Chapter 1 — The Female Employee from the Taiwan Client Company

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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Daniel Park never thought he'd end up writing about this kind of experience. Honestly, most people probably have a few memories like this—nothing extraordinary, and with no real talent for storytelling, he still figured he'd give it a try.

He travels for work quite often. He actually enjoys being on the move, and since he likes spending time alone, whenever he goes on a business trip, he usually extends it by a day or two just to unwind.

Last month, a female employee from their client company in Taiwan joined the trip.

They were supposed to handle some joint tasks, and there was a lot of information to exchange. But two days before he was scheduled to arrive, she messaged him asking when he'd be getting in—saying she'd already be there by then.

The tone felt a little off.

He'd already sent her his itinerary, so why bring up her early arrival like that? He had a hunch, but since he'd never met her in person, he decided to stick to his original plan and not rush things.

Plus, he's always had a bit of fear when it comes to women from Chinese-speaking regions.

Then she messaged again, saying she was going to check out some local spots and asking if he wanted to join. Naturally, he said no.

He reminded her they'd met a few times before and suggested sending one of their staff instead, but she insisted she'd go alone.

Man, this woman's not going to give up, is he? He kept saying no, but honestly, he was kind of disappointed.

Even though it's his own company, changing plans last minute always makes subordinates uneasy, so he pretended not to notice and arrived on schedule.

When they finally met…

Hmm…

She looked early to mid-30s—flawless skin, incredibly well-maintained body and face. Her complexion was like a 20-year-old's, but something felt slightly off. When he looked closer, her hands were aged, and there were quite a few wrinkles on her neck. She was definitely in her 40s.

Yeah, the power of cosmetic procedures. He took her business card—Director. She manages 25 subordinates.

He caught a glimpse of a kid's photo on her phone—divorced, he assumed. And that strange tension between them still lingered.

A well-kept 40-something can be just as attractive as a 20-year-old, he guessed.

Another client's CEO brought a bottle of tequila, he brought beer and other drinks, and his subordinate grilled steaks—they'd prepared quite the feast.

He'll skip the drinking details. It was a lively, fun night.

Eventually, his subordinate passed out. It was just the three of them left—him, the other CEO, and the Taiwanese woman. But the CEO's eyes were glazed over, and she wasn't far behind.

This is usually the moment—eye contact, a light touch, a whisper in the ear.

While the other CEO went outside for a smoke, she suddenly asked him to walk her back to her room. Up until then, she'd been sipping drinks casually, but now she pretended to be drunk, leaning her body against him.

Feeling the mood shift, he immediately said okay and stood up.

As soon as they got to her room, she collapsed onto the bed and pulled him down with him. His heavy frame (180cm/90kg) landed right on top of her.

No hesitation—straight into a deep kiss. Then clothes came off, bodies rubbed together, and they plunged into a storm of sex.

But then, mid-way, she kept saying weird things: "I can't marry you." "We shouldn't be doing this." "We're not meant to be together."

Hearing that, his arousal instantly vanished. He told her the other CEO was waiting alone and left the room.

She sprinted after him to the door, begging him to come back, saying she wouldn't sleep and would wait for him. This, from someone who'd just been stumbling around pretending to be drunk.

Who the hell said anything about living together? And honestly, she was starting to scare him a little.

Was his whole life about to spiral out of control because of this?

He went back to talk business, shared some work struggles. Before he knew it, it was past 1 a.m.

He said it was time to sleep, and they all headed to their rooms. But once he was lying in bed, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

The image of her running out half-naked kept flashing in his mind.

Her breasts were slightly sagging, but no belly fat. Thighs firm, hips a bit wide—still, a body clearly well-maintained.

Screw it, he thought, and headed back to her room.

What the hell? The door was wide open. She'd propped it open with the door stopper, completely naked, lying in bed as if waiting.

Should he wake her? Or not? Well, if he hadn't come, she wouldn't have known.

But the moment he touched her, she shot up. Was she pretending to sleep again?

They started over—deep kissing, grinding. He couldn't hold back anymore and stood up, putting himself in her mouth. And damn, she gave him one of the top three best blowjobs of his life.

He was exhausted, drunk, barely had the strength to stand, but still—WOW. It was like a vacuum cleaner sucking water—no exaggeration.

Honestly, he wanted to just shoot right then and there. His body was tired.

But of course, that's when it doesn't come. And after giving an amazing blowjob, she starts again:

"We shouldn't be doing this." "I have to go back tomorrow." "We can't be together."—all the stuff that kills the mood. He just collapsed onto the bed.

If you're going to give it, give it. If not, shut up. Damn it. If you don't want it, he won't force it. He doesn't want to deal with a woman full of worries either. He told her he was going back to his room.

But then, suddenly, she got up and tried to insert him herself.

She shouted, "Give it to me."

He was secretly cheering inside, but also a little uneasy. Anyway, he didn't force her—so it was fine. He just stayed still.

But strangely, there was no wetness. Was she not turned on? Or was it just naturally dry?

He's a fan of tightness, but that night he was too tired to care. He just said, "You figure it out," and lay back.

Despite hours of oral, his arousal had barely budged—but now, faced with the dry tightness and expertly toned grip of her body, it came rushing in like premature ejaculation.

With the alcohol and fatigue, he just wanted to finish quickly.

But damn, she must've worked out a lot. The way she clenched—exactly like a fist tightly gripping during masturbation.

It felt surreal. He doesn't know how she maintained it, but her stamina and tightness were unmistakably those of a woman in her early 30s. It was impossible to believe she had a kid.

She took him all the way in, then endlessly massaged and squeezed—there was no way he could endure that.

He came hard, told her he'd see her tomorrow, and went back to his room.

It was only the first night of a four-night, five-day trip. Damn it, what now? He fell asleep with half satisfaction, half worry.

It was already 3:30 a.m.

Now that he's written it down, he feels a bit relieved. Is this why people write experience stories?

During that trip, he ended up ejaculating at least once every night. And with two different women.

Guess he's had his share of luck—though it feels like the kind of luck he'll never have again.

Anyway, that's all for today.