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As Hanseok moved his hips, water dripped steadily from the hole tightly gripping the thick piston.

He grasped her slender waist as a handle and engaged in a vigorous piston-like motion.

Her alluring hips swayed tantalizingly.

“Haah. Haah.”

“Secretary Kim, you’re very good at this. Just keep it up like this in the future. Understood?”

“Yes. Haah. Haah.”

The burly muscular man moved roughly.

The slender female body seemed on the verge of collapse but managed to hold on, eventually burying her upper body on the sofa and moaning like a female dog.

“Aah. Aaah.”

Coarse sounds echoed incessantly in the spacious office.

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Outside the glass window, the Seoul night view stretched before them.

It was late evening.

Only the sound of mingling flesh emanated from Hanseok’s office.

On the sofa, Secretary Kim, with dilated eyes, spread her legs in an ‘M’ shape over Hanseok, moving provocatively.

Her breasts, seemingly ready to produce milk at any moment, jiggled back and forth.

“Haah. Haah. Haah.”

“Stop, Secretary Kim.”

At Hanseok’s request to stop, Secretary Kim lowered her waist.

His member slid into her warmth. She moved her hips wistfully.

“Come down.”

“Yes.”

As Secretary Kim descended, his member emerged smoothly. Holding onto the last bit of pleasure, it finally slipped out with a splash as she moved away.

Hanseok promptly inserted his member after turning her over on the sofa armrest.

“Ah.”

Secretary Kim gasped, mouth agape.

A steady rhythm of piston sounds began.

“I unintentionally made you work overtime. Don’t worry; I’ll make sure you get your overtime pay.”

“Yes.”

“By the way, you’ve improved a lot, Secretary Kim. Receiving my essence orally twice without spilling much. Impressive. Should I reward you?”

“Aah. A reward?”

“Since you desired it so much yesterday, I’ll give you what you wanted.”

Hanseok grabbed her hips and started moving rapidly.

Secretary Kim’s breasts shook vigorously.

“Haah. Aah. Sir, you didn’t take contraceptives, right? Are you really going to finish inside?”

“Why? Don’t want it? It wouldn’t be a problem if my child is conceived, right?”

“Sob. Ugh.”

“Speak up, Secretary Kim.”

Their wet genitals continued to connect with each other through secretions.

“Finish inside me. Make me pregnant,” she repeated.

“Heh. Sir, you took the pill. Is that why you’re doing this?”

“Secretary Kim catches on too quickly. Have some fun.”

“Ugh. Ugh. Make me pregnant, please.”

“Exactly. How should we proceed to conceive? Where should the essence be received? Hmm?”

“Inside, please…”

“If that’s what you want.”

Hanseok thrust his member deeply.

Secretary Kim, tears streaming down her face, gazed up at the ceiling with vacant eyes.

Hanseok also stared at the ceiling.

As he gripped her buttocks tightly, flesh protruded between his fingers.

“Ah. Damn, it’s so delicious. Aah.”

Hanseok moved his hips while climaxing. White essence seeped gradually through the crevice holding his member.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

His smartphone on the table rang.

After pulling out his essence-covered member from the hole, Hanseok headed towards the table.

White essence poured out from Secretary Kim’s gaping vagina.

“Aaah.”

She convulsed, trembling with her waist.

Checking his phone, Hanseok said, “Stay still. Don’t move.”

A mixture of fluid and diluted essence flowed down, reaching the sofa.

[Handongjin]

It was a call from Handongjin.

Approaching Secretary Kim, Hanseok took her tired arms leaning on the sofa and helped her down.

“Spread your legs and sit cross-legged. That’s it.”

He made Kim Secretary kneel in front of him in the shape of an M, then presented his penis, stained with semen, to her pink lips.

And then he answered the phone.

“Hello.”

[Oh. Han Seok? What are you doing?]

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing’?”

Kim Secretary grabbed Han Seok’s thigh and began cleaning the semen on his penis with her tongue.

Being discreet was characteristic of Kim Secretary.

Even as she cleaned the boss’s penis, her pelvis continued to convulse.

A white, sticky liquid remaining inside her vagina was flowing out for the second time.

“Just stay put. Why?”

[It’s not about that. I’m meeting some friends from high school tomorrow evening. It’s like a reunion. Would you like to come? They all want to see you.]

His rough hand holding the smartphone trembled.

‘It’s going according to plan.’

It was more exhilaration than anger.

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He had just told them to stop.

“Has this bastard gone crazy? Hey, say it again.”

“It’s better to stop. Harassing these kids like this. You guys might be joking, but it hurts the ones who deserve it. And it’s disturbing to other friends too.”

An Sung-chul and his lackeys glared at Han Seok.

“This son of a bitch. Has he lost his mind?”

Han Dong-jin grabbed Han Seok by the collar.

An Sung-chul nodded.

“Wow. We have a great hero here. Right?”

Jang Min-jun, who was standing nearby, clapped and got up from his chair.

“Wow, damn. Han Seok. He’s crazy. This crazy bastard. So cool, right?”

He approached and pushed away Dong-jin, who was holding Han Seok by the collar.

Han Seok didn’t avoid Jang Min-jun’s gaze. He clenched his fist.

“Min-jun. Sung-chul. Your fathers are famous people. If rumors spread about what you’re doing, it might not be good for them.”

Jang Min-jun stared into Han Seok’s eyes and spoke.

“Hey, I think I know. Sung-chul.”

“What? Get down, girl, you’re heavy.”

An Sung-chul pushed the girl sitting on his lap aside.

Jang Min-jun tilted his head slightly.

“This guy seems to like Jina, right? I heard they were close in middle school. They usually ignore each other.

But now that there are rumors that you’ve got her, that’s why he’s acting like this, right?

Seems like studying pays off, doesn’t it. Our Han Seok.”

“Jina is the same. Why harass her for no reason? Sung-chul, because your girlfriend doesn’t like her, you’re making her suffer, right?”

“This son of a bitch.”

An Sung-chul got up and kicked Han Seok’s stomach.

Thud.

Han Seok hit the desk and rolled over.

The classroom door opened, and the teacher came in.

“Math, right?”

“Yes~.”

A student in the front row replied.

The gang slowly returned to their seats.

An Sung-chul, the third-generation heir of Cheon Sung Group, and Jang Min-jun, the youngest son of a three-term congressman.

These two were beings that even teachers couldn’t say anything to.

An Sung-chul, who was also the student council president, was truly the undisputed power in the school.

From that day on, the whole school started ostracizing Han Seok.

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“Good morning.”

Han Seok entered the office with two cups of coffee.

“Is Kim Secretary here?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Kim Secretary, who was already at work, stood up to take the coffee.

“Did the bed arrive?”

“Yes? Yes. It arrived early this morning, and I had it set up in the boss’s office before leaving.”

“The sofa was a bit narrow yesterday.”

“You bought a bigger one, right?”

“Have you tried lying on it?”

“Yes? Why would I? Since the boss isn’t here, I shouldn’t be the first one to lie on the bed he ordered.”

“So you did try lying on it. How was it?”

“It was very comfortable.”

Kim Secretary blushed.

“What’s this?”

Han Seok pointed to an envelope on the desk with his chin.

“It came by registered mail earlier. It’s for the boss.”

“Hmm.”

The sender was an intelligence agency.

As Kim Secretary took a sip of iced Americano and worked, Han Seok watched from the side.

“Why, what is it?”

Something felt off, so Secretary Kim raised her head to look at Han Seok.

“I have something I want to ask.”

“Hmm. You’re not going to sexually harass me by asking about my nipples like last time, are you?”

“No, no. Of course not.”

“Then what is it?”

“Do you feel cold often?”

“What? No. Not really. Isn’t the office warm enough?”

Despite it being winter, the office was cozy with the heating working well.

Secretary Kim hung her black suit jacket on the hanger and was only wearing a white shirt.

Han Seok set down his coffee and went behind Secretary Kim, unbuttoning her shirt one by one.

“Are you suggesting we do it here? Last time, when we did it here and you pressed my chest against that glass door from behind, my chest was freezing cold. Do you remember? And I’m actually working diligently for once.”

“You’re quite straightforward about it. If we were going to do something, we would have gone to the bed. We need to try out the new one too.”

“So, what are you planning to do?”

“It’s not working well. Take off your shirt and bra.”

“At first, you seemed hesitant, but now you’re speaking frankly.”

Secretary Kim took off her shirt and unhooked her bra, revealing large, shapely breasts.

Han Seok grabbed her breast firmly from behind, his fingers pinching her nipple.

“What are you trying to do?”

“Just wanted to touch.”

“You’re being honest.”

Han Seok fondled the maid’s chest, feeling it gradually harden as he pinched her nipple slowly.

“Get back to work.”

“Can the boss be charged with sexual harassment towards an employee?”

“If you have the ability, you can do it.”

“Boss, may I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Did you take birth control pills yesterday?”

“Yeah. I don’t want to impregnate Secretary Kim. She needs to work for me.”

“Really?”

“I guess I was too playful.”

“My life depends on this, so I have no choice but to do what the boss asks.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t joke like that again. If I took the pill, I’ll say I did.”

“Since it’s part of the job, I’ll handle it professionally.”

Turning Secretary Kim’s breast around, Han Seok said, “From now on, don’t get too excited and ask for intercourse inside, or drink all the semen without being asked, right?”

“Yes. I’ll only do what you ask. Just watch.”

“Alright then. So doing what I ask means you’re doing well?”

“Well, that was part of the initial agreement.”

“Then work like this until you leave today.”

“…Yes?”

“Work like this, topless. Taking off everything seems excessive.”

“Ugh… Yes.”

“Good work.”

Han Seok entered his office with an envelope in hand.

Secretary Kim rested her large breasts on the desk and resumed her work.

While standing firmly, her nipple got caught on the edge of the desk, causing a sudden sense of strangeness.

She clearly remembered Han Seok mentioning that the purpose of him taking the drug he developed at the company was to confirm if his semen had an effect when having sex with her.

With the drug development almost complete, she, who had no prior sexual experience, would likely engage in sex with Han Seok multiple times in the future. Understanding the need to familiarize herself beforehand, she intertwined with him.

But working like this, undressed, wasn’t it somewhat unrelated to receiving semen?

“This won’t do.”

She abruptly stood up from her chair and headed towards Han Seok’s office.