The Impregnation Project
In the end, she only made it back to the office after a full six hours writhing underneath me.
I can still picture the last look on her face as she left the hotel room. Utterly spent, both legs trembling, she stared down at my cock with an expression I couldn't reduce to a single word — a swirl of emotions too mixed and too raw to name.
Either way, I'd gotten the start I wanted.
After I sent her off, a flicker of concern had me reaching for my phone. The person I called was, of course, Eun-ju.
Good. At first the shock had hit her so hard she couldn't even speak — just sat there shaking so badly I'd been genuinely worried. She seemed to have found some measure of calm now.
Oh. Was she missing me?
Looks like I ought to head home tonight after all. I'd spent about a week running myself ragged setting the pieces in place, but with her calling like this every night, sleeping at her place had become the new routine.
Min-ah needed looking after too. She'd start feeling neglected. Granted, I could leave her alone for the next two months and she'd be fine — but I should definitely stop by in a week. About two weeks after her period ended, her body would be burning for it, and if I didn't take care of her then, she'd nurse that resentment for a long, long time.
Even when I couldn't go in person, I kept up a steady stream of texts. Maintenance.
A kiss came through the speaker. Then the line went dead.
Well. Time to head back, then.
I stepped into the room to gather my things, and the thick smell of sex still hanging in the air hit me full in the face. We'd really gone at it. The whole place was soaked. Sorry about the mess, I thought toward whatever poor soul had to clean this room. I left a few bills as a tip, grabbed my bag, and slipped out quietly.
"Good morning, ma'am!"
"Beautiful morning, CEO!"
I returned each greeting one by one as I made my way quietly into my office. The familiar air and the room's familiar landscape rose up to meet me, settling my scattered emotions, laying a hush of peace over my heart.
God, I loved this place. Especially that first moment of the morning, walking through the door — peace found me so fast it was almost a physical thing. The kind of peace I could never have in a household ruled by a great tiger. The one space in the world that existed solely for me. The one stretch of time no one was allowed to interrupt.
Which is why I saw no one during this hour. It came only once a day, and it was mine alone.
I crossed the room at an unhurried pace, sank into my chair, and began working through the newspapers and important documents my secretary had laid out. Nothing special. The papers were the usual, and a careful look through the documents turned up nothing urgent either.
Well then. Maybe I'll have a cup of coffee and spend a little time with my pretty ones.
The pretty ones being my plants. One of the few hobbies that actually brought me joy. I lifted the cup and took a light sip—
Ma'am.
"Yes. What is it?"
You have a visitor.
"A visitor?"
At this hour of the morning? But the moment I heard the name, the peace in my heart shattered into pieces.
It's Mr. Seo-hoo, who came yesterday.
"...Send him in."
The door clicked open. A man stepped through — a man whose face made it genuinely hard to believe we were only a year apart. He wore a smile that matched that handsome face and walked toward me at an easy pace.
He really was good-looking. Annoyingly so. But more than that, last night came flooding back, and heat rushed to my face. I'd thought once would be the end of it with a man. After everything he'd done to me yesterday, I was still sore down there.
So why, exactly, was this stamina-monster of a pretty boy showing up at the crack of dawn?
"Sleep well, Sul-ah?"
Ugh. He just used my name like it was his to use.
"Yes. But... what brings you here?"
He came up and patted my arm. Get up. Move. I stood, and he sank into my chair in my place. Then he gestured at me.
"What do you think? I woke up thinking about you and couldn't wait. Suck."
...I had a feeling this was going to be every morning from now on.
Damn. This is incredible.
A blowjob from a company CEO, first thing in the morning. I leaned back in the chair and looked down at the woman with her face buried in my lap.
"How's it feel, sucking Master's cock first thing in the morning? You like it?"
She took me deep, pulled off with a wet sound, and answered around the head.
"Yesh. Slurp. Suck. I-I like it..."
I let my gaze travel down over her. Our CEO Kang Sul-ah was showing off a different look today — a slightly looser dress than yesterday, not the floaty kind a girl would wear, but something with a qipao's clean, close lines. Which meant that from where I sat, the lace-trimmed white panties between her crouched thighs were impossible to miss. Plush lips, a clear camel toe running right down the middle.
Put her in a bikini later and it'll be a hell of a view.
I was already looking forward to everything still to come. But first things first — I should get her pregnant.
I set a hand on the head of the woman still sucking me with wet, eager little sounds, stroking her hair as I spoke.
"That's enough sucking. Climb on."
"Yes..."
She slipped her panties off and set them on the desk. They were as finely made as she was, expensive lace worked along every edge. A little mussed from having my cock in her mouth, she still looked every inch the polished, commanding woman she was as she glanced back at me.
"Um... how should I... the position..."
"Ass toward me."
"Yes."
She planted her hands on the desk and pushed that generous ass back in my direction. An already impressive pair of hips became something else entirely, presented like an invitation I had no intention of refusing. I brought my palm down with a sharp crack.
"H-hyaah?! Th-that's too hard. Everyone outside will hear — please go a little easier..."
"You talking back to me?"
"...No."
She bowed her head and pushed her ass out again. Between those heavy cheeks, a lewd little pussy and a tight asshole twitched in anticipation, waiting for my cock. Well then. Time for another taste of the upper crust.
I smacked her ass again, just as loud, and said,
"You remember what I taught you yesterday? Do it."
Her whole body shuddered with humiliation. She did it anyway. Ass shoved back, knees bent into a horse stance, she forced the words out.
"You want my cock that badly?"
"...Yes."
"Then wag that ass like a dog."
She wagged. Those watermelon-heavy hips rolled from side to side in big, shameless swings. I couldn't help a low laugh. Unbelievable.
"Good. I can tell how badly you want it. If you want it that much, put it in yourself."
She stopped swaying and reached back between her thighs, wrapped her hand around me, and lined the head up with her entrance. Then she started easing herself down. Whether it was the blowjob or the anticipation, she was already soaked.
Nngh. Incredible. After everything I'd done to her yesterday, she still clenched down like a fist. That glorious pressure from the head all the way down the shaft had me swelling even thicker, stretching her wider as I went.
"Nnnh. It's so biiig..."
"Just big?"
"N-no... it's big and it feels good..."
I chuckled. When I'd first walked into this office there'd been a flicker of resentment in her eyes. It was gone now — replaced by a dazed, heated look that belonged to a completely different woman.
She started moving her hips. That massive ass rose and fell with her, coming down until it almost kissed the base of my cock before lifting away again, over and over, just shy of taking me to the root. God, I wanted inside that womb.
I was already at the entrance. Every time she rocked, the head of my cock gave her cervix a light, insistent knock. There was no room left to bury myself to the hilt — not yet. But if I ever pushed through into the womb itself, that ass and my hips would meet in a wet, filthy slap that anyone listening would recognize for exactly what it was: two animals breeding.
The wet, heavy rhythm filled the office. She swallowed her moans as best she could, and I leaned back in the chair and watched her face and that rolling, bouncing ass, perfectly content. Getting serviced by the CEO in her own office before breakfast. Yeah. I'd be coming in every morning.
I was enjoying myself when a knock cut through the room.
"Ma'am, may I come in?"
Sul-ah, who'd been working her hips so diligently, froze in shock. She fought her breathing down and managed,
"What is it?"
"I've brought a drink for your guest."
She whipped her head around to stare at me. You're kidding.
Well. I had set this up on purpose. Before I even walked into the CEO's office, I'd casually asked for green tea or black tea, one or the other. Why? Because this is what makes it fun. A little tension. A little risk.
"Yeah. My mouth was getting bored anyway."
"D-do you really... couldn't you have told me about that beforehand?"
She glared at me like I'd gone too far. Oh? Climbing up already? There was no real accusation in it — more a plea to warn her next time. Still. Talking to her Master like that?
"You talking back to your Master?"
"Th-that's not what I—"
I raised my hand, opened my palm, and brought it down hard across that pale ass.
Smack.
"Hyaah?!!"
She clearly hadn't expected it to land that loud. Her pupils blew wide, darting as she stared at me. Fair enough. That one would have carried straight through the door — and as if to prove it, the voice outside came again, uncertain.
"M-ma'am?"
"I-I'll call you again later, so—"
"Wait."
I cut her off before she could send the secretary away. She looked back at me with a pitiful, pleading face, the kind that said please don't do anything insane.
Sorry. I was going to.
I smiled and told her,
"Go get it yourself. And keep the skirt hiked up just like that."
She had the hem of her dress shoved up to her waist from riding me. At the order, she pressed a hand to her belly with the most wretched expression I'd seen on her yet, but I jerked my chin toward the door and told her to hurry.
"...Yes."
She quickly straightened only the top of her clothes and walked to the door. One deep breath — and just like that, the woman who'd been taking my cock vanished, replaced by the CEO as if none of it had happened. The more I watched her, the more impressive she got.
She cracked the door just wide enough to lean her upper body out, took the cup from the secretary waiting on the other side, and brought it to me. The moment she was standing in front of me again, every ounce of that commanding CEO presence evaporated. She twisted in place like a puppy that needed to pee, sneaking glances at my face.
Even if I work her hard, credit where it's due.
I reached out, pulled her in, and folded her against my chest. I kissed her, stroking her hair and her back, and the body that had been trembling in anticipation of whatever I'd do next went soft, as if she'd stepped into warm sun. She kissed me back with real hunger, and after we'd traded spit a few dozen times I eased away and said,
"Good girl. Keep doing as you're told and I'll be very sweet to you. Let's do this right. Understand?"
"Yes..."
"Shall we take this to the bed?"
She nodded, reluctantly. Her face said she was still trying to figure out how I even knew there was a bed. I'd just thrown it out there — some executive offices have one, some don't. Apparently this one did.
She went first. I followed, quiet, one hand on her ass and the other between her legs, and she led me into the small attached room off the CEO's office. A bed, a wardrobe, the usual conveniences for someone who lived at work.
I lay back on the mattress. The air was thick with her — a dense, feminine scent that clung to the sheets. She stood beside the bed, fidgeting, looking down at me.
"What are you standing around for, CEO? Strip and get on top of me."
"Yes..."
The dress came off. The small bra underneath followed. What that left behind was a body so lush it pulled a low sound of appreciation out of me all by itself. Time to get started in earnest.
"Hold on. Bring me some water first."
She tilted her head but went to the mini-fridge in the corner and came back with a bottle, even twisting the cap off before she handed it over. Thoughtful. I liked that. Which is probably why a twinge of guilt flickered through me — because what I was about to do was genuinely rotten.
Then again, I was a bastard to begin with. I shook the feeling off, reached into my pocket, and held a pill out to her.
"What... is this?"
She turned it over in her fingers, eyes wide, like she'd never seen anything like it. I had no reason to lie, and no need to.
"...What?"
The uneasy look on her face lasted only a second before it collapsed into raw horror. She'd understood exactly what the pill meant. Her eyes, her hands, her feet — her whole body started to shake.
"Take it."
"B-but... if I take this..."
Instead of answering, I made a phone with my thumb and pinky and waggled it beside my ear. Take it, or I call the Chinese.
Her hands trembling, she picked up the pill, set it on her tongue, and swallowed it down with gulp after gulp of water.
"Open your mouth. I want to make sure you swallowed it."
"....."
I checked thoroughly. Nothing. Just the pretty red inside of a mouth shining with unshed tears. She'd taken it.
Then let's begin in earnest.
KANG SUL-AH
IMPREGNATION PROJECT
"Get up here and ride."