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I wanted to say something. ‘I am not your sex partner, CEO. This is just an accident. Please forget it ever happened.’
Those words swirled on the tip of my tongue, but what actually came out was something entirely different.
“You didn’t keep your promise…”
At my trembling words, Han Doha tilted his head slightly to the side.
His gaze was filled with heat as he looked at me intently.
“I might be good at lying, but I always keep my promises.”
“I told you… I wanted you to hold me.”
I felt like I was going to cry. His unchanging tenderness was too much.
Was this the difference between being his sex partner and being his secretary?
His kindness wasn’t directed at me personally but was simply a courteous gesture for the person who spent the night with him.
I mulled over this, gloomily biting my lip, when I felt his member, still inside me, begin to grow again.
“C-C-CEO, w-what, why…”
Why is it growing again?
My eyes trembled. Instinctively, for survival, I barely mustered the strength to push against his arms and try to pull away.
I managed to get halfway out, but then the headboard of the bed blocked me.
I twisted my waist, trying to escape to the side.
“So, I really didn’t keep my promise, huh?”
He laughed languidly, grabbing my waist and pulling me back to face him.
His thrusts became stronger as a result.
“Ah…!”
The new position made the penetration even deeper.
As if smoothing out the furrow in my brow, Han Doha planted kisses all over my face.
The wet smacking sounds echoed in the air, and the space between us grew tighter with each kiss.
His already fully swollen member continued to expand, pressing against me to the limit.
“I should keep my promise, right? So my secretary doesn’t get into trouble.”
“No, this is a promise you shouldn’t…ngh!”
He bit down hard on my neck, leaving a kiss right after.
His breath came in deep gasps against my skin as his size continued to increase.
He ran his hand down my back, gently patting my lower back before moving lower.
His fingers squeezed my now plump bottom and then tapped it softly.
Each time, a sharp sound echoed from the contact between our sweat-slicked skin.
“Every time I touch you, you tighten up like crazy. So lewd.”
“T-That’s… Because…”
My lips kept opening and closing as I tried to explain, but the slow, teasing way he lifted my hips had me unconsciously wrapping my arms around his neck.
I could practically see the moment his thick member slid out of me.
“Ah, hngh…”
“I’ll keep my promise this time.”
His swollen, bulbous head reminded me of the tail I’d held within my walls back at the hotel.
The faint discomfort, coupled with the strange sensation of being filled, made me uneasy.
My entrance was gaping slightly.
I buried my face into Han Doha’s shoulder, and feeling his hands still gripping my half-lifted hips, I mumbled cautiously.
“Please, ngh, be gentler this time…”
As soon as I finished speaking, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down.
At the same time, his hips moved, and the moment his thrusts met the weight of my body, he reached places he shouldn’t.
“Hng, ah…!”
A moan escaped my lips uncontrollably.
“You should never make promises you can’t keep. I’ll apologize in advance.”
It felt like his cock wasn’t just piercing my inner walls but drilling into my brain.
Overwhelmed with sensation, I clung to his neck and sobbed.
Whether it was moans or cries, I couldn’t tell as they spilled from my tongue.
“Aah, ngh, ah! Ah, aaah!”
It felt like he was pounding my organs out of place, and I clung to him, crying endlessly.
My legs, weakened, shook violently each time he moved.
The second climax hit me even faster than the first.
The pleasure driving into my overheated body was sharper than a honed blade.
Tears streamed down my face. He relentlessly pounded into me, showing no signs of gentleness.
This wasn’t sex; it was as though he was devouring my entire body.
“Yul, Seonyul, Seonyul.”
“Ah, yes, hnngh, yes! Ah, ah!”
Each time he called my name, mixing it with his breathy moans, my inner walls responded, contracting on their own.
I just held onto his shoulders, as though that was the only lifeline I had left.
I finally opened my eyes.
When did I fall asleep?
Retracing my steps into the past, I sucked in a sharp breath.
I had been fully conscious when I slept with Han Doha.
He violated me over and over again, until I couldn’t even cry anymore, and I lost consciousness as if someone had flipped a switch.
It seemed like he wanted me to hold out as long as possible because, from the third round onwards, his movements slowed down to a torturous pace.
Each time I neared climax, he’d stop his movements and press down firmly on the head of my penis.
The denied release kept building up the pleasure in my body, forcing me to sob and cling to him.
Tears ran down my cheeks, soaking his chest or the bed sheets beneath us.
Throughout it all, Han Doha kept watching me as if he wanted to memorize every moment.
Endlessly. Continuously.
How did it all end?
I vaguely remembered him saying he’d clean me up in the bathroom, where we had another round.
After a joke about sobering up, I got soaked in wine and we did it again in the dining room.
That’s all I could recall.
There was nothing after that.
I couldn’t even move a finger. I couldn’t push away the arms that encircled my waist.
I lay limply on the bed, feeling his breath tickling the nape of my neck.
Outside, the sun was already setting.
I remembered seeing the dawn break, but when I opened my eyes, it was dusk again.
His grip tightened around me slightly, and tears welled up again.
His tenderness kept rubbing me the wrong way.
Does he treat everyone he sleeps with this gently?
Then what does that make his 22 lovers?
I knew he hadn’t slept with them, but knowing and understanding were two different things.
I blinked slowly.
At the edge of my vision, I spotted the tube Han Doha had poured into me the day before. I barely reached out, grabbing the tube.
[PURE OIL – ROSEWOOD]
I saw the neatly written handwriting on the tube and carefully opened the lid, taking a whiff of the scent. It was a fragrance I was familiar with — his.
Only then did I let out a sigh of relief.
As I suspected, the scent from yesterday wasn’t pheromones.
Well, what effect would pheromones have on me, a beta?
Underneath the handwritten note on the tube, I noticed the small initials “H.J.”
I’d definitely seen that somewhere before… Ah, it was the initials of the perfumer Han Doha sponsored.
Did the perfumer also make oils?
While pondering this, I quickly returned the tube to its place at the sound of rustling movements.
“Mmm…”
I froze as his body moved closer, as if in a sleepy complaint.
Still not fully awake, he lightly kissed the back of my neck, mumbling against my skin.
“You must be tired…”
“Sir.”
“Mmm…”
“I’m hurting.”
With a soft kiss on my shoulder, he pulled me even closer.
That’s when I realized he was still inside me.
Simultaneously, memories of his peculiar sexual preferences came rushing back.
“Ugh, hold on, just… please take it out.”
“What do you want me to take out?”
His voice, low and rough, sent shivers down my spine.
Unsure of what to do with the arm tightly wrapped around my waist, I began prying off his fingers one by one.
Surprisingly, he let go easily, remaining still even as I groaned and shifted to the side.
As his shaft slowly slid out, the emptiness grew. It felt like a part of my body, forcibly removed.
Crawling out of his hold, I paused for a moment, my back aching.
Even a newborn calf would have more strength than this.
I silently cursed my weak body. I need to start working out. From now on, exercise isn’t just an option, it’s a necessity.
“Ah… hnng…”
I was almost free. Just a little more…
“Ah… huh?”
“Yula, I was going to stop since you said it was too much.”
“S-Sir… Just, please… we can’t.”
Sweat broke out on my forehead from the heat building up.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, shaking my head as I gripped the bedsheets.
Then it hit me.
My body felt clean and dry. It was as if last night’s wine-soaked haze had vanished.
There wasn’t even a hint of alcohol left. Realizing this, I finally managed to pull away.
My entrance, still pulsing, seemed to beg for more.
His cologne once again filled the room, thick and intoxicating.
Breathing heavily, I tilted my body to the side.
That’s when Han Doha’s large hand grabbed my waist.
I had barely moved 30 cm, yet I was already out of breath, and before I could even feel ashamed, he spoke.
“Guess I’m just hopelessly out of control.”
He mounted me from behind, his hands kneading my buttocks, his gaze fixed on my still-pulsing entrance.
The heat from his stare alone was enough to make my skin burn.
I tried to push him away, moving my hand behind me to shake him off.
If this goes on any longer, I might actually die. A headline flashed in my mind.
[Leadco’s Han Doha’s secretary, Yul, dies on a work trip. Who was the partner?]
Who else could it be but my boss, Han Doha, that bastard! I could feel my face drain of color as I struggled against him.
This couldn’t happen. Last night was just a drunken mistake, but now that I was sober, it would be anything but a mistake.
Plus, I hadn’t taken any suppressants.
There was no way I could hide my scent.
“No, no. Sir, you’re not out of control. You’re in perfect control. So please, calm down, take a deep breath… It’s just… it’s the morning. You’re healthy, that’s all. Really… ugh…!”
A sharp slap landed on my butt, followed by his warm palm rubbing the spot.
A hum of vibrations spread through my body.
Did he just spank me?
Like a child? My body stiffened as I momentarily lost my grip on reality.
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God this is spicy
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Cant believe they ended the author ended the chapter on such a spicy scene
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