Chapter 1 — A Hot Deal - Part 1

Friday.

David Kim called the head of programming at the broadcasting station.

"It's me. How have you been?"

"Oh my, Chairman! What an honor."

"They're doing a regular lineup reshuffle, aren't they?"

"Yes, that's right."

"There's an announcer named Emma Lee, correct?"

"Yes, yes. She's one of the youngest announcers, though..."

"Is there a spot for her on the morning show?"

"Yes, there is.'Fresh Information Corner.' Sarah Park used to host it."

"Oh really? What if we tried her out?"

"Yes, of course. Understood."

"But what about Sarah Park? Where will she go?"

"Not decided yet..."

"I see. I'll call again."

"Yes, yes."

David Kim hung up, then dialed Sarah Park’s number.

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"Oh, Chairman! You're calling me personally."

"You've been cut from your program, I hear."

"Not exactly... it's just the reshuffle."

"Where would you like to go?"

"I'd like to host the late-night music program."

"Alright. But you know you'll have to repay me properly?"

"Thank you, Chairman. Of course, I will."

David Kim sent a text to a producer:

Sarah Park - Classical Listening Room

He picked up the phone again and made another call.

"Hello?"

"Claire Han, it's me."

"Chairman! It's been a while."

"Busy for lunch today? I thought we could meet."

"Sure. Where should we go?"

"That Japanese restaurant in Yeouido—you know the one?"

"Yes, of course."

"Let's meet at noon."

"Understood."

Noon.

David Kim entered the most secluded room in the restaurant—a place free from any interference.

A short while later, a woman entered the room.

"It's been a while."

"It has."

Claire Han, the announcer. The most senior figure at the station, deeply respected by her juniors.

"Is being studio manager treating you well?"

"It's good. No programs to host, and I can leave on time."

She had become the youngest studio manager entirely due to his influence.

"How's Mia Han doing?"

"She's doing great."

Mia Han was Claire Han's daughter, born a year ago—not with her husband, but with David Kim.

"How are your business ventures going?"

"Very well. Thanks to you."

"You've been having young announcers every day lately, haven't you? No wonder you look so much younger."

"Is that so? Haha."

"Who's been pleasing you the most lately? J? A? Or maybe C?"

"That's a secret."

"Hoho, so it's not just one, then."

Just then, the food arrived. They ate lunch, chatting casually.

After the meal, a staff member cleared the table and brought dessert.

"Chairman."

"Yes?"

"It's been a while since I've pleased you personally. May I?"

"Haha, I'd be delighted."

Claire Han moved beside him, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his member.

"You're still as impressive as ever."

"What, would I change?"

Claire Han began sucking him. Young announcers might be enthusiastic, but they couldn't match the refined technique of a woman who'd spent ten years in marriage mastering the art.

She skillfully varied pressure, using her hands to stroke his shaft while coaxing his arousal.

"Claire Han, you're still unmatched."

David Kim stroked her hair, praising her technique. She tightened her lips, and his member grew harder.

Claire Han took him deep, swirling her tongue around him.

"The perfect post-lunch dessert."

David Kim gripped her head, pulling her forward and thrusting against her. Claire Han sucked him with such intensity it seemed she'd swallow him to the root.

"Ahh~~"

She wrapped her fingers around the tip and gently massaged his testicles.

As the urge to cum rose, David Kim gripped her head and began thrusting violently.

Claire Han flicked her tongue against the head of his cock, sealing her lips around him, waiting for his release.

He plunged deep and erupted, spilling his seed.

Claire Han swallowed every drop, then carefully licked the remaining traces from the tip.

When David Kim finally released her head, Claire Han pulled off and straightened herself.

"Absolutely incredible. Do we still have time?"

"Plenty."

David Kim pounced on her. Though in her forties and married, her body was as enticing as any young woman's.

He laid her down, their lips meeting. The scent of her perfume filled the air.

Their tongues tangled, exploring each other hungrily.

His hand moved to her blouse, kneading the soft mounds beneath. Claire Han unzipped her skirt and slid it off.

David Kim pulled her panties and stockings halfway down, then thrust his cock into her.

"Ahh~~"

Her pussy was already wet, offering no resistance.

Experienced and welcoming, her body naturally embraced his member.

David Kim began moving his hips fiercely.

"Ahh~~ Ahh~~"

The deeper he went, the tighter she clamped around him. He thrust harder.

They were both nearing climax. Claire Han bit back her cries, savoring the ecstasy.

"I can't hold back anymore."

"I'm always ready and happy to receive your seed, Chairman."

With one final, violent thrust, he buried himself deep and emptied his hot load into her womb.

After sex, they lay side by side, basking in the lazy fatigue.

"It's our fifth year together, but it still feels just as good every time."

"Hoho, same for me, Chairman."

"That's why I can never let you go. You have a charm no young woman can match."

"And being in your arms is always my favorite place."

Claire Han nestled into his chest. He pulled her close, and they kissed.

Thirty minutes later, Claire Han began dressing again. David Kim watched, smoking a cigarette, as she pulled up her black stockings.

"You're so damn sexy."

"Thank you."

As Claire Han fixed her makeup, David Kim asked,

"Do you know Emma Lee, the announcer?"

"Yes, I do."

"Keep an eye on her."

"Hoho, taken a liking to her, have you?"

"She's subtly attractive."

"Have you already had her?"

"When have you ever seen me pounce on a young girl first? They always undress themselves and beg me to taste them."

"True. I did the same five years ago."

"Anyway, look out for her. I'm counting on you."

"Understood."

"Is Mia Han's upbringing going smoothly? No shortage of support money?"

"No, it's fine."

"Here."

David Kim pulled out an envelope.

"No, really, this isn't necessary."

"Just think of it as a bonus. I'll head out first. See you again."

He gave Claire Han a light kiss and left the room.

When Claire Han opened the envelope, a check for five million won lay inside.

Friday night, 11 PM.

A finished recording her final program of the day and headed home. As she opened the door, the living room light was on.

The chairman sat on the sofa.

"Oh! You startled me."

"Did you finish recording well?"

"Thanks to you, ."

"Let's have a beer."

A opened the fridge and brought out beer and snacks. She took off her jacket and sat beside the chairman.

"Cheers."

"Cheers."

The bottles clinked with a crisp sound.

"You look beautiful today."

"Hoho, when have I ever not been?"

A pouted playfully.

"Of course, our A is always beautiful."

The chairman pulled her close, his hand moving over her dress to squeeze her breast.

"I missed you."

"I missed your touch so much, ."

A announcer was the chairman's official lover. Of course, she had no idea that her boyfriend was sleeping with other female announcers.

They kissed. The chairman sucked her lips, their tongues intertwining.

His tongue explored her mouth—not too deep, but thoroughly, tasting every corner.

His hand slid up her dress, slipping between her legs.

A wasn't wearing panties. And today, she hadn't even put on stockings—her lower half completely exposed.

"Haha, you're completely naked today!"

"It's just become a habit."

His fingers plunged into her pussy.

"Ahh~~"

A moaned sharply. It had been since last Sunday—her first touch from a man in a week—and she was instantly aroused.

The chairman began stimulating her clit.

"Ahh~~"

"Good?"

"Yes… more…"

His fingers worked her clit while the others thrust roughly into her wetness.

A felt breathless under his touch.

She gasped heavily, gripping the sofa tightly.

After a week of abstinence, his touch was overwhelming.

Her pussy began gushing, slick with arousal.

His kisses continued, one hand still massaging her breast through the dress.

"Ahh~~, let's go to the bedroom. It's too cramped here. Ahh~~"

His caresses didn't stop.

"Ahh~~, it feels so good. Ahh~~"

A unzipped her dress and began taking it off.

Her shoulders were bare, then her bra. The chairman pushed it up and roughly sucked her stiff nipples.

Below, her pussy was soaked, eagerly waiting for him.

The chairman unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and held it in front of her face. A took it into her mouth and began sucking.

Since she hosted the morning show, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday evenings were their only private time.

Her skilled mouth quickly hardened his cock.

"Mmm… mmm…"

The chairman gripped her head, thrusting. A grimaced each time he hit the back of her throat.

He was eager to enter her. When A had him fully erect, he pulled out, lifted her dress, and thrust straight into her.

"Ahh~~"

A cried out in ecstasy—five days without penetration, and now she felt complete. Her pussy instantly clenched around him. He thrust in not too deep, then began moving slowly.

A was desperate. She wanted his roughness. The more impatient she felt, the more excited she became, her wetness increasing.

Her pussy clung tighter, refusing to let go. He moved a little harder. Her hips bucked.

As he thrust, he kept fondling her breasts.

"Ahh~~ Ahh~~"

With every thrust, A moaned and writhed.

"Good?"

"Yes… more~~"

He picked up speed. With each rough movement, her arousal soared.

Her breathing grew ragged, her moans louder.

"Turn over."

When A turned onto her hands and knees, lifting her hips, he slammed into her from behind.

"Ahh~~"

She leaned forward, and he grabbed her waist, pulling her close, pressing their bodies together as he began moving violently.

Her pale buttocks bounced with each thrust.

The chairman licked her ass. Spreading her cheeks, he exposed her anus.

"Ahh~~, I didn't wash, it's dirty. Ahh~~"

Exposed, A felt a deep shame—like her most private part had been discovered. She'd defecated on her way home and hadn't cleaned up, making the feeling even stronger.

"Our A hasn't wiped properly in a while, has she?"

"No… Ahh, don't look!"

Strangely, the shame only heightened her arousal.

Her dignity as an announcer was gone. Before this man, she was just a bitch, excited and writhing with her ass in the air.

The chairman began thrusting hard and fast.

A gripped the sofa, riding the edge of pain and ecstasy, nearing climax.

The wet slap of their bodies filled the room.

Their heavy breathing harmonized with the rhythm.

How long had they gone on? The chairman felt the urge to cum.

"I'm about to come."

", fill me up inside."

He thrust hard for a few more minutes, then buried himself deep and erupted, flooding her womb with hot semen.

The rough sex ended. They lay in silence, the afterglow still lingering.

The chairman pulled out, slowly withdrawing from her depths. A sat up, fixing her tangled hair.

"Was it good?"

"Mm, too good."

They shared a light kiss.

"I'll go shower first."

"Alright."

A took off her half-on dress, put on her underwear, and headed to the bathroom. The chairman picked up his half-finished beer and drank.

A few minutes later, A emerged, wrapped in a towel. The man lay sideways on the sofa, watching her.

"Why are you staring?"

"You're sexy."

"Tch, go shower already."

As the man went in, A cleaned up the messy living room. Then she went to the bedroom, dried her hair, and applied her skincare.

The man came out of the shower and sat on the bed, silently watching her.

A finished her routine and approached him.

She pushed him onto the bed, then tossed the towel aside. She reached into his bathrobe, finding his cock.

She licked from his testicles to the tip, then took him into her mouth and began sucking.

Her touch revived his member.

How long had she sucked? When his cock was fully erect, A guided it into her pussy.

"Ahh~~"

She straddled him, pulled off his robe, and began licking his entire body.

His neck, nipples, navel—she kissed and licked while slowly rocking her hips.

Was one round not enough? Her body was heating up again.

Her long hair swayed as she moved, her hips rolling—utterly seductive.

"Good, baby?"

"Mm."

A knelt, leaning forward over him. His hands naturally settled on her thighs.

She began circling her hips slowly, then reversed direction. Like a belly dancer, she swayed and twisted.

Each shift in motion sent a jolt of pleasure through the chairman.

Her small but perky breasts bounced with every movement, driving him wild.

Feeling his gaze, A grew hotter. She slowly increased her pace.

"Ahh, do you like it?"

"Mm, I'm going crazy."

"Me too… Ahh~~"

She kept licking his body, moving more fiercely. Arching her back slightly, she sped up.

"Ahh~~ Ahh~~~"

Her hip movements continued for several minutes. When the chairman sensed she was tiring, he flipped her over and took control.

Her body was drenched in sweat.

"I love you."

"Me too."

Their lips met, tongues entwining. As they kissed, he massaged her breasts.

After the kiss, his tongue traveled across her face, then down her body.

Her neck, each fingertip, her armpits, nipples, navel—every touch sent shivers through her, reigniting her desire.

"Ahh~~ Baby, hurry."

"Hurry what?"

"You know…"

"Tell me."

"Move again."

"Move what?"

"My pussy—your cock inside me."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Ahh, please, hurry!"

"Say it more obscenely."

"I want sex. I want your cock deep inside my pussy, buried in my womb—now!"

"Oh, that you meant."

The chairman thrust back into her, deep and hard.

"Ahh, good."

A moaned sweetly. The chairman's fierce thrusting began again.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, he varied his rhythm, mastering her body.

A was already half-gone.

"Ahh~~ Ahh~~"

His intense movements lasted over ten minutes.

"A, I'm about to come."

", fill me up."

With one final, violent thrust, he buried himself deep and shot his load into her womb.

After the intense sex.

Their bodies still burned with heat.

The spark of sex was lit by skin touching skin—and the flame was extinguished only when they fell asleep, still entwined.

A nestled into the chairman's arms. He held her tightly, drifting into sleep.