10 rules of a Secretary chapter 81- Mature

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“You were just thinking about breaking the window and escaping, weren’t you?”

“…….”

…Is he a mind reader?

“You also thought I might be like a ghost.”

His fingertips twitched slightly.

Then, Han Doha grabbed my wrist, lifted it, and slowly kissed my fingertips before licking them.

When the rough texture of his tongue brushed against the sensitive skin of my fingers, my body shuddered.

He pressed his lips firmly against my palm and released it, then lightly bit the inside of my wrist before letting go.

“Between us, pissing during sex is no big deal, right? I mean, I already swallow your cum, so what’s piss?”

He said this so casually, then kissed my cheek before pressing his nose into my neck and taking a deep breath.

Come to think of it, he often buried his nose in my neck like this. I always wondered why, but I didn’t have the energy to ask.

As my breathing calmed down, I quietly turned my head to the side and muttered.

“What exactly are we…?”

Eight years of living face-to-face as boss and subordinate?

And now, here I am, having sex with my boss.

Thinking about it this way made it feel like I’d crossed a line I could never return from.

Where did it all go wrong?

Maybe I was doomed from birth.

“What do you mean, what are we?”

He gently laid me down on the bed and lifted my legs, bending my knees so they pressed against my chest.

“We’re the kind of people who can do this.”

He licked my limp member with his tongue, drawing out a wet sound as he began licking it.

He sucked on my glans like it was candy, then took my still-wet testicles into his mouth.

It was like he was determined to lick away every trace of evidence left on my body.

Each time, my toes curled, and my feet twitched uncontrollably.

“S-stop… Why… why are you eating that…?! Ahh!”

After planting one last kiss on my navel, he lowered my legs and climbed on top of me.

Lowering his head, he teasingly circled my erect nipple with his pointed tongue before engulfing it in his mouth.

“Ahh…!”

“What are we?” he asked, his voice muffled by our locked lips, but the words were clear enough.

I shook my head, signaling for him to stop, but he just looked up at me and pulled his lips away slightly.

“Seonyul, no matter what you do, I’ll always remember it.”

My face flushed red.

This bastard was using my little accident with the blanket against me.

Asshole.

I glared at him, trying to catch my breath, but soon felt the heat rising again, making me arch my back instinctively.

My mind was slipping away, far, far away.

This wasn’t the kind of heat cycle I was used to.

Each moment was more intense and overwhelming than the last, pushing me to the brink of madness.

It felt like I was walking a tightrope, just a step away from losing consciousness.

“When I called your name earlier, it felt good.”

“Hah… stop it… please…”

“On vacation, you’re not a CEO, right?”

I swallowed my sobs as the heat spread over my skin and my member stiffened once again.

How many more times would this go on?

My whole body felt like it was on fire, and my thoughts kept slipping away.

I inhaled his pheromones, collapsing weakly into his arms.

With each slow, deliberate movement, I reflexively tightened my inner walls.

Each time, his brow furrowed in response.

Watching his sweat-streaked skin, I reached out with a weak arm.

He pulled me up into a sitting position, kissed my cheek, and then bit down on the nape of my neck.

The mild pain mingled with my already dazed senses.

Panting, I lightly pushed against his shoulders, and surprisingly, he yielded.

His sweat-slick chest muscles stood out starkly in my vision.

As I stared at his smooth chest, free of any marks, my strained mental state finally snapped.

I bared my teeth and bit down hard on his chest.

“Ugh…!”

Like someone desperate to leave a mark, I bit into his chest and shoulders, muttering incoherently with a slackened tongue.

“Fair… is fair…”

At that moment, all traces of calm disappeared from Doha’s expression.

With a low growl, he thrust into me furiously, and my whole body shook as he drove deeper inside.

His thick, veined shaft scraped my inner walls with each movement.

Consumed by the heat, I vaguely registered him saying something, but the words didn’t quite reach my ears.

Gripping his shoulders as tightly as I could, I clung to him, hoping he would hold me until the heat finally subsided.

The night felt endless.

My body rocked rhythmically.

When I finally opened my eyes to the distant sound of waves, I realized I was wrapped tightly in a blanket, cradled in someone’s arms.

I shivered as the cool sea breeze brushed against my cheek.

“It’s cold…”

“We need to air out your pheromones, so bear with it for a bit longer.”

Hearing a soft crackling, I glanced toward the fireplace, where the flames were flickering wildly.

My eyes stung, and I raised my hand to rub them but quickly stopped.

My whole body ached as if I’d been beaten.

After lying in his arms for what felt like an eternity, I finally asked the question that had been gnawing at me.

“How long have you known…?”

“Does it matter? It’s not about how long I’ve known.”

“…Right, it’s not about when you found out. What matters is that you already knew.”

My voice, rough and ragged, didn’t even sound like my own.

My body, bruised and aching all over, burned with pain.

Even the simple act of speaking made my face scrunch up in discomfort.

With my eyes half-closed, I curled up a little more.

What would happen to me now?

What would I do once I quit this job as his secretary?

The thought of the massive debt hanging over me loomed large in my mind.

Would I even be able to finish my modeling job without any issues?

And on top of that, this man now knew I was an Omega.

I should be thinking about my next steps logically, but all I wanted to do was ignore reality.

My thoughts were a tangled mess, but I managed to utter one more sentence.

“What… what happens to me now?”

“I’m not planning to lose such a capable secretary.”

“…….”

“I don’t care if you’re a Beta or an Omega.”

‘Whether you’re an Omega or Beta, it doesn’t matter to me.’

The words overlapped in my head.

A hollow laugh escaped me.

So, he already knew all along?

Had I just been played this whole time?

How ridiculous I must’ve seemed, worrying and agonizing over it all by myself.

The simple question of whether he knew swirled in front of my eyes.

I could ask, but if I did, everything I’d built would come crashing down, leaving only a sexual partner in its place.

I wouldn’t be Secretary Seonyulyul anymore.

I’d just be Seonyul, his Omega and sex partner. The thought weighed heavily on the back of my neck. Tears threatened to spill over.

The heat was gone, leaving behind only shame and self-loathing.

I was angry at everything—my body, my pheromones, the very trait that turned me into this.

My breathing grew heavier as Han Doha patted my shoulder, murmuring.

“This was just… medical treatment. If I’d left you alone in heat, it would’ve built up and eventually killed you.”

Medical treatment, huh?

It was just a clinical act, yet he was so gentle it hurt my soul.

Medical treatment.

The words echoed in my mind, and I let out a hollow laugh.

“Ha…”

So, was there no emotion in this from the start?

Was I really nothing to him?

Just a secretary?

Expecting affection and at the same time not wanting to expect anything, my feelings were in a tangled mess.

What had I even hoped for from this man?

More questions grew inside me, but I turned my gaze away. Instead, I asked a different question.

“…Who told you that?”

“My mother’s close friend died like that. By the time they found her, it was too late.”

His heavy words struck, scattering my anger.

Despite my reaction, Han Doha continued talking without hesitation.

“If you don’t release your pheromones properly during your cycle, they build up in your body. What starts as just a scent forms a shape, travels through your veins, scratches your blood vessels, and eventually hardens in your bloodstream. As the blood vessels rupture, your organs begin to shut down one by one, until finally… you die. And it’s agonizing, more than you can imagine.”

“I’ve never… experienced that before…”

“Well, it’s probably because of the suppressants.”

The fact that he even knew about the suppressants left me dizzy.

I lowered my head and buried my face into the blanket wrapped around me.

“Your scent was barely noticeable, even to someone like me, an Alpha. If it weren’t for the suppressants, that wouldn’t make any sense.”

“…”

“The real problem starts now…”

As he spoke, he lifted my face, still buried in the blanket, so that our eyes met.

His gaze was steady, more resolute than ever, as he stared into my confused, trembling eyes.

His expression told me that he didn’t care whether I was an Omega or not, and it brought tears to my eyes.

My lips trembled slightly.

“Are you going to keep hiding it?”

“…Yes.”

“Then I’ll release it for you regularly.”

His lips brushed lightly against my swollen eyelids.

When he pulled away, I realized my eyelashes were wet with tears.

What I had hidden for so long was revealed in an instant.

Compared to the life I had lived under the weight of suppressants and pheromones, his reaction was startlingly light, almost too casual.

While I had agonized alone, hiding the truth and forcing down harsh suppressants, his gentle warmth and quiet consideration soothed me.

Tears kept flowing.

Along with them came a wave of anxiety that struck me hard.

I buried my face in his shoulder like a child, and his large, warm hand slowly stroked my back.

The sobs caught in my throat finally escaped, spilling from my lips.

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