Hiring Kang A-jin (Room and Board Included) / Secretary Kim Becomes a Anal Cum-Toilet
Lee Han-seok sat on the sofa.
Kang A-jin, with a medium-sized bandage across her cheek, sat in the chair across from him.
Looking somewhat sheepish, she clasped her hands together and glanced around the office.
Secretary Kim brought out a warm cup of tea.
"Secretary Kim, I heard you treated her wounds. Thanks."
"It was nothing."
She bowed and stepped outside.
Once the door closed, Han-seok spoke first.
"Finding the business card means you tried to wipe up the water, doesn't it?"
"Don't tell me you spilled it on purpose? Just so I'd have to clean it up?"
"Wipe it up, and you find the card. Don't bother, and you don't. Simple."
"That was so mean. I waited there three whole days before that, three hours every single day."
"If you'd wiped it up sooner, you'd have found it sooner."
"Well... you said you'd give me room and board and an office job, so I came."
Han-seok crossed his arms.
"Name."
"Kang A-jin."
A-jin straightened her back, nervous.
"Age."
"I've graduated high school and already had my birthday this year. I'm a full adult."
It was true.
"Can you use a computer?"
"I can handle basic documents and Excel, things like that."
"Were you one of the delinquents back in school?"
"Excuse me?"
A-jin swallowed hard.
"Did you beat up other kids?"
"No. No, I never laid a hand on anyone. I swear.
And since we're on the subject — I think you misunderstood what you saw back then. I don't do those weird part-time jobs. That day, a friend I never usually heard from just asked me to stand next to her, that's all—"
"So you did hang around with a delinquent crowd."
"..."
"I see you're of the opinion that standing by and watching isn't a wrongdoing."
"No. No, it's not that. When my friends actually tried to hurt a weaker kid, I stopped them. I swear. I absolutely hate that kind of thing.
And this bruise on my face — my dad did this to me. That's why I left home.
So... you have to give me this job. Please."
"Want to see a scar?"
Han-seok rolled up his shirt sleeve and showed her the scar on his forearm.
"Back in high school, some crazy bastard — Kang Jae-hoon, same surname as you, that's why it comes to mind. Anyway, because I wouldn't suck his thumb, he tried to stab me with a pocketknife.
I hate people who use violence. That's why I said it."
"Right. I hate it too. Really, truly."
A-jin swallowed again.
"Um, may I ask you one thing?"
"Go ahead."
"How old are you, sir?"
"Once my birthday passes this year, I'll be 48."
"Oh."
Kang A-jin's mouth fell open in blank disbelief.
Does this man know I'm Kang Jae-hoon's daughter? How? How could he? Is it a coincidence? Yeah. Same name could be a coincidence. It has to be. It has to be.
"What? I've had BD treatments too. Of course I look young. Do I look old to you?"
A-jin pictured Kang Jae-hoon, aged by the years he'd never been able to hold off — the man who hadn't been able to afford BD. Drunk every single day, his body bruised and worn from backbreaking labor all over.
Forty-eight wasn't old enough yet to call him decrepit, but thinking of the future, the gap was only going to widen. That much was obvious.
A-jin looked at Han-seok and gave a small smirk.
"I'd say it's more... the way you act and talk that feels old-fashioned?"
"Guess you don't want the job."
"But your face is seriously handsome, though. Broad shoulders, solid muscle, everything just right. Wow. You must be really popular."
"You're good with words. Anything you're curious about, or want to say?"
"You said room and board is provided — where would I sleep?"
Han-seok jerked his chin toward outside the office.
"There's a break room in the room next door, with a bed and blankets. Bathroom's out in the hallway."
"And meals?"
"I'll give you money with your paycheck. You won't have any the first month, so I'll cover you then.
At lunch, you can go out with that secretary noona from earlier or order in. Sometimes you'll eat with me.
For dinner — if Secretary Kim or I am working late, who knows, but otherwise you'll have to go out and eat alone or order something here."
"Is there anywhere nearby I could shower?"
"A shower? See that back there inside the office? That's the shower I use. Use it whenever I'm not here."
"Yes, sir."
Kang A-jin nodded.
"Then as of today, you're hired. Go out there and learn the ropes from her."
"Thank you, sir. I'll work hard."
She gave a deep ninety-degree bow and left the office.
Once A-jin was gone, Lee Han-seok leaned back against the sofa.
"Kang Jae-hoon. You son of a bitch."
He smiled, cold and thin.
A few days passed.
When Han-seok opened the office door and walked in, Secretary Kim and Kang A-jin, seated at the two desks facing each other, rose from their seats.
"Welcome, sir."
"Good morning."
A-jin, greeting him politely, was dressed in a secretary's outfit much like Secretary Kim's.
She had taken over the small errands and receipt management that Secretary Kim used to handle.
When Han-seok held out a drink carrier, Kang A-jin hurried over to take it.
"Good morning. Iced Americano for Secretary Kim. Strawberry yogurt for A-jin. And an iced Americano for me."
"Thank you, sir."
"I'll enjoy it, thank you."
"Secretary Kim, bring me anything that needs reporting."
"Yes, sir."
Han-seok entered his office.
Before long, Secretary Kim came in. She was wearing a white shirt and a formal skirt, without her suit jacket.
"Sit down while you report."
"Yes, sir."
As Han-seok spread his legs, Secretary Kim came over and settled between them.
While his thick fingers stripped away her shirt, she reported, reading from the documents in her hands.
"You said the company car for business use was getting old, so I've replaced it."
"Mm."
"You asked me to buy clothes for A-jin's work and a phone for her, so I used the corporate card."
"She left home with nothing — pick up some underwear and daily necessities for her too."
"Already taken care of, sir."
"Good work."
He peeled off her shirt and bra and grabbed Secretary Kim's breasts.
He circled her nipples slowly with his fingertips.
"Again?"
"That's all for today's report."
"Did you do an enema this morning before coming in?"
"...Yes."
"Go strip and get down on your stomach."
Han-seok and Secretary Kim moved to the bed, shedding their clothes piece by piece.
Soon both were naked, and Secretary Kim climbed onto the bed and lowered herself onto her stomach.
Her heavy breasts swayed.
Tensing her muscles, she lifted her hips slightly.
Between her cheeks, an anal plug was seated deep inside her.
Han-seok climbed onto the bed and moved in front of her face.
Secretary Kim began sucking his cock without needing to be told.
She worked him relentlessly, deploying every technique she had learned over the past weeks.
Han-seok smoothed down her hair as she strained, and asked,
"Is A-jin doing a good job?"
"Yes. Thanks to her, I have so much free time now."
"Sounds to me like you're asking me to pound you more often."
"I simply mean things have gotten a little easier, sir."
Secretary Kim stroked his rock-hard cock while licking his balls.
When precum welled up, she swirled her tongue and polished the tip clean.
"Sir?"
"Hmm?"
"May I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Are you planning to make A-jin like me?"
"Hm. Never really thought about it."
Secretary Kim lapped at the underside of his glans as she spoke.
"It's your decision, of course, but I'd like A-jin to receive the same 'offer' I did."
"Why?"
"She's young, and her chest and hips are big — I think you'd like her. I hate to admit it, but she's as pretty as I am.
I assumed you hired her with the offer in mind from the very first day.
And you said she came from a delinquent crowd, which worried me a little, but she's actually very sweet."
"Even as rich as I am, spending ten billion won that freely isn't easy.
You worked beside me for a full year and proved yourself trustworthy — that's why you got the offer."
"I see. I overstepped. I apologize."
"No, no. Is there any other reason? Something I haven't thought of?"
"To be honest, sir... I assumed you hired me as someone to use on the days I'm on my period.
From what I've researched, men tend to be squeamish when a woman is menstruating..."
"Ah. So that's what you were thinking. Well, that's partly why I've been developing your ass."
"You truly think of everything, sir."
"Turn around."
Secretary Kim lowered herself onto her stomach with her ass facing Han-seok.
Han-seok generously coated his cock with the lube he'd set on the bedside, then pulled the plug from her ass and squirted lube into the gaping hole.
"Hah!"
"Cold?"
"I'm fine."
"Opened up nicely. Let's get more than halfway in today."
"...Yes, sir."
Han-seok rubbed his glans against her puckered hole, then slowly pushed forward.
"Aaahng."
Secretary Kim moaned.
"This office is soundproofed, but let's try to keep it quiet where possible."
"Yes. I'm sorry."
"Well, well. Maybe I really should make that offer to A-jin, so you can moan as loud as you like."
His thick cock slid deep into her ass.
"Mmph."
Secretary Kim covered her own mouth and laid her upper body down against the bed.
Hips raised high, ass offered up.
Han-seok began pistoning his thick cock into Secretary Kim's ass, developed over the past several days.
Fluid dripped steadily from her pussy.
Inside her trained hole, the wall shared with her pussy was pressed right beneath the base of his glans, stimulating her with every stroke.
"Mmmmmmmph."
Muffling the moans spilling from her mouth, Secretary Kim took her boss's cock in her ass.
"Good. Once you can handle this much, we can move to clinical trials."
"Hnngh."
"Secretary Kim. How does it feel? Does it hurt?"
"Haaahng. No. It feels good, sir."
"You were in such pain at first, and now your pussy's soaked through. You should be grateful."
"Yes, sir. Thaaank you for developing my ass-pussy, sirrr."
"That's it. I love how sweetly you talk, Secretary Kim."
His thick cock ravaged her ass without pause.
This was the process of a body part that had nothing to do with sex being remade into something like a pussy.
"This is the first time you're taking a load in your ass, isn't it?"
"Haaah. Yes."
Han-seok quickened his pace.
"Aaahng."
For an instant, Secretary Kim's eyes rolled back before rolling forward again.
"What is Secretary Kim's ass?"
"Haaah. Your own personal cum-toilet, Master. Please dump every drop of your cum into my ass-pussy. Hnnngh."
"Ah."
Han-seok gripped her firm cheeks.
His cock, gripped tight by her ass, spurted cum again and again deep inside.
Secretary Kim spoke exactly as she'd been trained these past few days.
"Thank you, Master. Thank you for cumming inside me."
Han-seok slowly withdrew from her hole.
White cum gushed out of the gaping entrance and dripped down onto the bed.
The hole his cock had left slowly contracted, tightening back toward its original state.
"Haaah. Haaah."
Secretary Kim breathed hard, her eyes glazed and unfocused.
"To the shower, Secretary Kim."
"Yes, sirrr."
Han-seok hoisted Secretary Kim over his shoulder and carried her into the shower.
Ring.
While Han-seok was in the shower, the phone he'd left on the table buzzed.
A message from Jang Eun-ha.