**She entered the office after receiving a call and saw him standing by the window, looking at the view of Seoul spread out below the 38th floor.

“Manag–” she tried to call him but stopped and stared at his back. Standing against the light, his body was as beautiful as a painting.

Wide shoulders with perfect left-right symmetry and the flexion of hard muscles clear beyond the white shirt. Long legs made the perfect body look more harmonious.

He was a person who caused dizzying tension just by looking at his back. Her lower abdomen tightened.

Yeonwoo took a deep breath and took one step at a time. A clear sound resonated as the heels of her shoes hit the marble floor.

When Yeonwoo finally stood behind his back, she called out to him, taking in a breath that had gotten hot as she ran here, “Managing Director.”

Although he had heard the door open, he only turned around when Yeonwoo called.

Lee Seokheon, the managing director of Mirae Construction.

He, who didn’t show any gaps like the solid road of his uncurved life, loosened his tie and looked down at her.

“I believe I called you thirty minutes ago.”

He frowned at her, his usual relaxed appearance nowhere to be seen.

Yeonwoo did her best to look him in the eye, afraid he might find out she was deceiving him.

“It was lunch time, so it took me later to check the message.”

It was a lie. She had actually seen his message an hour ago.

She had seen it, but instead of running to this place, Yeonwoo headed to the udon restaurant outside the company with her colleagues as scheduled.

She knew he was returning after being in Dubai for forty days and that he was coming to work as soon as he arrived at Incheon International Airport.

Even if she didn’t want to know, there was no way she could remain oblivious. He’d sent a short message with his schedule to Yeonwoo two days ago.

He didn’t say anything about sleeping together in his message, but Yeonwoo knew that’s what he meant when he informed her of his schedule.

We’ve been hooking up regardless of the place– here in the office, in his car, in Yeonwoo’s house.

“It was lunch time, so I couldn’t check…”

Yeonwoo only checked her messages from the list of her notifications two days ago. Since he wasn’t a man who sent more than two words, she could see everything he sent just by looking at the notification.

Because of the message she had just received, her feeble rebellion ended.

「If you don’t come, I’ll go to you. 13:01:54」

She wanted to continue ignoring him, but his message made Yeonwoo run to the office. So her two days of rebellion came to an end.

As soon as she saw Seokheon’s text saying he would go directly to her, Yeonwoo ran out of the udon restaurant, telling them she was going to the bathroom as an excuse.

Seokheon was a man who did whatever he wanted, and he didn’t care about other people’s opinions.

If Seokheon acted as he did in front of her colleagues, the rumors spreading in the company would be true.

A straight finger touched Yeonwoo’s chin. Her chest heaved, still unable to regulate her heavy breathing.

Seokheon’s gaze drifted down to her chest, then up to her lips and eyes.

“So, did you eat well?”

“…Yes.” Yeonwhoo stared at him with her chin still raised stiffly.

“Seo Yeonwoo.” He smirked. “You only make eye contact when you lie.”

“Huh? I-it’s not like that…”

“Then what is it?”

Armed with such composure, her mask shattered. Yeonwoo hurriedly avoided his gaze.

Seokheon had attached himself to her without allowing her to escape.

“You must want to see me go crazy.”

From the moment he arrived at the company and sent his first message, his patience had run out. The instant he saw Yeonwoo’s face flushed red from running here, the desire he’d suppressed the last forty days lifted his head.

His large hands wrapped around Yeonwoo’s cheeks. Her face turned at an angle, and her lips parted.

“It’s not like that–”

A tongue snaked in the gap between her lips, squelching as saliva mixed. Without giving her a chance to breathe, Seokheon hurriedly continued the kiss.

He caressed Yeonwoo’s flushed cheek with one hand while the other held her under her b*ttocks.

Seokheon, who was 188cm tall, was strong enough to carry an adult woman easily. As soon as her body floated up, Yeonwoo squeaked in surprise and held onto his neck.

At that moment, their lips parted, and Seokheon frowned. He liked Yeonwoo the most when she came to him.

“Open your mouth and give me your tongue.”

His serious tone took Yeonwoo by surprise, and his one-sided kiss became more serious.

For Yeonwoo, Seokeon’s presence was a stimulus in itself–the fragrant scent of male skin, the rough touch of a shaved chin, and the harsh sound of breathing.

As he carried her to the sofa, Seokheon kissed her as if pouring himself out. Yeonwoo knew all too well what would happen after such a kiss.

Heat gathered below her navel.

After three or four steps, he reached the Italian leather sofa and carefully laid Yeonwoo on the sofa.

“Yeonwoo. If you want to act, you have to do it right.”

Maybe he noticed she had been avoiding him.

“I’m not acting…”

Yeonwoo has never completely hidden her feelings in front of this man. No, from the beginning, Seokheon could see through the heart of anyone who stood in front of him.

Growing up where he did and working in the unruly atmosphere of the company made him agile and sharp.

Seokheon untangled her legs, set her down on the sofa, and stroked the inside of the skirt along her thigh.

“It’s already so hot here.”

Yeonwoo bit her lips and arched her back as he caressed along the line of her panties. She was relieved she hadn’t been caught avoiding him, but her body shrank. Everywhere he touched left as if electricity ran through it.

“Managing Director…” Fingers dug through the gaps in the flesh over her stockings and touched her apex. “Ah…”

Seokheon had a persistent habit of finding weaknesses in his opponents, both in personal relationships and business-to-business transactions.

Even on his forty-day business trip to Dubai, he showed off his talent, thus he was called a demon[1] in the construction industry.

Mirae Engineering & Construction signed a 90 million-dollar contract to connect the undersea road to an artificial island in Dubai but could not agree with the client over a matter in the main contract.

Seokheon, who appeared as a relief pitcher[2], did not accept the low-profit conditions proposed by the Dubai government, but instead called for a higher construction cost. The contract was disrupted, but they ended up dramatically signing the contract.

After pushing to renegotiate the construction cost of the Dome Bridge and Dubai Night Tower, they signed the contract that raised the construction cost by $2 million from the time of signing the MOU due to the dollar’s value rising.

It was obvious that Seokheon’s position in the industry would become stronger.

The hand stroking her panty line moved to her bottom. He caressed her voluptuous flesh, then traced the seam of her stocking with his fingertips.

A moment later, he ripped the crotch of the stockings.

“Sir!” Yeonwoo gasped, grabbing her skirt.

“I’m with my woman now. Who cares?”

“There are secretaries outside. It’s business hours.”

“I held it in for 40 days.”

He was a man who had to have s*x like an animal three or four times a week to relieve his desire, but he had to go on a business trip to Dubai for forty days.

During the business trip, Seokheon sent Yeonwoo a plane ticket twice.

Had there been a short message that he wanted her to come and see him, Yeonwoo might have pretended she couldn’t help it and took the flight to Dubai.

But at the end of the day, she ignored the invitation of because of the secretary’s stiff face as they delivered the plane ticket. Yeon-woo was well aware of what that face said.

The managing director’s hidden woman. His sex partner.

Seokheon’s libido was as strong as his remarkable business performance. Maybe sex was his way of relieving pressure at work.

He was so excited that he couldn’t even lower his pants. He was too busy putting on a condom.

“I think of you every night and go crazy.”

With a single, hurried ******, they were one.

“Ah…”

Yeonwoo grimaced at the feeling of her inner walls being stretched open. She’s been accepting him for two years, but she was not as tame as he had hoped.

Seokheon held her hips wide open and grabbed her back as he ****** into her on the sofa. Under him, Yeonwoo covered her mouth to stifle her moans.

Even though the secretaries in the office were aware of their relationship, she couldn’t help but feel shame in doing such a thing during work hours.

While she knew shame, Seokheon, who grew up being envied by many, believed that all his actions were justified.

They were opposites–the heir to a corporation and an orphan. The end of this one-sided relationship was already decided. Yeon-woo was heading to the end alone.

“Haa, Seo Yeonwoo, haa.”

The closer she reached her ******, the stronger their scents grew. Under Seokheon, Yeonwoo’s hair fluttered on the sofa, and her spread legs shook.

She hated this moment the most–the way her body contracted and retracted in line with his invasion. A body that made her more impatient. In the end, she wanted him more.

“Hngh, hngh!”

As the end approached, Seokheon ****** more desperately into Yeonwoo.

Her senses gathered into one place as he continued to pound into her. If it weren’t for Seonwoo, she would have lived her whole life unaware of this feeling.

“Haa, Seo Yeonwoo…”

As they made love, his desire for her grew even more. He had an unrealistic desire to pour his whole body into her. At that, he held Yeonwoo closer to him to keep them connected.

His p*nis swelled, trembled inside her, and released. In the throes of climax, Seokheon kissed Yeonwoo.

While the condom stopped him from filling her with his c*m, he ferociously ****** into Yeonwoo.

As soon as they finished, Yeonwoo reached the table and pulled out a tissue. She wiped the stickiness between her thigh, lifted her hips, and took off her torn stockings.

Seokheon, who had cleaned up before her, took something out of the desk drawer and placed it on the table. Disposable stockings fell on the table with a thud.

“Change.”

Yeonwoo stared at the letters on the stocking packaging–30D black tights. They were thin, see-through black stockings.

“Sir, we don’t wear black, see-through stockings in the company.”

“Are there any regulations regarding stockings in my bylaws?”

“No. But.”

When she tried to say that she would stand out if she wore such stockings, Seokheon said, “Wear it. I don’t want other people to see your bare skin.”

Seokheon stood in front of her as if making sure that Yeonwoo wore the stockings.

“…”

Yeonwoo stood up from her seat after staring at the stockings on the table for a long time. She wondered when he’d prepared the stockings, but she had never seen any female employees wearing black stockings like this. If she walked in the hallway of the executive room in these stockings, she would have stood out more than if she didn’t wear any.

“I’ll go out and buy something else.”

“Just wear them.”

“No.”

END OF CHAPTER 1

It’s better to be bare than to cause unnecessary misunderstandings. Yeonwoo stood up with the stockings in her hand.

Seokheon followed her as she walked towards the door, looking relaxed with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, but there was still unquenchable lust on his face.

“A quickie in the office isn’t enough.”

Of course, he thought that way. He was a man who wasn’t satisfied with the standard frequency of s*x.

When she reached the front of the door, Yeonwoo turned around. Lunchtime was almost over. She was going to ask if he wanted to do it again when she saw the imprint of his erect p*nis above the right thigh of his suit pants.

He was a man who f*cked seven or eight times a night until he was satisfied.

“Seo Yeonwoo, relax your face.” Seokheon reached out and stroked her cheek. “I’ll go to your place later.”

The desire that had accumulated for forty days could not be resolved in a single f*ck. Their quick romp further fueled Seokheon’s cravings that couldn’t be released.

“I told you it’s uncomfortable to come and go to my house…”

“Therefore?”

“I’d rather go to a hotel.”

“Okay. Let’s have dinner at the hotel first, then.”

Dinner.

Although she hooked up with him in a hotel room, they didn’t eat in the hotel restaurant. That was their unwritten rule.

Since Seokheon was an unmarried corporate heir, people were interested in him, and people would recognize him at a hotel in downtown Seoul.

If he entered a room with a woman, it could be because he’s a man, but the fact that he, Seokheon, ate alone with a woman at a hotel restaurant would stir gossip. The busybodies would then try to find out who Seokheon’s companion was.

“I’ll go to your place, Director Lee.”

She couldn’t afford to reveal her relationship with him. It might be fine for Seokheon, but it was a critical issue for Yeonwoo.

“I’ll send over a driver.”

“It’s okay. I’ll take a taxi.”

Yeonwoo left the office. Sitting at the secretary’s desk, Secretary Park stood up and gave a brief bow, but Yeonwoo feigned ignorance and went out into the hallway.

Since it was December, a gust of wind blew in the large building and blew through Yeonwoo’s bare legs even with heating. Not only did the cool breeze make her legs shiver, but it also froze her heart.

She went to the bathroom, straightened her clothes, and wiped her lips with water.

How long do I have to keep going like this?

She hasn’t spent enough time to live for herself. She was fine now, but she was worried that a sticky liquid would seep into the sides of the panties.*

She would meet him because she couldn’t get over him, but she would only be filled with worries after going to him. It was like that with Seokheon.

When Yeonwoo entered the office, Jeongmi approached her and asked, “Yeonwoo, is your stomach okay now?”

Jeongmi was her motivation to stay in the company. The two ladies, assigned to the same business unit from the time they joined the company, depended on each other without realizing it.

“I got this for you on my way back from the convenience store.”

However, her overly friendly personality didn’t suit Yeonwoo. If she got close to an insa[1], she would end up hanging out with people she didn’t want to, and her private life might get exposed even more.

Yeonwoo couldn’t find someone to open up to at the company for fear of revealing her relationship with Seokheon.

“It’s okay. I took some medicine in the infirmary.”

“Still, take this just to be sure.” 

A moment after Yeonwoo sat down, Deputy Manager Yoon clapped his hand, drawing people’s attention. 

“Come on, let’s have a meeting, PR team 2.”

The PR team 2 left the office and headed towards the conference room. 

Public Relations Team 2, to which Yeonwoo belonged, was in charge of internal and external video production. They made in-house promotional materials that appeared in elevator kiosks, interviewed executives, and, if necessary, visited the construction site to record footage.

The managerial position was a publicly recruited employee, but except for Yeonwoo, all employees had broadcasting experience. Jeongmi, who joined the company alongside her, also had an internship at a broadcasting company, so Yeonwoo was the only outsider to this job.

They said broadcasters often held roundtable meetings, but so did PR Team 2. The team entered the conference room they had reserved for two hours. 

“By the way, did you hear the story about the Managing Director when he went to work today?”

Manager Jeong Mihyeon, a former broadcast writer, was the most talkative person on the team.

“Managing Director?” Director Choi, who was aiming to get a promotion, leaned in to listen to Manager Jeong. “I heard he came to work as soon as he arrived in Dubai.”

“Director Choi, how will you participate in company politics if you don’t know what’s happening?” 

“What is it, Manager Jeong? Did something happen?”

“They heard that Managing Director was returning to the office, so all the directors skipped lunch and went out to meet him in the lobby. Manager Seong of PR Team 1 went out and waited.”

“Really? I should’ve gone to the lobby instead of the cafeteria.”

“The rumors saying that he’s getting promoted from Managing Director to Vice President because of the successful contract-signing for the Dubai undersea road is true.” 

“That’s really fast. Meanwhile, the successor to Sunghan Construction is still a regular employee.”

Seokheon’s grandfather was the chairman of Mirae Construction, and his father resigned last year after serving as the president. 

Seokheon’s father was frequently involved in messy rumors during his reign, so Seokheon was brought in to replace him eventually. 

Among the third generation of chaebols[2], Seokheon climbed the corporate ladder the fastest. He was skipping generations and inheriting the company, but many people looked up to him because of the halo effect of being the heir of a large corporation.

Like always, the discussion on the meeting’s agenda ended briefly. Thirty minutes was enough to discuss their concerns, but the team, which had less administrative work than other teams, tended to stay in the conference room until the end of their reserved time. 

“More than that, Manager Jeong, what’s that rumor?” 

Yeonwoo, in charge of administrative support, tried to stand up, but since Director Choi began speaking, she had no choice but to sit back.

Director Choi, in his 50s, was sensitive to company gossip. As a person with a managerial position, all of his comrades have already retired, and his subordinates were reluctant to approach him, so he had fallen behind on the latest updates. 

“Which one?”

“They say that someone on the general affairs team is dating their manager.”

Since he couldn’t ask about this kind of thing anywhere else, he used the spare time of the meeting to ask.

“It’s obvious. Wasn’t the employee flirting with her boss to get a good rating in the personnel review?”

Yeonwoo wasn’t happy with the situation, but she had no choice but to listen to other people’s stories even if she didn’t want to.

From what Yeonwoo heard, it wasn’t like that at all. Apparently, the female employee had been stalked by her boss, a married man. The manager involved had already retired, but rumors were always fabricated differently from the truth.

“Anyway, it’s a problem. If you’re capable, women will flock to you like a moth to a flame.”

At that moment, Jeong Mihyeon looked straight at Yeonwoo.

“!”

Like a guilty man, Yeonwoo avoided Mihyeon’s gaze.

“…”

Truthfully, Manager Jeong Mihyeon caught Yeonwoo with Seokheon one time.

At the valet parking lot of a department store in Gangnam, Seokheon escorted her to his car as she insisted on taking public transportation. The appearance of a woman insisting on going home and a man trying to get her into his car must have been suspicious to anyone looking at it.

Long story short, Manager Jeong saw this and went around talking about Yeonwoo with other gossip mongers like herself.

Gossip traveled fast[3], so the rumor had already spread to the point of reaching Yeonwoo.

After the meeting, PR Team 2 came out to the hallway by the conference room. Yeonwoo was worried that Mihyeon would start talking about her, so she ended up staying until the end of the gossip session.

They had to go out for a shoot right away and work on the documents needed, so she gathered the materials from the team members before leaving, but Jeongmi approached her and said, “You’re not feeling well, Yeonwoo. Give it to me.”

“It’s okay. I can carry it.”

“Hey, your complexion isn’t good…”

She was so anxious sitting in front of Mihyeon that her feet had gone numb.

‘Yeonwoo, why did you get in the managing director’s car at the Gangnam department store? You two seemed close.’

Mihyeon once worked as a writer for a current affairs program, and she was a woman who asked questions until her curiosity was satiated.

“Ah, I should have been born as delicate as Seo Yeonwoo.”

Even if that curiosity made the other person uncomfortable.

“Geez, Manager Jeong, why are you like this? Manager Jeong, give me that file, as well. I’ll carry it, too!”

At least Jeongmi was there to act as a buffer, so Yeonwoo managed to survive in this office despite Mihyeon’s annoyance.

“It’s fine. I’m strong like anyone else. People like me who have no backers have to work hard.”

“No one has a backer here. Everyone is just an employee.”

“Really? You think so?”

Yeonwoo knew they were talking about her, so she followed them quietly without saying anything.

She didn’t join this company because of her ambitions, but she was still excited about her first job at the beginning of her career. However, as she got entangled with Seokheon, her company life gradually became increasingly difficult as people began to pay attention to her.

“Hello, Director Lee.”

Yeonwoo raised her head at the sound from the other side of the hallway.

Seokheon appeared in the hallway on the 30th floor, where the strategic planning department was located. Employees passing through stopped and bowed to him.

PR Team 2 was ten steps away from Seokheon, so they bowed their heads in Seokheon’s direction.

After greeting him, Yeonwoo jumped in surprise at her and Seokheon’s growing proximity.

“!”

The moment their eyes met, Seokheon looked down and stared at Yeonwoo’s bare legs.

“…”

Fortunately, he passed by her without saying anything, but as soon as he reached her, Seokheon’s fingertips touched Yeonwoo’s.

Yeonwoo pulled back her hand in shock as Seokheon and his secretaries strode away. Jeong Mihyeon, already suspicious of their relationship, didn’t miss that moment.

“Oh, hey, did you hear that?” As soon as they returned to the office, Manager Jeong raised her voice. “I heard our managing director, the successor, is about to get married?”

PR Team 2 turned to Mihyeon in disbelief. Then, Jeongmi shook her head sharply and said, “Geez, Manager Jeong. That’s just speculation. The rumor said he got a ring at Cartier but didn’t say anything about getting married.”

Seokheon, Mirae Construction’s successor, had an outstanding appearance and management performance that made him second to none. In addition, if this unmarried man entered a political marriage, Mirae Construction’s status would rise. So, it wasn’t strange that rumors about his marriage circulated.

“Why would he buy matching rings, then? Will he wear the other one on his little finger?” Instead of staring at Jeongmi, who refuted her words, Mihyeon turned to Yeonwoo. “It means he’s getting married.”

She stared at Yeonwoo as if telling her she knew what kind of man she was meeting.

Again, Yeonwoo sat quietly without saying anything.

After returning home from work, Yeonwoo headed straight to the bathroom. She had planned to go to Seokheon’s house right away but came home to shower and change her underwear.

Even after wiping herself with a tissue after s*x, the c*m remaining inside her body soaked her underwear. Yeonwoo took off her underwear, stiff from drying out, and wiped all traces of him with lukewarm water.

Her relationship with Seokheon started as if she was playing with fire. However, Yeonwoo was constantly worried that her inappropriate relationship with Seokheon would eat her up like a fire that burned everything after being so careless.

On the other hand, Seokheon seemed to want to continue playing with fire.

Their bodies were compatible. She couldn’t compare it to anyone because he was her only partner, but she experienced that mind-blowing sensation she once read about in the s*x section of a woman’s magazine at the hair salon.

END OF CHAPTER 2