10 rules of a Secretary chapter 71- Mature

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“Doha, I want to eat mango.”

“Let’s go to Taiwan.”

That was the first beta lover the CEO had. When he said he wanted to eat mango, the CEO rushed to Taiwan for a date without me ever knowing.

“Taeha, you’ll catch a cold if you sleep here.”

“Mmm… I’m sleepy…”

That was the second beta lover.

The CEO had draped a warm blanket over the shoulders of a man who had fallen asleep while reading in his living room, teasing him gently as he continued working on his tablet nearby.

After that, there was a third, fourth, and all the way up to the twenty-second lover, Ha Eunjoo.

Scene after scene played out.

CEO Han had dates with them, spending happy moments together in places I couldn’t see.

It felt like I was watching an old, worn-out screen from afar.

I wasn’t the main character in this play—I was just a spectator.

As far as I knew, CEO Han wasn’t the type to go on dates with his lovers…

But the scenes in front of me felt more real than reality.

A discomfort swelled inside me.

When I blinked, a familiar scene came into view.

It was a hotel room.

The one we shared every weekend.

“Ah, yes, there… more, just a bit more, ugh…!”

“You like it here? You’re dripping wet.”

The sound of bodies slapping together was loud and clear.

Unlike before, when the sounds were distant, they now filled my ears vividly.

Sitting atop CEO Han’s body, rocking my hips, was a version of me I didn’t know.

My face, twisted with lust, flushed red, and the entrance stretched to its limit, tightly enveloping the man’s cock.

Each time it pushed in and out, frothy white cum dripped out.

The man’s throbbing, red shaft swelled as if the veins would burst.

“Ah… more, yes, more, ugh!”

“From now on, I’m the only one allowed to do this to you.”

The me sitting on top cried out, unable to endure, as his hips bucked upward.

My hand, trying to rest on his chest, kept slipping.

The obscene sounds of flesh slapping echoed as my pale, round buttocks bounced, the flesh quivering like a soft jelly with every thrust.

The sight of the large, red shaft filling me stimulated even me, merely watching.

A tingle spread across my lower abdomen.

I knew that feeling.

I knew how to cry out when he was deep inside me, and I knew exactly what it felt like.

I remembered even the moments when the pleasure turned my brain to mush.

“Shit.”

With a sudden curse, the man grabbed my arms and flipped me over.

The abrupt change in position made me swallow hard.

The rough, repeated thrusts sounded almost violent.

Beneath him, I tried to muffle my moans by pressing my hand against my mouth.

The bed sheets crumpled and straightened over and over, the mattress shaking silently as my body slowly edged up toward the headboard.

When my head finally hit the headboard, Han Doha leaned forward, bending my waist nearly in half.

My white, limp legs dangled helplessly as his hands gently cupped my head and the rough thrusting resumed.

“Ah… please, stop… just a little, ah! Ah!”

As my hips jerked and I trembled, semen burst from my cock.

Sticky, cloudy cum splattered across my stomach and chin.

Saliva I hadn’t managed to swallow dribbled down my lips.

It was like a scene from a pornographic film, with nothing censored.

Han Doha continued to kiss my trembling lips, still in the throes of climax, before whispering softly.

“Seonyul.”

“…Ah.”

When I opened my eyes, the familiar sight of my blanket greeted me.

I was in my room.

Groggily sitting up, I turned my head at the sound of rain tapping against the window.

The dreary sky, heavy with clouds, and the raindrops clinging to the windowpane trickled down endlessly.

Watching them for a moment, I started to rise but stopped with a sinking feeling.

Just in case, I lifted the waistband of my pants slightly.

“Shit.”

Shuffling awkwardly, I finally made it to the bathroom, turning on the sink’s water full blast and taking a deep breath.

Then I pulled off my pants and looked at the damp underwear with a troubled expression.

I had a wet dream—something that had never happened in my life.

And it was about CEO Han, imagining us having sex.

His voice, heard at the end of the dream, lingered in my ears.

“Oh… please, stop…”

A shiver ran through my thighs.

Sitting down, the cold tiles of the bathroom floor seeped through the thin fabric of my pants.

Yet the heat between my legs refused to fade.

My fingers trembled as I clumsily reached down to brush against my soaked underwear.

“Ah…”

As I ran my thumb between my index and middle finger, the slick sensation became clear.

Covering my mouth with one hand, I cautiously slipped the other into my underwear.

The humid warmth pressed against my palm.

It felt just like the sticky pleasure that clung to me in the dream.

Biting my lip, I wrapped my fingers around the shaft.

A sudden image flashed behind my eyelids—Han Doha taking me into his mouth.

His lips lightly grazing the pre-cum-covered tip of my cock as he pushed his tongue against the slit.

His tongue brushed past in sequence, and I traced the path with my thumb.

I fondled the tip of his glans, pressing and rubbing it firmly.

A shiver ran down my spine.

“Huff, mm…”

‘I have to be the only one who can do this to him from now on.’

The shaft was sucked inside his moist mouth.

I moved my wrist in sync with the delicate pressure as it was sucked up with a slurp.

The slick sound of wetness mixed with the noise of water splashing.

The sound of shallow breathing gasping from his red lips and the hands prying open the inside of his knees flashed in my mind.

My wrist started to move faster.

Fearing a moan would escape between my teeth, I bit down hard on the back of my hand.

The pain mixed with pleasure, intensifying the sensation.

The palm wrapped around my penis felt burning hot, as if it would scorch.

‘ Hhff, mm, ah…’

The hot breaths I let out felt like Han Doha’s, as though he was breathing onto me.

The urgent rubbing of my hand even felt impatient.

The moment I stroked from the base of the shaft to the glans, overlapping with the instant I imagined Han Doha sucking me deeply into his mouth, my lower abdomen tingled, and I distinctly felt wetness at my back.

My toes curled, and my back straightened.

Tension spread all the way to the back of my neck.

“Hah, ugh!”

Pressing my soles against the bathroom tiles, trembling, I barely managed to catch my breath as I slowly released my hand.

The sound of my ragged breathing was drowned in the intense noise of running water.

‘Haa, haa…’ As I lowered my gaze, I saw the thick, white semen splattered over my flat stomach, and I let out a small laugh.

Even after spending the entire weekend in indulgence, here I was again, dripping thick, white semen down my skin.

I lay limply on the bathroom floor for a while before laughing again.

I had a wet dream about sleeping with my boss and masturbated while replaying the reckless fellatio he had given me.

I must be going crazy.

The nights were starting to seep into the daytime.

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After getting through a rainy Tuesday, Wednesday dragged on endlessly, and I muddled through it.

Approaching Thursday with the mindset of an office worker eagerly awaiting Friday, I agonized once again over how to avoid CEO Han as much as possible today.

Though I was busy enough that there was no need to even worry about it, I did my best to avoid any possible encounters.

On Tuesday, I sent Deputy Lee, who had been with the company for four years and worked in an office position, to serve as Han’s secretary for the day.

Despite CEO Han’s frustrated calls coming in endlessly, I kept apologizing and rescheduling his appointments.

He told me to clear his schedule for the next three weeks, and I barely had time to catch my breath.

Like the head of a major corporation, Han Doha’s schedule was packed with no room for error.

Though things had been unusually quiet for the past few weeks, normally, his time would be sliced down to the minute.

Was this lull a sign that Lead Co. was finally finding its footing, or was it a warning that we were teetering on the edge of disaster?

I forced myself to shove away the negative thoughts as I irritably sorted through his schedule.

“How on earth am I supposed to clear an entire month…”

With meetings to reschedule and appointments to push forward, CEO Han was just as busy.

He spent his days out on business trips or in back-to-back meetings.

At night, he stayed late to handle paperwork.

Naturally, I often ended up working late too.

The exhaustion clinging to my eyes like dark rings didn’t bother me much, though.

After all, exhaustion meant money.

From time to time, CEO Han would glance at me with an anxious look.

If I showed even the slightest sign of fatigue, he would tell me to sit down and rest, but I didn’t pay attention.

How could I, a secretary, possibly sit idle in front of my boss?

That’s just not how things work.

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