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“W-Wait, that, hng, that, that, ugh, ah!”
His fingers dug into the skin of my buttocks. Grabbing my sweat-drenched hips, he lifted me up and thrust me down.
The obscene sounds echoed every time his erection plunged into my wet entrance, almost as if it was tearing through my insides.
“Aah, aaah, ah!”
Stop, please, I beg you…
No, I like it, more… stop… My incoherent pleas spilled out of my mouth.
My entire body was overwhelmed by the excruciating pleasure, as if his scent and the deep, agonizing sensation were coiling around my organs.
“Hng! Ah, ugh, w-wait, ugh! It’s too, too deep, too deep, ah!”
“You’re feeling it so well, you look beautiful.”
His thick member pushed in deeply, and the intoxicating scent of rosewood almost made me lose my mind.
“Yes, it feels good, so please, more… more…”
My words trailed off senselessly.
As his erection slid deeply inside, pressing against my prostate, my toes curled, and my back arched, pushing against the bed sheets.
“Aah, mm! Ugh, ah, ah, aah!”
The intense stimulation felt like it might make my head explode.
A guttural moan escaped as white fluid spilled onto Han Doha’s abdomen.
The sweat-soaked skin clung tightly, and the invisible pheromones lingered.
Slowly, I blinked my tear-streaked eyes.
Just when I thought it was over, I tried to lift my head, only to feel his hands still gripping my hips as he lifted me again.
I hurriedly grabbed onto his shoulders.
Before I could ask what he was doing, my nails dug into him as he thrust down with relentless force.
“Aah, aaah! Stop, I… I’ve come, I’ve, ah! Aah!”
“Mm, you’re pretty. Did you come?”
His gentle words contrasted with his rough movements.
The thick head of his erection ground against my inner walls, pressing against my prostate and eliciting pleasure.
My legs gave out, and my body shook with his every move. It felt like my eyes were about to roll back.
After the wave of pleasure passed, a sharp, electric feeling lingered, like exposed wires rubbing against raw nerves.
His erection felt even bigger than before.
The head twisted and ground against my inner walls.
The squelching, wet sounds filled the room, echoing in my ears with each thrust, as if reverberating deep inside me.
“Aah, aaah, ah…!”
Now, he held my waist firmly, shaking me up and down.
The full weight of my body slammed down with gravity, driving his erection even deeper inside me.
“No, stop… not there…”
My lower abdomen trembled.
A pleasure tinged with fear spread through me, as if knowing something terrible would happen if this continued.
The urgency in his touch was unmistakable.
He was the only lifeline keeping me grounded, so I clung to his shoulders tightly.
“Please, please…”
Did he hear my desperate plea?
Han Doha lifted my body, his grip firm on my waist.
When his erection slipped halfway out, it felt like a slight relief.
My legs were too weak to support me anymore.
Panting heavily, I lifted my trembling hand to cradle the spot where his jaw met his cheek.
I kissed his lips with a pleading look.
“This, this is strange… Please…”
As my body gradually rose, his thick, heated member almost fully slipped out. It seemed like a bit more would finally free it.
The trembling in my lower abdomen, which had been shaking for a while, began to subside. I caught my breath and kissed him once more.
If this trembling continued, something truly strange might happen.
“Please, today…”
As I trailed off, I was about to say “CEO,” but then remembered how he had told me to call him by his name.
With a desperate hope that he would stop, I opened my mouth.
“Han Doha… nim…”
“Sorry, but…”
Before he could finish, he released the strength holding me up.
With a wet sound, he thrust in so deeply it felt like he might swallow me whole.
In an instant, the burning sensation reached deep inside me, and I gasped, tilting my head back.
My vision went white for a moment. Han Doha’s lips touched my trembling nape, and then he nibbled lightly along my neck.
“Saying that doesn’t help.”
The sporadic sound of dripping water finally roused me. The room was decorated with flowers, and dried, pale pink flowers adorned the shelf.
Where am I?
My body was submerged in warm water.
As I tried to move, holding my breath deeply, a voice stopped me.
“Don’t move.”
As I splashed in the water, trying to steady myself, an arm wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly.
I heard a soft kiss on the back of my neck, and when I turned my head, I could barely make out the side of Han Doha’s face.
Only then did I recall last night… or rather, the wild act that continued until dawn.
The number of times was so many it was hard to keep count.
The sound of condoms slipping off, the hurried hands putting them back on, and later, I think we did it without one.
Remembering the moments when I had to cry out made my face pale.
“If you keep moving like that, I’ll do it again. I don’t mind doing it a few more times.”
His tone was filled with regret. I turned my eyes away, trying to ignore it.
Every part of my vision was covered in bruises.
It looked like I had been beaten repeatedly with a thin stick.
How much had he bitten and sucked on me…
“This…”
I barely managed to lift my hand and point at my forearm, and Han Doha responded with a satisfied smile, lightly kissing my shoulder.
“Next time, I’ll suck and lick you so much that even your cock turns the same color.”
“N-No… Please…”
“A pale body needs to be colored like that to be properly enjoyed. You have to make it red and ripe, so it’s easy to eat.”
Who would say something so insane with such dedication?
As I raised my hand to push him away, he pulled me closer by the waist, and with his other hand, he reached down.
When his hand brushed against my cock and slid down my perineum, I instinctively closed my legs.
His hand was caught between my thighs, but Han Doha shamelessly continued to slide it further down.
“If my cock felt so good that it made you bite down and hold on, I guess it must have been really good.”
I wanted to block my ears.
I could feel the heat rising to my face with every passing second.
Even though I tried to cover my ears, his low voice resonated through my eardrums and into my brain.
“You’re still open… If I put it in now, it would fit perfectly, don’t you think?”
“Han…”
I tried to say “No,” but what came out was “Han.”
As I got that far, I realized my voice was completely hoarse.
You crazy bastard. You beast.
Even though I begged you to stop, to please stop, you kept going.
After a few attempts to clear my throat, I gave up and opened my mouth.
I thought to myself, it doesn’t even matter if he understands me at this point.
“No… Please, stop.”
“If I keep going, it’ll create a perfect groove in your inner walls that fits me just right. It’s a shame. You don’t want me inside anymore, but…”
Han Doha’s long fingers finally brushed past my perineum and rubbed the entrance.
The fact that it was still open became apparent with each twitch and clench I felt.
Please, stop… Did he hear my quiet whisper?
He lingered, caressing the entrance a few more times before finally withdrawing his hand from between my legs.
The water rippled gently as his hand skimmed the surface, creating a soft sound that echoed through the bathroom.
I sighed in relief, relaxing my body. Han Doha adjusted his grip on me, resting his chin on my shoulder.
Then, as if playing with a toy, he took my hand and gently squeezed it.
“There’s not a single part of you that’s not beautiful.”
“…”
“Why were you born so pretty?”
His casual words of praise made me feel like this wasn’t the Director I knew.
Or maybe he was possessed by a ghost or something.
“Here, see this? It’s turned red… If I suck and lick it nicely, it’ll feel like I’m leaving a mark, like my mark on you. I’d be happy to do that.”
As he toyed with my hand, he moved his arm closer to my half-leaning body. Still holding my hand.
Suddenly, my face flushed with embarrassment as I found myself touching my own chest.
As my fingertips grazed the swollen nipple, a soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips.
“Uhh, mm….”
“You know, marks left on the body tend to fade away easily. They say if you keep touching them, something might come out. Want to give it a try?”
You crazy bastard! Shut up! I pulled my hand away in shock, and he stepped back obediently.
Instead, he started to fondle the area around my chest. His hands lingered as if disappointed.
“Mmm… mmm….”
With his actions almost touching but not quite, I blinked slowly. Eventually, his touch moved to my shoulder. In rhythm with his soothing strokes, I held my breath and exhaled. His lips repeatedly brushed against my wet nape.
Only then did I realize I was wearing only an eye mask without a wig. A sudden chill ran down my spine.
Behind me, the sound of lips brushing against my wet skin persisted, each time making me shiver.
Could I deceive him with just an eye mask?
He had even noticed a mole on the finger of a junior secretary he’d seen for only three months.
I slowly and cautiously opened my mouth.
“M-my wig…”
“I remember reading a paper… It said that if you cover half of a person’s face, they are perceived as a completely different person.”
“…….”
“It was an experiment conducted in the UK. They found that covering the eyes led to many people not recognizing who was passing by. Especially among friends or lovers, the difference was often not noticed.”
What about an assistant who had seen me every day for eight years?
Unable to ask, I remained silent.
The CEO leaned in and placed another kiss on my shoulder, whispering,
“They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. I don’t know what you’re thinking right now. How would I know what kind of person you are? Oh, I knew you were a lingerie model. So, next time, don’t wear a wig. Your hair is nice, and I keep wanting to touch it.”
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Oh honey…. is he so stupid/in denial that he’d believe that….?
I want that reveal to happen so badly
When will he reveal it?
Come on now secretary, use that brain of yours. You’ve been found out ages ago. 😅🤣
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Denial is a river in Egypt