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“I’d like it if you felt even more ashamed and embarrassed in front of me.”
As he spoke, Han Doha slowly rubbed the edge of my glistening, pre-cum-covered tip, pressing deep into the urethral opening.
“Hnng, mm…!” A moan slipped out as the sudden pressure on a sensitive spot sent waves of pleasure crashing through me.
“That expression is so erotic. I can’t stop wanting to see it.”
“Mm, hnn, hnn.”
I wanted to beg him to shut his mouth, but all that came out were moans.
I could feel the heat burning through my face, second by second.
“When I tasted you yesterday, there was a faint aftertaste, but it was a bit disappointing.
So I gave you something sweet to eat today, like dipping strawberries into white chocolate fondue.”
I didn’t care, and I didn’t want to hear any of this.
I wished I could cover my ears, but one of my hands was held down, leaving me limited in how much I could block out.
I struggled desperately, trying to free myself from Han Doha, who weighed down on my thighs like a boulder.
“You ate something nice, so the result should be just as sweet.”
“Stop…!”
I screamed almost desperately, my body flailing.
Han Doha’s eyes narrowed strangely.
“Then you shouldn’t have been so goddamn pretty, should you?”
As I tried to push him away with my free arm, he lowered his head, and I let out a scream-like groan.
This lunatic…!
Monday morning couldn’t be more awful.
I had barely managed to escape Han Doha’s grasp by 11 p.m. the previous night, after crying so much that the skin around my eyes was swollen and sore.
Thankfully, by the time I woke up, the swelling had subsided a little.
My legs trembled uncontrollably.
The moment I stepped outside, I was overwhelmed by the intense desire to just call it a day and go back home.
Sitting under the parasol at a convenience store near my office, I let out a heavy sigh.
I hadn’t taken my suppressant all weekend.
The anxiety was enough to drive me to pop one in my mouth the moment I got home last night, and I planned to take another before heading into work.
Though I had doused myself in deodorant, I still couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.
Feeling drained, I slumped in the plastic chair, unable to muster any strength in my limbs.
Maybe if I could just sleep for 10 minutes, I’d be okay by the time I got to the office…
No, I quickly straightened up, worried someone might call the police if they saw me sleeping on the street, which would reflect badly on the company’s image.
A dull ache radiated from my tailbone throughout my body.
As I collapsed over the worn-out plastic table, I ground my teeth at the faint sting I felt from my overly sensitive nipples pressing against my shirt.
“That fucking bastard…”
I stopped myself before finishing the sentence.
While it might be an insult to most people, calling Han Doha a ‘fucking bastard’ would probably be a compliment.
Damn it, the guy was huge.
That thing was a weapon.
Six more months of this?
It was nothing short of a self-inflicted disaster.
Honestly, if it had been a small amount of money, I would’ve looked the other way and only signed the modeling contract.
But double the pay was too tempting, even if it meant coming out of my grave for it.
The pain in my lower back was getting worse, and I glanced down at the watch on my wrist.
CEO Han had given it to me the previous day, calling it a necklace.
We had a minor disagreement over why it was worn on the wrist if it was a necklace, but I let it go.
Staring at the watch, I tilted it back and forth under the sunlight.
The silver frame sparkled, showing off its presence.
‘Use and discard?’
Use and discard?
I was the one getting tossed around.
CEO Han’s crazed eyes were too terrifying to even bring up something as trivial as that.
If I hadn’t accepted the watch, I might’ve spent the whole night with him.
With my wrist raised and twisting it this way and that, I nonchalantly removed my watch.
I switched it with the one I usually wore for work, slowly getting up from my seat.
The time was 6:45 AM—just minutes before I had to head to work.
As I entered the lobby, I noticed a group of people gathered, chattering away this early in the morning.
Curiosity piqued, I moved closer and saw it was a notice about personnel changes.
[Based on the decision of the Personnel Committee, we announce the following personnel transfers.]
[Kwak Kijeong, Manager (Advertising Team 1) – Busan (Seomyeon) Branch]
[Lee Heeho, Assistant Manager (Urban Development Team) – Daegu (Gyeongsun) Branch]
[Cho Yeonjae, Employee (Secretariat) – TF Team]
[Kim Dahee, Team Leader (Design Team 1) – TF Team]
[Kim Hoyeon, Deputy Manager (Marketing Team 2) – TF Team]
There were seven people in total, and I knew three of them.
The manager from the advertising team had once irked me with talk of whether he was getting married or not, so his sudden transfer wasn’t exactly surprising.
In fact, it wasn’t all that sudden—I had overheard conversations about how they were short-staffed in Busan and needed to send someone there.
So, I didn’t think much of it.
But Daegu… I paused, staring at the text in contemplation.
While Busan made sense, wasn’t Daegu essentially a demotion?
They never had a shortage of staff, nor had they needed anyone recently.
It was a near-dead branch with almost no performance.
To be honest, both transfers seemed like demotions. It’s never easy to be suddenly transferred from the Seoul headquarters to some remote branch.
The others being assigned to the TF team didn’t strike me as strange either.
They were talented individuals, the kind you’d expect for that kind of work.
What bothered me, though, was that I had been completely excluded from these decisions.
Not that I had any real say in personnel transfers, but usually, the CEO would share everything with me.
This time, he hadn’t.
Staring at the stark white announcement projected on the screen, I glanced at the person next to me and offered a word of comfort.
“How much overtime do you think this is worth?”
“You’re really messing with people here.”
At the sudden complaint, I turned to see my colleague, Kim Hoyeon, staring at me with dead, sunken eyes.
His face was contorted, as though he might burst into tears any second.
“…What?”
“Forget it. Don’t say anything. Just… don’t go around praising or badmouthing me. I feel like I’m about to forget what my wife looks like.”
“Are you on meds?”
“You staying silent would be the biggest help to my life…”
I looked at him skeptically and sighed.
“You’re not the only one working overtime. I’ll probably be assigned to the TF team too. The CEO mentioned it before, so I’ll likely be juggling both roles.”
I had to.
How else could I face the CEO every day?
In the past, it wouldn’t have mattered, but now… it seemed impossible to see him every day.
Just looking at his face would bring back memories of the nights, and even now, they flashed in my mind, making my face flush.
It was humiliating and embarrassing.
To be honest, I wanted to block out those hellish experiences, but once things got going, I was always swept up, unable to resist.
I managed to calm my face down before it turned red again.
“But what’s with the sudden transfer of the assistant manager from the Urban Development team?”
“Oh, I know someone there. I heard something happened recently, like one afternoon after a business trip? He suddenly stopped doing any work, and then out of the blue, he got transferred. Maybe he got caught sneaking something?”
I nodded quietly.
That was possible.
The Urban Development team often dealt with subcontractors because of redevelopment issues, so it wouldn’t be surprising if something shady happened.
I glanced away from the announcement and said:
“Anyway, I’m going too.”
“If your name’s not on the announcement, then you’re not going anywhere. The CEO isn’t that sloppy.”
“I don’t think so. He did mention it last time.”
Surely not.
Suppressing my unease, I said goodbye and left Kim Hoyeon behind, stepping into the elevator.
As I watched the numbers climb, it suddenly hit me that the CEO hadn’t said a single word to me about the TF team.
Could he really be excluding me?
“Secretary Seonyul won’t be going. You’ll get all the related information from Cho Yeonjae in the secretariat. Just stay by my side.”
The CEO’s face looked especially radiant, as if he’d gotten a good rest over the weekend.
Watching him, I blinked a few times, wondering if what I’d just heard was true.
What was he saying?
I had thought the TF assignment meant I wouldn’t have to see him much, but my plan was quickly falling apart.
“I was under the impression that this was important, and that you were sending me for this project… Also, Cho Yeonjae is the newest member, just a junior…”
“Stop coddling people. How long are you going to treat them like kids? I’ve restructured the team to be more elite. I’ll be directly managing it. Seonyul, you…”
He motioned me closer with a flick of his fingers, grabbing my wrist and raising an eyebrow, clearly displeased with something.
“Just stay by my side. As for the model project, I’ve already ordered extra compensation, so it’ll be included with your next paycheck.”
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Oh nice
❤️
I don’t like ML, but I’ll keep reading~
Lol is he mad he’s not wearing the watch?
Nice one