Nights Stained with Greed and Lust
Countless nights stained with greed and lust slipped by. Seo Harin had now melted flesh and bone into the mire of the massive predator Park Minhyuk, swimming through that abyss of her own volition.
The number of times Kim Junho's name lit up her smartphone had noticeably dwindled. In the past, they'd shared their daily lives all day long, whispering sweet nothings of love. But now, even obligatory check-in texts felt like a chore to Harin; she cut conversations short with curt, one-word replies.
"Oppa! I'm so swamped with work these days. I'll hit you up later!"
A flimsy, cowardly excuse about being busy. Yet even as she hit send, Harin's naked body nestled in Minhyuk's broad embrace, greedily soaking in his warmth.
Just then, Junho had been assigned a major project requiring his return to headquarters, keeping him away from Seoul for months. The physical distance and excuses intertwined perfectly, thinning her lover's presence in her daily life to something as fragile as a faded sheet of paper.
With time, Harin's body and life were meticulously tailored to Park Minhyuk's tastes, dyed in the lurid, luxurious hues and silhouettes that aroused him most.
"This color's way more sensual and beautiful on you, Harin."
Fresh crimson manicure and pedicure, stamped with his dark preferences. Harin painted her nails and toes in that garish yet lethally seductive shade she could never have imagined for her old self.
Minhyuk lounged back against the bed, lazily taking her slender, red-tipped fingers and delicate toes between his lips, licking them with sloppy relish. His tongue delving between her toes, drool trailing down—it was utterly decadent.
"Ahh…! That tickles, oppa…"
Even as he defiled her toes so filthily, Harin flushed crimson and let out a sultry laugh. Shame had long since dissolved before pleasure.
Her wardrobe had transformed completely. The prim, baggy office attire of old was shoved into the closet's corner. In its place: deep-plunging blouses baring her cleavage and tight H-line skirts that shamelessly outlined her ass and thighs with every step. These were no longer mere clothes—they were the most blatant, upscale wrapping for her flesh, designed to forcibly seize a man's gaze and ignite his lust.
Locations meant nothing to them anymore. The Executive Director's office at headquarters, Harin's studio apartment, Minhyuk's place—anywhere their eyes met became a breathless den of depravity, day or night.
They were true sex partners now. Frantic, addictive fucking, devouring each other's bodies until they could scarcely breathe.
One ordinary afternoon in the Executive Director's office. Minhyuk was on the phone with a key client, his low, steady voice saying, "Yes, we'll proceed under those terms."
At that moment, Harin crawled under the desk, quietly unzipping his pants. She cupped his already rock-hard, massive cock in both hands and engulfed the glans with her red lips in one go.
Slurp… slurp slurp… schluuuurp!
She drove it deep into her throat, sucking hard. Saliva overflowed slickly; her tongue traced the veins, the wet sounds echoing secretly beneath the desk.
Minhyuk didn't flinch, continuing the call while stroking her hair with one hand. "Mmm… Yes, understood. Details via email…"
Then a knock, and a subordinate entered with a report. "Director, here's the quarterly performance summary."
Harin held her breath, shoving the cock even deeper down her throat. Minhyuk spread his legs slightly, casually taking the documents.
Right as the subordinate stood there, Minhyuk's cock throbbed in Harin's mouth, erupting hot semen.
Gulp! Gulp gulp! Spurt!
Harin squeezed her eyes shut, throat convulsing as she swallowed every drop. Amid the fishy flood filling her mouth and the dizzying asphyxiation of pleasure, she trembled faintly, accepting it all in silence.
As the subordinate left and the door clicked shut, Harin emerged from under the desk, looking up at Minhyuk and licking her lips. "Oppa’s cum… so much today… my throat’s all sore…"
Minhyuk chuckled low, pulling her up for a kiss.
That evening, same office. Minhyuk slouched deep in his wide chair. He drew Harin onto his lap, her back fully against his chest, then draped her legs over each armrest.
Her legs splayed wide, the sheer coffee-brown stockings stretched taut. Minhyuk ripped them roughly with one hand.
Riiip!
Thigh flesh bared, he shoved the lewd lace panties aside. "In this position… everything’s on display. Look how obscenely wet your pussy is."
Harin leaned fully into his firm chest, legs hooked on the armrests leaving her hovering in midair. She hiked up her blouse and bra, baring her voluptuous breasts.
Minhyuk's massive cock tapped her entrance, then plunged deep in one thrust.
Squelch!
"Haaang…! Oppa…! So deep…! Your cock’s stabbing right into my womb…!"
Harin’s legs quivered on the armrests as she stifled moans. Minhyuk gripped one breast hard, pinching the nipple, while his other hand clamped her waist, thrusting up savagely from below.
Her body hovered exposed as his cock endlessly ravaged her pussy.
Slap! Slap slap! Squelch! Squish! Riiip!
Flesh smacked wetly, juices splattering, filling the office with obscene sounds. Harin threw her arms back around his neck, body shaking wildly with legs pinned, screaming in ecstasy.
"Aaaang…! Oppa…! Like this… legs spread so wide… it’s too slutty…! If someone sees… haauk!"
Minhyuk licked her ear, chuckling darkly. "Your pussy… tastes so fucking good. Spreading your legs in the office to devour my cock… it’s driving me insane."
And in the master bedroom of Minhyuk's penthouse. After marathon sex, Harin slid naturally between his legs. She wrapped both hands around his still-twitching cock, licking the glans clean of every last drop.
Slurp… slurp slurp… glurk…
She moved to his nipples, sucking hard with her tongue while jerking him fast with one hand. Even as their lips met in a kiss, her hand never stopped stroking and pumping.
Minhyuk groaned in satisfaction, petting her head. "Good girl… even cleanup’s so thorough."
One evening, in Harin's studio apartment by the window after breathless sex. Harin buried her sweat-slick face in his firm chest, savoring the hot cum still leaking from her pussy where his cock had withdrawn.
After a long moment, she lifted her head. "Oppa… but where’s the Director’s wife right now?"
Minhyuk slowly brushed her damp hair, chuckling low. "Studying abroad. Won’t be back in Korea for years, so don’t think nonsense. Just… keep taking my cock so deliciously, swallowing my cum deep in your womb."
At those words, Harin's eyes gleamed even more lewdly. She straddled him, grasping his still-hard cock and rubbing the glans teasingly against her entrance, back and forth.
Schlick… schlick… squish… squelch…
Her pussy lips tried to swallow the head, missed, rubbed again—the filthy sounds echoed through the room. Staring straight into his eyes, she lowered her hips slightly, then squelch! impaled herself to the hilt.
"Haaaang…! Oppa… now… Harin only needs your cock…"
Harin hugged his neck tight and began pistoning her hips madly once more. The two dove into yet another endless night of depravity.
Park Minhyuk was now, to Harin, the perfect, irresistible stud. Overwhelming physique, endlessly erect massive cock, beastly stamina that ravaged her all night without tiring. He utterly violated and dominated her body, mind, and reason.
The clumsy, hasty sex she'd once shared with Kim Junho lingered in her memory as pathetic, insignificant ruins. Junho's gentle touches seemed pathetically feeble against Minhyuk's brutal conquest.
Harin admitted it fully now. She had become Park Minhyuk's sex partner.
And this fallen pleasure… was so sweet, she never wanted to escape.
Months more passed inexorably. Seo Harin now reigned as the official 'office wife' of the Busan branch's absolute power, Executive Director Park Minhyuk.
Shedding even her nominal marketing department title, she was formally reassigned as his direct secretary. No more partitions—she sat at the desk right outside his office.
Coworkers' jealous whispers and mockery fell on deaf ears, numbed by the taste of Minhyuk's power and pleasure.
The secretary title became their perfect legal cover, letting them privatize even office hours to devour each other's bodies.
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Kim Junho stared at his monitor with bloodshot eyes, pounding the keyboard relentlessly. Months without setting foot in Seoul, surrendering even weekends to work—it carved into his bones like agony.
The loneliness of not hearing Harin's voice choked him every night.
Just hold on a bit longer! Nail this project, and I can head to headquarters with my head high! Then propose to Harin properly and get married!
Junho soothed his aching heart with canned coffee, clinging fiercely to that dazzling future with his beloved.
Beyond the glass partition, Senior Manager Yoon Jiyeon passed by with documents in hand.
Months ago. That dizzying lip collision in her officetel by accident had left their relationship awkwardly rigid, like walking on thin ice.
He couldn't read her inner thoughts. But since then, Junho had scrupulously avoided one-on-one drinks, private chats outside work, even incidental touches—keeping a careful distance.
I have Harin! I can't disappoint or betray the precious woman waiting for me in this distant place—not ever again!
A young, healthy man flogging himself, vowing steadfast fidelity to his lover. Junho tenderly stroked the photo frame on his desk—him and Harin beaming brightly—then turned back to his work screen.
The radiant, pure lover he cherished and fought to protect with his life.
Had no idea that right now, at the top floor of Seoul's towering headquarters, she knelt under her married boss's desk in the sluttiest secretary outfit, lips parted like a beast.
Innocent vows and nauseating depravity ran perfectly parallel—the most wretched, deceptive daily life flowing on mercilessly.