off."
"Just the point."
Behind his words, Ahn Byung-gook had forced the idol down onto all fours on the floor and was driving into her from behind.
"Aaahn, Chairmannn~"
"Quiet, bitch. Can't you see I'm on the phone right here?"
Han Dong-jin faltered for a beat, then pressed on.
"He seemed to be hiding something. Like he was planning some kind of revenge."
"Hey, you son of a bitch."
Ahn Sung-chul snarled under his breath.
[...]
"You called me over that? That's it? What in the hell is that bastard to me?"
Between the company business and just having been bled dry by the Chairman, his nerves were already frayed to nothing.
"Sorry... I just thought you'd be curious..."
"You — fuck. Call me with this garbage one more time and you're a dead man. Your daughter's endorsements go with you, every last one. Understood?"
"I'm sorry. Truly, I'm sorry. I'll never call agai—"
Click.
Ahn Sung-chul hung up and tossed the phone into the corner of the sofa.
Ahn Byung-gook spoke.
"A friend of yours? That man — father of the celebrity Han Yuna?"
"...Yes. My apologies. My voice got loud."
"I wouldn't mind a taste of that Han Yuna myself, someday. She's earned plenty by now — must have had her BD200 already, no? In which case dangling a BD40 won't move her."
Sung-chul didn't bother responding. He simply addressed the woman atop him.
"I'm close. Get down and take it in your mouth."
"Yes, sir."
The woman climbed off and caught his release in her mouth.
Kang A-jin lowered her phone and tipped her head back to stare up at the towering building.
"DB Pharmaceuticals. Lee Han-seok."
She walked inside.