Chapter 1 — The Secretary's Burning Body - Part 1

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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David Wang… My name.

Some might sense it just from the name. Ever since I was young—maybe because of an overactive libido, or perhaps it was congenital, congenital—my thing has always been substantial.

And with a bit of medical help, it became even more so. Length, thickness, and hardness—just the size, one woman once said, that makes a woman's pussy gush.

Forty years old…

An age when most men are supposed to be free from confusion, no longer swayed by the chaos of the world.

But lately, I've been drowning in a new world, flailing helplessly.

A spring breeze had blown through my dull, routine life.

I ran into Daniel Kim, the younger brother of my elementary school classmate Kim Mal-ja—“Mal-ja, Mal-ja,” everyone called her. By his side stood an angel.

My sister-in-law, Sarah Jin. That girl was the angel.

We made plans to have dinner together, then parted ways.

Back in the office…

The designated driver was skilled behind the wheel. Lost in lewd thoughts about my sister-in-law, I didn't even notice how time slipped by.

“You're back. Had a drink, I see. Here are the documents for your approval….”

“Uh… just leave them there. Miss Han! Did you eat lunch?”

“President, do you even know what time it is? I already ate.”

She's my personal secretary at the office.

Emma Han…

That's her name. Twenty-one years old, a fresh, vibrant young woman. She carries a crisp, intoxicating scent—like morning dew on spring blossoms.

Her story is complicated. Painful. A woman who's lived a hard life.

I'm the one who pulled her out of the darkness—got her into college, helped her step into the light. Before that, she lived in the shadows.

Gangnam's Number One…

Black Rose…

Those were her other names.

Once the top hostess in Gangnam. It wasn't even a year ago. Thinking back, my obsession with her wasn't ordinary.

Sometimes, when we met outside the office, she'd treat me like her lover. It started to feel heavy, so recently, I've kept my distance.

Top delinquent girl from Mihwa Girls' High…

Black Rose…

Names from an even darker past.

By day, she's a model office worker—handling accounting and secretarial duties in my office, attending night college. But her past wasn't ordinary.

Her appearance alone evokes a rose with thorns.

Tall, 170cm, with a lush, curvy figure. A small scar beneath her jaw—blade marks. I've offered to pay for surgery, but she refuses.

She says it's punishment to herself, so she'll never forget her past.

“President! Why are you staring?”

I catch the sweet scent of spring on her.

Isn't spring the season of maidens?

She's radiant, like a spring maiden. Fragrant. The forsythia seems to whisper to me. The yellow two-piece suit suits her perfectly.

White stockings and glossy, enamel-textured white high heels.

She looks just like the archetypal sexy OL from Japanese adult videos.

The lust awakened by my sister-in-law has now shifted to Su-kyung.

“President!”

She senses something strange in my gaze and takes a step back.

I rescued her from a “pit of evil,” and we've been intimate a few times since. But in the office, we've strictly maintained a professional relationship.

That was our unspoken agreement.

There are no other employees. I have plenty of capital, but only she works here. My trust in her runs that deep.

I step closer to her.

I've been distant lately—my libido dulled, her attachment growing suffocating.

It's not that I don't care for her. She's attractive. Fiery.

Being Gangnam's number one hostess isn't easy. She knows men. She knows how to handle them.

She lives a normal life now because of me, but her past hasn't vanished.

She seems to sense my state—her lips curl into a knowing, sultry smile.

“President…”

Her back presses against the door to my office.

“Ah…”

My hands slide behind her waist, gripping her ass. She playfully resists, wriggling.

I massage her ass, lower my head, and kiss her. She doesn't resist—her lips part.

Her tongue slips into my mouth. Hot, soft, wet. We exchange sweet saliva.

“Ah… hnnn…”

Slurp… slurp… smack… smack…

“Mmm… mmm… Su… Su-kyung…”

My hand, unsatisfied just over her skirt, slips beneath.

Pantyhose…

That's what guards the entrance to her deep cave. Annoying.

I want to tear it, rip through it. But I hold back—just a little.

When she twists her legs, the friction of the stockings sounds obscenely loud.

I slide my hand inside the pantyhose. Bare skin beneath—her ass, smooth and warm. She's wearing a thong.

I grab the back of her panties and tug gently.

“Mmm… President… ah…”

Slurp… smack… smack…

My other hand moves to the front of her skirt.

I rub her pussy over the pantyhose. Pulling from behind, rubbing from the front—her moans grow louder, more desperate.

I press hard on where her clit should be. She can't take it anymore—she pushes me away.

“Hah… President… ah… not here…”

“Lock the door. Come here.”

For the first time, I want to take her in the office.

Her face flushes—nervous, but excited.

I start unbuttoning her top. Under the yellow jacket, she wears a white blouse with a hint of pink.

She doesn't resist—she helps. Button by button, her upper body is revealed.

Her skin is as fair as my sister's—like polished jade.

“Ah… David…”

“It's been a while… mmm…”

The blouse slips off her shoulders.

I lean down, sucking her nipples through the bra. Pale yellow lace. Her nipples perk up instantly.

I clamp them between my teeth, bite gently. I knead both breasts, twist and bite the nipples.

“Ah… hnnn…”

Her body writhes. She raises her hands, trying to push my head away—proof of how intense it feels.

Then she grabs my face, pulling me up.

She wants to kiss.

Slurp… slurp… “It's fully hard.”

“Ah… David… hnnn…”

She gives up on the kiss, her hand moving down.

She grabs my cock through my pants. She arches her hips back slightly, teasing me.

Her hands need something to hold. She grabs my head, pulls it into the valley between her breasts, hugging me close.

“Ah… David… hnnn… David…”

Slurp… “What?”

Her desperate moans, her calling me “David”—it's intoxicating. I grunt, sucking harder on her breasts.

Her bra is already soaked with my saliva.

I slide my hand down, once again rubbing her deep pussy valley from front and back.

I rub her thighs through the stockings. Slip a finger under the thong, press against her anus.

“Ah… I don't know…”

She twists her hips away.

“Hnnn… not there…”

“Mmm… like it? Su-kyung?”

“Ah… hahh… it's dirty… ah… stop… it smells…”

She has a sensitive body.

I might be a criminal for neglecting such a hot woman all this time.

If middle-aged women or married housewives are like ripe persimmons, Su-kyung's body is like a crisp, sweet, juicy kaki fruit—fresh and bouncy.

But now, her body is maturing—closer to a rich, soft persimmon.

Some perverts get turned on by children.

They're the kind of fools who, instead of eating ripe persimmons, obsess over unripe ones—mentally deranged.

Lolita… eating unripe fruit. Get caught, and your life is ruined.

A ripe persimmon bursts whether you touch it gently or roughly. But a kaki fruit bruises easily if handled too harshly.

Yet…

Women crave gentleness—but sometimes, they long for roughness too.

“Ah… hnnn… David…”

I suck her breasts roughly, while touching her lower body softly.

“Ah…”

It matters how you pick a persimmon before it bursts. A kaki fruit becomes hard to eat if left too long.

“Hnnn… David…”

I've had her many times. First, in the club, as a customer and a hostess.

She was good—great technique. After she became my secretary, we hooked up a few more times.

But today, she tastes better than ever.

Slurp… slurp… mmm…

My lust and desire for my sister-in-law only fuel me further.

Sarah Jin…

She's a persimmon I can't eat. But the woman moaning in front of me—Su-kyung—is one I can devour.

Today, I want to savor her completely. I wonder if she changes like this with other men.

Has she been with anyone else? I think of her as mine—but maybe that's just my delusion.

I want to find out.

Maybe these feelings are love. I've avoided her, thinking I was detached—but I've been obsessed too.

She promised me she wouldn't spread her legs for anyone else… but I've ignored her for months.

Can I really believe she's been alone, resisting temptation?

“David…”

She starts unbuttoning my shirt.

“Hnnn… David… hurry…”

“Su-kyung… I need to know. Have you been with someone else?”

“Hahh… David! You don't trust me? That's too much…”

Her voice is slightly pouting, hurt. Her eyes look sad.

“No… mmm… I'm sorry… I love you…”

“Hate you… mmm… you never came looking for me… mmm…”

I pull her close, kissing her deeply.

Before the kiss, she gives me a sideways glance—resentful.

An old saying…

“Women and dried codfish must be beaten every three days.”

The more you beat dried cod, the softer and tastier it becomes.

In the old days, women weren't equal to men. A man had to “manage” his wife regularly.

Since women had many household duties, beating them kept them obedient.

There are still foolish men who beat their wives into submission.

But a wise man uses a better tool.

A cock bat…

That's it. Every three days, beat her thoroughly with that.

I haven't “beaten” her in nearly three months. I've been neglectful.

She spent two years in the nightlife, more dazzling than anyone. She had regular clients. She's no stranger to sex.

She knows how to please a man—and how to please herself.

“Hnnn… ah… hate you… hate you…”

Her tiny fists lightly pound my back.

She doesn't really hate me. It's just a small protest—resentment over my distance.

I suck her breasts. My hand returns, stroking her lower body with soft yet rough motions. Her pussy is burning hot.

“Ah… David…”

People sometimes compare women to vessels.

She's a beautiful, ornate crystal bowl. Handle her carelessly, and she'll shatter. She's not brand new.

She's secondhand—but like a gem, she shines brighter the more you polish her. I'd forgotten.

She's a good woman.

If she were less loyal, less faithful to me, the bowl would've shattered long ago.

This world is scary. No wolf leaves a pretty bowl outside untouched.

While I ignored her, she wandered, lonely.

If she stayed true, thinking of me all this time… I'm grateful. I love her.

A man who let such a beautiful vessel grow dull from sexual neglect is no different from a eunuch.

And…

I'd been distracted by a newly discovered vessel, forgetting my own.

“Hnnn… ahh… you…”

Her moans grow hotter.

“You want to eat it? My cock…”

I whisper, sucking her earlobe.

“Ah… David… I want to eat your cock…”

“Take it out.”

Her hand moves down, unzipping my pants.

Her movements are skillful. She reaches through the hole in my underwear, grabbing my cock.

It's been hard for a while, but it's trapped—frustrated, almost painful.

It twitches violently in her hand.

She unfastens my belt, quickly pulling down my pants and underwear. They drop to the floor.

My cock—King Dick—emerges into the world.

“Ah… it's so massive!”

Her gasp makes me swell with pride.

I thrust my hips forward, proudly displaying my erect cock. Su-kyung's eyes glisten—hungry, expectant.

She wants it. It wants her.

I want to beat her with it.

But beat too hard, and even dried cod tears. Control—knowing when to be gentle, when to be rough—is key.

Su-kyung freezes for a moment, swallowing hard. I see her throat move.

Today, I want to take her more aggressively.

“Get on the floor. Crawl to me… slowly.”

“David… no… hnnn… ah…”

She can't finish. Her face twists.

The fingers that were moving inside her skirt now press into her front and back holes.

The front is blocked by stockings and panties—can't go deep. But the back—my index finger slips in over a knuckle.

It's a different kind of stimulation—excitement beyond just rubbing her pussy.

“Ah… hnnn…”

My leg, now between hers, starts to move.

“Mmm… ahh… hnnn…”

She's excited.

“O… David… ah…”

The friction of my leg and cock against her thighs drives her wild.

“Mmm… suck… if you don't want to, we'll stop here.”

“Hnnn… ah… you're so cruel… David…”

She reaches down, trying to grab my cock.

“No.”

“Ah…”

I pull my hand from her front, raise it, and grab both her wrists, pinning them together. Her breasts press together, lifting slightly.

“David…”

She looks at me with pleading eyes.

“Ah… hnnn… David…”

A man's one hand should be stronger than a woman's two arms—but not always.

She could twist free if she tried hard. But she doesn't. She submits.

She understands men.

Why I'm being rough with her now—it doesn't matter. She knows instinctively.

I feel a new kind of thrill in dominating her.

I've stopped directly touching her pussy, but moisture still flows from her core.

My finger in her ass feels slick—wet.

I breathe hotly against her earlobe, her neck, sucking gently.

“Ah… stop… I can take it… David… stop… ah…”

When she gets sexually excited, she drops formalities.

She stops calling me “President” and says “David.” A telling psychological shift. She sees me as her lover.

I don't mind. In fact, it excites me more. By day, she's professional. By night, she's a lustful temptress.

Now, in the very place we've kept things professional, she's transforming into that temptress.

Her transformation is innocent.

“You like this, don't you? Don't you want to eat it?”

I tap her thigh with my cock.

“Ah…”

Her eyes glisten, trembling. My cock is fully erect, slapping against her stocking-covered thigh.

She looks down. Her yellow skirt is bunched up at her waist.

She can see her own thigh, wrapped in white stockings. The head of my cock roughly prods her deep groin.

“Hnn… ah…”

She nods, pleading.

“I want it. Let go of my hands…”

“Crawl to me… Su-kyung… slowly…”

“Hate you… really… ah… fine… David… hnnn…”

I release her wrists, pull down her bra cups.

It's more arousing than being fully naked—her breasts lifted and supported from below.

I step out of my pants and underwear, then sit back on the sofa, legs spread, waiting.

She hesitates, then lowers herself onto the carpeted floor, face flushed with shame. I wait.

She freezes.

“Ah… mmm…”

She feels like a “pet dog.”

“I… I can't…”

Back when she worked in the club, she was forced into far more humiliating acts. But she endured them with professionalism.

Now it's different. She just wants to be loved. My demand forces her to relive painful memories—a cruel act.

Today, I will be the bad man.

“Hurry.”

“If you love me… crawl like a dog…”

I deliberately use provocative words.

“You're mean.”

She starts moving slowly.

After a few shy steps, she crawls faster. It's less than five steps—but to her, it feels like five thousand.

Her head reaches my crotch. I want to savor her slowly. She takes my cock in both hands, then puts the head into her mouth.

“Mmm… good… such a good girl… my puppy… hehe! Ow! That hurt…”

She bit the tip.

“Hmph! Did that hurt?”

A small revenge—like petting a dog, I touched her head.

Su-kyung looks up at me with a sassy glare. Then she bites down on the head of my cock with her teeth—grinding slowly.

It hurts, but not too much. In fact, it's more exciting.

Her revenge fails. She didn't bite hard enough to draw blood. I just pretended it hurt, playing along.

Slurp… smack… smack…

She starts enjoying my cock on her own.

“Mmm… as expected…”

As Su-kyung sucks me, I gently stroke her hair. Not like petting a dog—but like holding a beloved lover.

She feels my affection and smiles. She gains some confidence, swaying her hips slightly.

As if asking to be touched.

Slurp… smack… slurp…

Her lips and tongue are dazzling.

“Ah… killer blowjob…”

She sucks me with meticulous care. When she gnaws the shaft or takes both balls into her mouth, I nearly come.

Before, she lacked sincerity despite her skill. Today, both are overwhelming.

I grab her head, thrusting my cock deep into her throat. Her mouth feels like a pussy—sucking, gripping.

She struggles, but takes me as deep as she can.

“Gak… gak… ugh… hahh… too much… David… gak…”

“Sorry…”