Different Inside and Out
"Feeling a little better now?"
"...Yes."
Judging by the mood, I'd expected her to bawl her eyes out all day. But true to her position as a company CEO, she pulled herself together and got to her feet in no time. Then she immediately put in a call to that problem son of hers.
The bastard scrambling to pull out from in front of Eun-ju's place was a given. The funny part, though, was that even after she'd stopped crying — even through the entire call with her son — she stayed right there in my arms, without the slightest thought of pulling away.
It was honestly adorable. Anyone watching would've thought I was this woman's father. Or her husband.
Even after the call ended, she just sat there nestled against me. Watching her stay like that, lost in thought, I had a feeling she wasn't even aware of what she was doing. Pushed to her psychological limit, she'd instinctively looked for something to lean on — and once she'd found it, she'd planted herself there for good.
Figuring we couldn't keep sitting on the floor like this, I stood up. She didn't even notice what she was doing until I'd scooped her into a princess carry.
"Wh-what...?"
"What?"
"Um... put me down..."
"Stay still. We're just going to the sofa."
I carried her over and sat down with her still in my arms. That said, she was pretty heavy. She was tall and had muscle on her, so I supposed that was only natural.
She looked up at me. Then, carefully:
"Um... thank you."
I understood what she meant, so I gave her a little more consideration. After all, that would make what I was planning go a whole lot smoother.
"You can stay like this a little longer."
"Okay..."
She pressed one cheek against my chest and started idly tracing something on my shirt with her index finger — the way a little kid doodles letters in the dirt at a playground. Was she that psychologically shaken? Or had she already come to depend on me that much?
"So what are you going to do?"
"...I don't know."
"I don't know the full story, but I get the feeling this isn't the first time something like this has happened."
A long sigh. She hung her head, and the hand that had been doodling across my chest dropped away with it.
The mood seemed settled enough. Time to start laying the groundwork.
"There's nothing you can do?"
"No... if it were a daughter, maybe. But a son... I have no idea what to do. If that man were still around, I would have left it to him, but..."
For the record, Kang Sul-ah and her husband had divorced four years into the marriage. The reason was simple: he'd cheated. While Sul-ah was stuck at home after giving birth to their first child and pregnant with the second, that husband of hers had been out diligently meeting other women. It caught the Chairman's eye, and after paying out a hefty settlement, the man was all but thrown out in a divorce.
I heard he's still doing pretty well for himself, though.
He was connected to one of the top ten conglomerates in Korea, so from what I'd heard, the hit hadn't been all that significant. There were even rumors he'd done it on purpose.
Anyway — she needed a man to help her out? Perfect. That was exactly where I came in.
"Want me to tell you what to do, then?"
"Really? Please, tell me."
She pleaded with a desperate look on her face — the face of someone who'd just spotted a single ray of salvation in a darkness filled with nothing but despair.
"It's nothing special. I'm just telling you what other people do."
"Even so. Please tell me."
Looking at her like this, it struck me all over again just how completely clueless she was about anything involving her kids, outside of her own work. I supposed I understood. To catch the current Chairman's eye and land a CEO position, she must have worked herself to the bone chasing results. She'd have worked so hard her eyes were bloodshot and cobwebs had grown over her pussy. All to climb her way up here.
Well, that worked out just fine for me. CEO of a company or not, she might actually be easier to handle than most women.
I held up my index and middle fingers in front of her eyes.
"There are two options. First: ship him off to the military right now."
"Th-the military? But doesn't it take months after you apply?"
"Ah, don't worry about that. There's another track — apply for that and he'll be gone in three or four days. That one's better for knocking some sense into him."
I wasn't sure she understood what I meant, but my confident expression must have put her at ease, because her face relaxed a little. She thought it over for a moment, then asked:
"And the other one?"
"This one's a bit softer — send him abroad for a while."
A worried look flashed across her face.
"A-abroad? Isn't that dangerous? I've been hearing lately that people are doing drugs and all kinds of things..."
"But if he stays here, he'll just keep doing the same shit over and over, infinitely."
"...That's true."
A gloomy look settled over her face. She knew perfectly well what a walking disaster her son was — it wasn't like there'd only been one or two incidents lately. She asked me if there might be some other way, but I firmly told her there wasn't.
There actually was one good option...
No reason to tell her about it, though.
The best method was simply to get him married. This whole mess had started with lust, so marrying him off would solve it to some degree. Of course, judging by the way the kid carried himself, he'd be cheating before long anyway.
She agonized over it again and again before turning to me for help. It was a major decision — apparently too much for her to make on her own.
"Which one do you think would be better?"
"Why overthink it? Ask him. Tell him to pick his own punishment."
"Ah. That's a good idea."
She lit up, looking thoroughly pleased. Watching her, I smiled inwardly. The fact that she was asking me for an answer she could have arrived at with even a moment's thought said a great deal. Whether she'd thought of that option herself or not, I couldn't say — but the point was that she was coming to rely on me more and more.
Kang Sul-ah, CEO of KUC Food, was — without even realizing it — rapidly giving her heart to a man who'd come back into her life after seventeen years.
Keep soothing her like this, and eventually she'll depend on me completely.
She was already calling me Master. And on top of that, she was handing over her heart? Even among slaves, you wouldn't find one this devoted.
I looked down. Between the two bursting breasts packed tight inside her dress, a dizzying valley seized my eyes. I swallowed. Yeah, this wasn't going to work.
"I'll go tonight, give him a proper talking-to, and make him choose between the two."
"Yeah. Yeah. But before that..."
I stroked her hair. Sul-ah looked up at me with wide, round eyes, as if to ask Why? I kissed her — a soft peck, then a longer, wetter one — and said:
"Sul-ah, I really want you right now..."
"That's... I have work. Time is..."
I pressed my lips to hers again, sucking softly. I slipped my tongue inside and gently caressed the soft flesh of her mouth. Her face crumpled.
"Mmh... I-I can't..."
But she wouldn't be able to refuse. The moment she'd come to me with her son's problem and I'd given her the answer, the game had already been over. The latch on the door to her heart had already been smashed to pieces and thrown wide open... there was no closing it now.
Alright — time to present that filthy body of yours.
I grabbed both of her breasts and kneaded them. As they squished and deformed under my hands, she panted shallowly and signaled her surrender. She glanced slightly to the side and said:
"B-but you have to finish quickly, okay?"
Sure. Let's just fill that womb once before lunch, Sul-ah. But what came out of my mouth was something else.
"You're so attractive I might not be able to finish that fast."
"Tch... what's that supposed to mean."
She let out a pleased little laugh. Now that she'd decided to go through with it, there wasn't a trace of discomfort left on her face.
I kissed her, one hand on her breast, the other slipping inside her panties. A wet, slick sensation met my fingertips. Didn't even need to bother with foreplay, huh?
"What's this? You're already soaked. You wanted it too, didn't you?"
"I-I don't know."
Heh. Our CEO of KUC Food — maybe it was the lack of experience in this department, but she sure embarrassed easily. To dodge my teasing question, she kissed me even more passionately. She squeezed her half-lidded eyes fully shut and focused entirely on the kiss.
The way she threw herself into it was a real pleasure to watch. Well then — I should do my part too.
I carefully lifted her up, then laid her gently on the sofa and pressed my raging cock against her pussy. Her hole clenched around the head as it pushed past the entrance, welcoming it in. I answered that welcome by pushing all the way inside, and Sul-ah threw her arms around me and shuddered.
Her behavior's changed, even if just a little.
Just yesterday, when I entered her, she'd put both hands on my chest and pushed me away. Now she was doing the opposite — holding on tight. Had something shifted in her? I was curious, so I decided to find out.
I pulled my lips away from the kiss. Instead, I slowly rolled my hips, grinding my cock against the inside of her hole. Still doing that, I gently stroked her hair and asked:
"Sul-ah."
"Yes, Master..."
Oh-ho. She must be feeling pretty good right now. She was calling me Master all on her own.
"What do you think of me?"
"Huh...?"
Her eyes went wide. Anyone watching would've thought I'd just smacked her in the back of the head. She dropped her gaze for a moment, seeming to think about something, then turned her head slightly to the side.
What that meant was simple. She herself was confused about what she felt for me — but she hadn't fully opened up yet.
"P-please finish quickly..."
With her head still turned away, she flicked her eyes over to sneak a look at my expression. Heh heh. Cute. Was she testing me now? Fine — I'd give her what she wanted.
I thrust deep into the hole that was squeezing my cock so tightly, and pulled those big breasts out from inside her dress. They bounced and swayed. Every time I thrust, those massive tits jiggled heavily. I buried my face in that ample chest and started moving my hips hard. Wet, filthy sounds burst out with every thrust as my cock inched its way toward the entrance of her womb.
"Nnh. Hah. Hnnh. Nnh."
Her face flushed red, she stared fixedly at the sofa across from us — as if looking at my face after that question was just too embarrassing. And yet her arms stayed locked around me, refusing to let go.
That contrast brought out my playful side. I leaned in close to her ear and asked softly:
"Are you scared?"
"Hah... what? S-scared of what?"
"What do you think. I'm asking if you're scared you'll start falling for me."
"Nnh. Th-that's absolutely not it..! Ah. Hah. P-please finish already."
Then why were the arms around me squeezing even tighter?
Well, well. They always say people at the top are two-faced... and this fit perfectly. What, would her luck run away if she were just a little more honest?
And then, suddenly — a ringtone. A call from the secretary's office, by the sound of it. But right now she was pinned underneath me, panting hard. When she tried to get up and answer it, I punished her with a few sharp thrusts of my cock, and she immediately gave up.
Then came a quiet knock. Since she hadn't picked up, they'd come in person. Must be something pretty important.
"Madam CEO, are you busy?"
"W-what is it?"
"The Chairman will be visiting within thirty minutes."
"Ah — Father?!"
She jolted in shock, unwrapped her arms from around me, and started trying to push me off. The tension flooding her face said everything about how she felt toward the Chairman on a regular basis.
But who said we were done here?
I grabbed the wrist of the woman trying to resist and said:
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Didn't you hear? Father is coming!"
"And?"
It was only when she saw the hard look on my face that she seemed to register her situation. Her expression crumpled, and tears welled up fast.
"P-please. I'll do whatever you tell me, so please, just let me go this once...!"
She clasped her hands in front of her and begged desperately. She looked like a child who'd been scolded and beaten, pleading that she was sorry — and for a moment I almost felt sorry enough to let her go... but then I thought better of it.
Opportunities like this were rare. And when an opportunity comes, you always take full advantage of it — it makes everything that comes after so much easier. Which meant there was only one thing I needed to do with this.
Let's fill that womb with a load before the Chairman gets here, Sul-ah. Heh.