10 rules of a Secretary chapter 75- Mature

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As his secretary, I couldn’t continue this kind of relationship with him.

This was a far bigger problem than just being an anonymous sex partner.

I shook my head weakly, still gasping for air.

He kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, “Then let’s do this.”

“Do what, ugh…?”

“Both you and I are aroused.”

He moved his hips slowly, stimulating my perineum, making my hips involuntarily jerk.

Even though he was only touching me through clothes, I felt like I was being violated.

The position we were in… it was too reminiscent of sex.

Han Doha between my legs, with me groaning from the heat that consumed us both.

The scent of a cool ocean breeze grew stronger.

Where was this smell coming from?

Slowly blinking, I realized it was his cologne.

A sudden longing for the scent of rosewood welled up in me.

I knew how good it felt to breathe in that fragrance deeply through my nose and skin, so I instinctively wrinkled my nose.

“Let’s just do this until we’re both satisfied.”

My mind had gone blank, and I couldn’t fully comprehend what he was saying.

The only word that registered was “satisfied.”

My body burned from front to back.

Lost in the vague pleasure, I murmured, “Then, only until we’re satisfied…”

Before I could finish speaking, his lips were on mine again.

The kiss was far more sultry and intense than any before.

It wasn’t the soft, seeking kiss that asked for permission like before.

His goal was clear, and the end was in sight—relieving this shared heat.

I opened my eyes only after feeling something soft against my back.

We were in Han Doha’s bedroom, a place I had never set foot in, which was visible beyond the second-floor study.

The white ceiling was dotted with cute stickers.

Curious, I squinted to get a better look, but a man’s hand suddenly slipped inside my shirt.

“Ah…!”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I saw stars… on the ceiling.”

“Congratulations on glimpsing a piece of my childhood.”

He climbed back up my body, kissing along my neck with soft smacks before gently biting my earlobe.

The slight pain and ticklishness mixed with his hand trailing along my waistline, sending shivers through my skin.

“Uh… didn’t you say you don’t remember your childhood…?”

“I never said that.”

His low chuckle made it clear he enjoyed me asking about him.

“Anything else you’re curious about?”

Should I ask?

I shook my head, and he bit my lower lip again.

The sound of buttons popping open echoed, revealing my chest.

I squirmed, trying to pull away from him, but at some point, I found myself clinging to him.

The taste of alcohol lingered on his kiss.

Every time the slick saliva was swallowed down my throat, it burned.

After breaking the kiss, Han Doha sat up and slowly unbuttoned his pajama shirt.

He seemed to savor my gaze, like someone performing in a strip show.

His unhurried pace drove me mad.

As the shirt parted, the firm lines of his chest, illuminated by the pale moonlight, came into view.

Unconsciously, I swallowed hard.

My hand softly landed on his knee, feeling the heat and the solid bones beneath, reminding me that this wasn’t a dream but reality.

Shouldn’t I stop this now? It wasn’t too late.

Then, he gently slid my pants down.

My erection, which had been tightly pressed against my belly, sprang free with a soft slap.

It was already leaking precum.

“Huh, ah…”

“Just from kissing?”

“You… you’re aroused too…”

I mumbled in frustration, and he let out a deflated laugh before gripping my shaft.

My hips jerked involuntarily.

He slid his arms under me, pulling me close in a position that felt like we were about to have sex.

The only difference was that his member, which should have been inside me, was now pressed against mine.

My shoulders tensed up.

Was this really going to go further?

Would it end once our lust was sated?

Conflicting thoughts of disappointment and relief swirled in my mind.

Han Doha’s lips touched my shoulder.

Peck, peck, peck.

Three light kisses before he bared his teeth and bit into my rounded shoulder.

The faint pain mixed with the tickling sensation of his hand exploring my waistline.

“You must be a lot cruder than I thought to get this aroused.”

“How crude can a grown adult be?”

“Want me to show you how far I can go?”

His low voice felt like it struck straight through my eardrum.

I opened my mouth to say something, but instead, a helpless moan escaped.

His large hand gripped both our cocks and began to move slowly.

We were so close that our stomachs were almost touching.

Even the smallest movement of his wrist made me gasp for breath.

Wet, sticky sounds filled the air.

His low breathing and the pre-cum dripping from our members seemed to collect near the base, pooling beneath us.

I clung weakly to his shoulders, pressing my face into his chest.

Glancing down, I could see the clear size difference between his and mine under the pale moonlight.

“Hold them.”

He guided my hand to wrap around both our cocks, covering my hand with his wet palm.

The sheer size of his was overwhelming.

My body tensed at the slippery, slick sound.

The heat radiating through my palm felt like it would swallow me whole.

Even though it was my hand gripping us both, it was his strength moving us.

“Ah… huh… uh…”

My hips and lower stomach clenched as I gasped for air.

My cock swelled even more, sending tingling pleasure up my spine and down to my toes.

As I tried to lower my head, Han Doha gripped my chin, forcing me to look up before crashing his lips against mine.

A moan escaped my throat as if my body was writhing from the overwhelming sensation, but the sound dissipated beyond Han Doha’s throat, without forming properly.

The pleasure coursed through my body like a hammering pulse.

My mouth filled with saliva as if I had bitten into a lemon.

“Haa, mm, nng… haa…”

Barely managing to close my mouth, I swallowed the saliva that was on the verge of spilling over and then lowered my gaze to the hot sensation still lingering in my palm.

In contrast to my limp state, Han Doha’s member stood menacingly erect.

Even in the moonlight, it was clearly visible—the veins bulging, and the swollen tip gleaming thickly.

Seeing that brought back a wave of past pleasure, a memory brushing the nape of my neck.

Unconsciously, my opening twitched.

I swallowed hard and slowly loosened the grip of my hand.

That’s when Han Doha grabbed my hand and pressed it around his member.

“I haven’t been relieved yet.”

His rough breathing rose and fell erratically as his chest heaved.

Every time his hot breath brushed my ear, goosebumps spread across my skin.

Without realizing it, I started moving my hand. His shoulders tensed briefly, then, as I moved slowly again, I heard low, breathy sounds.

Even though it wasn’t mine, I gripped it as though it was, and maybe because of the skin contact, I felt an odd sense of invasion.

When he pulled me tightly into his arms, our lower bodies pressed together with no space between.

His hand skimmed across my oversensitive, post-climax skin, causing my toes to curl.

As I barely managed to lift my wrist and press my thumb against the tip of his member, a low moan escaped him. Sticky precum clung to my fingers.

Each time I moved my hand, his hot breath stuck to my skin.

I instinctively drew my hips back, creating some space, and began moving my hand up and down, just as he had done before.

“Ugh…”

A short groan, as if he was holding something back, came from him, and his entire body stiffened.

At the same time, warmth splashed onto the back of my hand and abdomen.

His breath, followed by a soft “Huu,” tickled my ear, and he licked and nibbled gently at the curve of my ear.

“I’m hard again. What are you going to do about this?”

How could he possibly be hard again after just climaxing?

Slowly, I pulled my trembling hand away.

The sticky residue of his release was clearly felt on my hand, my stomach, and everywhere.

I shook my head, trying to back away, but he caught my waist, forcing me to face him.

“We said we’d keep going until we’re both relieved, right?”

“Let’s just… get it over with…”

“That’s right, we need to properly get it over with.”

He bit down gently on my shoulder and took a deep breath.

After lightly kissing the spot he had bitten, he slowly pushed me back onto the bed.

The mattress dipped slightly, and the soft blankets pressed against my back.

When I glanced down, I saw his lips tracing down my skin.

He circled teasingly near my areola, barely brushing it, before flicking the hard nipple with the tip of his nose.

My fingers twitched on their own.

“I don’t think you’re done yet either.”

“It’s just… because I’m cold…”

I couldn’t even finish my sentence.

Pressing the tip of my nipple with his nail, he kissed the areola.

“Hngh, ah…”

Even the lightest kiss sent shivers across my skin, making the hairs on my body stand on end.

“You’re not done yet, are you?”

“Nngh…”

Unable to hold back, a groan slipped out.

Han Doha kept moving his lips, teasing, as if deliberately avoiding my nipple.

Without realizing it, I pushed my chest forward slightly, my lips parting.

“Ugh… wait, CEO…”

“Yul-ah.”

Despite his soft tone, there was no trace of patience in his expression.

The moonlight touched his downcast eyelashes, casting shadows beneath his eyes.

Han Doha slowly brushed his thumb over my nipple, as if engraving the moment into his mind.

His gaze traced from my chest to the hem of my clothes, which had ridden up, before moving up my neck and meeting my eyes.

“I think I’m drunk.”

Closing his eyes slowly, like someone inebriated, he opened them again just as leisurely, smiling lazily.

“I think I’m about to cause some trouble.”

“…”

“You’ll clean it up for me, won’t you?”

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