Enduring became increasingly challenging.

With each movement, the walls pressed

against his member, the slippery and hot mucous membranes splattering, creating an
unparalleled ecstasy. It felt fantastic when his walls squeezed around him in
response to Lee Nan’s stimulation. It was a pinnacle of pleasure, wanting it to
last forever.

His waist repeated its retreats. Despite the somewhat uncomfortable position lying
on his back, holding Lee Nan perfectly in his embrace and moving like this felt
extremely satisfying. The shirt he hadn’t managed to take off felt even more
provocative. Similarly, Lee Nan’s underwear, dangling precariously on one of his
calves, seemed equally tempting.

“Oh, wait, ah…!”

Continuously moving his waist, Jung Yiyeon grabbed Lee Nan’s arm under his
buttocks, preventing him from lowering his legs, and held onto Lee Nan’s hand to
stop the naughty hand that was grabbing and shaking his member, coaxing pleasure.

“Today, just from behind.”

“What— Ah!”

“I’ll do it quickly.”

Before the annoyed voice could finish, Jung Yiyeon roughly thrust his waist upward.
As he forcefully entered a spot within the walls, Lee Nan couldn’t even utter a
word, only moaning like a scream. At that moment, as they contracted together,
pressing and squeezing his member as if wringing it, a thick breath poured from
Jung Yiyeon’s lips.

“Jung Yiyeon, ah, wait, wait, uh—”

Lee Nan pushed him away and twisted his body. However, because of the arm
supporting his buttocks, he couldn’t lower his legs, and the hand held in place was
not resisting. Jung Yiyeon relentlessly pushed into the spot Lee Nan seemed unable
to bear, thrusting his member inside. The sound of harsh, penetrating thrusts mixed
with moans.

“Oh, it feels like… ah, ugh…! Ah!”

Between the resistance of the walls squeezing around his member as if to push it
out, Jung Yiyeon forcefully thrust his waist, pounding his member. He pressed and
rubbed against a spot within the walls like pressing and kneading mucous. As he
thrust his member deep, to the point where it couldn’t go any further, a sense of
ejaculation overwhelmed him.

“Ah… ah…”

Lee Nan moaned lifelessly, as if struck by lightning. His ejaculate splattered the
sheets.

“Haah…”

Enjoying the trembling vibrations of the body held in his arms, Jung Yiyeon
released the hand he had been holding onto Lee Nan. As he naturally released the
arm that had been wrapped around the waist, one of Lee Nan’s legs, which had been
hanging in the air, fell limply downwards.

“Ugh…”
Despite his member still filling him, as the two legs spread apart, the pressure
increased. Lowly moaning, Jung Yiyeon turned Lee Nan’s head towards him. Holding
onto his jaw to prevent him from escaping, Lee Nan’s eyes eventually met his. In
those feverish eyes, the drowsiness had clearly dissipated.

“Are you awake?”

Jung Yiyeon finally smiled satisfactorily at the now open eyes. Lee Nan, who hadn’t
even had a sip of water upon waking up, muttered in a dizzy tone.

“Sometimes… when I see you, really…”

“Yeah?”

“It’s naughty.”

“Haha.”

Jung Yiyeon laughed like a child. But unlike his bright smile, his hand firmly held
onto Lee Nan’s arm again. Pushing against Lee Nan’s body lying on his stomach, as
he pulled Lee Nan’s arm, Lee Nan had no choice but to collapse. His face was
pressed against the pillow. Jung Yiyeon climbed on top of him while he was lying
down.

“Oh, really…!”

“You don’t even need to lift a finger. I’ll take care of everything.”

Ah, so he was being pushed around like this just to go from behind without touching
his member. Lee Nan was stunned. But, well, in fact, it was mostly what he wanted.
He was just a little surprised because he ejaculated too quickly due to the sudden
intense stimulation.

“Uh, agh—”

As he was made to lie down, the member that had slipped out penetrated Lee Nan’s
insides again. Moaning with his face buried in the pillow, Lee Nan felt the member
thrusting inside as if it claimed its rightful place.

Jung Yiyeon subtly raised his upper body to look down at Lee Nan’s body. The well-
shaped shoulders and the stretched back underneath were pale and slender. It was
very sensual when the muscles on either side of the spine twitched every time Lee
Nan felt it. Because he was leaner than average, why did his waist look so thin and
fragile when he was lying down? Even the line connecting to the pelvis in the shape
of an inverted triangle was graceful. Feeling extremely impatient, Jung Yiyeon
gripped his buttocks firmly with both hands, spreading them apart and thrusting his
member deeply inside.

“Ah…! Ugh, huh…!”

As the penetrating member delved deeper, Lee Nan’s body writhed as if it were
burdensome. Even his clenched buttocks felt the strain. Firmly grasping the
resilient flesh, Jung Yiyeon repeatedly withdrew and thrust his member. The moans
resonating with the rhythm were nothing short of ecstatic.

With each repetition of the movement, as the pace accelerated and intensified, Lee
Nan’s fair skin turned crimson. The vague redness that seemed to be fading after
the climax regained its vividness. The complexion of his face, turned sideways, was
the same.

“Uhgh…”

Listening to the moans, expelled as if chewing while enduring the surging pleasure,
Jung Yiyeon lowered his hand to the flushed back. The sweaty skin was incredibly
soft to the touch. Each touch sent tingles down his fingertips. No, in fact, his
entire body was tingling. The limit was within reach.

Jung Yiyeon slowed down his movements, as if to soothe the overflowing desire that
seemed about to burst. Contrary to before, he slowly and gently delved into Lee
Nan’s insides while controlling his rough breaths. Enduring the tightening of his
walls and the squeezing of his member by the sticky mucous membrane was incredibly
challenging. But Jung Yiyeon struggled to endure it as he gazed at the writhing
back. He caressed Lee Nan’s back as if licking, almost as if it were his own
tongue.

“Huh… Huh…”

Each time Jung Yiyeon teased, Lee Nan’s back trembled slightly. It’s too naughty.
Lee Nan is too naughty. Jung Yiyeon slowed down a bit more, but thrust his member
deeper, slightly nibbling on Lee Nan’s waist, then delving again, tilting his upper
body. He kissed the back of his neck, damp with sweat.

The hand that had been caressing the skin slipped down to the side, digging between
the body and the bed. As if stroking the chest, fingers found a small protrusion at
the end. Even without looking, the color was evident. Why is he so… into the
chest…?

“Ah… a little…”

Suddenly, Lee Nan gripped Jung Yiyeon’s wrist. Jung Yiyeon, who had been lost in
touching his chest for a while, looked at him. The moment their eyes met.

“…Faster…”

The flushed face murmured softly.

Faster… Faster what? Move faster? Is it okay to say such lewd words so casually?
Does it really set a man’s heart on fire like this? Is this some sort of curse he’s
throwing at me right now?

“Ah…! Ah, ah!”

Jung Yiyeon had no time to respond to the command to go faster. Completely covering
Lee Nan’s body, he hugged him tightly and moved his hips. He pulled out long and
thrust deep. When his breath rose to his throat, feeling like his chest would
burst, Jung Yiyeon bit into Lee Nan’s shoulder. The wet sounds filling the space,
combined with Lee Nan’s moans, were heavenly harmony to him.

“Ah!!”

The moans, mingled with groans, echoed loudly. It was as if Jung Yiyeon took it as
a cheer and hugged Lee Nan’s body even tighter, thrusting his hips with more force.

It was a late Saturday morning, and things were going like that.

Finally, pinned down on the bed with nothing more to ejaculate, Lee Nan could
finally slip out from under Jung Yiyeon. It was mind-bogglingly intense for a
morning session. Was it because he exercised a lot? Why was a man in his mid-
thirties so vigorous? Of course, there was satisfaction too. He was satisfied to
the point of it being a problem.

He might have only slept for a few hours, but his head felt more muddled than
necessary. His lethargic body felt as heavy as a soaked sponge. He wanted to fall
asleep again. But sleep eluded him. It was more of a sticky desire to wash his
body.

At that moment, Jung Yiyeon, who had gone to shower first, came out of the
bathroom, towel-drying his hair. His face looked incredibly refreshed. His face,
freshly washed, seemed to radiate light. He was clearly satisfied to the fullest.

Lee Nan had quite a keen sense. Even though he hadn’t touched or allowed him to
touch his member, he remembered how he trembled and ejaculated at the peak. A
satisfied smile crept onto Jung Yiyeon’s lips as he recalled his lover’s strong
sexual desire and vulnerability to pleasure.

When their eyes met, Jung Yiyeon approached Lee Nan and sat on the bed.

“Are you hungry?”

Unlike someone who would feel hungry after exercising, showering, and coming out,
Lee Nan couldn’t feel hunger. After all, it wouldn’t be strange not to feel hungry
right after such intense activity. When Lee Nan shrugged, Jung Yiyeon smiled gently
and pecked Lee Nan’s lips. Peck, peck. Feathery light kisses were exchanged several
times.

“I’m hungry.”

Jung Yiyeon whispered discreetly on purpose. With a teasing touch, he caressed Lee
Nan’s skin. His own traces, reddish like roses blooming on the white skin, looked
very pleasing.

But above all, what he liked the most was the pink, erect nipples. When tracing the
reddish marks gradually from the neck and collarbone downwards, the tiny
protuberance felt incredibly beautiful at the tip of his finger.

Even until just before going to shower, Lee Nan’s swollen and reddened state, which
was being tormented and made worse, made Jung Yiyeon’s heart flutter. How could a
body become so provocative? Why even the color was so lascivious. Despite sucking
and sucking even after getting hard, it was still unsatisfactory. It was hard to
believe that with such a body, he had more thrusts than when giving himself to men.

“Ah…..”

Hearing the low moan as he nibbled on the nipple, Jung Yiyeon bowed his head.
Kissing the small nipple and gently sucking it with his lips, he lightly licked it
with the tip of his tongue, making Lee Nan’s chest tremble. He gently caressed the
other side of the chest with his hand, rolling the nipple with his fingertips like
rolling a ball.

“Stop it….”

Lee Nan, who was flinching, pushed Jung Yiyeon away. Disappointed, Jung Yiyeon
backed off, and Lee Nan also sat up. Looking at the man sitting on the bed,
covering his lower body with a sheet, Jung Yiyeon asked,

“Don’t you like it?”

I’m hungry. I’m so hungry for you that I want to devour you whole.

“….”

But Jung Yiyeon couldn’t continue speaking. His words were stuck in his throat, and
he couldn’t open his mouth.

“It’s swollen. If you touch it more, it’ll hurt.”

Lee Nan said so, because he had touched his chest with his own hand. Not Jung
Yiyeon’s chest, but Lee Nan’s chest. The swollen and reddened nipple was tapped
with his fingertips, tap, tap.

With flushed cheeks and a dazed face, he breathed out warm breath while wondering
if he shouldn’t have stopped, even though he said so. Isn’t it too tempting to
swipe his fingertip over the end of his chest, even though he’s swollen? Then why
subtly caress his lips?? Jung Yiyeon suddenly felt the heat spreading on his face.

Thinking back, Lee Nan had many issues. He was so full of frustration and problems
that it was about to burst out of him. Even just now, that action was probably done
without any thought. It was a problem in itself to do such seductive things
unconsciously. Because he was a person who involuntarily leaked out lust, if he
made up his mind, there was no way to avoid it.

How could he not have known that the face under the cold silver-rimmed glasses was
such a provocative face? How could he not have known that beneath the
expressionless mask hid sensuality and unparalleled debauchery?

He looks quite evenly balanced. As Jung Yiyeon remembered the times when he
recognized Lee Nan with such observations, he chuckled inwardly with a sense of
disappointment. There was a time when he was so indifferent that he couldn’t even
properly recall the features of this handsome face.

When Jung Yiyeon hired Lee Nan as his secretary, or more precisely, since he became
the CEO a few years ago, he had been in a state of heightened sensitivity all
along. At that time, everything surrounding him seemed inevitable.

Whether he liked it or not, Jung Yiyeon was appointed as the CEO of Eunha Hotel,
and it was also a time when he wanted to focus solely on work. He didn’t want to
think about anything else.

So, he really worked hard. The days when he found some satisfaction in growing the
company both quantitatively and qualitatively. It was a time when he only survived
on the drive for achievement, but it was also not easy to be solely devoted to
work.

Things that touched his nerves were scattered everywhere. Moreover, it was Jung
Yiyeon who, at a very young age, received subsidiaries from Chairman Jung Pil-yeon
earlier than anyone else, amid the disapproving gazes of his uncles, aunts, and
cousins. Not only did he inherit the hotel, but also received a substantial stake
in the group’s major subsidiaries, which rapidly elevated Jung Yiyeon to a
threatening presence within the Jung family.

Thanks to this, Jung Yiyeon had many enemies. Even though it was the Chairman’s
order, executives of the company who were dissatisfied with having a young boss,
and relatives who wanted to take away what Jung Yiyeon had, all gnawed at Jung
Yiyeon’s nerves. Of course, this included his grandfather, who wanted to manipulate
him into marriage whenever he pleased.
One of the factors that made him feel difficult was that there were too many things
happening too quickly before he could establish a proper foundation, and he had no
one he could trust. It was also not easy to turn existing personnel into his own
people. He was still young and lacked enough experience to handle everything
smoothly. While others praised Jung Yiyeon’s achievements, Jung Yiyeon himself
simply considered himself lucky.

Thanks to his busy life, time passed relatively quickly. Despite various ups and
downs, Jung Yiyeon turned thirty-five. At that time, he was still handling many
things relatively easily.

Nevertheless, he sometimes felt a deep sense of fatigue. Whenever unyielding

constraints from relatives came in, and whenever Chairman Jung Pil-won persistently
urged him to marry without feeling tired, he felt a sense of disillusionment.

The only way to relieve stress was through intense sex. Even though he didn’t
neglect exercise amid his busy schedule, the desire that couldn’t be vented through
exercise alone often bothered him. However, in the state of spending days with his
nerves on edge, it was often difficult for him to even muster the enthusiasm to
seek out a partner. He simply didn’t have the energy to show affection and
relaxation to strangers.

However, buying people didn’t sit well with his temperament. Of course, when
desires piled up too much, he did feel tempted. He just wanted encounters solely
for physical satisfaction without any emotional exchange. He wished for a man who
would come for sex and then leave without any strings attached. His life had become
so exhausting to the point where he considered if it was possible to buy such
encounters with money.

One day, as he spent his precarious days feeling like he was walking on thin ice
due to accumulating stress and unfulfilled desires, Jung Yiyeon suddenly felt that
the air he was breathing was more comfortable than before.

Even his stiffened shoulders seemed to relax a bit. The faint lingering scent of
coffee and the lingering sweetness on his tongue seemed to soothe his nerves. Just
that alone was enough, and working felt strangely easy. There was no leftover time
to prepare for anything when he needed it. Without even realizing it, everything
around him was running efficiently, and even Jung Yiyeon himself was working more
efficiently than usual.

Thus, paradoxically, he felt relaxed.

Jung Yiyeon, who had just realized his own changes, found the reason behind it. And
he soon realized. The presence that brought him relaxation, it was none other than
the secretary who had suddenly been placed by his side not long ago.

He was adept at managing schedules, handling visitors, and performing all tasks,
including fieldwork, with great skill. He spoke only dry and businesslike words
without showing any emotions, and his presence was sparse because he did not reveal
himself. Yet he swiftly and efficiently handled what Jung Yiyeon wanted without any
fuss.

Indeed, like a man who received recommendations for being good at his job, he
managed the workload of two or three people on his own. He was the kind of capable
person who could push back against Jung Yiyeon, who had been particularly demanding
of his secretaries. Looking at his resume again, his qualifications were quite
impressive. His face, even with the silver-framed glasses, seemed quite neat.
If he turned out to be a spy sent by a relative, it would leave a bitter taste.
Jung Yiyeon’s first impression of having this secretary for a few months was either
that or considering training him properly as his own person.

Anyway, thanks to this secretary, Jung Yiyeon regained some leisure. Since hiring
him, Jung Yiyeon was able to continue his sex life more vigorously than before.

That was until one Friday night, before meeting the unfamiliar yet familiar man at
the gay bar for the first time.

‘….’

At the moment their eyes met, the man’s pupils trembled as if experiencing an
earthquake. Truth be told, Jung Yiyeon didn’t recognize him at first.

He was like that because his image during the day was so different. Even though he
only loosened two buttons of his shirt and didn’t wear a tie with his office
attire, it was difficult to see the professional side of this secretary from him.
To Jung Yiyeon’s eyes, he just seemed like a somewhat rough-looking man oozing with
sensuality.

It wasn’t the cold silver-framed glasses and the expressionless face—though the
eyes trembled uncontrollably—that gave away the fact that the man in front of him
was his secretary, he wouldn’t have known otherwise.

His secretary was gay.

Honestly, it was shocking. It was something Jung Yiyeon had never even imagined
until he saw it himself. But the stories about Lee Nan that Jung Yiyeon heard from
his partner that day were beyond belief.

“Lee Nan, he’s a legend there.”

How on earth does someone become a legend? Jung Yiyeon, who was at a loss for words
at the amazing adjective, heard his partner say.

“He doesn’t block incoming men, doesn’t hold onto departing men. He’s a bastard who
doesn’t look back when he leaves. But he’s good for having fun together, you know.”

Bastard. A bad guy who fools around with people. A possessor of a casual attitude
toward relationships, focusing solely on physical relationships. A few years ago,
he enjoyed a promiscuous sex life so much that there was no one who didn’t know
about it…

“He’s got this thing where he can twist people’s minds without even trying. Some
kind of pheromones? Honestly, he’s handsome and charming. He’s really passionate
when it comes to doing naughty things.”

The description continued, completely unmatched with the secretary Jung Yiyeon
knew. From the person describing Lee Nan, he could feel a hint of malice. As if he
too had given his heart to Lee Nan and been hurt by him.

But from that description, one thought flashed through Jung Yiyeon’s mind.

Didn’t he recently lament that he wished a man who came for sex and left without
any strings attached would just fall from the sky?

That night, ultimately, the partner Jung Yiyeon met and brought back from the gay
bar provided no assistance in relieving Jung Yiyeon’s desires. He left without even
giving a glance to Jung Yiyeon, who had accompanied him to the hotel and had shown
interest in Lee Nan. It was rude behavior, but Jung Yiyeon excused it to himself,
attributing it to his shock at learning about his secretary’s shocking private
life, as he lay alone on the hotel bed.

He didn’t even have the will to go out and find a new partner out of sheer
disbelief. His body was trembling with desire. Frustration doubled as he failed to
achieve his goal. In the feeling of sinking heavily into the bed, Jung Yiyeon
thought of his secretary.

He was a man who avoided any hint of attachment or even the possibility of a steady
relationship, emitting a faintly warm aroma mingled with a bitter taste amidst the
bitter-sweet scent of coffee. He was none other than Jung’s impeccable secretary,
whose appearance and manners left nothing to be desired.

Lee Nan. Was that his real name, or was it a pseudonym he used as a gay man? Even
though Jung Yiyeon had seen his name on his resume, he couldn’t remember it. He had
no interest in remembering the name of the secretary by his side.

But when I called his name, he came to me and became a flower, or so they say. The
moment Jung Yiyeon learned that his secretary was gay, he became curious about him.

The following weekend seemed to pass unusually slowly. Finally, Monday morning
arrived after a boring weekend. Jung Yiyeon finally encountered his secretary.

The secretary looked at him with the same dry expression as usual. “This weekend,
did you have a good time?” Jung Yiyeon asked. “Yes, sir,” replied the secretary
without any hint of embarrassment. It seemed as though he was equipped with a
shield that repelled any impact, just like a robotic voice briefing Jung Yiyeon on
his schedule, as if avoiding any further personal conversation.

Yes, this was right. Just because he learned a little about the private lives of
his subordinates didn’t mean he, as their boss, should act like he knew it all. The
secretary was better off maintaining his composure. Yes, that’s right. Of course, I
understand, but…

Handing him his coffee, the secretary greeted him with emotionless robotic
politeness, then turned and walked away with a straight back. Jung Yiyeon couldn’t
understand why his heart was twisted by this neat, unaffected demeanor. How could a
person be so indifferent? Why was he the only one unsettled, even feeling a bit
resentful toward Lee Nan?

“Secretary. What was your name again?”

Jung Yiyeon asked, throwing an outrageously impolite question borne of childish

psychology, admitting to his own rudeness for not recognizing his name over the
past six months. For a moment, a look of surprise, as if asking if he didn’t even
know his own name, flashed across Lee Nan’s face.

Ah. It was only then that Jung Yiyeon realized he hadn’t observed Lee Nan enough
due to his lack of interest. Was he really just a cold and indifferent person? Was
it all just an act that seemed as though not even a needle could pierce through?

It seemed as if a layer of wall had been added beneath the silver-framed glasses,
and even that cold face, which seemed unshakeable, would surely blush when engaging
in sex. With a suit that fit perfectly, revealing a sleek waistline every time he
moved, one wondered how he would look when stripped down.

Despite trying to rein in his thoughts, wondering what his subordinates were
thinking, Jung Yiyeon couldn’t stop his wandering mind. For some reason, amidst the
racing thoughts, there was a common destination. Disliking serious encounters with
people, wouldn’t it be nice to satisfy each other’s desires? That was the
conclusion he reached as he rushed forward.

“I think you’ll be my secretary until I die, Secretary Lee.”

After their secret as gays was revealed to each other, the desire to work together
for a long time was mutual. And on the other hand, half of him thought they could
reach an agreement on more secretive matters.

Jung Yiyeon observed the secretary for a while after that and realized quite a lot
thanks to him. Lee Nan was exceptionally skilled as a secretary. Everything from
one to ten suited his taste perfectly. Jung Yiyeon realized belatedly that his
recent peace of mind was all thanks to this secretary.

Lee Nan understood his preferences remarkably well. Starting from adding a little
sugar to his coffee, to discreetly placing headache medicine on his desk when Jung
Yiyeon felt a headache. He even seemed to notice his picky eating habits. Jung
Yiyeon found it eerie how he could be so attuned to his tastes. He couldn’t help
but feel a bit uneasy when he realized this. And for some reason, one thought began
to haunt him: Until he learned that Lee Nan was gay, he had just thought of him as
a competent secretary. But since then, he couldn’t shake the suspicion that Lee Nan
might have an interest in him.

Even though he thought it couldn’t be, Jung Yiyeon couldn’t be sure, as Lee Nan was
overly attentive and caring. Although his attitude and expression were
businesslike, his actions were so meticulous that the secretary constantly confused
him.

This secretary was polite and kind, but his smile seemed to be manufactured solely
for business purposes, so much so that Jung Yiyeon couldn’t remember his smiling
face properly. Even when Jung Yiyeon cared about the secretary’s meals or
condition, he blocked personal conversation with a fake smile and soulless remarks.
Jung Yiyeon wondered why this man’s behavior, polite and caring but ultimately
fake, was so off-putting.

Could it be that this was unconsciously luring people in? Being so good at
accommodating others, only to discard them after they fell for it? If this
affectionate demeanor was Lee Nan’s weapon, it wouldn’t be surprising if many
people fell for it.

One lunchtime, as Jung Yiyeon looked at Lee Nan offering him a hamburger and a
vanilla latte, he couldn’t help but ask with a somewhat astonished expression, “Is
this a professional habit, Secretary Lee?”