I found a sealed container on the top shelf of the cupboard. As I fumbled through it, I found a square spoon inside and dipped it into the powder. The rich aroma of coffee wafted up as soon as I immersed it. I had heard an explanation about some unique beans from somewhere, but I wasn’t sure what was unique about them; nevertheless, the coffee aroma was strong and enticing. I liked it, so I put my nose to the opening of the container and took a deep breath.
Putting water into the coffee maker was easy, but grinding the filter took some time since it was my first time doing it myself. After pressing the button and watching it for a while, there was a buzzing sound, and white steam rose in clusters. Black coffee started flowing steadily inside the glass. It was fascinating, and my gaze couldn’t look away.
“…What are you doing?”
I thought the sound of high heels passing by in the corridor would fade away, but it didn’t. When I turned around, it was Supervisor Kim. I stepped aside so that Supervisor Kim could see the machine sending coffee steadily.
“The coffee isn’t ready yet…”
“I thought you were slow, so I came to see if you were planting beans.”
“…It’s my first time doing this. The machine is taking longer than I thought.”
Supervisor Kim stood next to me, her arms crossed. Black coffee slowly pooled at the bottom of the glass pot. The machine made a humming sound for a while, dropped a few more drops, and stopped.
“Give it to me here instead of a paper cup.”
I received the extended mug, waited for a moment for the pot, and then took it out from the machine.
“It tastes bad.”
Supervisor Kim said decisively after taking a sip. In the meantime, she had put on makeup, and her face was pale, and her lips were painted red. As I had expected, I replied with a “Yes” and turned off the coffee maker.
As if wanting a more substantial reaction, Supervisor Kim frowned.
“Try it.”
She thrust the cup towards me. Hesitating for a moment as I saw faint traces of her lips on the rim, I reluctantly took a small sip, only to cough as if a sore throat suddenly erupted.
“It tastes bad, right?”
“…Yes.”
“Did you adjust the water properly?”
“I did, but…”
I had thought the liquid looked unusually dark, and it turned out to be a concentrated solution. Supervisor Kim sighed as if saying, “See?” She took the cup back and avoided my extended hand when I tried to return it.
“I’ll drink this and make a fresh one for you.”
“It’s okay.”
Supervisor Kim took the cup and poured the black liquid into the sink. She added water again, replaced the filter, and turned on the coffee maker. The white steam rising made the air humid, like the mist from a humidifier in a hospital room. With nothing else to do, I slung my backpack over my shoulder, but I couldn’t leave the spot due to the awkwardness of not saying goodbye.
“Can I ask you something?”
Supervisor Kim asked abruptly with her back turned.
“Yes, go ahead.”
“How is it working with Han Team Leader for a week?”
“It’s fine.”
I felt tense, expecting a difficult question, but it wasn’t. Whether it was the answer she anticipated, or the opposite, Supervisor Kim laughed, making a rattling sound.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Of course…”
Her scrutinizing gaze intensified. I forgot that Supervisor Kim might dislike me and blurted out:
“Wouldn’t anyone think that way?”
“Would they?”
It was an ambiguous response. The coffee maker’s light went out. Supervisor Kim picked up the pot and spoke.
“I heard you get scolded a lot by Director Lee. Is everything okay?”
“Oh… it’s not like I’m being unfairly scolded. And the overtime every day is okay too. It’s not like Han Team Leader hinted for me to do overtime.”
To be precise, it was an amount of work that was impossible to finish without overtime, but considering that Han Team Leader was handling several times that workload alone, who could dare to complain? The expression on Supervisor Kim’s face, who elongated her sigh and muttered, “Hmm,” caught my attention, and I found myself asking without realizing it.
“Do you not like him, Supervisor Kim?”
Without an immediate answer, Supervisor Kim, who was pouring coffee, set down the pot.
“Team leaders are like foods with mixed opinions. Spicy tteokbokki or… intestines, for example?”
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Comparing a superior to animal organs left me speechless. Perhaps regretting saying something that didn’t sit well, Supervisor Kim tilted her head slightly.
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With that, Supervisor Kim put down her cup and pointed with her fingers.
“Needlessly thorough, and if you make even one mistake, he’ll make your life miserable. Easily gets people to join, but many end up quitting within a week.”
After saying that, Supervisor Kim turned her back again. A silence that seemed to signify the end of the conversation settled in. I followed her to the breakroom, wondering what she wanted to say. Standing behind Supervisor Kim as she dried her hands from the mug, I pondered whether she was expressing a desire to leave, or if she wished for me to leave, and whether I wanted to leave or not.
If it was the latter, at least that possibility didn’t exist. Han Team Leader was the ideal boss I had imagined throughout last year, or even more than that.
To some extent, during the week I spent working under him, I occasionally forgot that he was the same person as the man I faced in a hotel room last week. Because he consistently maintained the face of a perfect boss, I could face him without trembling after a few days. The events of last Saturday felt blurry and surreal, like something experienced in a dream. Sometimes it felt like an unreal event that never happened.
“Lee Seodan.”
“…Yes?”
“Do you want a drink?”
Suddenly, a white mug was pushed in front of me. Holding her own cup in the other hand, Supervisor Kim briefly added, “Stay here.” The amber liquid inside the cup was much more coffee-like in color and aroma than the coffee I had offered Supervisor Kim.
“Thank you.”
As I bowed my head, Supervisor Kim turned her head without saying anything.
“I’ll go first. I have to finish the report.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“Don’t forget about the dinner gathering today. Finish your work early.”
“Yes.”
The passing faces were indifferent. I stood there, holding the offered cup with both hands, watching Supervisor Kim’s retreating figure. Perhaps by the time the project was finished, things might get better. I thought that if I made an effort, I could contribute my share, and maybe I could be recognized as someone worthy to be here by each team member. Despite my efforts to suppress it, the hope lingered and didn’t easily fade away.
Perhaps that optimism stemmed from the vague possibility that, even if it was a Saturday tomorrow, there was a faint feeling that Team Leader Han might call me to the hotel. Did he forget about the deal? Did he regret it as an inexplicable event? Perhaps it could happen.
That night, I followed along with the company dinner, drinking the liquor handed to me even though I couldn’t drink it, and repeated vomiting in the restroom secretly. I forced laughter at stories that weren’t particularly funny, clapping in applause. And on Saturday morning, when I opened my eyes, groaning from the swollen throat and throbbing headache, there was a text message waiting on the phone by my bedside.
“Same time, same place.”
Underneath was a link to a page illustrating the correct way to administer enema with detailed drawings.
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“Sorry for being late.”
The voice came out hoarsely. Han Team Leader stood blocking the doorway, looking down at me with disapproval. When I checked the time on the lobby clock, it was eleven o’clock, so it must have been over eleven fifteen now since I had been pacing the hallway. If this were a meeting or if this were the company, this delay would be enough to be considered a serious offense. However, after a short silence, he silently stepped aside.
“Come in.”
It was the same room as last week. The curtains covering the window were halfway open. Papers were spread out on the window-side table, and an open wine bottle was placed there.
Due to a hangover from the morning, just catching a faint whiff of alcohol made my stomach churn. I didn’t want to think about alcohol for at least a month. Despite that, as long as I didn’t have to face the situation in front of me head-on, anything seemed fine. So, willingly, I walked towards the table instead of the bed.
“I’ll have a drink too, please.”
Upon hearing that, he replied from behind.
“It’s not allowed.”
“…What?”
Now I noticed there was only one wine glass. Passing by me, he neatly organized the documents on the table and bundled them together. Han Team Leader put them into a document bag and added a belated explanation.
“If you vomit, it’ll get messy.”
He placed the bag under the table, then casually grabbed the slender neck of the wine glass. Red liquid swayed gently at his light touch. Taking a slow sip, he placed the glass back on the table.
“If you want to drink after it’s over, it would be better. Seems like you have a weak stomach. It doesn’t matter to me, but Lee Seodan, wouldn’t it matter to you?”
At the touch of his lips, where the thin edge of the glass had been, my mind suddenly became tangled. Perhaps my body understood his words before my mind did, as when I snapped out of it, I found myself taking a few steps back towards the door.
Ignoring me, Han Team Leader moved towards the bed. Acting as if he was confident that I couldn’t open the door and leave, he didn’t look back even once. He sat deep at the end of the bed, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and rolled it slowly between his fingers.
“Take off your clothes.”
A clicking sound of a lighter echoed. Putting the cigarette case back into his pocket, he deeply inhaled the smoke. With a face loosened in languor, he spread his legs wide, leaving enough space between them for one person to kneel.
“I haven’t sobered up completely, so let’s take our time. I’m tired today.”
“…Team Leader.”
“I told you to take off your clothes.”
It was the same dry voice I had heard all week in the meeting room. Mechanically, I brought my pale fingers to the shirt collar. Buttons popped off with a slight tap. He didn’t seem particularly interested in the awkward striptease. Leaning back lazily, he waited with a face that looked annoyed.
Once I had undressed down to my underwear, he instructed briefly.
“Come and kneel here.”
With slow steps, I crawled between his legs, as he lazily spat out, “Closer.” As I moved closer, he lightly touched the space between my thighs with his fingertips. When my nose almost touched his crotch, he finally nodded.
“Okay, sit there.”
He spoke as if urging me, who was still frozen, to move.
“Do you need more explanation?”
“……”
“If you know, there’s no need for further explanation, right?”
“…No.”
“Alright, then.”
It had been a long-prepared event, and my head turned white. I couldn’t control my expression. The hand gripping his belt trembled as if it weren’t my hand. Holding the buckle and making futile adjustments, he looked down at my head with a strange face.
“Have you adapted to work a bit?”
“……”
“If you have something to say, now would be the best time. Once my dick is in your mouth…”
“Ugh!”
“After that, it’s hard to have a smooth conversation.”
With a smiling face, he suddenly grabbed the back of my head and forcefully pushed it between his thighs. My face, still entangled in unbuckled belt and stiff fabric of the pants, was a mess.
“If you’re not a fucking kid, can’t you even undo a single buckle?”
“Uh, Ugh.”
“Breathe. Smell it.”
A damp growling voice echoed in my ears, and my nose was completely buried in the bulging crotch. He didn’t release the hand pressing my head, and as I struggled to breathe, the strong smell of flesh invaded my lungs just as he said.
“Uh, uh-.”
“How is it going to work? You said you wanted to do this. Even though I pulled you out, you should crawl over and lick it yourself, shouldn’t you? Do I have to guide you step by step like this?”
The smell of flesh, the pungent and sour odor of a man. I felt nauseous. He didn’t care and raised his waist, pressing the lump rising more and more unevenly against my cheek beyond the fabric. The hand gripping the back of my head suddenly dropped. He seized my wrists as I recoiled like a seizure.
“Don’t use your hands, just do it.”
“Uh….”
“I’ll undo the buckle for you. Open the zipper and take it out.”
As my wrists were lifted high, my body was inevitably drawn in. With an unstable balance, I tumbled over his pants as my face was diving into the zipper. Close to the loop of the zipper, there was a metallic taste, like blood, as I bit and pulled. While attempting to bite and pull it down, his pants became soaked with the saliva that dripped. As the zipper opened, the teeth on both sides scratched my lips. Cheeks and jaw alike, everything felt numb.
The revealed black underwear was already moist with my saliva. The thick mass, pushing the fabric up firmly, had been my nightmare for a week. If he hadn’t held my wrists, I would have somehow stumbled backward. As the underwear was exposed, the foul smell of flesh became even stronger. I didn’t know what to do.
“Suck it here. Stick your tongue out and lick it all.”
Apparently determined to give detailed instructions, he spat low, burying my nose in the underwear. There was no time to organize my scattered thoughts. I did exactly as told, opening my mouth wide and extending my tongue without hesitation. I clumsily licked the fabric with my wet tongue. The moist cloth stuck to my tongue.
Even beneath the cloth, the shape of the genitals became evident. Perhaps because I had examined it closely with my hands last week, I could vividly imagine the erect form. Although my knees ached as if they would break, it was nothing compared to the horror in front of me. Through the opening in the underwear, coarse hairs were visible. The reddish color of the flesh was apparent.
The black underwear became even darker, soaked not only with saliva but also with tears and nasal mucus. He casually stroked my head with his hand. When his hand that had been holding the back of my head was lifted, it suddenly smeared my face with the underwear.
“Don’t cry.”
“Ugh, Agh, Heh….”
“What did you do to cry? You’re not a faucet.”
Without realizing it, tears were indeed streaming down from my eyes. Lips pressed against the genitals, the underwear absorbed not only saliva but also tears and mucus. My efforts were focused on wanting to finish quickly. With a trembling tongue, I dug into the holes in the underwear.
As the hot flesh beneath touched my tongue, the rigid base of my tongue contracted, feeling numb. The warmth spread through my entire mouth, and I hastily closed my eyes, relieved that I made the right decision not to drink wine. If I had taken even a sip, I would have probably sprayed the wine I had vomited onto the pristine white bed, as he had said.
Seeing it from a distance where I could smell it, the fleshy pillar was even larger. The atrocity was suffocating. Not even halfway in yet, veins protruded grotesquely on the crimson surface. I could see coarse blood vessels, which made me shudder. The texture of the flesh was vivid. When his hand holding my neck exerted force, the thick, coarse pillar penetrated deep into my throat. I trembled with my knees as I grasped his thighs and pushed, but it was futile.
“I can’t breathe….”
“Open your mouth wider. I need to put it all in, there’s still more left.”
He showed no mercy. Without allowing me to withdraw, he didn’t even let me take a breath and, instead, used his fingers to widen my mouth further.
“Please understand. Due to Lee Seodan, my workload has increased significantly recently. Do you understand the value of that? Where did your conscience go?”
Eager to finish, I followed his instructions mechanically. The throbbing in my tongue intensified as the pillar’s size and hardness gradually increased. As the thick base pushed its way inside, the tip pierced deep into my throat, causing me to gag. It felt cruel. The coarse intrusion caused my insides to convulse.
Scratchy pubic hair scraped against my lips and chin, leaving behind a mix of saliva and mucus. The coarse flesh had torn through the fabric, revealing a sight that made me forget all preparation. I froze as the large fleshy mass emerged from the underwear.
“Pathetic. I’ve never seen someone this incapable.”
“…….”
“Well, it can’t be helped. Stick your tongue out more and relax your muscles.”
What sounded like a warning wasn’t a misconception. He released my wrists and, with both hands, grabbed the sides of my head, forcefully pulling it back. The partially withdrawn genitalia thrust back into my throat in an instant, as if determined to shove everything in. However it happened, he held my head, piercing through the narrow entrance of my throat.
If I could have spoken, I would have pleaded, but even that was impossible, causing my entire body to convulse. Through the circularly widened throat, a thick fleshy mass was forcefully pushed inside. My stomach turned, but the retching was stifled. Breathing through the nose was also impossible.
Just when I felt like I was about to suffocate, he allowed a bit of relief by withdrawing his genitalia slightly. I coughed violently, as if trying to expel everything, letting saliva flow onto the white sheet without feeling embarrassed. The only thought was that I needed to breathe. If this continued a little longer, it felt like I would die. Just when I thought I could barely catch my breath, he once again emotionlessly forced his genitalia into my mouth.
“Uh, oo… Ugh!”
“Why don’t you open your throat? How long do you plan to resist?”
“Ugh, ah, it hurts—ah, uuugh!”
I gripped his thighs with both hands, attempting to push him away, but he remained unyielding like steel. The torn lips allowed the thick pillar to slowly enter, then swiftly thrust further. I widened my eyes. The inside of my mouth seemed to bulge and the expanded throat felt like it was about to burst. My knees had lost sensation since before. He glanced at me, tears streaming down my face, briefly bit his waist, and the throbbing pillar slipped out of the reddened mouth. He lightly tapped the moist fleshy mass against my cheek. The pulsating veins left trails on my skin.
“Breathe. It’s the last time. I won’t withdraw until it’s over.”
“Heuk, uh, euk….”
He was sincere. I supported myself with the hand gripping his thigh and coughed violently. Looking up with tear-filled eyes, our gazes met. He observed my disheveled face with an indifferent expression, then firmly grabbed my head again.
My lungs ached. The soaked throat, now pierced through, struggled to inhale air, and I could barely breathe. The swollen tip was already pressing against my lips, and I sobbed, desperately trying to close my mouth. The sensation of choking overwhelmed me, and tears and mucus streamed down my face.
He held the back of my head and, after a brief silence, released the pressure, gently running his fingers through my hair.
“Ten seconds. I’ll give you ten seconds.”
“Heu, heueu, heu.”
I gasped for breath desperately, as if about to drown. Without a word, he waited expressionlessly, and as soon as ten seconds passed, he pulled the back of my head forward abruptly. The hand that had lightly caressed my head grabbed my hair. The numb jaw opened without resistance, and the elongated pillar entered my throat in one go.
“You should use your tongue.”
A chilling shiver ran down my head as he spoke coldly. A cold sting descended from above, and I couldn’t do anything but keep my mouth open. Neither my jaw nor my tongue moved as I wished. Knowing my condition, he held the sides of my head and moved his waist quickly. The swollen pillar forcefully pushed into my throat, causing me to gasp in shock. I opened my eyes wide. The mouth, bulging grotesquely, felt like the expanded throat was about to burst. I had lost sensation in my knees as if paralyzed. He glanced at me, tears streaming down my face, and then briefly halted his waist. The pulsating pillar smoothly slid out from the violently torn mouth. My jaw felt like it was dislocated, and I opened my mouth wide while tears and mucus flowed, waiting for him to finish.
Finally, with a squelching sound, the rigidly swollen genitalia emerged, pressing against the mucous membranes as it withdrew. As the throbbing glans touched the swollen lips, semen erupted. It sprayed all over—inside my open mouth, around my lips, on my chin, entirely with a nauseating and hot fluid. He continued to breathe heavily, still holding the firm genitalia against my wet cheek, caressing it. The distinct red veins scratched the area beneath my lips.
“Close your jaw.”
His genitalia scent filled my mouth entirely. I couldn’t close my mouth because of the retching. He forcibly closed my mouth with strong fingers, pressing the semen on my lips, seemingly trying to make it seep through. I recoiled, thinking there was nowhere else to go. My already stiffened knees trembled.
“Practice this instead of just studying. If you’re still this pathetic next week, I won’t let it slide.”
“Uyu… Ugh, ugh.”
“Go clean your face. It’s not over yet.”
Thinking there was no lower to go, his words made me burst into tears. Even if I tried to close my mouth, suppressed sobs kept escaping.
“Noisy.”
He cut in sharply. This time, his voice revealed genuine irritation.
“How long are you going to cry? Did I kidnap and bring Lee Seodan here? Please recognize the situation if you walked into the room yourself. I’m getting tired of being lenient.”
“Uh, heueu… Uuuggh.”
“Go wash up and compose yourself.”
edited by Ivy
