Eternal Night of Depravity
Perfectly soundproofed, the Executive Director's office stood isolated. Beyond the single door separating it from the outside, dozens of employees held their breath, wrestling with stacks of document files and paperwork. But inside this vast, silent chamber of power, the last shreds of dignity belonging to a woman named Seo Harin plummeted wretchedly to the floor.
Slipping slowly—yet cruelly—upward over her thighs, the thin silk skirt revealed her final barrier: lace panties sagging limply down below her knees. Harin clutched the edge of the desk desperately with both hands, swallowing a breath laced with shame and anticipation as she bowed her head. Her perfectly exposed nakedness trembled faintly in the cold air.
Standing behind her, Minhyuk scanned her body like a predator, languidly. His long fingers first gripped her hips firmly, then slid straight into her hottest crevice.
“Haa…! D-Director…!”
Two thick fingers delved slowly but deeply into her already soaked pussy. Twisting his wrist, Minhyuk pressed firmly against her inner walls, his thumb circling and rubbing her clit. Wet, squelching sounds—schlick… schlick…—echoed obscenely through the room.
“Already this drenched. Were you always such a slut at the office?”
He thrust his fingers deeper, relentlessly probing her G-spot. Harin's hips bucked involuntarily; she bit her lip to stifle her moans, but it was futile.
“Hng…! Ahh…! Too… deep…!”
Minhyuk smiled with satisfaction and withdrew his fingers. Kneeling, he spread her ass cheeks with both hands and blew hot breath over her pussy. In the next instant, his tongue engulfed her entirely.
Slurp… smack… slrrrp…
His tongue sucked hard on her clit, plunging inside to lick her madly. Gripping her thighs tightly, he buried his face completely, vacuuming her in while scraping her inner walls with his tongue. Harin's legs buckled and shook.
“Aaaah! No…! Not there… with your tongue… hng! I-I'm gonna cum…!”
He deliberately slowed to torment her, then suddenly thrust his tongue deep while sucking her clit. Harin's body arched like a bow; clawing at the desk, she unleashed her first orgasm.
“Nngh…! Aaang…! C-Cumming…!”
Her pussy convulsed in his mouth, squirting clear juices. Minhyuk swallowed it all, still gently lapping to soothe her.
Confirming his prey fully melted, he rose slowly and dropped his pants. His massive, vein-bulging cock stood rigid like an iron rod. Gripping her waist firmly, he pressed the tip against her still-spasming entrance.
And—
Plunge! He rammed it root-deep in one go.
“Aaaaaah! Hng…! Too big…! It's tearing me…!”
Fully impaling her, Minhyuk pulled back slowly before pounding wildly again. Thwack! Smack! Squelch! Splurt! Schliiick!
The heavy impacts of flesh on flesh repeated as her pussy devoured and spat out his cock. Harin's upper body crumpled over the desk; each time her breasts mashed against the edge, moans burst from her. Minhyuk grabbed her hair with one hand, yanking her head back forcefully, and devoured her lips roughly.
“Mm…!”
Their tongues tangled, saliva mixing sloppily and overflowing in gushes. His tongue ravaged her mouth, thrusting deep toward her throat. The kiss was so fierce it nearly suffocated her. Tears welled in Harin's eyes as she accepted it, while below, his cock hammered her womb.
“Haa… Harin, your pussy's clenching so tight… driving me insane.”
Finally, Minhyuk's hips accelerated madly. Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack! And—
“Ngh…! Take it… all of it…!”
His hottest semen erupted like a volcano deep into her womb. The sensation of scorching liquid splashing her walls triggered Harin's second climax; her body shuddered violently.
“Haaaang…! So hot…! Filling me… up…!”
But Minhyuk didn't pull out post-climax. Still buried deep, he embraced her fully from behind. One hand roughly kneaded her voluptuous breast, the other pinched and twisted her nipple. His lips latched onto her nape, licking as he whispered.
“We're not done yet… I'll fill your insides with my cum until you're overflowing… make you feel it all day.”
He stirred slowly inside her with his still-hard cock. Utterly melted in his arms, Harin panted, sinking deeper into the swamp of depravity.
Minhyuk whispered low in her ear with a satisfied smile. “Now… clean it up nice and proper.”
Her reason dissolved, Harin crawled to him on trembling knees, eyes glazed. The picture of perfect corruption—a bitch made solely for him.
The fishy scent filled her mouth. As Harin finished meticulously cleaning his cock and reached for tissues on the side table to wipe the trails dripping between her thighs—
“Tsk. Don't wipe.”
Minhyuk's firm command seized her wrist.
“Just put your panties back on over the mess I left inside. And you don't have plans after work today, right? Clear your schedule—no exceptions.”
A tyrant brooking no refusal. Blushing with humiliation, Harin nodded. With shaking hands, she retrieved her fallen underwear and precariously pulled the soaked fabric up her thighs.
After fixing her disheveled hair and smudged makeup in the bathroom as best she could, Harin opened the heavy door of the Director's office and walked back to her partition cubicle. As if nothing had happened.
Wearing the mask of the most ordinary, diligent corporate drone, she sat at her desk and stared at her monitor. But inside, hellfire raged fiercely.
No words were hurled directly at her. Yet the exchanged glances as seniors headed to the break room, even the clacking keyboards, rang in her ears as mockery and whispers aimed at her.
Look at her. Called into the Director's office again. Wonder what she got up to in there?
Hallucinatory delusions clawed at her sanity. But that horrific tension and paranoid dread paradoxically fueled the most nauseating arousal.
Inside her clothes, unknown to anyone. Her thin panties clung sopping wet, saturated with Minhyuk's hot remnants, drenching her crotch. Each breath brought the sticky, depraved sensation.
Mingled among dozens of colleagues, bearing the married boss's traces while working—this insane betrayal ignited her body anew.
Ding! Bzzz! Her smartphone vibrated noisily on the desk. The screen lit up with [Junho oppa]'s desperate name.
But Harin flipped it face-down without a glance. She no longer had the right to answer—or the sanity to endure his tender voice.
Thus, Seo Harin betrayed her once-pure lover completely, sinking one step deeper into the irreversible abyss of corruption.
After quitting time. In the darkened underground parking garage of the building. Harin slipped into the passenger seat of Minhyuk's massive black sedan, glancing warily for onlookers.
Before the car even started, the door shut—Minhyuk's large hand plunged unhesitatingly under her skirt. He shoved the thin lace panties aside and rammed two thick fingers into her already-melted pussy.
Schlick!
“Eek…! Minhyuk oppa! Not yet… the car hasn't even—hng!”
Harin grabbed his wrist in panic, but Minhyuk twisted deeper, kneading her inner walls. Schlurp… schlurp…—the wet, filthy sounds instantly defiled the luxury sedan's interior.
“Already this sloppy. Thinking about me all day at the office? You filthy slut.”
His low, depraved whisper accompanied slow thrusts, relentlessly stirring her dirtiest depths. His thumb ground her swollen clit; his middle finger tapped her womb entrance.
Harin's hips bucked; her resistance melted into sweet moans.
As the car sped through Seoul's night streets, Minhyuk drove one-handed while tormenting her pussy relentlessly with the other. Adding a third finger, he ramped up the speed, churning her madly.
Slurp… splurt… schliiick…!
At every red light, he stopped, seized her head, and devoured her mouth beast-like, thrusting his tongue down her throat. Saliva gushed sloppily, dripping down her chin in obscene, violent deep kisses. All while his fingers pistoned faster and rougher below.
“Haaang…! Aaang! Please… oppa…! Too rough… hng! Everything inside… shaking…!”
Harin braced against the window, trembling violently, unleashing uncontrollable moans. Outside, Seoul's glamorous nightscape flowed endlessly—but her vision whited out. Only the womb-shaking pleasure and addictive corruption burned clear.
Minhyuk licked her ear long and slow, fingers buried deep, chuckling low. “This is just the start, Harin. By the time we get home… your pussy will be completely tamed to my fingers. Tonight, I'll fuck you for real…”
Finally, the massive sedan glided silently into the underground garage.
The brief moment as Minhyuk's penthouse door unlocked and clicked shut. He yanked her waist beast-like, slamming her against the wall. Her back hit cold surface; their ragged breaths tangled into a violent, lewd kiss.
But this time was utterly different. The Seo Harin who once pushed away in terror, tears streaming as she thrashed—no longer existed.
“Haa…! Mmph! Minhyuk oppa…!”
Instead, Harin rose on tiptoes, arms outstretched, desperately embracing his firm neck. She thrust her hot tongue first, greedily ravaging his mouth, sucking and entwining his depraved, beastly one madly. Saliva overflowed in gushes down their chins—an utterly vulgar, intense deep kiss. The blatant, base craving of a bitch perfectly tamed by the stud boiled hot from her entire body.
In the wide hallway toward the living room, the pair groped each other dirtily and greedily without parting lips for a second. Minhyuk's rough hands tore open her blouse, buttons flying to the floor. His palms seized her full breasts, kneading brutally, pinching nipples hard.
Harin, too, frantically yanked his tie loose, stripped his shirt, raking nails over his hard chest and abs in lewd caresses.
Across the luxurious marble floor. The shells of their so-called rationality scattered like pathetic, filthy fallen leaves.
The devil disguised as savior, and the angel who leapt willingly into his hellfire. The most profane, sensual, decadent night—eternal and unending—began devouring the deep darkness once more.