Outside, beyond my back, I could see people coming and going and a few cars. The sky, without a single cloud, was a blue as if pigment had been poured across it. Beneath the peaceful, quiet view, only sticky sounds and pained moans echoed inside the CEO’s office.

“Ah...”

I let out a thin moan and leaned my back against the window. At one moment my fingertips scraped the glass; at another, I rubbed the back of my head against it like I was going out of my mind. I tried to push his shoulder away with one hand, but it didn’t do much.

“Stop, hff...”

His hot mouth took my sex all the way to the root. Deep in his throat he tightened around the head while his tongue softly wrapped the shaft. The pleasure hit like dropping off a cliff, and I hurriedly slapped a hand over my mouth.

“...Hng.”

Ah, I might get a taste for this.

Thinking that, I looked down through dimming eyes. I could see neatly set hair and a straight forehead. His lowered lashes were very demure, but beneath the high bridge of his nose those flushed lips were wrapped around something embarrassing. My twitching thigh was already captured in one large hand, and the more I tried to push him away, the more dogged his movements became.

“Kwon Yido, I’m about to... hff...”

I couldn’t bring myself to touch his head, so I only pressed down on his shoulder. Kneeling on the office floor, he stroked my thigh gently as if to soothe me. At the same time, as if to keep me from running, he tugged the back of my thigh firmly toward him.

“Mm—!”

Soft mucosa wrapped my ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) sex in heat. A zing of electricity ran through me and I thunked the back of my head against the window. Eyes screwed shut, I tightened my lower abdomen and bit down on my tongue.

“...!”

The pleasure that had been slowly rising burst with a pop the instant he constricted his throat again. Clutching his shoulders hard, I spilled inside that narrow throat. Even as I pumped out the last of it, he didn’t take me out of his mouth. He only worked his Adam’s apple with calm ease and took in everything I poured out.

“Haa...”

My heart pounded like I’d just run the 100 meters. My ears burned scarlet with humiliation, and yet I felt full to the point of satisfaction. As I let out a languid breath and loosened my body, only then did Kwon Yido let me slip from his mouth.

“You came a lot.”

That refined voice lofted a leisurely appraisal. Saliva, or something else—those glossy lips looked indecent in the extreme. He flicked out his tongue to lick my glans and then lifted only his eyes to look up at me.

“Want me to do it again?”

“...I’m good, thanks.”

I pushed him away and hastily straightened my pants. When I buckled up and fastened my belt, he clicked his tongue like it was a shame. He was still on his knees in front of me, so I grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet.

“Get up. Why are you like that.”

Who would have imagined it. That Kwon Yido would kneel whenever and wherever. That he’d put my sex in his mouth without a hint of hesitation and show he wanted more like he was reluctant to stop.

“Ugh, your pants are wrinkled...”

I frowned as I looked over his trousers. The outfit that had been pristine without a crease went to ruin whenever he stepped into the CEO’s office. Of course, even that didn’t look strange when it was on him.

“It’s fine. No one will know.”

He slipped an arm around my waist and brushed a quick kiss to my lips. He didn’t make it a real kiss, probably because he’d just had come in his mouth. Even when I said I didn’t mind, he was the type to be oddly particular about that.

“I think you should worry more about your expression than me, Sejin.”

“......”

I had nothing to say, so I just kept my mouth shut. I hadn’t checked a mirror, but I was pretty sure my face was still red. Seeing me like that, he gave a ticklish little laugh and pecked my lips again.

“Cool your face and come out. I’ll go first.”

Saying that, he stepped back and straightened his clothes. He gave his shoulders a shake where I’d gripped them, fixed his tie, and checked his pants. Good thing I hadn’t mussed his hair. He didn’t look much different from when he’d walked into the office.

“Then I’ll wait in the conference room, sir.”

Smiling politely, he gave a slight bow and turned his back. I watched that broad back and covered my flushed face with a hand. It had already been three months since we started dating.

***

Last winter was a season of unusually brutal cold. Snow fell without end, and in the mornings and evenings a wind cut like knives. When I came in to work, the office felt like a refrigerator, and if I opened a window even briefly, the staff’s complaints wouldn’t stop.

But even such a season ends as time goes on. The year turned, and before I could blink, spring began to creep close. The piled-up snow melted away without a sound, and now there were even employees who took the initiative to air things out.

In the meantime, “Sejin” signed a full exclusive contract with the Seonho Foundation. The collaboration products had gotten a very strong response, and donations that year were higher than usual. The contract had started with Kwon Yido’s proposal, but after that I reached out directly to Kwon Ikyung.

'Sejin, long time no see.'

When I contacted her using the card she’d given me at the funeral, Kwon Ikyung readily agreed to meet, to my surprise. Having taken ownership of the Myeongseong Hotel in place of the missing Kwon Ijeong, she said she was run ragged with work for the welfare and cultural foundations. Maybe it was thanks to being able to focus on what interested her—when we met again, she looked much happier than last time.

'You want to make this project long-term?'

She didn’t ask about my relationship with Kwon Yido; she only reviewed the project I proposed with a serious face. The way she focused was, as expected, very much like Yido’s. After hearing all my explanations, she said with a mischievous look:

'I’m all for it. If I work with you, Ido will volunteer without even taking money.'

Saying the results were always different when Ido was involved, she cheered on her brother’s doormat behavior. She didn’t seem to know how our relationship had changed, only that he was working hard at something. To me, who kept my mouth shut, she offered gently: 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

'Hye-yul wants to see you, so make some time next time.'

Maybe it was just a pleasantry, but hearing it left me with a sudden feeling. That that little girl remembered me hit harder than I would have thought. I must have smiled without meaning to.

'Tell her to come with her uncle.'

The atmosphere has changed, she said. I didn’t need to ask to know she meant it positively. We stood with a promise to meet again for the next contract, and not long after, the contract between “Sejin” and the Seonho Foundation was signed.

“...I told you not to do this at the office.”

And so here I was now, sitting in a conference room with the man who appointed himself our point of contact. He didn’t come every day like before, but he made sure to have a weekly meeting. He was fine at handling work, so that was whatever; the one problem was situations like earlier.

“All I’m guilty of is helping you get off.”

Maybe the problem was that I felt bad for making him hard and then let him do everything. If I spoiled him wrong, I spoiled him very wrong. Whenever we ended up alone, he showered me with affection at all hours. I should have known when he called the office window a magic mirror. At this rate I was worried we’d actually go all the way here.

“It’s because you keep touching me.”

“Did I?”

Playing dumb, he answered like it was nothing. And who was it that slathered pheromones around the second he came to my office? No, maybe the problem was me hunching my neck when his hand stroked my ear in that syrupy way. By the time I came to, he had me pressed to the window and was on his knees in front of me.

“You can’t just do that anywhere.”

At least he behaved in the conference room when we had meetings; that was something. As for the office, as long as I locked the door, no matter what anyone tried outside, they couldn’t see in. And he was quick to read the room—if I truly refused, he didn’t push further.

“If it tastes bad, why do you keep...”

“I got used to it, and it’s fine.”

Answering shamelessly, he turned his eyes to the documents. His outfit looked ascetic, as if nothing had happened. A man like that, a pervert who gets me hard while sucking me off—if the world’s wrong, it’s very wrong.

“If you keep this up, I won’t let you come.”

At my firm warning, he made a troubled face. He didn’t look repentant about earlier; he clearly just worried I might really bar him. We were seeing each other every day anyway—why was a brief daytime meeting so precious to him.

Because we’d spent a good bit of time in the office, the meeting ended earlier than expected. He checked the time first and stood, and I gathered the paperwork and followed. The new product was also nearly fully prepped for release.

“Get home safe.”

As always, I walked him to the elevator. He checked the numbers on the panel and glanced around. Then he bent his head and pecked the corner of my eye.

“I’ll come pick you up later.”

It was as light as a falling feather. So brief that I felt a flicker of wanting more. But I couldn’t hold him here, so I made myself see him off with a straight face.

“I’ll text you.”

Sssht—the elevator doors closed. With a clunk, the car began to descend. Maybe about five floors down. I forced my reluctant feet to turn toward the office.

“......”

And then our eyes met. With the employees who had their heads stuck out past the glass wall. Not one or two, but more people than I could count.

We’re screwed, I thought. Their eyes were widened in shock. I was sure he’d checked the coast. I thought no one was there, and that was why I let him kiss me.

“......”

I smoothed my face as best I could and walked toward the office. When I opened the transparent glass door and stepped in, a prickling number of gazes rained down on me. They were too direct to ignore, so I had no choice but to ask them:

“...Does no one have work?”

“Sir!”

One employee called out to me in a shrill voice. When I twitched at the corner of my eye, another voice piped up from the other side, aggrieved.

“You kept saying it wasn’t true!”

Well, with eyes in their heads, how could they have missed it. If the angle hadn’t been so impeccable that it luckily didn’t look exactly like a kiss, that would have been something. Listening to their various protests, I could only give them an embarrassed smile.

“Let’s be precise. I never said it wasn’t true.”

When we signed the exclusive with Seonho, the staff had revived their earlier insistence on our romance. That Kwon Yido couldn’t forget me and had come back; strictly speaking, it wasn’t all wrong.

“You just never answered and kept smiling.”

“Ha-ha... Did I?”

“See? Just like now!”

I hadn’t planned to hide it, but I also hadn’t planned to flaunt it. They weren’t the type to judge harshly over that, but I couldn’t look like a CEO who didn’t know how to separate business and personal.

Well... too late for that now.

“When did you two start seeing each other? Huh?”

They showed the intense interest of middle schoolers in puberty about me and Yido. Clearly they’d found a fun bit of gossip to avoid work. I knew it—“I knew it,” “Who confessed first,” and so on; excited chatter poured on without end.

“Obviously Executive Director Kwon confessed. Bet he fell for the CEO at first sight.”

“Hey, the CEO is our company mascot!”

“Still, at Executive Director Kwon’s level...”

The wild speculation gradually settled into a single story: that after endless courting from Kwon Yido, I finally accepted him. Not completely wrong again, but there was one correction to make.

“I’m the one who said we should date.”

Since I was the one who said we should date, in the end I was the one who confessed, wasn’t I. I didn’t know how he’d react if he heard that, but that’s how it seemed to me. The employees’ eyes went round with surprise at my words.

“...Wow.”

Someone let out an exclamation. After a brief lull, jeers and squeals erupted. “Goosebumps,” “A man who gets it done when it counts.” When the ruckus finally died down, they nodded and said, in genuinely warm voices:

“You two really do suit each other.”

It was funny—how even a comment like that could make me feel good. Having an unvarnished relationship acknowledged by others was more satisfying than I’d imagined.

“Oh, and you all know the foundation collaboration has nothing to do with Executive Director Kwon, right?”

“Of course! It’s not like we’ve only watched you for a day or two.”

They wrapped that topic up at a good moment. No one seemed to take it badly, and no one pushed jokes too far. I really had hired well. Thinking that, I let out a soft chuckle.

“All right, back to work, everyone.”

***

Toward evening, sunset began to stain the sky. The days were still short, so darkness would fall in the blink of an eye. I saw off the employees going home, grabbed my coat, and went down to the parking lot.

“Sejin.”

He had parked in the private lot and was waiting for me. Since we started dating, he hadn’t missed a single day of picking me up from work. Even though he had a driver, he’d drive himself and personally open the passenger door for me.

So this is what he meant by doing better. Thanks to going home with him every day, Lee Taeseong and Mr. Kim lucked into clocking out on time. Taeseong seemed pleased to have time for dates; Mr. Kim, for some reason, often wore a complicated expression. Like a parent whose child had been stolen—that thought I couldn’t bring myself to say aloud.

“You come get me every day... when do you even work.”

I snorted watching him get in the driver’s seat. He curled the corner of his lips softly and reached for me. After fastening my seat belt, he naturally made a little pecking sound with a kiss.

“Because I’m very capable.”

Coming from Kwon Yido, the glib answer was oddly convincing. He wasn’t about to tank his company because he’d gone love-drunk; clearly he handled work when he wasn’t with me. Come to think of it, I’d heard productivity had skyrocketed recently.

“So, what do you want to eat?”

He asked gently, and I clasped the hand he’d rested on his thigh. He didn’t start the car; instead he laced our fingers loosely and stroked the back of my hand with his thumb.

Since we started dating, he acted like a man desperate for contact every chance he got. Kisses on eyes, cheeks, lips were a given; even when we were just holding hands, he’d lift them to kiss the back.

“I don’t know... I’m not that hungry.”

“You should eat anyway.”

How could he have ever thought of breaking up with me when he liked me this much. I could feel my heartbeat thudding through my whole body. Our pheromones wafted and mixed until the car was already full of scent.

“Should we go to Uiseondang.”

He said it casually and squeezed my hand. Out of habit, I squeezed back—and with a thought popping up, I parted my lips. Tomorrow was the weekend, and there were things I needed to pick up after a very long time.

“Do you want to go to your place, Kwon Yido?”