Daylight Defilement: Cha Su-ah's Desperate Fountain

Aaah! There are employees downstairs!

The vast, echoing 100-pyeong first-floor space. Right in the middle of this enormous blank canvas with no partitions anywhere, my fingers were rummaging under Cha Su-ah's skirt.

"Hng... hnn..."

Soft, soaked, and scorching hot—this sensation was perfect. My index and middle fingers sliced through her slick mucous membranes and plunged into her depths. The walls inside, already feverishly aroused, clamped down on my fingers and wouldn't let go. At the same time, my thumb, pulled out to the outside, pressed firmly on her stiff, hypersensitive clit and rolled it in circles.

"Ah! Hn... N-no, hn..."

Cha Su-ah's arms, braced against the bar table, trembled violently as she twisted her waist. The thrill of betrayal from coming here for measurements with her subordinates while wearing no panties or bra. And the extreme terror that they might open the basement door and come up into this wide-open first floor at any moment. That insane tension had pushed her body to the brink of hypersensitivity.

Every time my fingers thrust in, obscene squelching sounds—squelch, squish—echoed through the quiet space. The chat window right in front of me was going absolutely wild over this delightful midday office violation.

The donation alerts exploded across the screen, filling it completely. Wow... picking this target was a stroke of genius. This bitch is an architectural designer who's appeared on national MC-hosted talk shows, pretending to be all prim and proper on the surface. But deep down, she's total trash—and that title alone makes the donations pour in at a whole different level compared to the others.

Cha Su-ah's teaser stream and whore initiation ceremony. Excluding today, she's already raked in nearly 6 billion won. Fuck. It took grinding Ji-hye, Ji-hee, and Su-jeong for over two weeks to hit 8 billion. This one's a jackpot.

I pressed my lips close to her ear and whispered the number she wanted to hear most.

"President Cha. The big bros just dropped 1.2 billion won."

Her shoulders jerked sharply.

"Your cut's 10%, so in just these few minutes, you've paid off 120 million won of your debt."

The magic of capital numbers. Earning 120 million in minutes. That means the man rakes in over a billion in the same time. Whether I blackmailed her with embezzlement or not, she could feel she was up against someone she couldn't possibly defy.

Her thighs, which had been desperately trying to clamp shut from the shame just moments ago, went slack. Endure this humiliation, and she could pay off that hopeless 3 billion debt and return to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her glamorous life as a swan in the sunlight. And at this rate, 3 billion would come quick. Her sharp mind had already crunched the numbers.

Cha Su-ah spread her legs a bit wider on her own, welcoming my fingers deeper.

"Hnnng... ut..."

I chuckled and tossed the first-floor blueprint from the bar table right in front of her eyes. Then I grabbed a stray ballpoint pen and forced it into her trembling hand.

"Alright. You earned some money, so pay for your meal."

"Haa... haaaang... Y-yes...?"

"This first-floor space. You said you'd divide it into concept rooms. Revise the blueprint—show me how you'd route the partitions."

"R-right now... hn, aaang... right now...?"

"Yeah. Right fucking now. You're here as Design Su's top designer measuring my studio, right? Get to work. Or are you just enjoying the pleasure in your pussy without doing your job, President?"

I pressed harder with my thumb, mercilessly rolling her clit as I commanded.

"Aang...! H-hnnng...! G-good...!"

Once the math clicked, she got a lot more honest. Cha Su-ah bit her lip hard and brought the pen over the blueprint. Below, two thick fingers were pounding with loud smacks, stabbing her spots and rubbing her clit smooth. Above, as Design Su's top elite interior designer, she had to draw lines—two utterly mismatched acts.

The pen tip touched the paper and started drawing, but every time my fingers slammed in, the line veered off crooked. Her nostrils flared from holding back the pleasure, and cold sweat soaked through her high-end silk blouse. Droplets of her saliva and sweat splattered onto the blueprint, staining it.

"What the hell's with those lines, President? Not focusing? Aren't you Design Su's TV-famous top designer? Fuck, I could do better than this."

"A-hn! S-sorry! I'll do it right... hng...!"

I ramped up the piston speed to make the squelching louder. Her waist arched visibly. Then her ass started instinctively grinding back against my crotch. Her pussy was loving it while up top she clung to the blueprint, pretending to be a haughty elite, panting away. Fucking hilarious. This is what exploding dopamine feels like.

The perverts on the other side of the screen were loving it. My fingers relentlessly dug into the deepest, most swollen spot inside her pussy.

"President!"

A subordinate's voice boomed through the open space—from beyond the door leading to the basement stairs. No soundproofing yet, so the regular door let the sound carry ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right up.

Perfect timing. I could feel Cha Su-ah's heart pounding like it would burst, transmitted straight to my chest through her back.

Once they opened the basement door and climbed the stairs, the only hiding spot in this 100-pyeong open space was behind this bar table. Getting caught in this pathetic state, bent over offering her pussy to me? Total game over.

"Should we go with 150mm thickness for the basement soundproofing walls?!"

I didn't pull my fingers out. Instead, I hooked my index finger and scraped her inner spot mercilessly, whispering in her ear.

"Answer him. Your eager junior's calling for his master. You know my place needs perfect interiors, right?"

"Hng... haa... aaang... Y-yes, yes..."

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"Answer like you always do—strict and haughty. Can't lose face in front of your subordinates. Bet they jerk off to you every night."

At my words, Cha Su-ah gripped the blueprint with a crazed expression. The doorknob seemed to rattle with terror. And below, the mind-melting pleasure from my rough fingers mixed with my mocking tease. This extreme tension shattered her brain completely.

"Wh-what?!"

Cha Su-ah forced out a shout.

"150mm... haa... fill it tight and finish the sealing...!"

The moment she spat out her usual stiff tone. Her body went rigid like a log. The dread of getting caught by her subordinate acted as the perfect trigger.

She clamped her hand over her mouth and hit a silent climax. Sploosh!Pssshhh!

Her pussy, gripping my fingers tight, convulsed and unleashed a massive flood of liquid.

Her wildly bucking waist. The juices streamed down her pale thighs and puddled on the floor. She'd held back so much it formed a huge slick mess instantly—a full-on fountain show.

The chat erupted like her pent-up squirt, tips pouring in madly.

Creeeak. The basement door opened with rusty hinges. Subordinates climbing the stairs.

I quickly yanked my hand from under her skirt. I wiped my slick fingers on the waistband of her expensive skirt, then nodded indifferently at the puddle on the floor.

"Clean up your mess."

"......!!"

"What'll your team think when they see the fluids you so eagerly sprayed everywhere? 'Did she spill a drink? But the smell... what is this?' That'd be fun too."

I stepped back, switching to my innocent young artist face.

Cha Su-ah panicked, eyes darting between the puddle and the basement door, trembling.

Well, Cha Su-ah? What now? Footsteps growing closer.

She collapsed to the floor. Then, like an animal, she got on all fours and lapped at the huge puddle of her own juices.

Lick, slurp.

Wow. Fuck. This is it. Gangnam's top Design Su boss designer—who swept the floors clean—on her belly, slurping up her pussy juice to avoid her subordinates? Pure dopamine paradise.

She scraped the floor with her tongue, swallowing the liquid dripping from her mouth, gagging and tears streaming.

"President, about the basement stairs blueprint... Huh?"

The subordinate who came up froze, spotting Cha Su-ah on the floor.

She jolted up in shock. She secretly wiped the juices from her mouth with her blouse sleeve and forced her glasses up haughtily.

"President... were you crying? Why..."

Our flustered subordinate at her state.

"Oh... I heard the artist's old stories, and they were so sad I couldn't handle it... ha... must've been tough, artist."

Nice. This bitch's acting is impeccable. Right up there with Ji-hye as the twin peaks.

"No... I'm grateful you empathize like that."

I played along perfectly with her act. The employees were all 'Whoa, our president's got a human side...' in awe.

Perfect, Cha Su-ah.

The pervs beyond the screen seemed extra thrilled today.

"And wow, President Cha! That partition routing you drew earlier? Pure art. Lucky you all get to work with such a cool mentor."

My smooth praise earned admiring looks from the subordinate—'As expected of our president.'

But Cha Su-ah trembled at the corners of her eyes from humiliation, enduring the sticky sensation still dripping between her legs and the lingering taste in her mouth.

I grinned like a clueless fool and whispered just loud enough for her.

"Stream's killing it, President."

"......"

"I'll settle your cut tomorrow. Time to do some actual designer work now?"

I'd scooped up the golden pussy that breeds donations. Let's keep working hard from here on out.