Son Hyeju. Assistant to the CEO of the Corporation. One of the fastest to rise the ranks from entry level to the right-hand woman of the boss. Her skills are exemplary, determination unparalleled, intelligence unmatched. Having graduated college early, with honours no less, she is definitely a force to be reckoned with intellectually. Furthermore, she’s easily one of the most beautiful women working under the Corp.
Hyeju has a bit of a reputation within the company’s walls. The typical expression she adorns during work is that of a scowl, and her wolf-like features only accentuate the ferocious image she portrays. Her gaze is cold and sharp, and her perception definitely is akin to that of a wolf’s. Most employees know her as the infamous “Secretary Hyeju”, as a result of the striking beauty and cold, no-nonsense vibe she exudes during work hours.
Sometimes, you wonder why people fear her. She’s definitely not the wolf people think she is—well, not when she’s chilling on the couch in the office, gaming away on the latest generation Playstation, anyway. Unlike the ever professional Secretary Hyeju whose put-together attire and resting bitch face serve to intimidate the typical rank-and-file employee, this Hyeju has her dress shirt unbuttoned all the way down and tucked into her pants. Her usual boots are traded for a pair of black bunny slippers.
Hyeju stares intently at the TV, lips hanging open in their natural triangle. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, held together around a stick with a hair claw. A pair of white rimmed glasses sit atop her nose. Beside her rests a few empty packs of Pocky and a bottle of Sprite. Talk about peak comfort—no bra, one stick of Pocky hanging between her teeth, fingers mashing the buttons on the wireless console while her back rests against the finest leather money can buy.
God damn, she’s fucking hot and cute at the same time. You smile at the sight of her relaxed self, opting to leave her be. No reason to disturb her with your horny thoughts.
Twenty two simulated men run around the field onscreen, the binary bending to the player’s will. With a calculated press, a player kicks the ball, and the arch lands Hyeju the victory.
“Assa! I won!” Hyeju punches the air, her eyes crinkling with how wide her smile is.
Muffled curses escape from the floor below. Hyeju laughs, recognizing her gaming partner’s voice. You smile at the interaction—Asmodeus lost again, didn’t he? And now—ah, there’s Choerry, asking about what her Oppa’s doing. What a dream their relationship is, essentially childhood sweethearts who made it together.
“Yo, Hye.”
“Mm.”
“Work done for the day?”
“Yeah, Boss.”
You smile with her verbal confirmation. Your secretary is definitely the best out of all the secretaries you’ve had before. You take your seat behind your desk.
“Boss.”
“Yeah?”
Hyeju rises from the sofa and walks over to you. She grabs your arm as she twirls around you to lean on your desk.
“Um…” Hyeju hesitates as she stares at you, chewing her bottom lip. Her expression schooling into one of practiced indifference. It is all an act however—she fidgets with her wristwatch, peering at it ever so often. You know her nervous habits too well; she’s been your secretary too long for you not to be aware.
“I… I’m horny.”
Huh. Out of nowhere.
“I’ve been horny the whole day. Can we… Can we sleep together?”
“That’s random, Hye.”
She blushes, hiding her face behind her hands. Your secretary really can be more of a wolf cub at times. Well, she’s horny, you’re kinda horny. Why not? Work definitely can wait.
“Sure. Let’s go.”
You leave your suit jacket on your seat, along with your tie, then pull Hyeju to your bedroom. When you take a seat on your bed, you tap on your lap, Hyeju following instantly to straddle you and sit atop your lap. Hyeju pulls the hair stick out of her bun followed by the hair claw. Her hair falls apart, cascading down her back and shoulders. Her accessories are placed atop the bedside table before she runs her hands through her hair, arranging it neatly. Hyeju stares intently at you, lust burning behind her gaze. Her shirt rides up, spreading open, exposing all of her chest for your viewing pleasure. You rest your hands on her hips, admiring her ethereal beauty. If you weren’t turned on earlier, you are now.
“Oh wow. Wow. Hyeju, shit. You’re gorgeous.”
She blushes as she pulls her glasses off her face. “Thank you, boss.”
Can I kiss you?“
"Yes, please.”
You smile, leaning towards Hyeju. Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. Hyeju’s lips are so soft, and kissing her is something you’ll never get tired of. If anything, she’s just as good a kisser as Chuu is. You slide a hand from her hips up to her back, and when she doesn’t resist, you stroke her back over her dress shirt. Hyeju swipes a tongue over your lips, and you meet her tongue with yours, swirling around the other. She moans into the kiss, her deep voice becoming even deeper with lust.
“Boss, let me.”
Hyeju plants her lips on your neck, nibbling on the skin. Her fingers reach for the buttons on your shirt, popping them open as she sucks on your neck. She pushes you over, grinding on your bulge as she works her mark on your neck. You groan under her efforts as she spreads open your shirt and runs a hand across the exposed skin, across your toned chest, your solid abs, her fingers circling and pinching your nipples. Hyeju pauses only to rip her own shirt off her body, leaving both you and her topless. You sit back up, flipping Hyeju over. You rip your shirt off you, throwing it aside, then start to mark her neck the same way she marked you.
“Hyeju-yah, you’re so pretty.”
Hyeju’s flush goes all the way down her neck. She squirms, unable to meet your gaze, hiding her gleeful smile behind her hand. She’s never been one to accept compliments well, so this is the best reaction you’ll get. Shy Hyeju, baby wolf Hyeju, the cutest Secretary Hyeju.
Her high-pitched whine when you bite down on her skin only gets sharper when you knead her left breast. The vocalizations of her pleasure send tingles down your spine, down to your shaft. Your shaft strains against the prison constructed by your clothing. Hyeju is just as aroused as you are, if her moans and the sound of her thighs rubbing against each other are any indication.
When you’ve left your mark on Hyeju, you retake her lips. Hyeju loves slow, sensual sex, and you want to make sure she enjoys the experience. Unlike Chuu, who loves being used as a toy and railed, Hyeju enjoys the more tender aspects of sex. She adores the intimacy of copulation, regardless of relationship status. Essentially, each time you share a bed with Hyeju, you make love to her, even though the both of you are not in a relationship.
Hyeju’s soft moans are exquisite. She archs her back into your touch, subtly demanding more. You carry on kneading the supple flesh of her left breast, your tongues sliding over the other in a torrid kiss. The cub grabs your hand with her own, pushing your hand against her body. Her free hand kneads her right breast, tugging at her nipples to increase the pleasure she feels.
You break the torrid kiss to trail chaste pecks against her skin. You want to taste her skin, drink in her body. A mutual interest, perhaps—she loves intimacy, and you love babying your secretary just the way she likes it. Your path leads you down the valley between her breasts, each peck paired with a swipe of your tongue against her skin. When you circle her right nipple with your tongue, Hyeju gasps. She cradles your head with her hands as you nibble on the taut nub, rolling the other nipple with your fingers.
“Ah—Boss, it feels so good, oh!”
“I’m glad, Hyeju.”
The clicking of a belt being undone reaches your ears. Hyeju is clearly impatient—she’s already working the button and zipper of her pants, trying to pull them off her. You grab her hands, pulling them aside as you tug on the waistband yourself. Hyeju lifts her hips, and you pull her pants off her, exposing all of her to you. You work on your own pants and socks next as Hyeju stares in anticipation, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly, thighs squeezed together in arousal. When you’re fully exposed to her, Hyeju spreads her legs open. Her juices drip all over her crotch and thighs, staining your sheets. Hyeju whimpers when she sees how hard you are, your precum dripping from the tip, shaft twitching ever so often. You stare at her, admiring her from top to bottom, from her beautiful eyes, her open lips, the creamy skin of her shoulders, the supple flesh of her chest, her delicious thighs. What demands your attention is the pink, puffy slit, dripping with Hyeju’s desire for you. Her pussy clenches under your lustful gaze, her clit poking out of its hood.
“Boss, I want you, quick, please!”
You pull your wallet from the pocket of your discarded pants, retrieving a packet from within. Rip it open, roll the condom over your shaft. Hyeju bites her finger, eyes on your every move.
Hyeju is one of the few that request for you to use protection during sex. You always honor the request—if she’s happy, you’re happy.
“Ready?” You line yourself up with Hyeju’s pussy. On her nod, you part her walls with your shaft, pushing in inch by inch. Both you and Hyeju moan into the other’s ear, your grunts and her gasps mingling within the bedroom. When you hilt, you begin to pull out, but Hyeju grabs your arm to stop you.
“Wait, please.”
You freeze, cradling her head.
“Are you okay?”
“More than.” Hyeju draws a shaky breath, her hand covering her mouth. “You feel so good in me. Just… just let me enjoy it for a bit.”
You adjust both you and Hyeju to wrap an arm around her. The other rests behind her head, and you kiss her neck, her chin, her earlobe. Hyeju whimpers with each kiss, the sound muffled against her hand.
“Don’t cover yourself, Hye. Let it out. You sound beautiful.”
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