Born to Be a Secretary

The wet, sucking sounds grated sharply against his ears. Squelch, smack, smack.
Unable to suppress the ticklish sensation on the flesh gliding smoothly inside his mouth, Kwon Youngjae twisted his waist.
But the firm grip wouldn’t allow him to escape at all. As the hands wrapped tightly around his waist and the nape of his neck squeezed as if to crush the flesh, a low, aching sound slipped from Heewon’s lips.

The kiss deepened gradually. At thirty-one years old, it was impossible to say experience was lacking, yet Kwon Youngjae’s tongue play was the most thrilling in his entire life. It was as if there was nothing he couldn’t do.
The tip of his tongue, reaching all the way to the back of his throat, slipped out softly, scratching the ridges of the roof of his mouth, causing an involuntary moan. Heewon opened his eyes briefly to shake off the goosebumps clinging to his body. The moment he met those flashing eyes directly in front of him, a chill ran deeper than before, freezing him stiff.
Startled that Kwon had been watching him with eyes open the entire time during the kiss, Heewon gripped the loosely held robe tighter with his fingers.

The lust-tainted beast’s eyes, black and boiling with heat, reflected Heewon’s face, on the verge of collapse, clearly within them.
“Executive Director, uh, hmm.”
He pushed against the pressed chest, but Kwon sealed their lips even more tightly, swallowing every gap. His hand, sliding under the jacket, fondled the flesh covered by the thin shirt, and before long, the jacket slipped off the shoulder with a soft thud.

“Hngh… ugh.”
Just removing one layer of clothing sent a chill rushing through him. The warmth inside the room was so cozy, yet his body trembled uncontrollably. It was a strange feeling.
When Heewon twisted his waist as if shivering, Kwon rubbed his hot body against him. Not only grabbing Heewon’s hair and bending his head back, but he also nuzzled his neck and ears, rubbing and drooling. Truly beastlike and crude behavior—something unimaginable from the usual Kwon Youngjae.

Every move he made was intended to find and mark the pheromones. Though he rejected Omega pheromones, being an Alpha by nature, these were instinctual actions.
But would anything come of it? No matter how much he sniffed and smelled, all that would come from Heewon was his natural scent.
Still, Kwon sniffed cruelly and sucked on the flesh heavily. Seeing that pitiful figure, Heewon surrendered his body and tried to catch his breath.

The only scent Heewon could detect from Kwon was that of wet water and soap. There was no way to know how strong the pheromones Kwon was currently emitting were.
Could Heewon handle an Alpha in rut?
No one could guarantee how long Kwon could keep his reason. It would be fortunate if it ended with just the kiss, but if he suddenly lost control…

The thick tongue lazily licked Heewon’s lips. As if sensing Heewon’s wandering thoughts, Kwon bit his lower lip quite hard.
Ah, into the open mouth parted with a moan, the heated flesh stabbed in like a spike. The kiss deepened instantly, scattering any stray thoughts and plunging Heewon’s mind into gloom. Unable to bear looking directly at Kwon, Heewon simply chose to close his eyes.
The intensifying passion made even his breathing falter. He couldn’t keep his wits. Even though he should be leading this, here he was, being swept away by Kwon. His usually sharp mind was slack in this crucial moment.
This is maddening...

Should he abruptly stand up and break away, or surrender to the flowing mood? Standing at the crossroads, Heewon absentmindedly lowered his gaze, feeling a heavy thump against his lower abdomen.
“…Hic!”
A breath close to a startle escaped. Between the loosely open robe, Kwon’s shadow was nodding its head, tapping at Heewon’s lower belly.

He hurriedly pulled the loosened robe together to cover the threatening area. It was useless though. The fully erect thing revealed itself no matter what. It was to a level where one could doubt if it had a mind of its own.
Though unintended, as he covered it with the robe, their hands kept brushing. Each time, Kwon’s member nodded in pleasure as if to say thank you and leaked thick Cooper’s fluid.
He exhaled a long sigh, showing he was troubled as well. The crease between his brows never smoothed. His sharp eyes narrowed fiercely.

“What are you doing? If you’re going to keep touching, just go ahead.”
“…I can’t do that.”
“What’s so special about it? Secretary Kim’s got the same thing.”

Not the same at all. This was too big and disgusting.
Honestly, the color and shape were flawless. Like Kwon, his member was quite handsome.
If there was a dick [N O V E L I G H T] competition, it would surely take first place… but the size was outrageously large. Considering his build, it felt abnormal.

He truly pitied the rut partner who would have to handle this. No matter how much money was paid, it was an absurd task.
While lost in these needless thoughts, Kwon’s expression darkened as if he had reached his limit. He leaned back and started stroking himself vigorously. Heewon watched, dumbfounded and oblivious to manners, as the thick shaft swept rapidly from base to tip.
Soon enough, the cum shot up. The amount dripping from between his fingers was astonishing. The raw, fishy, and erotic scent quickly filled Heewon’s nostrils.

Looking down in shock, Heewon’s face reflected horror. Despite ejaculating moments ago, Kwon’s cock was still rock hard. Rather, it looked even angrier and redder than before, bristling with rage.
“D-Does this never die? Without even a break like this?”
“…What the hell do you think rut is?”

He had underestimated the rut too much. Perhaps because Kwon had spoken properly and shown some reason, Heewon had thought it would be fine.
In truth, Kwon had been struggling hard to suppress his nature. The member was an entity separate from the head, faithfully fulfilling its rut duty on its own.
Feeling the danger, Heewon slowly backed away. Dragging his butt along the floor to escape, but the sofa suddenly blocked his retreat.

Kwon swiftly stepped forward and pressed their lips together again. He gasped in frustration from the insatiable lust.
Heewon’s lips were stolen completely, but he tightly grabbed the back of Kwon’s head. It was like the only leash that could control the rut-crazed beast. Still, Kwon’s soft hair wound gently around his fingers, making him deeply feel that this was not a beast, but the Executive Director Kwon he knew.
Every inch of flesh—lips, neck—was bitten thoroughly. The tongue licking with saliva sent shivers down Heewon’s spine and muffled groans escaped.

Fortunately, Kwon was restraining himself. Without the sedative, he might have already collapsed and ravaged Heewon like a dog.
His large hands gripped Heewon’s chest tightly. Though flat and easy to hold, Kwon squeezed as if to tear the flesh off.
“Ugh, uh.”

The nipples hardened from the mix of pain and pleasure. At that moment, Kwon mercilessly scratched the erect nipple tips with his thumb.
“Ah-ugh!”
Startled by the sound he made, Heewon shut his mouth tightly. Kwon’s eyes immediately turned cold.

“Cooperate, will you?”
“I am… I’m… uh, uh.”
As he tried to answer, the heated tongue crept in again. While helplessly enduring the wild kiss, Heewon’s chest was simultaneously teased.

His shirt was crumpled by the reckless hands, and the useless tie hung forlornly. As the stimulation overwhelmed his body and it started sliding down, Heewon braced his gluteal muscles to barely hold his posture.
“Hngh, Secretary Kim, stand right there.”
Kwon’s low voice accompanied the crushing squeeze of the nipple with his fingertip.

“You’re touching me like that, of course I’m hard… ah, yes!”
Before finishing his sentence, Kwon bent his head and took the pronounced shape into his mouth. Sucking wetly through the shirt, Heewon groaned again, scraping the carpet with his shoe heel.
The stimulation was so intense he couldn’t tell himself to stop. Knowing the other person wasn’t someone who would do this casually made the disconnect shake Heewon all the more.

He wished he had just drunk a lot of alcohol. Kwon was half turned away, and Heewon alone was still clear-headed, making it harder to endure.
After a long while of sucking, both sides of the shirt were soaked. The opaque fabric clung wetly to the nipples’ red contours, creating a far more provocative image than being completely naked.