Chapter 1 — Suspicious Women... E02 - Joo-hyun

"Deputy Manager Sarah Lee, come in."

Vice President Ha's voice came through the phone. Sarah Lee entered David Ha's office. This was part of her daily routine—her morning ritual. It served as both a business briefing on the day's priorities and a formal greeting to the company president.

David Ha, a successful businessman, had decorated his office with refined taste. It wasn't merely flashy; it was designed for comfort and personal use, a space where he could live as much as work.

But beneath that polished surface, the room revealed its true nature—Ha the lecher's sanctuary. Soundproofed walls ensured no noise escaped, and tucked discreetly within the office were a bedroom and private bathroom, a thoughtful touch for extended "meetings."

Sarah Lee sat across from Ha on the sofa and gave a concise work report. To an outsider, this might have looked like any ordinary executive briefing. Ha gave her a few instructions in return, nothing unusual on the surface.

"How's the Montana apartment project coming along? I trust you, Deputy Manager Lee."

"Don't worry. Good news will come soon."

"Good. Once this deal closes, I'll give you a little reward—a one-bedroom apartment in Montana. Consider it my thanks for all your hard work."

Ha dangled a significant prize. The Montana project was clearly critical. Harrison Construction, the firm building and selling the apartments, had been David Ha's carefully cultivated partner for years.

Lately, however, intelligence had come in about a national real estate company aggressively trying to muscle in. That made the Montana deal even more urgent for Ha.

The commission alone from selling 300 units—just $20,000 per unit—would bring in $6 million. After expenses, a clean $4–5 million profit. That kind of return would not only save face for headquarters but comfortably fund the entire year's operations. No wonder Ha was willing to hand over a $150,000 apartment in Sarah Lee's name.

In truth, Sarah Lee had spent over a month acting as little more than Harrison's CEO's personal sex slave to secure this project. She had spread her legs until they ached, serving the man like a devoted concubine just to win his favor.

Harrison's CEO had been doing business with HaSta Realty for 15 years. In many ways, they were symbiotic.

Fifteen years ago, both were small local companies—Harrison a modest construction firm, HaSta a fledgling real estate agency. They grew side by side, eventually becoming major players in the regional market. Back then, Harrison had handed HaSta exclusive rights to sell a large portion of their units, helping HaSta expand, while HaSta's aggressive marketing brought Harrison substantial profits.

What Sarah Lee didn't know was that 15 years ago, it was David Ha's wife, Emma Kim, who had personally fought tooth and nail on the front lines to secure every last unit. She had been exactly what Sarah Lee was now—Harrison's CEO's personal cock-sucker. Both Ha and Emma Kim cared only for money, and they had bet everything—literally—on winning that deal, even offering sexual favors without hesitation.

David Ha had calmly accepted his wife becoming another man's sex toy, while Emma Kim had willingly thrown herself at her husband's business partner, spreading her pussy wide for profit. Now, Sarah Lee was the one crawling on her knees, selling her body to maintain the empire they had built.

Sarah Lee ran her tongue lightly over her lips as she slowly walked toward David Ha, who was sitting. She stopped in front of David Ha and lifted her skirt.

Underneath, her lower body was firm and toned—her flat stomach and slim waist defied her mid-thirties age. Her hips were full, her ass lush and round, barely covered by a tiny thong that looked like a teabag.

David Ha untied the bow of the thong. The small piece of fabric slid down her legs and fell to the floor. Her pussy, completely shaved, glistened—smooth, hairless, and undeniably beautiful.

He stroked her exposed pussy. Sarah Lee parted her legs slightly, making it easier for him to touch.

This pussy had taken countless cocks. Even before marriage, she'd been sexually active, but after immigrating—and especially after joining HaSta Realty—this pussy had been instrumental in her rise. Within just six years, she'd outperformed veteran directors and climbed to deputy manager. From white men to black men, at least a platoon's worth of men had fucked her, yet her pussy remained tight, soft, and beautiful.

Sarah Lee began stroking David Ha's cock through his pants. It felt heavy and solid. Carefully, she unzipped him and pulled it out. For a Korean man, it was impressively thick—about 15 to 16 centimeters, robust and healthy, matching his fit physique. It was nothing like her husband's weak dick—this was a real man's cock.

At 53, the president had a body and stamina that belied his age. His physique looked like a man in his mid-to-late thirties, and his cock rivaled that of any young man in his twenties. Sarah Lee took it into her mouth, sucking eagerly, as if reminding it who truly owned it.

David Ha, pleased by how skillfully she sucked, gently stroked her head. Then he gripped her hair and pushed deeper, forcing her to take more.

Sarah Lee didn't resist as his cock plunged into her throat. She'd been sucking and fucking this cock for six years now—more than she'd ever sucked her husband's. This cock had also saved her crumbling family, pulling them back from financial ruin.

She sucked deeply, swirling her tongue around the head, stimulating the shaft with her lips, massaging his balls and the area around his anus with her hand. Then she stood, turned, and straddled his lap.

She guided his cock into her pussy. That familiar, heavy fullness filled her. They'd already gone at it hard last night in a motel after work, but doing this in the office—while employees worked just outside the door—added a thrilling edge.

Pleasure began to pulse through her pussy. Sarah Lee lifted her dress, pushed aside her bra, and offered her full, firm breasts to David Ha. He sucked greedily, lost in the rhythm of their sex.

After several minutes of deep, forceful thrusting, David Ha's cock twitched—then erupted. A massive load exploded inside her.

A wet, slapping sound echoed from her pussy as he came. Even after multiple orgasms yesterday, he shot thick, heavy spurts. How a man his age still had such stamina was beyond her.

Slowly, Sarah Lee lifted herself up. His cock slipped out of her with a soft pop. She grabbed a few tissues from the desk, pressed them against her pussy, and clenched. A hot gush of cum—his and her own—spilled out in one thick wave.

Then she took his cock back into her mouth. It was slick with his semen and her juices. Carefully, thoroughly, she cleaned every drop with her tongue, leaving nothing behind.

And just like that, their morning meeting ended.

Sarah Lee stepped out of the office and immediately began issuing work orders to her staff—mostly checking performance reports from franchise branches. When necessary, she'd visit them in person.

But her real focus was Harrison. She had another appointment with Harrison's CEO tonight. She'd likely have to satisfy the perverted old man's twisted desires again. It would be easier if Na-young helped, but for now, pulling her into this mess comes with too many complications.

She'd heard David Ha was having lunch with Harrison's CEO today. The final numbers—commissions, kickbacks—would probably be settled there. And it would be her pussy's job to seal the deal.