10 rules of a Secretary chapter 79- MATURE

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My hands trembled uncontrollably.

It wasn’t just my hands.

The insides of my thighs, my waist, everything trembled.

It was hard to tell how many days had passed.

Sometimes when I opened my eyes, it was the afternoon; other times, it was morning.

Regardless of whether it was day or night, every time our eyes met, Han Doha would push me to my limit.

Each time, I questioned whether this was right.

As his secretary, could I continue doing this?

I couldn’t be sure.

Boss and subordinate.

Boss and sex partner.

Whatever it was, the disgusting nature of the situation didn’t change.

Yet, if you asked whether I hated every moment of it, the answer would be no.

His embrace was comforting, and his tenderness continued to soothe my heart.

“Ha… Fuck, am I really going crazy?”

I had no idea how long it had been since I last took my suppressant.

Trying to calculate the days, I gave up. I couldn’t take a single step outside the room.

I had tried countless times to return to my own room, but I couldn’t.

My body had no strength, and each time I barely made it to the hallway, he would sense it like a ghost, pick me up, and gently lay me back in bed.

‘You won’t be able to move. You need to rest.’

It was as if he was concerned about making sure I’d be ready for the next round that night, which made me want to cry.

I longed for the suppressant that was surely sitting inside my suitcase back in my room.

Had he figured out I was an Omega?

Every time that thought crossed my mind, a chill ran down my spine.

So far, there hadn’t been any noticeable reactions, but sometimes, the cool scent of the sea that filled the room made my head throb.

Each time, Han Doha would apologize and open the window, but that was all he could do.

Eating, resting—everything had to be done in his room.

Truthfully, I couldn’t move properly without his help.

There was no denying that, for now, Han Doha was indispensable.

He moved so naturally, taking care of everything for me, without me needing to ask.

But still, wasn’t it too much to keep pounding me until I passed out every time?

At this rate, I’d really end up dying from overstimulation.

As I wiped the sweat off my flushed cheeks with the palm of my hand, I let out a heavy sigh.

Maybe I had a fever or something; my body felt oddly warm.

Gently patting my burning cheeks with the back of my hand, I stood in front of the mirror for a long while, cautiously touching my tender nipples.

They stung and ached, but there was an odd sense of arousal.

The more I looked, the more it seemed like they’d gotten bigger…

“Yul-ah, are you touching yourself?”

“Ah…”

He was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, watching me.

He tilted his head slightly, examining my reflection in the mirror.

He, too, wore nothing but a robe.

When I saw the massive thing dangling between his legs, I gasped, swallowing hard.

What the hell—was that a water bottle or a dick?

“If that’s what you’re doing, you should have said so.”

I heard the sticky sound of his bare feet against the dry bathroom tiles as he walked closer.

I tried to back away, but the bathtub blocked my retreat, and I nearly fell over.

Suddenly, he was right next to me, steadying me with a firm grip around my waist, guiding me to sit on the edge of the tub.

Kneeling before me, he kissed my knees, his lips trailing slowly up my skin.

He gave my limp penis a quick lick, then inhaled deeply as if he were savoring a meal.

His actions made my fingers twitch involuntarily, and I pulled back slightly.

“I could help you out, you know.”

“No, you really don’t have to… Please… Just quietly, leave…”

As I watched my cock gradually harden, shame washed over me.

I closed my eyes and pushed weakly at his shoulders.

It wasn’t much of a push.

He kissed the tip of my now-stiffening penis and let out a deep hum.

He pressed his cheek against my inner thigh, then looked up at me.

“You don’t want me to?”

His words said one thing, but his fingers lightly teased my shaft, never quite gripping it fully.

Each time he brushed against it, I felt a surge of tension in my lower back.

My toes curled and uncurled, my body reacting helplessly.

“Wait… Sir, hold on, just a moment.”

The whites of his eyes stood out as he looked up at me, waiting for permission like a dog.

I hesitated, then reached out and cupped his cheeks gently with both hands.

“Should I… do it for you?”

I had always wondered why Handoha seemed to enjoy sucking me off so much.

Did cum really taste good? Or did it somehow become pleasant once it was in his mouth?

As I stared at his red lips, I nodded slowly.

“Yes. I’ll do it for you.”

“……”

Contrary to what I expected, Handoha didn’t seem pleased.

After a brief pause, he gently pulled my hands away from his face, resting his cheek back against my thigh.

“No.”

“I… I liked it too, so…”

“No. I said no.”

His voice was unusually firm.

Just as I was about to ask why, he wrapped his arms around my waist and began to lift himself up.

“It would feel good, sure. But your lips would split open.”

“My mouth is big, sir.”

“It’s not. How many times have we kissed? I would know. Yul-ah, I know your cock is a good size and it’s pretty. You know, like a hotdog with cream sauce. That’s why I like it. It feels good when it’s in my mouth. But if you tried to suck me off, your lips would tear.”

I couldn’t tell if he was complimenting me or insulting me.

Either way, it pissed me off.

Was he bragging about how big his dick was?

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

He left a light kiss on my lips. The brief, dry sound echoed in my chest, stirring my emotions.

“…What about the marks you leave on my body?”

“Those aren’t injuries. I just leave pretty little love bites. Look, your nipples are shaped so nicely because I take good care of them. See, right here…”

His mouth—like it was straight from hell.

I wanted to swat his hand away from my nipple, but I knew that the difference in our strength was too great to even compare.

I managed to grip his hand, then leaned in to kiss his forehead.

“If I collapse, who will do your assistant work, hmm? So, please… just hold back for today.”

“And if I hold back, what will you do for me?”

This little bastard.

What was he, a bratty five-year-old?

His comebacks were relentless.

I let my body fall into his arms, the last of my strength fading.

As soon as I did, his grip on my wrist loosened, and he embraced me gently.

I heard the faint sound of my cum dripping onto the floor.

“You have sex partners and still sleep with your assistant.”

“Fuck, do you always have to talk like an asshole?”

“Then how do you interpret this situation?”

I panted heavily, the sudden rush of heat spreading through my body making me frown.

The thick, heady scent filling the bathroom was dizzying.

My eyes fluttered as I blinked away the heat.

This heat—I knew it.

“…!”

In a panic, I tried to push him away, struggling to free myself.

My hands grasped the edge of the tub, and I stammered,

“I-I’ll just wash up. Please, just give me a moment alone.”

“Why should I?”

“Sir, please… Just for a bit… I’ll wash up and come out. Then I’ll take care of it with my mouth…”

A red warning light seemed to flash before my eyes.

I stood on unsteady legs, trying to get away from him.

I pushed off the floor with my feet, awkwardly inching away. Luckily, the bathroom was large.

I leaned against the wall, exhaling hot, shaky breaths.

Why now, of all times…

It was perfectly timed, as if he had been waiting for this.

My skin trembled uncontrollably as I tried to calm myself down.

Meanwhile, Handoha seemed strangely relaxed yet urgent, like someone who had been waiting for this very moment.

He watched me intently, taking in every reaction, his pheromones filling the room.

The heavy, cloying scent overwhelmed my senses, as if he had forced open something long sealed.

“So, why should I?”

“Please, just this once… please, listen to me… Ah…”

Secrets can sometimes crush the person who holds them.

The burden of protecting them can take over your life until you forget what you’re even holding onto. The future felt distant.

I blinked heavily, letting out a faint sigh.

It wasn’t too late.

I could avoid him, take the suppressant, rest for a while in my room…

As I tried to grasp onto that thought and speak again, I gasped when I saw him approaching swiftly.

Even with my brain muddled, the instinct to get away from him kicked in, and I raised a trembling hand to push him back.

“Sir, please… Just leave, please… I really… just not now…”

“It’s fine. Everything’s fine.”

He closed the distance, wedging his muscular thigh between my legs.

His lips pressed against my heated eyelids, then trailed a series of reassuring kisses across my face.

Despite his tenderness, I had to fight tooth and nail to hold onto the last shred of sanity I had left.

If he found out…

I wouldn’t be able to keep this job.

Trembling, I weakly pushed against his shoulders, and for once, he let me go.

My mind was a tangled mess. My body jerked involuntarily, craving the Alpha’s pheromones.

“I said, it’s fine.”

Handoha gently squeezed my ass, then lifted me in one swift motion.

He held me securely, one hand supporting my backside while the other wrapped around my waist.

His lips found my bare chest, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him close.

We had done this so many times, it didn’t feel strange at all.

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