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The merger talks had been dragging on for weeks, and Chaewon’s father was desperate. His company—once a solid mid-tier player in tech distribution—was bleeding money after a string of terrible investments. Bankruptcy loomed like a dark cloud, and the only lifeline was Nakamura Tech, run by some hotshot young CEO who had turned a startup into an empire in under five years.
“Wear this,” her father had said, shoving a garment bag at her that morning. Inside was a black dress that looked more like lingerie than business attire: low-cut neckline plunging almost to her navel, hem barely grazing mid-thigh, thin straps that did nothing to hide the sides of her breasts. “The CEO likes pretty women. Can’t resist them. Just… be nice, Chaewon-ah. Smile. Flirt a little. We need this merger.”
Chaewon had stared at him in disgust. “You want me to prostitute myself for your bad decisions?”
It’s not like that,” he’d snapped. “It’s business. Just distract her long enough for me to close the deal.”
Her. The CEO was a woman. That was the only small relief. Chaewon had prayed it wouldn’t be some leering old man. She’d agreed—because what choice did she have? Her father controlled the trust fund, the apartment, everything. One wrong move and she’d be cut off.
So here she was, sitting in the pristine boardroom of Nakamura Tower, legs crossed tightly because the dress rode up with every breath. Her father was droning on about synergies and market share, sliding documents across the polished table.
Across from them sat the CEO.
Young. Maybe twenty-four, twenty-five. Sharp jawline, glasses perched on a perfectly straight nose. She wore a crisp white button-up tucked into tailored black slacks, sleeves rolled to the elbows, a thin black tie knotted loosely. She looked like a college student playing dress-up as a powerful executive.
Except Chaewon knew that face.
Four days earlier, she’d been having the worst day of her life.
Late for a meeting, phone blowing up with messages from creditors, heels already killing her feet. She’d been storming down a crowded sidewalk, iced Americano in hand, when she collided with someone solid.
The coffee exploded.
Half of it splashed across a pristine white button-up, soaking through to reveal toned abs underneath.
The rest arced beautifully down Chaewon’s own chest, turning her thin white blouse transparent. Her black bra was suddenly on full display, nipples hardening from the cold liquid.
She looked up, And saw the culprit staring.
Not at her face. At her tits.
Chaewon lost it.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” she snarled, stepping forward.
The girl’s eyes snapped up, wide with panic. “I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t see—”
“You didn’t see?” Chaewon’s voice rose, shrill and furious. People were stopping to stare. “You’re staring at my tits like a goddamn pervert while your clumsiness ruins my shirt? Do you have any idea how much this cost?”
She grabbed the girl’s tie—silk, expensive—and yanked her down hard. The girl stumbled forward, hands raised in surrender.
“I said I was sorry,” the girl stammered, cheeks flushing. “Let me buy you another coffee—”
“Buy me another coffee?” Chaewon laughed, bitter and venomous. “You think that fixes this? You think I want anything from a weird, clumsy little creep like you?”
Her hand moved before she could think. The slap cracked across the girl’s cheek, sharp and loud. The girl’s head snapped to the side, glasses askew.
Chaewon shoved her back, hard. “Watch where you’re going next time, pervert.”
She stormed off, heart pounding, ignoring the murmurs of the crowd and the way her soaked shirt clung to her skin.
She never looked back.
And now that same girl was sitting across from her, pen poised over the merger contract, staring at Chaewon like she was trying to solve a puzzle.
Kim Chaewon, you are fucking idiot
Her father didn’t notice the tension. He kept talking numbers. The CEO—Nakamura Kazuha, according to the nameplate—listened politely, but her dark eyes kept drifting to Chaewon. To her legs. Her chest. Her mouth.
When the presentation finally ended, Kazuha smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes.
"Mr. Kim,” she said smoothly, “could you give me a moment alone with your daughter? I have a few… personal questions about her role in the transition.”
Her father beamed. “Of course! Take all the time you need.”
He practically bounced out of the room.The door clicked shut.
Silence.
Kazuha leaned back in her chair, removing her glasses and setting them aside. She looked different without them—sharper. Predatory.
“You slapped me,” she said conversationally.
Chaewon’s stomach dropped. “I—”
“Grabbed me by my tie. Called me a pervert. Left a handprint on my face too” Kazuha tilted her head. “Do you remember?”
Chaewon swallowed. “It was an accident. The coffee—”
“You spilled it on yourself too, if I recall.” Kazuha’s gaze dropped deliberately to Chaewon’s chest. “Made quite the mess.”
Heat flooded Chaewon’s face. “Look, I’m sorry. I was having a bad day—”
“You were a bitch.”
The word hung in the air. Chaewon flinched.
Kazuha stood, walking around the table until she was standing over her. Up close, she was taller than Chaewon remembered. Broader in the shoulders. Stronger.
“I should throw this merger out the window,” Kazuha murmured. “Let your father’s company rot. But…."
She reached out, tipping Chaewon’s chin up with two fingers.
“I’m feeling generous.”
Chaewon hated how her pulse jumped. “What do you want?”
Kazuha smiled. “Come back tomorrow. Same time. preferably alone. Your father doesn’t need to be here for the final discussion."
“And then you’ll sign?”
“If you behave,” Kazuha said softly, “I’ll sign.”
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The next day, Chaewon wore something less revealing—a pencil skirt and silk blouse—but it didn’t matter. Her father had practically shoved her into the car, babbling about how close they were.
Kazuha dismissed him within five minutes.
"Mr. Kim, I’ve reviewed everything. I just need to finalize a few details with Chaewon-ssi. Why don’t you wait downstairs? I’ll have my assistant call when we’re done.”
Her father hesitated, then nodded eagerly and left.
The door locked behind him.
Kazuha turned to Chaewon, leaning against the conference table with her arms crossed. That cocky little smirk was back, the one that made Chaewon want to slap her all over again. But she couldn’t. Not this time.
"Lock confirmed,” Kazuha said casually, as if she hadn’t just sealed them in like prey. She pushed off the table, circling Chaewon slowly, like a shark scenting blood. “You look almost respectable today. Trying to pretend you’re not daddy’s little whore?”
Chaewon’s cheeks burned. “Don’t call me that.”
“Don’t call you what?” Kazuha stopped behind her, voice dropping low. “A whore? But that’s exactly what you are, isn’t it? Daddy dressed you up yesterday like a cheap escort, sent you in here to shake your tits at me until I signed his pathetic little merger. And when that didn’t work fast enough, here you are again. Willing.”
“I’m not willing,” Chaewon spat, turning to face her. “I’m here because I have to be.”
Kazuha laughed—short, sharp, utterly condescending. “You always have a choice. You just don’t like the consequences of the other one.” She stepped closer, towering over Chaewon in her heels. “Your daddy’s company dies. You lose the penthouse, the credit cards, the designer bags. Poor little rich girl suddenly has to work for a living. How tragic.”
Chaewon’s fists clenched at her sides. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Immensely.” Kazuha reached out, flicking open the top button of Chaewon’s blouse with deliberate slowness. “You know, I was going to sign anyway. Your father’s company is a decent acquisition—cheap, desperate, easy to gut and rebuild. But then I saw it was you.”
Another button. Then another.
“I remembered that day on the street,” Kazuha continued, voice velvet and venom. “You, screaming in my face like a fucking banshee. Grabbing my tie. Slapping me. All because I looked at your tits for two seconds after you spilled coffee all over both of us.”
Chaewon opened her mouth to argue, but Kazuha’s hand shot up, gripping her jaw hard.
“No. You don’t get to talk yet.” Her thumb pressed against Chaewon’s bottom lip, forcing it open slightly. “I was polite. I apologized. I offered to buy you a new drink, a new shirt, whatever you wanted. And you assaulted me. In public. Like I was some disgusting creep.”
Kazuha released her jaw only to trail her fingers down Chaewon’s throat, over her collarbone, dipping into the opening of her blouse.
“I’m only human, Chaewon-ah,” she murmured. “And you have very nice tits. Anyone would’ve looked. But you? You decided to humiliate me for it. So now…” Her hand slipped fully inside the blouse, cupping one lace-clad breast roughly. “Now I get to humiliate you.”
Chaewon gasped, trying to step back, but Kazuha’s other hand clamped onto her hip, holding her in place.
“Take off the blouse.”
“No.”
Kazuha’s grip tightened painfully on her breast. “Take. It. Off. Or I call security, tell them you tried to bribe me with sex for the merger, and watch your entire life burn. its your choice.”
Chaewon’s hands shook as she unbuttoned the rest, letting the silk slide off her shoulders. She stood in her bra, skirt, and heels, arms instinctively covering herself.
Kazuha tsked. “Arms down. Let me see what daddy paid for.”
Slowly, Chaewon lowered her arms.
Kazuha’s eyes raked over her like she was property. “Turn around.”
Chaewon did, hating every second.
“Bend over the table.”
“You can’t—”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” Kazuha snapped. “This is my building. My company. My rules. And right now, you’re just a spoiled little cunt who needs to learn some manners.”
Chaewon bent over the table, palms flat on the cool wood. She heard Kazuha move behind her—the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt.
Then hands on her hips, yanking her skirt up to her waist.
“Cute,” Kazuha said, snapping the waistband of Chaewon’s thong. “Lace. Black. Did you wear this hoping I’d fuck you?"
“Fuck you,” Chaewon whispered.
Kazuha’s hand came down hard on her ass—crack. The sting made Chaewon yelp.
“Wrong answer.” Another slap, harder. “Try again. Did you wear these slutty little panties for me?”
Chaewon bit her lip, tears pricking her eyes. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes… I wore them for you.”
“Good girl.” Kazuha’s voice was mocking. She hooked her fingers in the thong and ripped it clean off, the fabric tearing easily. “These were in my way.”
Chaewon heard the zipper next. Then nothing. Just the sound of her own ragged breathing.
Then something thick and heavy slapped against her ass.
Chaewon froze at the weight of it—heavy, hot, and impossibly thick—resting against the curve of her ass like it owned the place. The slap of flesh on flesh echoed in the silent boardroom, obscene and deliberate.
Kazuha chuckled, low and cruel. “Feel that? That’s what you’ve been begging for with all your little games.”
Chaewon tried to twist around, to see, but Kazuha’s hand planted firmly between her shoulder blades, pinning her down against the table. Papers crinkled under her cheek. Her nipples scraped against the lace of her bra with every shallow breath.
"Don’t move,” Kazuha ordered. “You don’t get to look yet. You haven’t earned it.”
Another heavy slap of that monster cock against her skin—this time lower, dragging along the cleft of her ass, leaving a wet streak of precum. Chaewon’s thighs trembled. She hated how her body responded, how slick she already was between her legs, betraying her completely.
“You know,” Kazuha drawled, grinding the length along her slowly, teasingly, “I was raised to be polite. My mother would be so disappointed if she knew what I’m about to do to the girl who slapped me in the street. But then again…”
She leaned over Chaewon’s back, breath hot against her ear. “You made this personal. You put your hands on me. You called me a pervert for looking at these perfect little tits when they were practically served up on a platter. So now? Now I get to be the pervert you accused me of being.”
She straightened, gripping Chaewon’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Spread your legs wider.”
Chaewon hesitated one second too long.
Kazuha’s palm cracked across her ass again—three sharp, stinging blows in rapid succession. Chaewon cried out, the pain blooming hot across her skin.
“I said spread them. Or do I need to spank you until you’re crying like the spoiled brat you are?”
Tears already pricking her eyes, Chaewon shuffled her feet apart. The cool air hit her exposed pussy, and she knew—god, she knew—Kazuha could see how wet she was. How her body was reacting to this humiliation.
“Look at you,” Kazuha sneered, dragging two fingers through Chaewon’s folds without warning. They came away glistening. She held them up in front of Chaewon’s face. “Dripping like a desperate little slut. And you had the nerve to call me a pervert? You’re the one getting soaked from being treated like a slut."
Chaewon whimpered, turning her face away.
Kazuha grabbed her hair, forcing her to look. “Lick them clean.”
Chaewon’s tongue darted out, tasting herself on Kazuha’s fingers—salty, musky, humiliating. Kazuha watched with dark, triumphant eyes, pushing deeper into her mouth until Chaewon gagged.
“Good girl,” Kazuha purred, pulling her fingers free with a wet pop. “Now stay still.”
Kazuha didn’t give her time to brace herself.
She lined up that monstrous cock—thick, veined, flushed an angry red—and pushed the fat head against Chaewon’s entrance. Just the tip. Just enough to stretch her open, to make her feel how impossible the size was.
Chaewon’s breath hitched. “It’s too big—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Kazuha snapped, one hand splayed across the small of Chaewon’s back, pinning her flat. “You don’t get to complain. You wanted this merger so bad your daddy pimped you out for it. Now you take what I give you."
She thrust forward—hard.The head popped in with a wet, obscene sound. Chaewon screamed into the table, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the polished wood. It burned. It stretched. It felt like she was being split in half.
Kazuha didn’t stop. She fed inch after brutal inch into Chaewon’s trembling body, watching with cocky satisfaction as her belly started to distend, the outline of her cock pressing visibly upward beneath the skin.
“Look at that,” Kazuha breathed, pressing her palm flat against the bulge. “Feel me in your fucking guts, Chaewon-ah? That’s what a real cock feels like. Not those little rich-boy pricks you’re used to.”
Chaewon sobbed, legs shaking. She was so full she could barely breathe. Every tiny shift of Kazuha’s hips sent sparks of pain-pleasure shooting through her core.
When Kazuha finally bottomed out—balls deep, hips flush against Chaewon’s ass—she stayed there. Let Chaewon feel every throbbing inch.
“You’re crying already?” Kazuha mocked, leaning down on Chaewon's shoulders. “We haven’t even started.”
Then she pulled back—almost all the way out—and slammed back in.Chaewon’s scream echoed off the glass walls.Kazuha set a punishing pace from the start. No mercy. No slow build. Just brutal, deep thrusts that punched the air from Chaewon’s lungs and made her tits bounce painfully against the table. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet and filthy.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Kazuha growled, gripping Chaewon’s hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. “Like a virgin. Has no-one ever fucked you properly?"
Chaewon could only whimper.
“I’m gonna ruin this cunt. Gonna shape this tight little pussy into my cock"
Chaewon tried to hate it. Tried to focus on the humiliation, the degradation, the way Kazuha was using her like a toy.
But her body had other ideas.
Her pussy clenched greedily around the massive intrusion, slick dripping down her thighs. Every drag of that huge cock against her walls lit her nerves on fire. She was going to come. She could feel it building, shameful and unstoppable.
Kazuha felt it too.
“Already?” she laughed breathlessly. “Pathetic. You’re gonna come on the cock of the pervert. Go ahead. Come like the desperate whore you are.”
She reached around, pinching Chaewon’s clit hard.
Chaewon shattered.
Her orgasm hit like a freight train—screaming, shaking, squirting messily around Kazuha’s cock. Her vision whited out, toes curling in her heels as wave after wave crashed over her.
Kazuha didn’t stop. Fucked her right through it, prolonging the torment until Chaewon was sobbing from overstimulation.
Only then did she pull out.
Chaewon slumped against the table, legs barely holding her up, cum and slick dripping down her thighs.
But Kazuha wasn’t done.
“Turn around,” she ordered, voice rough. “On your knees.”
Chaewon’s legs gave out as she turned. She sank to the carpet, face level with Kazuha’s cock—glistening with her juices, still rock hard, veins pulsing. It was even bigger up close. The head flushed dark, precum beading at the slit.
Kazuha tangled a hand in Chaewon’s hair, yanking her head back. “Say 'ahh' ”
Chaewon’s jaw ached as she obeyed. Kazuha didn’t ease her into it. She shoved in deep, hitting the back of Chaewon’s throat on the first thrust.
Chaewon gagged, tears streaming, but Kazuha didn’t care.
“That’s it,” she groaned, hips rocking. “Choke on it. You slapped me for looking at your tits—now you get to worship my cock like the entitled little bitch you are.”
She fucked Chaewon’s throat with short, brutal thrusts, balls slapping against her chin. Saliva dripped down Chaewon’s chest, soaking into her bra.
Every time Chaewon gagged, Kazuha just pushed deeper.
“Look up at me,” she demanded.Chaewon did—teary-eyed, mascara running, lips stretched obscenely around the girth.
Kazuha smirked down at her. “That’s right. This is what you deserve."
She held Chaewon’s head still and thrust deep, nose buried in trimmed pubic hair, holding her there until Chaewon’s throat spasmed and her lungs wenting vision blurred.
Only then did she pull out, letting Chaewon gasp and cough.
But not for long.
Kazuha hauled Chaewon up by the hair like she weighed nothing, the smaller girl’s legs still trembling from the brutal fucking and the throat abuse. Chaewon’s mascara-streaked face was a mess—lips swollen, chin slick with spit and precum, eyes red and glassy. She looked thoroughly ruined, and Kazuha’s cock twitched at the sight.
“Up,” Kazuha commanded, spinning the executive chair around and dropping into it with arrogant ease. She spread her thighs wide, slacks pooled around her ankles now, that monstrous dick standing straight up like a fucking flagpole. Veins bulging, head angry and leaking, the whole thing slick with Chaewon’s juices.
Chaewon swayed on her feet, thighs sticky, pussy throbbing and gaping from the stretch. She tried to steady herself on the table, but Kazuha just grabbed her by the waist and lifted her like a doll.
“Sit,” she ordered, positioning Chaewon over her lap, knees forced to straddle either side of the chair. The fat head of her cock nudged insistently at Chaewon’s entrance again, smearing the mess of slick and cum already leaking out of her.
Chaewon whimpered, hands instinctively pushing at Kazuha’s shoulders. “I—I can’t, it’s too much—”
Kazuha’s laugh was low and cruel. “Too much? You haven’t even taken half of what you deserve yet, princess.” She yanked Chaewon down hard—no warning, no mercy.
The cock speared straight up into her in one brutal drop.
Chaewon screamed, back arching, nails digging into Kazuha’s shoulders through the crisp shirt. That impossible length punched deep again, the bulge in her belly reforming instantly—higher this time, the outline pressing obscenely against her lower ribs. Her walls fluttered helplessly around the intrusion, stretched to their absolute limit.
“Fuuuck,” Kazuha groaned, head falling back against the chair for a second, eyes half-lidded with smug satisfaction. “Look at you. Stuffed full like a proper cock sleeve. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? Daddy’s little bargaining chip, bouncing on the CEO’s dick to save his failing empire.”
Chaewon sobbed, trying to adjust, but Kazuha wasn’t having it. She gripped Chaewon’s hips bruisingly tight and lifted her—up until just the head remained inside—then slammed her back down. Again. Again. Setting a ruthless rhythm that had Chaewon bouncing like a ragdoll.
“Move your fucking hips,” Kazuha snarled, slapping Chaewon’s already-red ass hard enough to leave a fresh handprint. “Ride me. Earn that signature, you spoiled little cunt.”
Tears streamed down Chaewon’s face as she obeyed, thighs burning, hips rolling desperately. Every downward thrust forced that massive cock deeper, the head kissing her cervix, the bulge in her belly shifting visibly with each bounce. Her tits jiggled in the ruined lace bra, nipples hard and aching.
Kazuha watched it all with cocky, hooded eyes, one hand sliding up to grope Chaewon’s breast roughly, pinching the nipple until she cried out.
“That’s it,” she mocked, voice dripping with arrogance. “Bounce harder. Show me how bad you want daddy’s company to survive."
Chaewon's pussy was clenching greedily, slick dripping down Kazuha’s shaft and balls, pooling on the leather seat beneath them. The humiliation burned, but the pleasure was worse—hot, overwhelming, coiling tight in her gut again.
Kazuha’s phone buzzed on the table—loud in the quiet room filled only with wet slaps and Chaewon’s broken moans.
She didn’t even slow down. Just reached over with one hand, still using the other to force Chaewon up and down her cock like a fleshlight, and answered on speaker.
“Miss Nakamura!” Her assistant’s voice crackled through. “Mr. Kim is getting anxious downstairs. He asked what’s taking so long with the final details."
Chaewon froze, eyes wide with panic, but Kazuha’s grip tightened viciously on her hip
She forced Chaewon to keep riding, slow and deep, the wet sounds unmistakable if anyone was listening closely.
“Tell Mr. Kim,” Kazuha said smoothly, smirking straight into Chaewon’s horrified face, “that his daughter is being very… thorough. We’re ironing out some delicate clauses. She’s working extremely hard to make sure everything fits perfectly.”
Chaewon bit down on her lip to stifle a moan as Kazuha thrust up sharply, the bulge in her belly jumping.
“I—I see,” the assistant hesitated. “Shall I have coffee sent up?”
“No need,” Kazuha replied, reaching up to twist Chaewon’s nipple through the lace, making her gasp audibly. “Chaewon-ssi is already… keeping me very satisfied. We’ll be done when she’s finished swallowing everything I have to give her. Thank you.”
She hung up before the assistant could respond.
Chaewon was shaking—mortified, furious, unbearably turned on.
“You—you bitch,” she choked out, voice cracking as another orgasm built against her will, her hips stuttering on the downstroke.
Kazuha’s smirk widened into something downright predatory, eyes gleaming behind those slightly fogged glasses she’d pushed back up at some point saying she needed to see clearly. She looked every bit the cocky, untouchable CEO now—shirt still crisp despite the sweat at her collar, tie perfectly straight, while Chaewon was a wrecked mess impaled on her lap.
“Bitch?” Kazuha repeated, mocking, rolling the word on her tongue like it tasted sweet.
"That’s rich coming from the girl who slapped a stranger in broad daylight for daring to glance at her perfect little tits.” She punctuated it with a sharp upward thrust that made Chaewon’s breath hitch and the bulge in her belly jump visibly.
“But go ahead. Call me names. It just makes this tighter.”
She grabbed both of Chaewon’s breasts through the ruined lace bra—rough, possessive, squeezing hard enough to make Chaewon cry out. Her thumbs dug into the soft flesh, rolling over the hardened nipples with deliberate cruelty.
“These,” Kazuha growled, yanking the bra cups down so the lace scraped painfully over sensitive peaks, exposing them fully. “These are what started it all, remember? You spilled coffee all over them, made them bounce right in my face, and then lost your fucking mind when I looked for two seconds. Like I was supposed to be blind."
She pinched both nipples hard, twisting until fresh tears spilled down Chaewon’s cheeks.
“Well, now I get to look all I want.” Kazuha leaned forward, sucking one nipple into her mouth without warning—teeth grazing, tongue flicking, biting down just hard enough to make Chaewon’s back arch. She pulled off with a wet pop, leaving the bud red and swollen. “And touch. And mark. Because you’re mine to play with until I’m done.”
Chaewon sobbed, but her hips kept moving—chasing the friction despite herself, pussy fluttering helplessly around the massive cock splitting her open.
Kazuha released her breasts only to slap them—left, right, left again—watching them jiggle with smug satisfaction. “Bounce harder, will you? I’m not some quick-trigger college boy. You want me to cum? Earn it. Show me how grateful your are for saving your daddy's pathetic company.”
She leaned back in the chair, hands now gripping Chaewon’s ass cheeks, spreading them wide as she forced her to ride faster. The wet squelch of every thrust was obscene, Chaewon’s slick dripping down Kazuha’s balls and staining the expensive leather.
“Look at you,” Kazuha taunted, voice dripping arrogance. “Crying on my cock like a porn star. Bet you’ve never been fucked like this—never had someone actually fill this greedy cunt properly huh?"
She pressed her palm flat against the bulge in Chaewon’s belly again, pushing down hard as she thrust up. “Feel that? You’re never gonna forget this. Every time you look in the mirror and see these bruises on your tits, you’ll remember who put them there. Who made you squirt like a desperate slut on a boardroom chair.”
Chaewon’s orgasm hit without warning—harder than the last, her whole body seizing as she screamed into Kazuha’s shoulder, nails raking down the back of her neck. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, milking the cock buried inside her.
Kazuha groaned, hips stuttering for the first time. “Fuck—there it is. That’s what I wanted. Keep squeezing me just like that,"
She took over completely then—hands bruising Chaewon’s hips as she fucked up into her with short, savage thrusts. The chair creaked dangerously under the force. Chaewon was limp, oversensitive, reduced to whimpering with every slam.
“Gonna fill you up now,” Kazuha hissed through gritted teeth, “Gonna pump this spoiled pussy so full you’ll be leaking me for days. And you’re gonna take every drop like a good girl, aren’t you?"
Chaewon could only nod weakly, tears streaming.
Kazuha slammed her down one final time and came with a low, guttural growl—hips jerking as thick ropes of cum flooded Chaewon’s womb. There was so much it overflowed immediately, gushing out around the base of her cock with every pulse, dripping down onto the chair in messy rivulets.
She held Chaewon there, impaled and trembling, for a long minute—riding out the aftershocks, letting the smaller girl feel every throb deep inside.
Then, slowly, the cockiness drained from her face.
Kazuha’s grip softened from bruising to almost gentle. She eased Chaewon off her lap carefully, wincing at the wet sound as her cock slipped free, followed by a flood of cum that splattered onto the carpet.
Chaewon collapsed against her chest, shaking, unable to hold herself up.
“Hey… hey, breathe,” Kazuha murmured suddenly, voice completely different—soft, a little awkward, like the nerd from the street who’d tried to apologize. She wrapped strong arms around Chaewon’s back, holding her close. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”
Chaewon hiccuped, burying her face in Kazuha’s neck, mortified at the fresh wave of tears.
“I’m sorry,” Kazuha said quietly, one hand stroking her hair. “That was… a lot. I got carried away. You’re just—” She exhaled shakily. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Chaewon. Like unfairly. And I was pissed, and petty, and my dick definitely did most of the thinking there at the end. I shouldn’t have gone that hard.”
She reached for a box of tissues on the side table, gently wiping Chaewon’s face—smudged mascara, tear tracks, swollen lips. Then lower, cleaning between her thighs with careful, almost reverent touches.
“You did amazing,” she continued softly, voice cracking a little. “Seriously. Took everything like a champ. I’ve never—fuck, no one’s ever taken me like that. You were perfect.”
Chaewon let out a watery laugh despite herself. “You’re such a nerd.”
Kazuha huffed a laugh, cheeks pink. “I get that alot,” She helped Chaewon fix her bra, smoothing down the skirt as best she could. “Here, lean on me.”
She stood, tucking herself away and buckling her belt, then scooped Chaewon up bridal-style when her legs wobbled dangerously.
“I can walk,” Chaewon protested weakly.
“Not after that, you can’t,” Kazuha said firmly, carrying her to the private bathroom attached to the boardroom. She set her on the counter gently, wetting a soft towel and cleaning her up properly—between her legs, wiping away the mess with careful strokes, even fixing her hair.
When they were both presentable (or as presentable as possible), Kazuha grabbed the merger contract from the table, signing it with a flourish.
“There,” she said, handing it to Chaewon. “Your dad’s company is safe. Tell him the ‘delicate clauses’ were handled.”
Chaewon stared at the signature, then at Kazuha—who was back to looking slightly awkward, rubbing the back of her neck.
“Thank you,” Chaewon said quietly.
Kazuha’s eyes softened. “You deserved better than… all of that. The way I treated you. I really was just trying to apologize that day on the street, you know. And then you were here, looking like that, and I—” She shrugged helplessly. “I’m really sorry.”
Chaewon slid off the counter, legs still shaky, and surprised them both by leaning up to press a soft, chaste kiss to Kazuha’s cheek.
“Maybe next time,” she said, voice a little hoarse, “buy me that coffee first.”
Kazuha’s face broke into a stunned, boyish grin. “Yeah. Next time.”