Chapter 13

Si-Jin boldly unbuttoned Na-Yool’s blouse. He opened it without untucking the part tucked into her skirt, which revealed only her chest covered up by her bra.

“You’ve got racier tastes than you look.” he said, commenting on her underwear. The cheerful tone of his voice told her that he was rather pleased about this fact.

Si-Jin did not unhook her bra. Instead, he pushed it up, asking nonchalantly: “What about your boyfriend?”

“We… broke up. Or else how could I… do such a… crazy thing…”

“When.”

“Two… uuuhh… days ago.”

“From your most recent accomplishments, it’s my favorite one.”

“Am I that bad at doing my work?”

“Let’s just say you did particularly good with this one, Ms. Na-Yool.” he whispered in her ears, while his big hands grabbed her full chest.

He had used polite speech, as if to signify he was really happy about it. And, with great satisfaction, he started to fondle her breast, as he kneaded it into various shapes.

CONTENT WARNING: SLIGHT DUB CON (from this point forward)

“I- uuh, I did not initiate it.”

“Oh so you didn’t dump him, he did, then? How lower can you get, doing this with me…”

“If I was the one who dumped him, I would feel too sorry to even be doing it.”

“You had a clean break-up, so no need to feel this way.”

“I am not like you, Mr. President.”

“What do you mean, ‘like me’?”

“… a cocky jerk…”

“Don’t pretend to be all innocent when you are lying down under that cocky jerk on your own volition!”

“Ahnnng!”

Tweaking Na-Yool’s nipples in opposite directions, Si-Jin laughed spitefully.

“I will be the pervert here, so be at ease.”

His tender tone was self-contradictory. Na-Yool’s skirt crawled up against his firm thighs. His fingers, digging thoroughly between her legs, pulled her tights down to her thighs. The inside of her underwear was already wet.

Closing her legs together, Na-Yool tried to sit back. But Si-Jin firmly held her back and, burying his lips in her cleavage, whispered:

“You act all disgusted by your pervy boss’ erected cock, but here you are, all wet before my fingers even penetrate you, already turned on by having your tits teased…”

“…Hnn…”

“Looks like I am not the only pervert here, Ms. Na-Yool.”

His penis already dripping with pre-cum, he slowly rubbed her bare thighs, as if about to enter her. Her skirt crawled up even farther, up to her stomach. Si-Jin pressed his lips on her chin and smiled brightly.

“With you overflowing down like this, who would take you for a quiet and docile employee?”

“Ngh… Don’t think you can—, make fun of me. If I open my mouth about this incident—, you will…”

“It’s too late now. You’re so wet my dick is eager to slip in.”

“If you don’t—, like it, hnng, then put it away…!”

“I’m loving it, that’s the thing. Are you always this wet?”

“Ungh! Hnnng…”

“Or did I give you too much freedom?”

“What, ‘freedom’?”

“If you had time to fool around with your boyfriend, I wonder if the working environment is too carefree.”

“Too carefree?… Are you crazy?”

Na-Yool gave him a dark glare, more resentful for his choice of the word “carefree” than his casual sexual remarks that invaded her daily life. Meanwhile, Si-Jin pulled out a condom from who-know-where and smoothly rolled it on his raging penis. Shrugging his shoulder, he said in a mocking tone:

“Truth is, I was even surprised to hear you were dating someone.”

“What are you sayi—hng!”

It was the voice of a convicted criminal. But every time she would protest, her mind would go out.

Her tights down to her knees, Na-Yool’s legs were now binded. Instead of pulling it all the way down, Si-Jin lifted her legs and brought her knees up on her chest.

Forced into this position, Na-Yool’s lady parts were in Si-Jin’s full view. And there was no use struggling.

“Hnnn, let—”

“Let you what?”

“…Let go of me… Mr. President…”

“After all this?”

He softly rejected Na-Yool’s plea. She felt his hot breath on her wet underwear, suddenly even damper under his cold touch. Na-Yool quivered.

Only then did the hot breath directly touch her wet skin. His red tongue dug into the crack.

“Uuhng…!”

The obscene squelching sound bothered her ears. Si-Jin’s soft organ pocked the inside of her wet hole, gently sucking her burning up genitals.

Not exactly conservative but not very open-minded either, Na-Yool had never allowed any of her few boyfriends to do that. But again, not many men were earnestly willing to please a woman in such a manner.

“Hnnnnnn… hng…!”

Losing herself, her moans kept flowing out uncontrollably. Never had she been more ashamed in her whole life. It was also the first time she felt so exhilaratingly turned on.

She stretched her arm between her thighs drawn up to her chest and grabbed Si-Jin’s head. His hair kept tickling the skin of her lower region with a burning sensation. Her arm was shaking, as if she was not sure herself if she wanted to push him away or hold him even closer.