PSS Ch 12

Time flowed by relentlessly. Before I knew it, things had returned to how they were before Nam Gichul came to this house. The only thing that had changed since then was that I now had to sleep in Executive Director Jang Taejin’s room with him. He was an incredibly busy person; he would slip in to sleep while I was in a deep slumber and disappear at the crack of dawn. On weekdays, I could barely feel any trace of him. All I could feel was him brushing against my body for a moment, as if in a faint dream, gathering me into his arms.

When he held me in his arms to sleep, he was incredibly affectionate. Though I didn’t want to feel that way, he caressed me with a touch so loving that strange thoughts kept creeping into my mind. On weekends, I had to sleep with him several times. He wasn’t as rough as he had been at the villa. He would release his pheromones, and after my body was sufficiently wet, he would hold me gently.

I anxiously searched the internet every day, worried that Executive Director Jang Taejin might have done something to harm Nam Gichul. Thankfully, I couldn’t find any articles about what might have happened to Nam Gichul’s father’s company. There was only one interview he had done with an economic journal a while ago. Perhaps because of what I had done, I no longer heard from Nam Gichul. I had a gut feeling that my connection with him, a bond we’d had since childhood, had come to an end here.

Thanks to consistently attending driving school during that time, I was able to get my license. I had to attend diligently, even for driving school, because of the driver Executive Director Jang Taejin had assigned to me. Executive Director Jang Taejin’s words, telling me to take the car because he didn’t want me catching a cold, felt hollow; by the time I got my license, the air was already overflowing with the spirit of spring.

I would take the car to the library or go with the kitchen auntie to the supermarket to help her. I was still clumsy at driving, and parking at the crowded supermarket was absolute hell. Still, the times I enjoyed the most were when I went grocery shopping with the auntie. Having lost my mother when I was young, the feeling of a middle-aged woman was special to me. I came to see her as a mother figure and relied on her, enduring the lonely days.

Like any other day, I had just finished studying at the library and was about to pack my things. Suddenly, the cell phone on my desk began to vibrate loudly. Whenever my phone rang like this in the quiet library, the sharp gaze of a man tapping away on his laptop from a distant seat would invariably fix on me. I carefully picked up the phone and went outside.

—Mr. Jaegyeong.

The caller was Yeo Kyungmin. My phone, which even Nam Gichul no longer called, was now filled only with calls and messages from Yeo Kyungmin.

“Yes.”

—You’ll be coming straight home after the library, right?

Usually, a call like this meant there was an order from Executive Director Jang Taejin. I recalled that today was Friday. The weekend, when Executive Director Jang Taejin would be cooped up in the house for two straight days, was just around the corner.

“Yes. That’s the plan.”

—Good. I’ll see you later.

The call ended just like that. He was always like this. He would contact me when there was an order from Executive Director Jang Taejin, investigate the situation, and hang up when he deemed it appropriate. Occasionally, if something was unsatisfactory, he would demand that I correct it. I would silently comply with his wishes.

Returning to my seat, I packed my bag and headed for the outdoor parking lot attached to the library. I walked along the park path, now in full spring, toward the back of the library. I got into the car, whose controls were now a little more familiar, started the engine, checked the rearview mirror, and reversed. It was much easier than the supermarket since this was where I always parked. I smoothly pulled out of the designated spot and drove to Executive Director Jang Taejin’s house.

When I arrived home, Yeo Kyungmin was surprisingly not there. Usually, on days he called like this, he would either be waiting at the house or tell me what time he would arrive. This was unusual. I guess that’s just how it is, I thought, and started up the stairs to the second floor. I was about to head to that room, filled with a scent both familiar and unfamiliar, when the front door suddenly opened and a belated Yeo Kyungmin came in.

“Ah, Mr. Jaegyeong.”

He greeted me with more energy than usual. I wasn’t pleased by his appearance, but I offered a perfunctory greeting nonetheless.

“Hello.”

“You’ve already arrived.”

“Yes.”

“That’s good. You’ll need to get ready to go out right away.”

Of course. With an expression that said I knew it, I nodded at him and turned back around.

“Oh, and. You’ll be out for a few days, so pack plenty of spare clothes.”

Out for a few days? I turned back to look at him with suspicious eyes. Yeo Kyungmin met my gaze with his characteristic smiling eyes. If it hadn’t been for his suspicious smile, I might have thought I was being dragged back to the villa for doing something wrong again. Funnily enough, his meaningful smile brought me a sense of relief.

“It’s spring, so pack light clothes.”

“Okay.”

“And by any chance, did you bring a swimsuit or anything like that from home?”

“……?”

My face crumpled into a frown.

“Of course not. I understand. Please get ready and come out.”

There were many more things I wanted to ask, but since Yeo Kyungmin had turned away, I did the same. As I returned to my room and quickly packed, all sorts of thoughts raced through my mind. The fact that I had to go somewhere for several days was suspicious, but bringing up a swimsuit was even more so. The only relief was that, seeing Yeo Kyungmin smiling like that, it didn’t seem to be a situation where I was going to be punished. Then, what on earth was it? If I hadn’t done anything wrong, why on earth did I have to go somewhere for several days?

“Have you packed everything?”

“Yes.”

“I can bring you things later, so please let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

Yeo Kyungmin took the bag from me, and I went out the front door with him. Then, we got into a car and headed somewhere. Unlike usual, Yeo Kyungmin was driving himself, not a chauffeur. The route was more familiar than I expected. The car was heading toward the glamorous city center.

After driving for some time, the car stopped in front of a certain building. Through the window, I looked up at the towering building. It was the JN Corporation headquarters.

“Why on earth are we here….”

Before my question was even finished, I spotted a familiar face standing outside the window and my expression hardened. I was about to ask what on earth was going on, but Yeo Kyungmin, without a word of explanation, opened the door and got out of the car. He bowed to Executive Director Jang Taejin and handed him the car key. Jang Taejin took the key without a word of reply and approached the car.

Standing next to the driver’s seat, he took off his jacket. Still in his dress shirt, he casually tossed the expensive jacket into the back seat. He sat down in the driver’s seat. Watching him start the engine, I wore a rather dazed expression.

“Are you going to just keep sitting there?”

Executive Director Jang Taejin glanced at me through the rearview mirror. I silently got out of the back seat and moved to the passenger seat.

“Much better.”

The car departed, leaving Yeo Kyungmin behind in front of the JN Corporation headquarters.

Even though it was just past noon, the highway leading out of Seoul on a Friday was completely jammed. In the nearly stationary car, I gazed at the scenery outside the window, then stealthily turned my head to observe Executive Director Jang Taejin in the driver’s seat. He hadn’t uttered a single word the entire way here. Since he hadn’t been getting angry with me at all lately, I could manage to ignore the heavy atmosphere his silence created.

I watched him quietly. I had been in a car with him a few times, but this was the first time I had seen him drive himself. He was staring at the congested road with a somewhat serious expression. One hand was on the steering wheel, the other resting lightly on the center console. His forearms, packed with muscle, were noticeable even under his shirt. The sight of his long, firm arm extended to grip the steering wheel captivated my gaze. I had never realized before how stimulating the sight of a man driving could be. From his profile looking straight ahead, his high nose bridge stood out. I watched him drive for so long that I almost forgot about the contract that bound me. It was only after his tightly closed lips parted that I realized my pheromones were slowly leaking out.

“Why are you staring like that?”

At his low, resonant voice, I snapped my scattered thoughts back into focus. Only then did I feel my own pheromones vibrating in the car. It was a disaster. I hurriedly tried to suppress them, but there was nothing I could do about what had already spread.

“It’s nothing.”

Shaking my head, I fixed my gaze forward. Thump, thump. Perhaps because I’d been caught secretly staring at him, my heart was beating fast. As I fidgeted in the awkward atmosphere, he suddenly extended a hand toward me. It was the hand that had been resting comfortably on the center console.

“Hand.”

Unsure of what he was asking of me, I stared blankly at his hand, then jumped in surprise at what he said.

“What?”

I asked what he meant, but there was no answer from him. He simply kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other extended toward me, unmoving.

After hesitating several times, I thought, could it be? and carefully placed my hand on top of his. His large hand instantly gripped mine tightly. He drew my hand toward him and lightly kissed it. His gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, not once looking my way as he kissed the back of my hand and caressed it with his thumb, as if touching something precious.

“……”

I could feel my face flush, and my head turned away on its own. The expression on my face reflected in the window was a sight to behold. First, I’d carelessly let my pheromones leak, and now I was blushing unsightly.

“Get some sleep. We have a long way to go.”

Even though he said that, I didn’t think I could possibly fall asleep. The sound of my heart pounding felt too loud. There was no way I could fall asleep easily with my heart racing like this.

“There you go, not listening again.”

He chided me for just turning my head and showing no intention of sleeping. I wanted to explain that I really wasn’t in the mood to sleep, but I wasn’t in a position to say anything to him. I felt that if I were to speak with him, the sound of my heartbeat would be transmitted to him entirely. Of course, that would never happen, but it just felt that way.

In that moment, his pheromones began to faintly spread through the car, which had been filled only with mine. It was the same pheromone that put me to sleep every night. My eyes closed on their own. Feeling the vibration of the moving car like a cradle, I silently drifted into sleep. With my hand in his, I fell dead asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, the car was stopped. Surprised that I had slept so soundly, I shot up and looked around. The driver’s seat was empty, and the car was parked in front of a house. I unbuckled my seatbelt and quickly got out.

“This should be enough. I’ll call if I need anything else.”

“Yes, Executive Director. Please rest well.”

Executive Director Jang Taejin was talking to someone in front of the house. From their conversation, it seemed the man, who was well past middle age, was likely the caretaker of this house. Just then, our eyes met. The caretaker bowed his head to me in greeting, and Executive Director Jang Taejin looked at me with his usual impassive expression.

After the caretaker left, I followed him into the house. Several boxes were placed in front of the entrance. I recognized them as the kind typically used at the local supermarket. It seemed they had been loaded into the trunk of the car we drove here.

“You must be hungry. Go wash your hands.”

He said, personally moving the boxes stacked at the entrance into the kitchen. It was the first time I had ever seen him move things himself like this instead of ordering someone else to do it, so it felt awkward and unfamiliar. I had never imagined he had a side like this. He seemed like the kind of person who had been attended to by others since birth and was accustomed to it.

Perhaps because I was staring too blankly, he stopped walking and looked at me with a frown.

“……Yes.”

Replying belatedly, I headed to the bathroom without another word. I considered whether I should help him move the boxes, but I thought it would be better to just wash my hands as he commanded. Even while washing my hands under the cold water, I couldn’t easily calm my mind as the unfamiliar image of him kept popping into my head. The man who had used filthy words and roughly pushed into me from below, and the man who held my hand while driving and carried boxes himself, were just too dissonant.

“Ah……”

That sense of dissonance deepened even further when I saw his back as he stood in front of the kitchen counter. He was cooking in the same clothes he had been driving in, a dress shirt and suit pants. The boxes that had been piled at the entrance were now neatly put away, and he was cooking with his tie undone and sleeves rolled up, having tossed it somewhere.

Not knowing what I should do, I lingered aimlessly until he told me to just sit down, and only then did I obediently sit at the dining table. With nothing to do, my gaze naturally followed him. Even though he was cooking with several pans at once, he didn’t seem flustered or busy. He was cooking with discipline and care, using minimal movements, just like his personality.

I just stared blankly at the back of the alpha cooking for me.

“Could you please set out the silverware.”

He spoke around the time the kitchen filled with a delicious aroma that stimulated my appetite. I got up from my seat and headed to the sink. After rummaging through several drawers, I found a neatly arranged set of cutlery. Glancing at the counter, I saw he was making pasta. I took the hint and placed a fork and spoon on the table, and got some water from the water purifier to go with them.

“Sit. It’s all done.”

He took out two large plates on the counter. Then, using large chopsticks, he twirled the pasta noodles he had stir-fried in the pan and placed them on the plates. Over the noodles, which were rolled up long like a croissant, he added other ingredients and sauce. Golden-brown sliced garlic, cherry tomatoes, spinach, and salted pollock roe were poured over the noodles along with oil.

Two plates were placed on the table. He sat down across from me.

“We have to eat dinner later, so let’s just have something simple.”

It was certainly an early time for dinner. But it was too late to be eating lunch. It was an awkward time in many ways.

“I’ll make dinner.”

In any case, I was in a position where I was being paid, so I felt it wasn’t right to just be served like this, which is why I said it. But his expression slightly distorted, as if he had heard something he didn’t like.

“Mr. Lim Jaegyeong, do you know how to cook?”

“Well, it’s not that I know how… I can just make some basic things, to a certain extent.”

The corner of his mouth twitched strangely. A smirk. Was the fact that I could cook that funny?

“What cooking can a baby do.”

“……Excuse me?”

“I’m pickier about food than you think. I don’t want to eat just anything, so don’t talk back and just eat what I make for you.”

“Yes……”

Then how amazingly delicious is your cooking? I thought, getting upset, and roughly moved my fork. It better not be bad. I’ll give you an earful right away! I brought the pasta he made to my mouth. With my face scrunched up, I chewed and swallowed what was in my mouth, and then—

“Why that expression?”

He asked nonchalantly as he lifted his own portion with his fork. I covered my jaw-dropped mouth with my hand and stared at him in surprise.

“Surprised because it’s so delicious?”

My head nodded before I even realized it. He said he doesn’t just eat anything, and he had a point.

“When did you ever learn to do this? I thought you’d be the type who’s only ever eaten meals prepared by others.”

The taste of the pasta must have been so magnificent that I lost my mind for a moment. Seeing the nonsense just spill out of my mouth, I must have.

“I did it while living alone when I was studying in the U.S.”

“You lived alone?”

“Yes.”

Before meeting Executive Director Jang Taejin, I had looked into his background. He had spent almost half his life in the United States. He graduated from elementary, middle, high school, and university there. Come to think of it, hadn’t he said before that he asked Yeo Kyungmin what one is supposed to do at a graduation ceremony?

“Not from the beginning, but from when I entered university.”

Not knowing my place, I looked at him with eyes full of pity. He let out a small laugh and added, as if to say not to misunderstand. I gave a rough nod. Executive Director Jang Taejin, attending university, living on his own, and even cooking for himself. I couldn’t imagine it at all.

“Anyway, I’m glad it suits your taste, Mr. Lim Jaegyeong. I was worried. Because I don’t know how to make things like malatang.”

I lifted my head, which had been bent so low my nose nearly touched the plate. When I looked at him, my expression asking what he meant, he gracefully lifted a portion of his food with his fork and said.

“Didn’t you say before that you like malatang?”

I was surprised that he remembered such a trivial detail. He said it as if it were nothing, but for some reason, it hit me hard. The more I saw him, the more unknowable he became. When he treated me like a cheap omega and touched my body filthily, all affection for him vanished, but occasionally, he would show this gentle side and confuse me. The man in front of me now, sharing the pasta he made, and the man who had played with my lower parts were completely different people. I couldn’t distinguish which was his true self at all.

“Why aren’t you eating? Are you finished already?”

“No. I’ll eat.”

I diligently moved my fork again. I cleaned out the pasta he made, leaving not a single drop of oil. Thinking I should at least do the dishes, I headed to the sink, but he stopped me, saying it was fine, and washed the dishes himself. I felt as if I were under some kind of spell. I couldn’t understand him, who had hired me for money, yet fed me and did the dishes himself.

Only after wiping the sink completely dry with a cloth did he turn around. I, who had been staring blankly at his actions until then, quickly snapped to attention and composed myself. He shook the water from his hands and stood before me. The way he looked down at me seemed like he had something to say.

“I made you food, so isn’t there something for me, Mr. Lim Jaegyeong?”

I pondered what he could want, then stood up and fidgeted with the hem of my shirt.

“……Should I undress here?”

At my words, his face hardened. He glared at me so fiercely that my body flinched on its own. What on earth did he want to make him act like this? Was I supposed to get on my knees and suck him right away instead of taking off my clothes?

As I searched through my complicated mind, trying to figure out what he wanted, he suddenly spoke in an uncomfortable voice.

“Mr. Lim Jaegyeong, don’t you know how to kiss?”

His words brought my tangled thoughts to a screeching halt.

“Ex… Excuse me?”

He pressed his lips firmly together. As if telling me to figure it out and act on my own.

Feeling a shame greater than any I’d felt when spreading my legs for him, I took a step closer. I stood on my tiptoes to reach his tall frame. As I brought my lips toward his cheek, all sorts of thoughts swirled in my head. Other than the kisses I’d given my parents when I was too young to remember, I had never acted coy like this with anyone. The thought of having to do it for this tyrant made me want to just collapse onto the ground and bury my face.

Mwah.

The moment my lips briefly touched and left his cheek, the sound of skin against skin echoed loudly. With my face flushed crimson, I pulled my lips away from him. I had sometimes seen people in webtoons compare an embarrassed person to a boiling pot, and I felt like I finally understood why. I honestly thought my face was going to explode. It was as if my head had opened like a lid, and everything inside was about to shoot up toward the sky.

“Nice.”

My desire to die on the spot was halted by his wonderful voice. He smiled beautifully. It was a smile that could bewitch any omega.

“Do it for me often from now on. Got it?”

I numbly nodded my head. As I followed him out of the kitchen, I felt a tickling sensation, as if a heat haze were rising from somewhere in my stomach.

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The media chattered on and on about the arrival of spring, but belying their words, the evening at the villa nestled in the mountains was cold. Because we had a late lunch, I didn’t feel the slightest bit of hunger even as evening fell. It seemed to be the same for Executive Director Jang Taejin, as he led me down to the villa’s basement. The place, which was as large as a small playground with a little exaggeration, was equipped with all sorts of entertainment, like a scaled-down multiplex. There were enough various arcade machines to call it an arcade, and I could also see a pool table and a dartboard. I was wondering if he intended to play with me, but he headed further inside. There, there was a sofa with a wide recline like a bed and a massive screen that covered the entire wall.

“Do you have a favorite genre?”

He asked, rummaging through a pile of DVDs in the corner.

“I don’t really have a favorite genre.”

“I’ll take that as you’re fine with me choosing whatever I want, is that correct?”

“Yes. Please watch whatever you want to, Executive Director.”

He rummaged a few more times, picked something out, and played it.

We sat side by side on the sofa, standing alone in the vast, empty space. With the footrest up, my legs stretched out, and leaning back on the sofa, my posture was almost like lying down. It was quite burdensome to have to watch a movie with Executive Director Jang Taejin in this position. I was tense, my hands folded neatly on my stomach. Suddenly, he grabbed my left hand. Just as he had while driving earlier, he pulled it to his lips for a kiss and then placed it on his chest as he looked at the screen.

The movie began. It was a somewhat esoteric French film. It was a work by a director who was commercially successful enough for even a movie-ignorant person like me to know, but the one Executive Director Jang Taejin chose was so complex that it had not a shred of mainstream appeal. It was about a man and a woman in love who meet and get married, during which the woman gets sick and is dying, and a friend slowly steals their money, bankrupting the family, or something like that. The man and woman dance as if in a musical and float in the sky as if in a dream. They fill the sick woman’s room with flowers, and the flowers wither at the woman’s cough.

I didn’t even know what it was about, but the way it was expressed was so fantastical and abstract that I couldn’t follow the movie at all. I was so bored that I let out a huge yawn, big enough to bring tears to my eyes. Then, startled, I immediately glanced at Executive Director Jang Taejin. Fortunately, he seemed to be completely engrossed in the movie. He was still holding my hand firmly, staring straight ahead.

“Is it not fun?”

He asked as if he had been watching me the whole time, even though he hadn’t glanced my way once.

“No. It’s not fun.”

“Why not?”

“Just… I don’t know what it’s trying to say. I think it’s a love story, but……”

Because my aesthetic sense was terrible, because I had no interest in anything other than studying. I, who had no artistic sense whatsoever, neither knew nor wanted to know about profound films.

“Mr. Lim Jaegyeong, have you never had someone you liked?”

I was momentarily flustered by the out-of-context question. Someone I liked… There was no one like that. Putting aside my young age, my life hadn’t been leisurely enough to think about such things. When I was young, it was because my mother was sick; when I got a little older, it was because my mother passed away; and after that, it was because I wanted to be acknowledged by my father. That’s why I couldn’t waste time and emotion on something as trivial as liking someone.

“No. I haven’t.”

“At your age, people usually have one or two.”

“Usually, yes. But I wasn’t one of them.”

The conversation died. Normally, I would never have done it, but for some reason, I became curious and asked him.

“What about you, Executive Director?”

I was just curious. This man, who looked like he wouldn’t bleed a drop even if you stabbed him, this man with eyes that could overwhelm anyone just by looking at them—had he ever had someone he liked, or did he have someone now? If so, what kind of person would they be? Could it be the woman he was currently engaged to marry?

“I haven’t had one either.”

Thinking it was such an obvious lie, I looked at him with a contorted face.

“It was definitely like that before.”

“Then, what about now?”

He held back his words. As if telling me to imagine the rest on my own.

My gaze, fixed on him, remained there. As the screen changed from moment to moment, various colors flickered across his face. I looked at his face with a somewhat serious feeling. A different face from his usual self was there. The high nose, like a sharply honed blade, and the firmly set lips were clearly those of the Executive Director Jang Taejin I knew, but strangely, he looked so different, like someone I was seeing for the first time.

“Was it your first time, then?”

“What was……”

“Was that kiss in the study, with me, your first?”

Feeling a bit of shame, I nodded. It was my first kiss, stolen from me so brutally and without any meaning, and so I was ashamed.

“I should have been a little more mindful.”

I was about to say it was okay, that I didn’t attach much meaning to such things, but he suddenly turned his head toward me. I, who had been freely admiring his profile as he watched the screen, was greatly flustered when he suddenly met my gaze, and my face stiffened. The nape of my neck grew hot. His gaze was making my body burn. His stare, unwavering for even a moment, ensnared my body. As if bewitched by something, I couldn’t move a muscle.

“……Why that.”

I wanted to ask why he had that expression, why on earth he was looking at me with those eyes, but I couldn’t finish my sentence because of his suddenly approaching face. He came closer slowly, yet breathtakingly, and soon, he gently pressed his lips against mine. Music flowed. The esoteric and fantastical movie played an unnecessarily beautiful harmony. I closed my eyes. His hand slowly caressed my cheek. The beautiful music spread in all directions, enveloping us both. The kiss, as fragrant as his pheromones, ended along with the music.

“……”

There were no words. Not from me, not from him. We just looked at each other. I think I lowered my head slightly, afraid he would see the afterglow of the kiss in my eyes. Feeling my heartbeat quicken bit by bit…

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Executive Director Jang Taejin immediately climbed on top of me. I lay on the sofa, looking up at him. The song that had been playing during the kiss must have been the movie’s ending theme; the screen, after the credits finished, was dark. The only light was the one projected from the projector. In the pitch-black darkness, his figure was faintly visible in the projector’s light. He slowly lowered his face to mine, and our lips met once more. Receiving his kiss, I slowly let my body go limp.

“Ah……”

Like the sweet kiss, his scent began to spread. I shifted my body to breathe it in more deeply. Feeling his scent seep into my lungs, I let my body become wet. I drank it in until the space between my legs was soaked, accepting his tongue as it delved into my mouth.

Our lips, which had been attached for a long time, parted. Panting for breath, I lifted my eyelids. Executive Director Jang Taejin’s lips landed on my cheek. He licked my cheek, licked the shell of my ear, then bit my lips again and licked my neck. His hands busily stripped my lower half. At the brush of his touch, my own member rose as if stretching.

“I want to see Mr. Lim Jaegyeong do it.”

After soaking me thoroughly, he whispered in my ear. He lifted my limp body and sat me on top of him. With my back to the screen, which now showed only black, I slowly straightened my waist. I sat on his thighs, his buckle still fastened, and rubbed my wet secret place against him.

“Haah……”

A large hand fumbled with my moving waist. My slender waist moved as if dancing in his hands. The long thing resting on his thigh rubbed against my secret place, growing in volume. Growing thicker and harder, it clung to the drenched fabric, its heinous outline becoming prominent.

“Please take it out.”

Drunk on pheromones, I uttered a lewd phrase I would never have dared to imagine otherwise. I caught a glimpse of the interest rising in his eyes. He moved my body back a little and took out the thing hidden in his pants, showing it to me. For something that had just woken up, his obscenely swollen member spurred my wildly beating heart.

“Would Mr. Lim Jaegyeong like to put it in?”

I nodded. I was so thoroughly soaked that no more foreplay was needed. I placed my hands on his shoulders, spread my legs wider, aligned my entrance with his, and lowered my body. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. Swollen as always and ready to devour me greedily, the head slowly began to dig into my flesh.

“Heuu……”

It was my first time doing it myself, so everything was clumsy. Although I was sufficiently wet, that alone wasn’t enough to easily insert this monstrous piece of flesh. I grew impatient, my face contorting. My breath only quickened at the act that wouldn’t go as I willed.

“Take it slow. We still have plenty of time.”

He grabbed my waist. He wrapped both hands completely around my torso and pulled me down. As the pressing force increased, the head of his cock slowly pushed in. I shook my head and rested my face on his shoulder.

“It’s hard……”

It felt like it was only about halfway in. Just that much had drained all the strength from my body. Panting for breath, I rubbed my face against his neck. Feeling the kisses pouring down on my head as if in affection, I unknowingly tightened my lower parts.

“Relax. You can’t put it all in like this.”

I wanted to do as he said, but it wasn’t as easy as it sounded. My instinctively clenched insides gripped the already burdensome thing and refused to let go. My lower half was stiff and wouldn’t open easily. My legs, planted on the sofa, trembled. If this continued, it was obvious I would give out before we even managed insertion.

“I can’t… Heut!”

I was about to say I couldn’t do it like this when his hands suddenly pulled my torso down roughly. His cock, which I thought would be impossible to take in, filled me completely in one go. Because of the position, it felt like it had gone deeper than usual. I was wearing a large knit sweater so it wasn’t visible, but I was sure it was bulging out above my navel. I could feel his hardness, knotted firmly below my solar plexus.

I let out a huge breath. I tried not to shatter from the pleasure that was gnawing at all my nerves.

“Eung……. Eung……”

I buried my face in his neck and let out lewd sounds. He praised me for swallowing all of him, stroking my head. I could feel the thing filling me squirm. It was such a lewd sensation that I felt like my waist would melt right then and there.

“Now, move.”

His pleasant voice wet my ears. I lifted my body, which had been leaning on him, and gripped his shoulders firmly. I lifted my hips and slowly pushed his cock out. I could feel my bulging stomach flatten again. When only the head remained, my flesh clung stickily to the thick piece of flesh, as if in regret. Tensing my lower half, which was desperate to suck it back in, I sat down again. The hard head of his cock pounded against the inside of my stomach. I thrashed in pleasure, convulsing.

“Pretty.”

He caressed my face. He supported my waist with one hand to help me hold on, and with the other, he stroked my cheek and whispered that I was pretty.

“You’re lovely.”

I greedily devoured the sweet lies he uttered and moved my hips urgently. Even a young and foolish person like me knew that what he was saying wasn’t sincere. But perhaps, in this moment of taking him in and swaying my hips, I believed it to be true.

“Ha, don’t. Executive Director.”

Unable to bear my slow, clumsy movements, he thrust his lower body. Pleasure rushed in urgently. The deeper he guided me, the more I clung to him. Leaning on his arm that supported my waist, I arched my upper body back. I grabbed his shoulder with one hand and reached out with the other, trying to touch his face. He, holding my waist, thrust his body passionately. The bucking motion made even the heavy sofa move.

“Ah……. So, so……. So……”

I couldn’t tell what I wanted to say. Drunk on pheromones, drunk on the dizzying pleasure spreading through me, I was spouting whatever came to mind.

“Does it feel so good? So good you can’t even speak?”

“Yes. It’s good. It’s good… Executive Director.”

I was crazy. I was definitely crazy. I had admitted it—that I liked his actions, that I liked the things he did to me so much.

“Mr. Lim Jaegyeong, you’re clenching like crazy right now. Do you know that?”

“I want to do more. I want to do it more……”

“You’re going wild for my dick right now. It’s driving me insane.”

He pulled my waist in tightly. My torso, which had been arched back, leaned into him. He embraced my head, which rested on his broad shoulder. He grabbed my torso with both hands. He shook my body violently, as if slamming me down onto his member.

“Aah, no. It hurts……”

“If it hurts so much, you shouldn’t have driven me crazy.”

The sofa kept getting pushed back. I could hear the sound of the large piece of furniture scraping against the floor. As if to cover it, my moans grew louder. The lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed.

“Aheut!”

I came. My penis, trapped inside the knit sweater, shuddered and spewed its fluid. The drenched sweater rubbed against his torso. Executive Director Jang Taejin’s sweatpants became soaked with my fluid. I passionately rubbed my cock against his body. He pounded the head of his cock inside me even more violently. The fluid that seeped out from my violated entrance drenched us stickily. The lewd sounds rang in my head, painting over the pleasure.

“Fuck.”

He bit out the curse through clenched teeth. As if this wasn’t enough, he pulled my body up. He pushed me onto the sofa. I got on my hands and knees and grabbed the back of the sofa. He came up behind me. He fucked me roughly, like a dog in heat.

“Eung, ah, eung, eung. Good, it’s good, Executive Director.”

“A moment ago it hurt, and now it’s good. Which is your real feeling?”

“I don’t know. It hurts. It hurts and it’s good.”

“Confusing people is your hobby, Mr. Lim Jaegyeong.”

He slapped my buttocks fiercely. Each time his large palm struck my rear, a sound lewder than that of our coupling genitals erupted.

“Who taught you to clench when they smack your ass?”

“I don’t know, things like that……”

“That when they smack your ass, you should clench, and the alpha will go crazy with pleasure, that his eyes will glaze over, wanting to tear you apart.”

“Eung. Eung. Eung.”

“Fuck, I really want to tear you apart.”

Huaah. A scream burst out at the rough thrust of his cock. My buttocks, pressed against his groin, trembled as I came one more time. White fluid dripped onto the sofa made of high-quality leather. Feeling the pleasure of release, saliva dripped like rain from my open mouth.

“You came again? You think you’ll die of pleasure just from an alpha’s dick fucking you?”

He roughly turned my body over. He laid me on the sofa and pulled my legs apart. He hooked both my legs over his waist and thrust his fully enraged member inside. I could feel it throbbing. The hot flesh gnawed at my insides.

“You’re really driving me crazy.”

He thrust into me rapidly. A clamor of sounds erupted from our lewdly joined lower halves. The fluid, which had turned to foam from the friction, churned at our junction. Like someone who had lost their mind, I shook uncontrollably and cried out in ecstasy.

“I think I’m going to go crazy because of you, Mr. Lim Jaegyeong. Do you understand?”

He came inside me. He kissed me as he spewed his hot liquid. I received his member below while mixing tongues with him above. Both top and bottom were filled with him, and a wave of ecstasy washed over me like a tide.

“Haah. Haah, ha……”

After the long kiss, both he and I let out ragged breaths and looked at each other. In the dark space, where only the projector’s light faintly poured down, we drank in each other’s gazes like people who could not be separated for even a moment. Everything was hot, like the heat that enveloped us. The gaze that looked at me, the lips that had been attached until a moment ago, everything…

He kissed my body again. He licked the sweat-stained skin clean with his tongue. His lips traveled from my face and chest, past my wet abdomen, to my sticky thighs. He paused for a moment between my thighs. His gaze, staring intently between my legs, was hot.

He bent his body lower. He licked up the viscous fluid flowing from between my buttocks with intensity. I felt a very strange sensation and could only stare blankly at what he was doing. His head, moving between my legs, tickled my thighs.

“Ah……!”

His tongue, which had been chasing the flowing liquid, delved inside me as if to gouge me out. Something soft and pliant, different from a penis, moved, stroking my insides, and a terrible pleasure washed over me. I cried out for him to stop, yet with my hands, I grabbed his head and pressed it down firmly. Please toy with me more. Hurry and rummage around more, defile me more. Before I knew it, I was being permeated by him.

“Aheung, eung, eungeung……”

He, who had been licking my parts and stirring inside with his tongue, kissed me as if in a real kiss. He sucked up the fluid inside, exploring tenaciously. The movements that had driven me to rapture for a long while stopped, and he finally lifted his head. With his lips messy with my fluid and his semen, he brought his face to mine.

Between my parted lips, he spat out the liquid he had sucked up. Completely melted in the pleasure of release, I docilely accepted what he let flow and swallowed it. His semen that had been inside me went down my throat. I looked at him with completely dazed eyes.

“I want to break you more than this.”

I felt like my body would burn up under his gaze.

“I want to break you more so that you only see me.”

I just closed my eyes.

“I wish Mr. Lim Jaegyeong only knew me.”

Once again, his scent enveloped my body.

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I woke up well past noon. Executive Director Jang Taejin fixed me a simple meal and suggested we rest for a bit and then go for a swim. The weather was still chilly. I was wondering how we could possibly swim in an outdoor pool in this weather when he added the explanation that the second-floor infinity pool had a good heating system.

I rummaged through my luggage. For me, who couldn’t possibly have a swimsuit, Yeo Kyungmin had kindly bought one himself. I hadn’t known, but in the box filled with things bought from the supermarket, there was a shopping bag. Executive Director Jang Taejin found it for me himself. He said Secretary Yeo had told him to give it to Mr. Lim Jaegyeong.

It was obvious what was inside. In the empty room, I opened the shopping bag and took out its contents. I tore open the plastic bag with a well-known brand logo on it and pulled out the piece of cloth inside. I unfolded it to try it on and shrieked in surprise.

“W-what is this!”

Perhaps because I shouted so loudly, Executive Director Jang Taejin knocked on the door from outside.

“What is it? Is there a problem?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

I hurriedly replied that it was nothing and calmed my pounding heart. I picked up the piece of cloth I had thrown away without realizing it and examined it closely again. Look at it this way, look at it that way, there was no way I could ever wear something like this. A swimsuit that was mesh in both the front and back. Was there anyone who could go to a pool wearing something like this?

“……”

I didn’t know what on earth Yeo Kyungmin was thinking, buying something like this, but whatever his intention was, I really wanted to decline. No matter how often I mixed bodies with Executive Director Jang Taejin, I wasn’t so vulgar as to wear something like this without a second thought.

“……What is that?”

Seeing me come out wearing a white short-sleeved t-shirt and shorts, Executive Director Jang Taejin, who had been sitting on the terrace, frowned.

“It’s cold. This much should be fine for playing in the water, right?”

“I believe Secretary Yeo bought and sent a swimsuit.”

“He did.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“It’s not so much that……”

I held back my words. Judging by his genuinely puzzled expression, it seemed Executive Director Jang Taejin had no idea what that swimsuit looked like either.

“Well, fine. As long as you wear something to play in, it should be okay.”