Haeun goes to his office

The hallway outside Kang Jaesung’s office was eerily quiet, lit only by the flickering fluorescents overhead. Haeun hesitated at the door, her knuckles hovering inches from the wood. She felt sick, a mix of guilt and dread churning in her stomach.

She told herself it was just one time. One night, one decision. The industry wasn’t fair, and if she didn’t take this chance, someone else would. Wasn’t that what she’d been told her whole life? That sacrifices had to be made for greatness?

Jaesung opened the door before she could knock. He didn’t say a word, merely stepping aside to let her in.

The office smelled faintly of expensive cologne and stale coffee. Papers were scattered across his desk, but his attention was entirely on her. "You’re here," he said, closing the door behind her.

Haeun nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "I need this, sir. I’ll do anything."

He approached slowly, his presence looming over her like a shadow. His hand brushed against her arm, and she flinched involuntarily.

"You’re very talented, Haeun," he said softly, his fingers trailing down to her wrist. "And with a little help, you could go very far." He stepped closer, his breath hot on her neck. "But you have to please me."

Haeun's heart hammered in her chest as he led her to the couch in the corner of the office. She knew this was wrong, but it felt like there was no turning back.

As he leaned in to kiss her, she couldn't stop thinking about her boyfriend, who loved and supported her unconditionally. Tears welled up in her eyes as she closed them, imagining that it was him instead.

"Stop thinking," Jaesung said. "Focus on me."

His words snapped Haeun back to reality, and she realized there was no room for emotion, no space for doubt or guilt. She had come this far, and there was no going back now.

Jaesung sat on the couch, his hands pulling off her skirt with practiced efficiency. The fabric slid down Haeun’s slender legs, pooling at her feet as she stood trembling before him. The cool air of the office caressed her skin, a stark reminder of her vulnerability.

Without a word, Jaesung gestured for Haeun to come closer. Her heart pounded as she stepped forward, feeling exposed and uncertain.

He leaned in, the heat of his breath tickling the inside of her thigh. Haeun shivered involuntarily, her eyes squeezing shut as she fought the urge to pull away. His hands slid up her legs, pausing briefly at her hips before tugging her panties down.

"Spread your legs," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in the silence of the office. "Give me the performance you promised."

Haeun did as she was told, her legs trembling as she parted them. Jaesung's face was inches away from her now, his eyes locked on the pink lips between her thighs.

He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. The sudden warmth and wetness sent a jolt through Haeun's body, and she couldn't help but gasp.

Jaesung glanced up at her then, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

Haeun hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. She tried to convince herself that this was what she'd come here for—to prove her dedication, to secure her future.

His tongue delved deeper, exploring her with slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation was overwhelming, and Haeun bit back a whimper, trying desperately to maintain her composure. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, holding her in place as he continued to work his magic. The pressure was building inside her, a molten heat that threatened to consume her completely.

As his tongue flicked over her sensitive spot, Haeun's knees buckled, and she had to grab onto his shoulders for support. Her nails dug into the fabric of his shirt, a silent plea for him to keep going, to take her to the edge and beyond.

He was relentless, his tongue swirling and teasing, drawing sounds from Haeun she never thought she was capable of making. The office walls seemed to press in on her, suffocating her with their silent judgment. But here, in this moment, none of that mattered. There was only the older man, his tongue, and the pleasure he was coaxing from her trembling body.

Jaesung could feel her body responding, growing slicker with each stroke of his tongue. He knew she was getting close, and he wasn't about to let up. His hands slid down from her thighs to cup her ass, pulling her closer against his hungry mouth.

Haeun's breath came in short, **** gasps, her hips bucking against Jaesung's face as he pushed her to the brink of ecstasy. She could feel the tension building, coiling within her like a spring ready to snap. And then, with one final, deep thrust of his tongue, he sent her hurtling over the edge.

Her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, obliterating all thought and reason. She cried out, her fingers tangling in Jaesung's hair as she rode out her orgasm on his willing tongue.

As she came down from her high, Haeun slumped forward, exhausted and spent. Jaesung gently lowered her onto the floor, a satisfied smirk playing across his lips.

"Now that's an A Class performance if I ever saw one," he quipped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Let's see if you can keep it up."

The room felt cramped as Haeun’s gaze followed Jaesung, his hands unzipping his pants without a trace of modesty. His cock sprang free from his pants, already hard and glistening with arousal.

"Are you ready?" Jaesung asked. Haeun could only manage a silent nod. She knew what was coming next; there was no turning back now. As if sensing her hesitation, he grabbed her hair, pulling her face towards his crotch.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. Haeun complied, parting her lips, and he slid his cock into her, savoring the warmth and wetness of her mouth. He started slowly, letting her adjust to the size of him before gradually increasing the pace.

As his thrusts became more forceful, Haeun struggled not to gag. She tried to relax her jaw, to breathe through her nose, and to focus on the task at hand. The smell of his cologne mixed with the heady scent of arousal filled her nostrils, a potent reminder of the power he held over her in that moment.

With one hand, he gripped her hair tightly, using it as leverage to guide her movements. Haeun could feel the tension radiating from his body, and she knew he wouldn't last much longer. His breath quickened, his muscles tensed, and with one final, deep thrust, Jaesung came hard, filling her mouth with his release. Haeun had **** but to swallow, the taste of him coating her throat as she struggled to keep up.

When it was over, he released his hold on her, allowing her to pull back and catch her breath.

"You did well," he murmured, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Clean yourself up before you leave. I don't want anyone to know about this."

Haeun stared at him, confused. "Are you not going to...."

"Fuck you?" he asked.

She nodded.

"I get all the pussy I want, and you're just another trainee. I'm not that ****," he laughed. "I just like to taste them before they get too used. And believe me, if you want to stay in this industry you better get used to being on your knees."

Haeun tried to shake off his comment, but the words clung to her like a shadow. She felt hollow, like she’d just traded a piece of herself in exchange for a fleeting chance at success. She gathered her clothes and quietly left Jaesung’s office.