I'd Like You to Help Me
After some thought about where to go, I decided on a restaurant she knew. After everything she'd been through all day, taking her somewhere that suited her tastes seemed like the right call.
As we stepped out of the room, her secretary followed and took the wheel of Sul-ah's car.
"This is my secretary, Ju Yeon-hui. I trust her enough that she knows almost everything about me."
At Sul-ah's introduction, she dipped her head in a slight bow. I caught the curiosity flickering in her eyes as she looked at me.
She knows almost everything about Sul-ah?
"Wait. That thing between you and me..."
"Yes. Someone let it slip, but I've already told her. That you and I are seeing each other, Mr. Seo-hoo."
Hold on — lovers? Who decided that?
But I didn't say it out loud. Truth be told, it was the most plausible cover story we had. And besides, being close enough to a conglomerate CEO to fuck her in broad daylight had its advantages.
Still — could this girl really be trusted? It nagged at me enough that I had to ask. So as we got out of the car and headed into the restaurant, I asked quietly.
"Yeon-hui, was it? How did the two of you get so close?"
I knew well enough that there were no true allies among women. The question had been eating at me.
Sul-ah followed the staff member's lead, walking slowly, lost in thought. Recalling the past, maybe?
No point just standing around waiting for an answer, so I swept my gaze over the place. I'd never been here before. But I'd been to enough restaurants with a similar atmosphere that I didn't gawk around like some country bumpkin. I simply took in the scenery.
We walked slowly down a corridor lined on both sides with antique patterns. Everything was built of raw timber, and with every step the scent of wood filled my nose, as if we'd wandered into a forest. It cleared my head.
After winding through what felt like a maze of hallways, the staff member led us into a private room. A matching wooden table sat in the center, and on it — I had no idea when they'd placed it there — a porcelain teapot steamed gently.
The kind of place lawmakers and other high-ranking types would frequent.
Bringing me somewhere like this wasn't just about craving the food... A gesture of hospitality, maybe? Trying to get on my good side? But why? I had no way of knowing. How could I possibly read a woman whose inside and outside never quite matched?
Once we sat down, the staff member closed the door and withdrew quietly. Given that we hadn't placed an order, she must have called ahead.
The woman poured from the teapot in a slender stream and handed me a cup. Seeing her like this, her elegance was something else entirely. Jeong-ah, the department head's wife, had a dignity all her own — but she didn't even come close to Sul-ah.
She took a light sip from her cup and spoke.
"Yeon-hui... she had a very difficult childhood. I helped her through it, and that's how we grew close."
"Is she from our world?"
Sul-ah shook her head. Meaning she came from ordinary stock — not one of the major groups.
"She studied hard, prepared herself, and one day she came to me. She said she wanted to work under me for the rest of her life..."
"A bit of a cliché, but a good connection."
"It is."
Helping people in need and earning their loyalty in return was commonplace in this world. Most secretaries were either blood relatives or the same type as Yeon-hui. Unless something truly extraordinary happened, I probably didn't need to worry about betrayal.
"Family?"
"She had an elderly mother in poor health, but she passed away not long ago. She's alone now."
Tough luck for the girl, but convenient for us. Just as Sul-ah had said, she was a perfect secretary — every condition for trustworthiness checked off.
Guess I'll be leaning on her quite a bit going forward. I'll be coming to the office every day to fuck, after all.
"Then why not have her join us for the meal?"
"Would that be all right? I was worried you might... that you might find it uncomfortable..."
She'd been about to say Master, but the word wouldn't come out in public, so she corrected herself to you. Didn't matter to me. Outside of sex, she could call me whatever she wanted.
I nodded as if it were nothing.
"It's fine. I don't care about that kind of thing. As long as you're comfortable, that's all that matters."
"Then... I'll call her when the food arrives. There's something I need to talk to you about first."
So she was finally going to talk. That thing she'd been wrestling with since earlier? I crushed the curiosity trying to leak onto my face and waited with a calm expression.
The woman sat holding her cup in both hands, staring into it blankly. That graceful figure of hers looked like something out of a painting. She stayed like that for about a minute, then her cherry-red lips began to move, slowly and carefully.
"I have... a son and a daughter."
I already knew. Im Jae-sang and Im Ha-na. Twenty-four and twenty, respectively.
"But I suppose it's because I failed them as a mother... they haven't grown up the way they should have."
One was a piece of shit who went around raping people. The other was a girl who threw her body around like it was a toy. Both of them, unable to control the appetites of youth, running wild off the rails — and as their mother, it clearly weighed on her heavily.
But why was she bringing this up now...? The moment I heard what came next, I was so stunned I nearly dropped my cup onto the table.
She was asking me for help? And not just any help — raising her kids?
What those words meant was enormous. The people who held power — the top one percent of the world's population — they wanted their children to inherit their wealth and influence, and they used every method imaginable to make it happen. Fair means and foul alike.
Above all, they wanted their children to be capable of handling what they themselves had received from their ancestors, or what they had built with their own hands. And one of the things they valued most was education. For someone with power to entrust their children to another person was no small thing.
It was the same as Sul-ah trusting Yeon-hui — you simply couldn't hand something like that over unless you trusted the person completely. And she was handing it to me...
Is this... some kind of test?
It was obvious. Right now, Sul-ah was deciding whether she could stake everything she had on me. Accepting the responsibility of raising her children meant accepting everything she possessed. Would I take the crown, or wouldn't I?
If I refused, she'd fold her heart away in disappointment, and from then on her future would be decided as nothing more than my slave, my human toilet — or if she was lucky, a fuck buddy. But if I accepted... there was no telling how far this could go.
Not that there's anything to think about, really.
I always give it everything I've got when I go after a woman. Until the job is done and I walk away, my creed is to take not just their bodies but their hearts, the way a husband would. This was a no-lose proposition.
I put on a faintly worried expression and spoke to her. Words I didn't mean in the slightest.
"I'd be more than happy to help you, of course... but are you sure you want it to be me?"
She sank into thought for a moment. But it didn't last long. With a serious face, she nodded.
"Yes. I'm asking you. My children..."
The woman rose from her seat. Then she dropped flat to the floor, prostrating herself, her body trembling.
A mother's heart... If I'd had someone like this as a parent, would I have lived a completely different life?
I hurried over and pulled her to her feet. Moisture glistened around her eyes. That really got to me. I pulled her tightly into my arms and patted her back.
"Don't worry. I'll give them a real education."
"Thank you... thank you so much..."
The woman rested her cheek against my chest and wiped her tears. She hadn't shown it, but she'd been a glass bead one tap away from shattering. And we'd only known each other for how long...?
But it wasn't hard to understand. The higher you climb, the lonelier it gets. Every powerful person I'd ever met had been the same — they never showed it, but they were lonely. Isolated.
Maybe that's why she'd held out so long without seeing any men.
She must have known that the moment she let someone in, she'd shatter into pieces.
I looked down at her. Tears ran from her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were smiling. Her emotions were overflowing, but she felt unburdened.
I liked this crying look of hers. Second only to the tears she shed while gasping on my cock.
I took her face in both hands. She knew what it meant and came to me first. A soft peck.
A sweet, honeyed sensation filled my mouth. Plump and soft. Moist and clinging — that obscene texture made me forget we were in a restaurant, and I sank into her lips.
And I wasn't the only one. Not when this noble woman was crudely pushing her tongue out, begging to be caressed.
God... she's a woman who makes you want to make her cry all over again.
The sight of her kissing me through her tears was so beautiful. Of course, it was nothing compared to her smile.
I thought back to just before we left the office, when she'd smiled at me and shouted Deal! Warm sunlight. Brilliant flowers. A smile so beautiful no words could capture it. It was the kind of moment that completely overturned my belief that a woman's body always outranked her face.
I've been swimming in luck lately.
Or maybe I'm just getting old. The way women who make me want to settle down and get married keep showing up.
I laid her back just like that. Her enormous breasts bounced a couple of times from the motion. I tugged her top down just enough to pull those two obscene mounds free of her clothes. Tits so large they overflowed my palms, flaunting their existence for all they were worth.
As if spellbound, I leaned in and buried my face between her breasts. When I gathered them together with both hands, they formed a natural cushion so soft and yielding it couldn't exist anywhere else in the world.
I opened my mouth. Stuck out my tongue and sucked.
"Nnh. Hh... th-that feels so good..."
Yeah, I could tell. The way her body wriggled like an eel every time I sucked on her.
I buried my face completely in her chest, sucking left then right, my hands moving with urgency. I couldn't hold back any longer.
I undid my pants. Pushed her panties aside beneath her skirt. And then I sank right in.
"Nnh. I-it's so big... Master♥"
"Too big? Want me to pull it out?"
The woman shot me a sidelong glance, her face as lewd as a succubus. Oh, this... this was something else. She was a completely different person from this morning.
Sul-ah reached out and gripped my ass tight, holding me so I couldn't escape.
"If you keep teasing Sul-ah... I'm going to punish you."
Now that's an interesting threat.
"How are you going to punish me?"
"Just like this...!"
Suddenly the pussy gripping my cock clenched down hard. She'd tightened her ass and deliberately contracted around me. My dick was crushed like it'd been caught in a vise.
Kh... she's insane. I knew she kept herself in shape with regular exercise. I'd figured that was how she'd maintained a hole on par with girls in their twenties. But that had been a serious underestimate.
This is on a level that would put most athletic girls to shame.
Had she been hiding this pussy strength the whole time? Either way, the sensation of being crushed so relentlessly made my cock swell even thicker, ready to burst.
The woman smiled at the look on my face. She licked the corner of her mouth and spoke.
"Nnh. Hh. H-how is it? The squeeze... is it okay? Ah. Nnh. If it's too weak... I can go harder...♥"
"Meaning you can still go tighter?"
"Yes♥ But if I go any harder, I'm afraid I'll hurt you, Master..."
What a thing to worry about. A man's cock isn't that fragile!
That aside, it struck me all over again that she had no experience with men. The fact that she'd been holding back because she thought she'd hurt my dick said it all.
Then a question occurred to me. Wait — how did she even know how to clench like that? When I asked, Sul-ah said:
"Nnh. I do Kegel exercises too... nnh. Hh. R-regularly."
Now that was something. This body was built entirely for a man.
Her tits were enormous, but they were dense and full. Her ass was plump from having children. Her waist was a wasp's waist from all the exercise, and the hole inside was packed with muscle, the pressure absolutely insane. On top of that, her skin gleamed from the fortune she'd poured into taking care of it. And her face was a goddess unto itself...
"Want to try giving it everything you've got?"
Sul-ah pressed her lips together tight, dimples forming in her cheeks, and squeezed.
Holy hell... As of today, the rankings get an update. Sul-ah added as a rival to Eun-ju's pussy. Money and consistent maintenance really are unbeatable.