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Park Min Young as Kim Mi So (Secretary of Young Joon and his girlfriend)
Yoo Shik (Yeong Joon's long-time friend)
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Yoo Shik watched as Kim Mi So entered his office, her usual radiant smile absent, replaced by a furrow of concern on her delicate brow. She sat down in the chair opposite his desk, her movements lacking their usual brisk efficiency. The worry etched on her beautiful face was palpable, and Yoo Shik felt a pang of unease.
"Mi So-ssi, what's troubling you?" he asked gently, his voice calm and reassuring.
Kim Mi So hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to her hands, clasped tightly in her lap. When she finally looked up, her eyes held a deep worry that Yoo Shik rarely saw. "Director Yoo Shik… I… I noticed something… something on the president's ankles the other day."
Yoo Shik's brow furrowed slightly. "On Young Joon's ankles? What did you see?"
Kim Mi So took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "Scars… faint, but definitely there. They looked… like he had been tied up. Like something had been tightly bound around his ankles for a long time." Her eyes searched Yoo Shik's face, pleading for an explanation. "Yoo Shik sshi… do you know how he got those scars? Was he… was he hurt when he was younger?"
"Ultimately, Mi So-ssi, Young Joon has never spoken directly about how he got those scars to me. It's a very personal matter, and he is a very private person. They may be from something entirely different, perhaps a childhood injury we can't even imagine. What's important is how he is now, and you've seen firsthand how much he has grown and changed, especially recently." Yoo Shik gave her a warm, reassuring smile. "I understand your concern, Mi So-ssi, it speaks volumes about your care for him. But perhaps it's best to let Young Joon share his past with you in his own time, if he chooses to do so."
Yoo Shik casually strolled around Kim Mi So's desk, a familiar glint in his eye. He placed his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs instinctively kneading the knots he knew would be there after a long morning. She leaned slightly into his touch, a small sigh escaping her lips – a silent acknowledgment of their usual after-hours dynamic bleeding into the workday. From this angle, he had his usual, privileged view of the enticing swell of her breasts beneath her office blouse. He knew every curve of her body intimately; the way her blouse strained just a little across her full bust, the elegant line of her waist, the subtle lift of her rear when she stood. She was, without a doubt, the sexiest woman he knew, and she was his. Her beauty, intelligence, and the way she submitted to him in private were an intoxicating combination.
He continued to massage her shoulders, his fingers slowly drifting downwards, a well-worn path in their secret encounters. Kim Mi So's subtle relaxation deepened; she trusted his touch, knew where it was going. There was an unspoken anticipation in the air, a silent promise of what awaited them later. His hands finally reached the familiar curve of her breasts, resting just where the fabric of her blouse began to stretch. He could feel the soft resilience of her bra underneath, the warmth emanating from her skin. He pressed gently, his fingers knowing exactly how to mold to her shape. He felt the almost imperceptible shift in her breathing, a tell-tale sign of her arousal. It was a familiar dance, this clandestine intimacy in the office, a thrilling risk that only added to the excitement of their affair. He knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, and these small touches were just the beginning of the fire that would undoubtedly ignite between them later
"Oppa," Mi So said softly, her hand reaching up to gently cover his on her shoulder, "I'm really not in the mood right now. Director Park's been causing so many headaches today…" But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her. His hand was still resting on the curve of her breast, right over her bra, and the way his fingers were gently kneading was sending little sparks of desire through her.
Yoo Shik didn't stop his gentle massage, his thumb subtly pressing against her nipple through the fabric. "I know, Mi So-yah," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "Just for a minute. It'll help you relax." His other hand moved to her other breast, mirroring the gentle pressure.
She tried to pull away slightly, a small frown creasing her forehead. "Really, oppa, not here. What if someone comes in?" But the truth was, even though she voiced her concerns, her body was starting to react in ways she couldn't control. His touch, the way his hands seemed to know exactly how to stimulate her even through her clothes, was overriding her initial reluctance.
A soft groan escaped her lips as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot on her breast. The worry about Director Park seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the more immediate sensations he was igniting within her. Her nipples were hardening under his touch, and a familiar warmth was spreading through her lower abdomen.
"Just a little…," she whispered, her voice now husky, her attempt to resist weakening with each passing second. His hands were doing magic, pure and simple. He wasn't even touching her bare skin, but the way he was kneading and pressing, the knowing movements, were enough to make her want to lean back into his touch.
Her head tilted back slightly, and a soft moan slipped past her lips, this one louder than the last. Her body was definitely remembering all the times they had been together, the pleasure he knew how to give her. Despite her initial protest, every fiber of her being was starting to crave more. The tension she had felt from work was being replaced by a different kind of tension, a delicious, pulsing ache that only he could satisfy. Her body was becoming receptive, her earlier mood completely forgotten in the face of his skillful touch.
Ki Joon's hands continued to knead Mi So's breasts through the fabric of her blouse, his thumbs circling her already hard nipples. He watched her beautiful face, flushed with pleasure, her eyes slightly glazed over. Her other hand had instinctively moved down, her fingers now rhythmically rubbing her inner thigh, a clear sign of how turned on she was.
"You know, Mi So-yah," Ki Joon murmured, his voice low and husky, "You call me 'oppa' all the time, especially when we're alone like this." He gave her breast a gentle squeeze. "But you never call Young Joon 'oppa.' Why is that, hmm?"
Mi So's eyes fluttered open, a playful smirk touching her lips. "Oh, you're jealous, oppa?" she teased, her hand on her thigh moving a little faster. "Don't be. You know you're my favorite 'oppa'… for certain things." She let her gaze drift down to his lap for a suggestive moment.
Ki Joon chuckled, his grip on her breasts tightening slightly. "You're right. I know." He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "But seriously, what's so different about me?"
Mi So sighed contentedly as his thumb found her nipple again. "Well, for one thing," she whispered back, her breath warm against his neck, "you're the one who knows how to touch me like this." Her hand on her thigh had now slipped under her skirt, her fingers teasing the wetness she could feel blooming there. "Young Joon-ssi… he's different. Our relationship… it wasn't ever like this."
Ki Joon's fingers slipped under the hem of her blouse, his bare skin now against her bra. He could feel the heat radiating from her. "So, Young Joon never made you moan like this?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.
Mi So's head tilted back, a soft groan escaping her lips as Ki Joon's fingers found the clasp of her bra. "Never," she breathed out. "He was… all about the work. You, oppa…" Her hand on her thigh was now definitely inside her panties, her fingers moving with increasing urgency. "You know exactly what I want."
Ki Joon finally unhooked her bra, his hands now directly on her bare breasts. They were full and heavy, the nipples already pebble-hard under his touch. He gently squeezed and kneaded, savoring the feel of her soft skin. "And what exactly do you want right now, Mi So-yah?" he purred, his gaze intent on her face.
"Oh, you know," she whispered, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed. "You know I want you to keep touching me like this… right here in the office, where anyone could walk in." Her fingers were now deep inside her, her thighs trembling slightly. "And maybe later… maybe later I'll show you just how much I appreciate my favorite 'oppa' who knows how to make me feel so incredibly…" Her voice trailed off as Ki Joon's thumb found her nipple again, sending another wave of pleasure through her. Her body in that tight office dress, the contrast of the professional attire with the blatant desire in her eyes, and the way she was touching herself, was driving him wild.
Yoo Shik moved from behind Mi So's chair and knelt down right in front of her, his gaze locked on her beautiful face. He reached out, his hands gently framing her cheeks, his thumbs softly stroking her smooth skin. His eyes lingered on her lips, which were full and slightly parted, looking incredibly soft and inviting. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her mouth, and then he kissed her.
It wasn't a gentle peck; it was a possessive claiming, his lips pressing firmly against hers. Mi So responded instantly, her earlier hesitation completely gone. Her lips parted further, and she sucked on his, her tongue darting out to meet his, tangling and swirling in a hungry dance. She made a soft, needy sound in the back of her throat, her hands instinctively reaching up to clutch his face, pulling him closer as if she couldn't get enough.
Breaking the kiss, Yoo Shik's eyes held a knowing smirk. "You remember that night, don't you, Mi So-yah?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "After your date with Young Joon? You came straight to my place, all worked up, wanting my thick, hard cock inside you." He leaned in close again, whispering against her lips, "You were bouncing on it so hard, weren't you? Screaming my name."
Mi So let out a soft moan, her cheeks flushing even deeper. She remembered that night vividly. She had been confused and frustrated after her date, and Yoo Shik's raw desire had been exactly what she needed.
Yoo Shik continued, his fingers now tracing the outline of her lips. "And what about that time at Young Joon's house? The three of us together?" He chuckled softly, a suggestive sound that sent a shiver down Mi So's spine. "You were such a little tease, weren't you? Giving me that handjob in the kitchen, right there while Young Joon was just in the next room."
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Mi So's breath hitched, and another moan escaped her, louder this time. The memory of that afternoon flooded back to her – the forbidden thrill of touching Yoo Shik so intimately, the risk of being caught by Young Joon, the heady mix of desire and nervousness. She had been so turned on that day, her fingers slick with her own precum even as she stroked Yoo Shik's impressive member.
Yoo Shik's gaze dropped to her lap. He could see the subtle dampness spreading on her office skirt, right where her thighs were pressed together. "You're getting wet just thinking about it, aren't you, Mi So-yah?" he said, his voice thick with arousal. "Your little pussy remembers how good my cock feels, doesn't it?"
He brought his face close to hers again, kissing her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth. As they kissed, his hands roamed freely over her body, tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts under her blouse, the narrowness of her waist. Mi So's hands tightened in his hair, her body growing increasingly restless. She could feel the wetness between her legs intensifying, the sensation seeping through her panties, creating a warm, slick patch on her thighs.
"You were so eager for me that day," Yoo Shik continued, breaking the kiss again, his eyes burning with lust. "You couldn't wait for Young Joon to turn his back. You practically attacked my cock, didn't you?" He traced his fingers down her throat, pausing at the top button of her blouse. "And the way you looked at me while you were doing it… all that pent-up desire in your eyes."
Mi So's head lolled back, her moans becoming more frequent and unrestrained. The memories Yoo Shik was evoking were so vivid, so intensely arousing. She could almost feel his cock in her hand again, the heat and thickness of it, the way it pulsed as she stroked him. And the memory of the risk, the sheer audacity of it, only amplified her current arousal.
Yoo Shik's fingers finally unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the lacy bra underneath. "You're so beautiful, Mi So-yah," he murmured, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin. "So incredibly sexy." He leaned down and kissed the sensitive skin just above her bra, inhaling deeply. "You always come back to me, don't you? No matter what happens with Young Joon."
Mi So could only whimper, her body aching for his touch, for the release he knew how to give her. The wetness between her legs was now undeniable, a thick, slick heat that was soaking her panties and spreading down her thighs. She was completely lost in the moment, her thoughts consumed by the images Yoo Shik had painted, her body reacting with an intensity that surprised even her. She wanted him, right here, right now, all the talk and memories just serving to fuel her burning desire.
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With a slow, deliberate slide, Yoo Shik's fingers worked on the remaining buttons of Mi So's blouse, one by one, until the fabric fell open completely. There she was, clad in a tight, lacy bra that looked like it was struggling to contain the fullness of her plump breasts. Her nipples were hard peaks, pressing against the delicate material, and he could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she panted, her breath catching in her throat. Her fit body was on full display, the curves accentuated by the clingy fabric of her office attire underneath the open blouse.
Yoo Shik's gaze drifted from her breasts to her flushed face, her eyes half-closed in a haze of arousal. A knowing smirk played on his lips. "Tell me, Mi So-yah," he began, his voice low and seductive, "why is it that you say you love him… yet you crave my cock so desperately?" He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the outline of her bra. "Is he not enough for you? Does he not satisfy you the way I do?"
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a mere whisper. "You remember that morning, don't you, Mi So-yah? Not last night, but that morning after… well, after you and Young Joon had your time. You came straight to my office, all worked up, wanting my thick, hard cock inside you." He leaned in close again, whispering against her lips, "I fucked you hard against this very office window, until your legs were shaking and you couldn't take it anymore." He paused, his eyes gleaming with a possessive intensity. "You could see him down there, heading into his meeting, and still, you were grinding your sexy ass against my cock, weren't you?"
Mi So's eyes fluttered open, her cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and intense arousal. She tried to speak, to deny his words, to offer some kind of explanation, but the words caught in her throat. "Oppa… that's not… it's not like that…" she stammered, her sentences trailing off, failing to form any coherent reason.
Yoo Shik chuckled softly, his fingers now slipping under the band of her bra, his bare skin making contact with the warm flesh of her breasts. "Isn't it, Mi So-yah? Then tell me, what is it like? Why do you come to me, so eager, so insatiable, if he is truly the one you love?" He gently squeezed one of her breasts, his thumb teasing her hard nipple. "You moan my name, Mi So-yah. You arch your back for my touch. You beg me to fill you."
He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from hers. "You remember how wet you were that morning, don't you? How tightly you squeezed me inside you, right here against the glass? Anyone could have seen us, Mi So-yah, but you didn't care, did you? You were too lost in the pleasure I was giving you."
Mi So's breath hitched, and a soft whimper escaped her lips. The memories he was evoking were so vivid, so incredibly arousing. She could feel the phantom sensation of his hard cock pounding into her, the cold glass against her back, the desperate gasps that had escaped her lips. It had been a morning filled with a desperate urgency, a raw need that she hadn't fully understood herself at the time, only that Yoo Shik's touch had been the only thing that could quell the storm within her.
"You can't deny it, Mi So-yah," Yoo Shik continued, his voice a low purr. "Your body tells the truth, even if your words try to lie." He gently cupped both of her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. "You crave me, Mi So-yah. You crave my touch, my cock, my… everything."
Mi So tried to form a sentence, to offer some kind of resistance, but all that came out was another soft moan. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, her core aching with a familiar longing. The wetness between her legs was now undeniable, a thick, throbbing heat that spread through her panties. She looked up at Yoo Shik, her eyes filled with a conflict of emotions – a hint of guilt, a flicker of denial, but overwhelmingly, a deep, undeniable desire. She couldn't bring herself to look away from his intense gaze, knowing that he saw right through her, saw the truth of her desires reflected in her flushed face and rapidly rising chest. Her attempts at denial were weak, almost pathetic, drowned out by the insistent throbbing of her body and the undeniable memories he had so vividly brought back to the surface. Her body knew what it wanted, and right now, that wasn't Young Joon. It was Yoo Shik's demanding touch, his possessive gaze, and the raw, unadulterated pleasure he knew how to deliver.
Deep down, in the quiet corners of her heart, Mi So truly loved Young Joon. He was her anchor, her confidant, the man who brought stability and laughter into her life. She was genuinely happy with him, building a future she had long dreamed of. But then there was Yoo Shik. He was a different kind of pull, a raw, primal craving that her body couldn't seem to ignore. It wasn't about deep emotions or shared dreams; it was about the electric touch of his hands on her skin, the hungry possessiveness of his kisses that left her breathless, the way his thick cock filled her so completely, stretching her in ways that left her trembling and aching for more.
Young Joon was sweet, considerate, but in the bedroom, he was still somewhat tentative, his inexperience showing. With Yoo Shik, it was different. He was divorced, worldly, a man who knew exactly how to touch a woman, where to kiss, how to make her body come alive with a pleasure that bordered on frantic. His hands roamed her body with a confident familiarity, his lips devoured hers with a hungry passion, and when he slid inside her, it was with a seasoned expertise that left her moaning and gasping for air. He knew all the right places to touch, the exact rhythm to move, the dirty words to whisper in her ear that sent shivers down her spine. It was a stark contrast to the gentler, more innocent intimacy she shared with Young Joon. Her heart belonged to one man, but her body, it seemed, had a mind of its own, a relentless yearning for the experienced touch and unrestrained passion that only Yoo Shik could provide.
With a final, smooth movement, Yoo Shik pulled Mi So's blouse completely off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a soft heap. Her bra was gone too, and her bare breasts bounced into view, the sudden freedom making her gasp. There she was, just in her fitted office skirt, her full, plump breasts on full display. Mi So's body was truly a vision – the soft curve of her shoulders, the enticing fullness of her breasts with their hard, eager nipples, the gentle slope of her stomach leading down to the hem of her skirt.
Yoo Shik still found it hard to believe that this confident, capable woman had been a virgin when he first touched her. Their relationship had started with a raw, undeniable physical attraction, a series of intense, no-strings-attached encounters. There had been no pretense of dating, no talk of the future. She loved Young Joon, that much was clear, but for Yoo Shik, he was perfectly content to be the man she came to whenever she craved unadulterated, mind-numbing sex.
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He leaned in and kissed her again, his lips finding hers in a hungry embrace. This time, his hands were free to explore the bare expanse of her chest. He cupped her breasts, savoring their weight and softness, his thumbs gently teasing her already erect nipples. Mi So moaned into his mouth, her body trembling under his touch. He could feel her nipples hardening even further, responding instantly to his attention. He flicked his tongue against her lips, and she opened her mouth wider, her own tongue meeting his in a passionate dance. All the while, his hands continued their sensual exploration of her breasts, kneading, squeezing, and stroking, driving her closer and closer to the edge of pure pleasure.
Leaving her lips, Yoo Shik trailed his kisses down Mi So's fair, slender neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the sensitive skin there. She shivered under his touch, her head falling back slightly to give him more access. He could feel her pulse quickening beneath his lips. Reaching her breasts, he paused, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. Mi So's body trembled again, her nipples tightening even further, begging for his touch.
He then took one of her full breasts in his hands, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh. His breath grew warmer as he exhaled directly onto her nipple, making it bead up and become even harder. Mi So let out a soft moan, her hands instinctively reaching up to grip his shoulders. She lifted her chest slightly, offering him an unspoken invitation. It was a clear signal – she wanted more, needed more. The movement caused her already generous breasts to push up even higher, their plumpness even more pronounced.
Yoo Shik didn't hesitate. He lowered his head and gently licked one aching nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. Mi So cried out softly, her body arching against his. He then moved to her other breast, repeating the tantalizing lick. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. She was so incredibly responsive, her body reacting to his every touch with an intensity that fueled his own desire.
Yoo Shik continued to lavish attention on Mi So's breasts, his mouth a warm, wet playground for her aching nipples. He'd suck hard, then gently graze the sensitive skin with his teeth, eliciting sharp gasps and moans from her. He moved from one breast to the other, giving them equal attention, his hands cupping and squeezing the soft flesh as his lips and tongue worked their magic. The sounds of their pleasure filled the office – Yoo Shik's satisfied sighs and Mi So's increasingly desperate moans and groans. Luckily for their secret, the office doors were thick, and the early morning quiet outside meant no one was likely to overhear their illicit encounter.
Mi So was practically writhing on the small office sofa, her body arching and twisting as the sensations intensified. Her hands gripped Yoo Shik's hair, sometimes pulling him closer, sometimes just tangling in the strands as she rode the waves of pleasure. "Oppa… oh, oppa…" she'd gasp, her voice thick with arousal, the only word she seemed capable of forming. Each suckle and lick sent shivers of delight through her, making her tremble uncontrollably. Her hips lifted slightly off the cushion, instinctively seeking more pressure, more friction. Her big boobs jiggled with her movements, their hard nipples brushing against Yoo Shik's face as he continued his passionate assault. The air in the office felt thick with unspoken desire and the undeniable sounds of their escalating arousal.
Yoo Shik pushed himself up from the edge of the sofa, a sudden surge of desire making him restless. He shrugged off his suit coat and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Then, with a deliberate movement, he loosened his tie, the knot coming undone and the fabric falling slightly open at his collar. Mi So, still in a haze of lingering pleasure from his mouth on her breasts, watched him with heavy-lidded eyes. Even through the fabric of his trousers, she could clearly see the impressive bulge straining against the material. A slow, sensual lick escaped her lips as the memory of his thick, hard cock filling her returned with vivid intensity.
With a newfound resolve, she slowly pushed herself up from the sofa. The sudden movement caused her bare breasts to jiggle enticingly under his gaze, the hard nipples bobbing with each step. Yoo Shik's already impressive erection seemed to tighten even further against his pants at the sight of her. Her eyes locked on his, filled with a raw hunger that mirrored his own, she closed the distance between them. Her hands reached out, gently at first, then with increasing confidence, and started to rub the hard ridge pressing against his trousers. Her touch was knowing, familiar, and sent a jolt of pure electricity through his body. She looked directly into his eyes, a silent promise of the pleasure they were about to share passing between them.
"Do you want it, Mi So-yah?" Yoo Shik asked, his voice thick with desire as he watched her hands stroking his already throbbing cock through the fabric of his trousers. Her touch was driving him crazy, and the question was more of a statement of the inevitable than an actual inquiry.
Mi So looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous and utterly carnal hunger. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. "Oh, oppa," she purred, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine, "you know I want it. I've been wanting it ever since I saw it straining in your pants." Her hands continued their sensual exploration, her touch becoming bolder, more insistent. "That thick, hard cock of yours… it's been on my mind all day."
With a deliberate movement, her fingers reached for the button of his trousers, slowly undoing the fastening. Yoo Shik held his breath, anticipation building in his chest. The zipper followed, the sound loud in the quiet office. Mi So's gaze never left his, her eyes filled with a desire that mirrored his own.
Then, with a teasing slowness, her fair, slender hands slipped inside the open waistband of his pants, disappearing beneath the soft fabric of his boxers. He could feel her touch him directly now, the warmth of her hands enveloping his hard, throbbing cock. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through him. She gently squeezed, testing his hardness, and then began to stroke, her fingers gliding up and down the length of his engorged member. He let out a shaky breath, his head falling back slightly as the intensity of the sensation washed over him. Her touch was exquisite, teasing the sensitive head, running down the smooth shaft, making him throb even harder in her grasp.
After a few more tantalizing moments, Mi So's hands stilled their gentle caress on Yoo Shik's thighs. A playful, almost wicked glint danced in her eyes as she looked up at him, her lips curved into a knowing smile. It was a silent invitation, a promise of deeper intimacy that sent a fresh wave of anticipation crashing through Yoo Shik. He watched, his breath catching in his throat, as she slowly knelt down before him.
Her gaze dropped from his eyes to his waist, her focus sharpening with an intense curiosity. Her slender fingers, which had been lightly tracing patterns on his legs, now moved to the button of his trousers. With a delicate precision, she undid the fastening, the small click echoing in the quiet of the office. Her touch lingered for a moment, her fingertips brushing against the fabric before she carefully slid the zipper down. The soft rasp of the metal breaking the silence only heightened the building tension in the room.
Next came the waistband of his boxers, the familiar elastic yielding easily to her touch. Mi So's movements were slow and deliberate, each action a deliberate tease, drawing out the anticipation. As the fabric slid down his thighs, revealing more and more of him, Yoo Shik felt a thrill course through him. He could see the focused intensity in her eyes, the way her lips were slightly parted in anticipation.
And then, finally, it was there. Freed from the confines of his clothing, Yoo Shik's cock sprang out, long and thick, arching upwards with a proud stiffness that almost made contact with Mi So's stunningly beautiful face. She gasped softly, her eyes widening as she took in the impressive sight. It stood before her, a testament to his desire, the head a deep, rich red, glistening with a thick bead of pre-cum at the very tip. The veins pulsed visibly beneath the smooth skin, a tangible sign of his arousal.
With a slow, reverent touch, Mi So's fair, slender hands reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with his engorged member. She took her time, her touch feather-light at first, as if she were exploring a precious object. Then, with increasing confidence, she wrapped her hand around the base, marveling at its thick circumference. Her fingers slowly traced the entire length, from the heavy root to the swollen, sensitive head. She explored every curve, every ridge, every vein, her touch becoming more intimate and knowing with each passing moment.
A soft sigh, a mixture of awe and longing, escaped her lips. She couldn't help but compare the impressive weight and size of Yoo Shik's cock to that of Young Joon. While Young Joon was certainly handsome and kind, his member in comparison felt almost… delicate. Yoo Shik's, on the other hand, was a different beast altogether – thick, powerful, demanding. A secret, almost triumphant smile flickered across Mi So's lips as she silently acknowledged the stark difference. This man, this seemingly ordinary colleague, possessed a weapon of pleasure that her supposedly perfect boyfriend simply couldn't match. The realization only intensified the burning desire that was already raging within her, a potent mix of lust and a forbidden thrill. Her fingers tightened slightly around him, a silent promise of the pleasure she both craved to give and desperately wanted to receive. The early morning sunlight caught the glistening pre-cum on his tip, and Mi So leaned in slightly, her eyes never leaving his, a primal hunger evident in her gaze.
Mi So's heart leaped into her throat at the sharp rap on the door, echoing loudly in the suddenly tense office. Kim Ji Ah's voice, crisp and professional, cut through the air. "Vice President Yoo Shik? It's Kim Ji Ah. I have those urgent files for your signature."
KIM JI AH
Panic flared in Mi So's eyes. Her bare breasts bounced with each hurried movement as she snatched her bra and blouse from the floor, her fingers fumbling with the tiny hooks. Yoo Shik, equally startled, grabbed his discarded trousers and boxers, his face a mask of barely concealed alarm.
"Just a moment, Ji Ah!" Yoo Shik called out, his voice strained as he tried to sound like he hadn't just been on the verge of a very different kind of meeting. He glanced frantically at Mi So.
With a desperate, wide-eyed look, Mi So scurried under Yoo Shik's expansive desk, her only covering the tight office skirt that rode up her thighs with the hasty movement. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed squarely on Yoo Shik's still-erect cock, swinging precariously as he sat back down in his chair. A thick bead of pre-cum clung to the tip, glistening in the dim light under the desk. Her insides clenched involuntarily.
"Come in, Ji Ah," Yoo Shik said, trying to sound as composed as possible. He clutched his trousers and boxers in his lap, a pathetic attempt to hide his state.
The door swung open, and Kim Ji Ah entered, her arms holding a stack of manila folders. Following closely behind her was another woman, someone Mi So didn't recognize immediately. This woman radiated a warm, friendly energy, her smile bright and genuine. She had a youthful glow and a figure that looked fantastic in a simple yet elegant dress.
"Good morning, Vice President," Kim Ji Ah said, her attention focused on the files. "These need your immediate sign-off."
"Good morning, Ji Ah. And good morning to you as well," Yoo Shik said, his voice a little too cheerful, his eyes lingering on the newcomer with a curious interest that Mi So, from her vantage point, definitely noticed.
"Oh, Vice President, I'd like to introduce you to Ms. Jung Yoo Mi," Kim Ji Ah said, gesturing to the woman beside her. "She's a childhood friend of Director Lee's. She's opening a new cafe, and Director Lee recommended you might be able to assist her with some of the business aspects."
Jung Yoo Mi (Young Joon's childhood friend and unrequited first love)
Jung Yoo Mi offered a charming smile, her eyes meeting Yoo Shik's with a directness that was both friendly and slightly intriguing. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Vice President Yoo Shik. Young Joon has spoken very highly of your business acumen."
"The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Jung," Yoo Shik replied, his earlier alarm seemingly replaced by a genuine interest in the attractive woman standing before him. "Young Joon is a good judge of character. Welcome." His eyes flickered briefly downwards, taking in the subtle curves of her body beneath her dress.
Under the desk, Mi So's stomach twisted with a knot of anxiety. Not only was she in a ridiculously compromising position, practically naked under her boss's desk, but now Young Joon's childhood friend was here, and Yoo Shik was already turning on the charm. She could hear the polite exchange above her, the rustling of papers as Kim Ji Ah placed the files on the desk. The air under the desk felt thick and close, the faint scent of pre-cum still lingering. Her own breasts felt heavy and exposed, and she silently prayed that no one would need anything from under the desk anytime soon. The situation was a chaotic mess of near exposure, unexpected visitors, and a potent mix of panic and lingering arousal.