Chapter 1 — The New Secretary, Her

“Hic… What should I do, Mr. Kim?”

Hmph……

I could do nothing but let out a deep sigh. An utterly ridiculous mistake.

Granted, she was still a rookie—but six months should’ve been enough time to grasp the office dynamics. And yet, here she was, committing an inexcusable blunder.

Sarah Han. Hiring her too early just because she graduated from a women’s university’s secretarial program—perhaps that was the root of the problem. I forced myself to swallow the irritation.

“It’s okay. It’s your first time. These things happen. Don’t worry too much.”

“Hic… Hic…”

Was it pride? Shame? Or the weight of the financial damage she’d caused? My reassurance did nothing.

I wrapped an arm around her trembling shoulders, gently patting the left side as she kept her head bowed in tears.

“Just make sure you don’t make the same mistake again. Understand?”

“Mr. Kim…”

“Stop crying.”

I brushed back her long hair that had fallen over her right ear, revealing tear-streaked cheeks. Her small, full lips trembled, and her hands clutched a handkerchief, fidgeting uselessly.

Now, this close, I noticed how her unusually long lashes fluttered.

My gaze dropped. Teardrops dotted the silver-gray silk blouse. Two buttons were undone, exposing a shy glimpse of skin. A cute cubic zirconia necklace caught my eye at the middle of her neck.

A 24-year-old virgin, weeping in shame before a man…

Quite stimulating.

What was I thinking? I pressed my hand a little harder on her shoulder, guiding her head slowly toward my chest. As she leaned fully into me, I felt a strange calm wash over me, briefly intoxicated by the sweet scent of her hair.

“Mr. Kim…”

She lifted her head slightly, calling my name.

Was she uncomfortable? Her eyes were still wet.

Her delicate nose and lips, neatly arranged on her small face. Beautiful.

I wanted to touch her.

I gently brushed her left cheek with my right hand.

She slowly closed her eyes. What did that mean?

I pressed my lips to hers.

Her breath, slightly quickened, brushed against me.

I reached for her left waist with my right hand.

Under the blouse, I felt the smooth, firm texture of her skin.

She flinched—but I guided her arms up, placing them on my shoulders.

Not eager, perhaps, but not resisting either.

I savored her lips, then parted her teeth with my tongue, slipping past into the warm space beyond.

“Ah….”

A soft moan escaped. It had been a long time since I’d felt such excitement.

Her tongue touched mine—tentatively. Was this her first time? She didn’t pull away, retreating only slightly.

But there was no escape.

Soon, we’d be tangled.

My left hand stroked the length of her back.

I felt the line of her bra…

Then, wrapping my arms fully around her waist, I reached for the buttons of her blouse with my right hand.

One by one. I undid them.

“Mr. Kim…”

It was too late to refuse.

By the time I reached the last button, my own hand trembled.

I unfastened them all, exposing her left shoulder. I wanted to savor this slowly.

Her smooth skin came into view.

The bra strap resting midway down her shoulder—I covered her neck with my lips, unhooking it.

It was still too soon to lay her down.

I wanted to enjoy her like this, seated.

I reached behind, unclasping the bra hook.

With a soft click, the tension gave way, and her breasts were revealed.

I pulled down both blouse and bra, then cupped one breast fully in my right hand.

“Ah… Mr. Kim…”

“Your body’s beautiful.”

Surprisingly, many women lack confidence in their figures.

From experience, I knew one of the main reasons women resist intimacy is fear—fear that their bodies will disappoint.

Hers needed reassurance.

“I’m embarrassed… I…”

I silenced her with another kiss.

No need for words.

My right hand gently held her breast, my left arm circling her narrow waist.

She closed her eyes, savoring the touch of my hands and lips.

Her racing pulse throbbed beneath my lips, beneath my palm.

Now it was time to lay her down.

For me, true pleasure didn’t come from the act itself.

It came from the sight of a woman—her chest bare, legs spread, her sex open—submitting to me.

The daytime arrogance, the cold demeanor—all gone. Her lips slick and parted, moaning with shame and desire, crying out in breathy ecstasy.

Me, pressing my entire body down upon her.

That was what I craved.

If love is connection, then sex is conquest.

Under the soft office lighting, Sarah was ready to accept me.

As the tip of me began to push inside, her hips twisted slightly—

But I released the breast I’d been gripping, seized both her wrists.

Her movement stilled. Only her lips parted further.

Her passage felt slightly tight. She might not be a virgin. I didn’t care.

What mattered was that I was the first to take this woman.

That her body wasn’t loose, that my climax wouldn’t be ruined by indifference.

And that she was undeniably beautiful.

That was all that mattered.

When I pushed in up to the head, Sarah’s breathing grew ragged.

Her genuine gasps excited me far more than any practiced moans.

It was proof of untouched womanhood.

I’d never been aroused by loose women, women more excited than me, growling like beasts.

There were times I’d had to close my eyes and imagine another woman.

I’d always believed my taste leaned toward innocence—not sluts or professionals.

Today, my ideal match had walked right into my office.

Is it painful…?

I didn’t particularly enjoy hearing cries of pain.

I pulled the head back out, lifted my torso, and spread her legs firmly into a wide M.

I looked at her entrance.

The red inner flesh, parted like the fresh cut of a freshly filleted sea bream.

Complete domination.

Should I just thrust through?

A cruel impulse flickered—but I chose gentler pleasure instead.

I leaned my upper body slightly forward, aligning my rigid length with her opening.

Now the head slipped in a little more easily.

My path was secured.

Soft, yet slightly resistant—the unknown passage lay before me.

I teased her breast with my right hand, slowly pushing my hips forward.

Where was it? The path of least resistance…

Adding a little more pressure, the resistance gave way—and at the same moment, her lips flew open.

“Ah… Ugh…”

Who said it? Aek, and it becomes ah. Eum, and it becomes hoo-da.

A brilliant metaphor. Almost accurate.

Now the real fun begins.

Plunging in all at once would be boring.

I waited for her arousal to wet my length further.

With short, slow strokes, I warmed the piston.

Her hands wandered aimlessly.

I interlaced her fingers above her head, pressing them together.

Our chests met. Her breath echoed against my ear.

“Ah… Ah… Mr. Kim…”

I devoured slowly.

How many things in the world could be as stimulating as a woman’s ragged breath against your ear?

I heated her slowly.

I turned my head slightly, glancing down.

Her pale thighs curved down to slender calves, floating in the air. Her feet carefully nestled against my thighs.

Her nape. Her cheeks. Her lips. Her eyelids. Her shoulders—every inch received my lips.

A deep, saliva-soaked kiss.

Every point ignited flame.

She shivered.

I released her hands.

The two hands above her head sprang down like springs, clinging to my back.

Heh.

Now she was responding—satisfactorily. Not killing my mood, not pulling away.

I nibbled her earlobe, then traced her ear canal with my tongue.

The hesitant arms on my back began to slide down, circling my waist.

“Sarah…”

“Your skin is so soft. So beautiful. And… it’s so warm inside.”

“Ah… Hic… Mr. Kim. I don’t know anything anymore.”

I relaxed the elbows propping me up—just slightly.

The head of me, lingering at her entrance, slowly slipped inward.

No force needed. She was ready.

Her passage opened on its own, welcoming me in.

Her lips parted wider.

“Uh… Come in…”

“That’s right… I’m going in.”