Back to business.

You feel sorely tempted to continue pounding Ji-Hyun into the ground, but a promise is a promise. You disengage from her backside barrel, leaving a mere trickle of fluid that snaps behind her taut underwear - hopefully enough to hold back the viscous tide. Carefully you reapply her stockings and skirt, giving her rear a gentle pat once you've finished your handiwork, and to your very pleasant surprise the secretary turns around and gives your length an appreciative liplock. One quick but thorough suck from her mouth cleans your rod of lingering traces of cum, albeit threatening to revive your softening staff. You watch on, impressed, as Ji-Hyun flicks her tongue and pats her suit down. Not a hair out of place.

"So," she begins, a faint blush lighting up her face as she smiles demurely. "Friday?"

"Friday," you agree, both of you exiting the engineering room. No flashing cameras or hounding members of staff have shown up, much to your relief as you rush back to Mei's side. Through the glass you see Mei opening her mouth in a bright smile, ending her take on a brilliant descant, before she turns to see the two of you. "Hi, Ji-Hyun!" she waves.

"I'll take it from here. I'm sure you know what to do." Before you can so much as sneeze, Ji-Hyun has entered the room to begin an animated run-through with Mei. Watching the two women interact, you feel an odd sense of camaraderie from them, like a master patiently instructing her confused apprentice. Ji-Hyun in particular exudes an undeniably professional aura about her - had you not done the deed yourself, you wouldn't believe her to be the sort of person who steals away on the job for trysts. Eventually your gaze turns to the twin of mountain pairs wielded by both ladies, and your train of thought becomes fuzzy from there.

"Time to go," Ji-Hyun informs you curtly as she barges through the door, a hair's breadth away from smashing it into your face. "We've got a swimsuit photoshoot halfway across the city and a meet-and-greet for an upcoming drama after that."

"Uh huh," you manage, blinking away your fantasy vision to make sure the secretary still has her clothes on.