Chapter 1 — The Killer Miss Park of the Executive Office

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"Yes, Vice President."

"Miss Park, come in for a moment."

"Yes, right away."

Sarah Park grabbed her diary. She checked that her pen was tucked inside, then opened her desk drawer, pulling out foundation to lightly pat under her eyes. She puckered her lips with lipstick, adjusted her collar, and smoothed her skirt.

The skirt rode up well above her knees—more than ten centimeters—but Sarah didn't seem to care.

Truthfully, she hated skirts this short, but company policy left her no choice.

Knock knock.

"Come in."

David Bae always used formal speech with subordinates. Even if they were younger, even if they'd known each other for years—he never slipped.

Because of that alone, he had a reputation as one of the more respectable executives in the company.

The gray carpet felt fresh underfoot. Today, it seemed especially so.

Walking across it, Sarah bowed deeply, her posture flawless, and approached his desk.

Anyone who saw her from behind would have been stunned. Bent forward like that, her round, firm buttocks strained against the tight fabric of her skirt—and thanks to its short length, a glimpse of soft pink panties peeked through.

From behind his glasses, David watched her approach in silence, his sharp eyes following every step. Then, suddenly, he squeezed his eyes shut—as if steeling himself for something he knew he shouldn't do.

"Miss Park, come stand beside me."

Today, David had arrived over thirty minutes late. Normally at his desk by seven, his absence had made Sarah uneasy—especially since he had an important meeting scheduled with an outside vendor.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally walked in just past 7:40. And yet, the moment he entered, he called for her.

Not with instructions or documents—but simply told her to come stand beside him. She tilted her head slightly, puzzled.

"So… did you sleep well last night?"

His voice was warm, almost tender, as his hand gently brushed over her backside. Sarah feigned surprise but didn't pull away.

"Yes, I slept well. How about you, Vice President?"

Sarah was a fox. Or perhaps even closer to a fox spirit—a nine-tailed fox spirit capable of bewitching men.

Only just past twenty-five, her body was nothing short of mesmerizing. With it, she had launched a full-scale assault on David.

While the national economy froze, funding dried up, and unemployment soared, Sarah remained untouched.

Why? Because she had already succeeded in her carefully orchestrated plan.

Make no mistake—Sarah was already an elite employee, respected within the company. Yet she still chose to seduce David. All for money.

She suffered from princess syndrome—a deep-seated craving for luxury and status. That sickness had turned her into a slave to wealth.

And so, she chose the fastest path to endless riches.

The thought of living month after month on a fixed salary, saving scraps, scrimping until marriage—it horrified her.

Respected though she was, the company wouldn't pay her enough. To fill that void, she seduced David. And he, unable to resist, fell right into her trap.

Now, feeling his hand caress her hip, Sarah stiffened for a moment—then, as if making a decision, swayed her hips slightly, pretending to brush him off.

"Oh, what are you doing? So early in the morning."

She frowned at him, narrowing her eyes. Her tone had changed—no longer polite, but casual, familiar.

This kind of exchange had never happened before in the office. Not here, not in his private room.

But David only smiled at her glare—and without hesitation, pulled her sharply toward him by the waist.

Sarah gasped. The door to the secretary's office was open. His office door was wide open too. Anyone could walk in at any moment.

"G-get off. S-someone might come."

"It's fine. Just a little longer."

Though frowning, Sarah didn't push him away. After all, she was a fox spirit.

She pretended to resist—but never truly refused.

Having this happen often would be problematic. But once in a while? It wasn't so bad.

His hand moved to the buttons of her uniform, undoing them one by one, slipping beneath her bra.

Sarah's eyes flicked toward the door—but she remembered no one would dare enter without permission. Reassured, she let herself sink into his touch.

David had seen something he shouldn't have that morning on his commute. It had delayed him by nearly thirty minutes—and now, the moment he arrived, he couldn't keep his hands off Sarah.

They had never done anything like this inside the office before.

When his urges became unbearable, he'd send her out on errands and go to a hotel. She'd follow shortly after. There, they'd satisfy their desires—then return as if nothing had happened.

No one knew. (Well, some might suspect—but no rumors had surfaced yet.) Since everything was technically "legitimate," no one questioned it.

David owned a country house about thirty minutes from the city, near a certain district. He took the highway every day. Compared to his income, the extra hour of commuting was negligible—and he'd been living this double life for three years.

Lately, thanks to the financial crisis, fewer cars clogged the highway, so he could afford to arrive 20 to 30 minutes later without raising eyebrows.

But today was unlucky.

As he drove along, his black sedan kept veering to one side. Frowning, he steered harder—but eventually gave up and pulled onto the shoulder.

Luckily, he knew the route well. Without trouble, he parked at a small highway rest stop.

It was early—the parking lot nearly empty. Only one other car sat there.

Also a black sedan.

David slammed his door shut with a loud bang. The front right tire was half-flat.

He had a flat.

A normally easygoing man, David let out a dry chuckle and began changing the tire.

Even though it was spring, the wind on the highway was biting cold. By the time he finished and climbed back into the car, twenty minutes had passed.

He signaled and slowly merged back onto the highway.

But those twenty minutes had made all the difference. Traffic had thickened. He struggled to merge, inching forward bit by bit.

Then, as his car pulled alongside the other black sedan, David stopped looking at the rearview mirror. He froze.

Cars behind him blared their horns—startling him so much he had to pull over again.

Inside that car, a naked man and woman were passionately fucking each other.

Even as David's car passed beside them, even as horns blared, they didn't stop. The man, thrusting hard atop the woman, locked eyes with David—and didn't flinch. He just kept moving.

David saw the man's plump ass clenching, the woman's bare breasts bouncing—but they didn't care. They were lost in pleasure.

At that moment, David's cock swelled instantly beneath his pants.

Their total disregard for others' eyes… the man moving like an athlete, fucking fiercely at dawn on the side of the highway, both completely naked—this raw display stirred something deep inside David. A fierce longing for a woman surged through him.

"Ahh… God, ah… mm…"

His hand, still inside Sarah's bra, had unbuttoned her entire uniform and pushed her bra up. Sarah, her head tilted back as she received his touches, suddenly felt the cool air on her chest and looked down.

At some point, David had pulled her onto his lap. Now, his lips were pressed against her bare breast.

Her moans came naturally—raw, unfiltered. Hearing them in the office, in the middle of work, only intensified David's arousal.

"Did you shower this morning?"

"A… ah… I don't know…"

Savoring the fresh taste of her skin, David gently bit and tugged at her small, delicate nipple.

Still not fully matured, her bud had been trained by his hands and lips—now standing firm and erect, pointing straight at him.

"S-stop… ah… that hurts…"

Caught between pain and pleasure, Sarah buried his face into her chest, whispering helplessly.

The first time David had succumbed to her seduction and stripped her clothes, he'd felt deep guilt. Even he could see how pure she looked—like a woman untouched by men.

Small breasts, tiny nipples, and below, thick, dark pubic hair. Everything screamed virgin.

"Well then… I guess there's no helping it."

Seeing Sarah trying to cover herself, David spoke softly—and then, unzipping his pants, pulled out his fully erect cock.

Sarah gasped. She hadn't expected David, usually so shy like a virgin himself, to act so boldly.

She knew exactly what he wanted. But…

It was already time for department heads to start arriving with approval documents. Some might already be waiting in the secretary's office. They'd be expecting her.

They always connected with the VP through her. They always spoke to him through her.

Yet now, David had his cock out—expecting a blowjob. Right now?

"Why? You don't want to?"

Seeing her hesitate, David asked.

Honestly, he wanted to force her. No—right now, he wanted to shove his cock deep inside her and take her completely.

The couple on the highway, shameless in broad daylight… the feel of Sarah's body under his hands and lips—everything made him burn.

But if she refused, he couldn't push it. And if she stayed away from now on, that was that.

Their relationship was built on an unspoken contract. He could ask. Sometimes, she even did it willingly.

It was just… doing it here, in the office—that was different.

"The department heads will be coming in soon."

Her tone had softened. She was signaling it was over.

But she hesitated.

David was kind and sincere—but he also had a nasty habit: he never tolerated defiance. Worse, he indulged his frustrations freely, without restraint.

Sarah was torn. If she refused, she knew David's attitude would shift starting tomorrow. Too many consequences flashed through her mind.

There's no choice.

She made her decision. If David didn't relieve himself now, all that pent-up stress would come crashing down on her later. The thought gave her a headache.

And truthfully, despite being forced to wear these clothes, her body craved a man. Anyone could tell just by looking at her physical state.

"Ugh… Daddy."

Pouting her lips, she playfully whined at him. That's what they called each other—Daddy and daughter.

She lifted her skirt slightly, crouching into a comfortable position.

The raised hem revealed the top of her stockings, and above them, thick, puffy pink panties hugged her mound.

But David didn't look down there. His eyes were fixed on her lips.

His exposed cock stood thick and rigid—impressively large for his age.

He'd invested time and money to maintain it. For her. For himself.

Her cherry-red lips touched the tip of his cock—where a single drop of pre-cum glistened.

David watched, breath catching, as her tongue flicked against him. A low groan escaped his throat.

Kneeling before his chair, Sarah wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, the heavy sac beneath, and the other around the shaft.

David unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. His floral-print boxers slid past his knees—and a soft moan slipped from his lips.

"A… ah… y-yes… y-yeah…"

His quiet moans fueled her rhythm, acting like perfect lubrication.

"Mmm… mmm…"

Even Sarah let out a moan—muffled, deep in her throat, as David's cock plunged into her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat.

The friction between lips and flesh created a sensual melody.

In and out, his cock longed to plunge deeper than any vagina ever could. And Sarah, receiving it, sucked hungrily—aching to swallow him whole into her deepest depths.

It required perfect harmony—matching breaths, shared sensation.

Moans spilled from both of them as the act continued.

They were indispensable to each other. Not love—but mutual need. One sought release. The other, a luxurious life.

Time passed.

Then, David's breathing changed. His cock twitched—signaling he was close.

"A… I… hah… hah…"

Sarah braced herself. There was no other way. She'd have to take it all. Pulling away now would leave her face, her uniform, ruined. But she couldn't dodge the violently pulsing cock in front of her.

Just as she prepared—

Knock knock.

"Vice President?"

David froze. Sarah froze. Their eyes met—wide, panicked.

It was definitely one of the department heads. He must've noticed Sarah was gone and waited—then knocked, unable to wait any longer. Probably had urgent documents.

Their locked gaze snapped back to reality at the second knock. They needed to react. Fast.

They'd never been caught like this. Panic set in. No plan. They had to get through this moment.

They scanned each other quickly.

Sarah's skirt was bunched at her waist. Standing up would fix that. But her smudged lipstick, wrinkled uniform, and sweat on her forehead were problems. Still, excuses could be made.

Same for David. No real issue. Wipe the sweat, pull up his pants—done.

But they'd already been in here too long. The department head had likely been waiting in the secretary's office during Sarah's absence. He'd know she wasn't just "out on an errand."

If he realized they'd been together in here this whole time—both sweating, disheveled—it would raise suspicions.

Realization hit David—he gestured sharply, motioning for Sarah to crawl under the desk. Just for a moment.

Sarah understood. Staying upright beside him wouldn't cause issues—but with her smeared lipstick and flushed face, people would talk. No other option.

She tugged her skirt down and ducked beneath the desk.

Thankfully, there was plenty of space.

Before David could pull up his pants, he called out:

"C-come in."

His trousers hung loosely at his ankles. His boxers rested below his knees. Sarah's face was inches from his cock—still hard, still unsatisfied, glaring at her like an angry eye.

The door opened.

In walked Chief Manager Choi from Sales—a longtime employee who'd dedicated years to the company.

"S-sorry, Vice President. Miss Park wasn't at her desk."

"Oh. Yes. I sent her on an errand."

David claimed he'd sent her out. Leaving without reporting would be misconduct—so he lied, inventing a task on the spot.

Choi's footsteps approached the desk.

David wanted to stand—but couldn't. He always stood to greet visitors. It was his habit. Didn't matter if superior or subordinate.

Choi noticed David didn't rise. Thought it odd—but didn't dwell on it. No rule said a VP had to stand.

"This is a bit urgent, sir."

Choi placed the approval documents neatly on the desk.

Under the desk, Sarah's heart pounded. If Choi stepped closer…

But her fear was unfounded. Unlike usual, David didn't invite him to sit beside him. Instead, he opened the document board and studied it silently.

"Hmm. This one."

David trailed off. The issue was urgent—Choi was requesting promotional funds for the sales team.

Approval was necessary—but the amount was higher than expected. In this economy, it wasn't a simple yes. Budgets had to be balanced fairly.

David hesitated. He wanted to dismiss Choi immediately—but Choi stood there, impatient, pushing for a quick decision.

That's when Sarah heard it—their voices again. Choi pressing hard for approval, David reluctant to commit.

She listened from under the desk. She desperately wanted Choi gone. But she knew David's personality—he wasn't someone who approved things carelessly. She knew this better than anyone.

After all, she'd seduced him not through charm alone—but through meticulous planning, intelligence gathering, and relentless strategy.

She opened her eyes.

Moments ago, David's cock had pulsed with vibrant energy. Now, it was slowly softening, drooping downward.

"Chief Manager… this one seems questionable."

"Sir, this is absolutely necessary."

Voices echoed above her. A tug-of-war—Choi fighting for every won, David trying to save company funds.

David was always like this. Never just "cut it" or "no" or "do it this way." He preferred discussion, finding solutions through dialogue.

That's why he wasn't seen as authoritarian like other VPs. His office was often a heated debate room.

Today was shaping up the same.

Sarah grew frustrated. If David got caught up in work mode now, she might have to stay crouched here for an hour—or two.

She looked at his sagging cock.

Then—

That's it.

David's work obsession was impossible to stop. Once focused, he'd work through the night. Another one of his traits.

And now? From the conversation above, this wasn't ending quickly.

Sarah reached out and gently gripped David's cock.

It twitched.

Above, their conversation paused.

David, deep in discussion, felt a hand wrap around his bare cock—and choked on his words. He swallowed hard, throat dry.

Choi, mid-argument, noticed David's sudden silence and looked up.

David's expression was different—tense, flustered. But when he gulped loudly, Choi assumed he was just thirsty.

Sarah stroked him firmly. She acted as if she'd forgotten her own position—crawled under the desk like a servant.

Her plan? Revive David's cock. Force his focus back to her.

But David, after a brief moment of shock, dove back into the discussion with Choi.

Sarah seethed. Not at his lust—but at his stubborn work ethic. He knew she was down here, crouched in pain, yet chose to keep arguing instead of dismissing Choi or telling her to leave.

Her frustration turned to action.

She gripped his softening cock—felt it begin to stir—and pulled his chair slightly backward, burying her face between his legs.

His cock, weeping, slipped into her mouth.

She shook her head defiantly. Already coated in lipstick, his cock now glistened red with fresh color.

David felt his chair shift inward. He coughed dryly, glancing at Choi—trying to make it look like he'd moved it himself.

He wanted Choi gone. There were questions about the documents—but not now. Not like this.

Choi droned on, passionate, insistent. David couldn't interrupt—not yet.

Then—suddenly—his cock sank into warm, wet heat.

It was more intense than the earlier blowjob. Deeper. Tighter.

While Choi argued, David's cock was buried in Sarah's mouth. It felt like something from a forbidden porn tape.

His vision blurred.

He resented her. Just a little longer, and he'd have sent Choi away. But she couldn't wait—she'd taken him into her mouth anyway.

Of course, David understood why she was doing this. Crouched under a desk, her back aching, legs cramping—it was torture.

He understood—but still, he hated her for it. Hated how she refused to endure even a little suffering. Hated her impatience.

Then—another thought struck him.

The couple on the highway. Fucking shamelessly in broad daylight. Ignoring honking cars, ignoring the world.

Their image flashed in his mind.

And just like that, the urge to dismiss Choi vanished.

Instead, a reckless desire surged—I'll come right here. In her mouth. While he's still talking.

Choi kept speaking—insisting the budget be approved in full. But David tuned him out, focusing entirely on what was happening beneath the desk.

Above: a calm discussion over paperwork.
Below: a woman sucking a naked cock just 30–50 cm out of sight.

David struggled to breathe. His hips twitched—but he couldn't move. He wanted to watch. Wanted to see her take him.

But David was ruthless.

He wanted to feel his cock pulse while Choi stood right there.

Every time it throbbed, Sarah would make a soft chup-chup sound.

He imagined Choi hearing it—and pretending not to.

He pictured Choi's shocked face. His own eyes closed in ecstasy.

It thrilled him.

A moan rose in his throat—but he choked it back.

"S-so… we should… u-uh… reconsider this… um… think it over. Ah… actually, maybe we need the CEO's approval. Hmm… w-what do you think?"

His voice broke repeatedly. Choi stared, confused. David's tone had sounded strained since the beginning.

"Are you feeling unwell, sir?"

"No… no, I'm fine."

"If you're sick, maybe take medicine—"

"I sent for Miss Park. She'll be back soon. Don't worry. Hmm… what about this item? Maybe we can cut this part."

Despite the moans mixed into his speech, Choi found David annoyingly thorough. But this approval was non-negotiable.

"Sir, this one—"

"Hah! Wait… j-just a second. Ah!"

David suddenly convulsed violently—his whole body shaking, the chair rattling.

Choi jumped, thinking David was collapsing—and rushed to his side.

A VP fainting wasn't trivial. If he collapsed from overwork, it could become a media scandal. Stroke risk. Immediate danger.

Choi reached out to catch him.

But David had already exploded.

Hot, white cum flooded Sarah's mouth.

He held his breath—eyes shut—aware Choi was right there.

But only for a second.

To David, it felt like a brief spasm.

To Choi, it was alarming.

Thinking David was about to collapse, Choi moved to support him.

But the tremor ended quickly. Partly because Choi was there—but mostly because David wanted him gone. He wanted to see Sarah. See her with his seed in his mouth.

Shivering faintly, David opened his eyes—watching Choi turn toward the desk through tears in his vision.

If Choi came any closer now, it would be catastrophic.

"A-ah, Chief Manager… please… s-stay there… I-I'm sorry… could you… just step out for a moment? Let me… let's talk again in a bit. P-please… j-just go…"

Choi, having witnessed the convulsion, froze mid-step. He stared at David, bewildered.

"Sir, are you okay? Maybe we should call a hospital—"

"No! Just… step out. I'll contact you. Please… I'm begging you."

David used the word begging. Nothing else mattered now. Approval, documents—none of it. He just wanted Choi gone.

Please.