Speak of The Devil Chapter 22

The morning sex made my entire day feel hazy. Despite going to bed relatively early, having engaged twice the night before and then getting up in the morning to spend energy again left me feeling lethargic, almost as if I had a touch of flu. My mind was so foggy that I had to double-check things repeatedly to avoid making mistakes.

Yet, there was no respite from Jung Yiyeon’s teasing; one could say it was the terminal stage of infatuation. I didn’t even consider looking after Jung Yiyeon as burdensome. When he showed gratitude and smiled, I felt incredibly proud because his affection toward me was palpable.

Even in that absent-minded state, I found myself glancing at my phone whenever I had a chance. It was filled with images from a jewelry brand, the very one Park mentioned to me the day before. What I was browsing through fell under the bracelet category.

My style didn’t involve flashy appearances, so accessories like bracelets didn’t interest me at all. However, I could somehow understand why people liked them. A simple bracelet seemed like something I could comfortably wear. The extravagant ones that could be customized might suit someone like Jaeo, but not me.

Yet, it seemed like perhaps Jung Yiyeon had bought one of those for me. It was a gut feeling, but it was also a certainty. Thinking that Jung Yiyeon might gift me that bracelet soon made my heart tickle so much that I found myself smiling unknowingly, feeling a bit foolish at how many times a day I acted like a madman alone.

What reaction should I show if Jung Yiyeon gifts me the bracelet? Should I be happy? Or should I question why he gave me such a thing? Should I pretend not to understand the situation, as if he’s hiding his true feelings and trying to tease me? I used to think we wouldn’t get emotionally involved, but now I wanted to test the waters. Maybe then Jung Yiyeon, unaware that he already won my heart, would do even sweeter things to capture my affections. How about being even more affectionate than now? Wouldn’t I be overwhelmed with joy then?

Oh, when will that day come? What event will he organize while presenting the gift in an expensive restaurant to express his gratitude? Of course, just him giving me the bracelet would be a sufficiently touching event.

I couldn’t dismiss all of this as mere imagination now. It was quite a certain feeling within me. The Jung Yiyeon of the previous day and the incredibly affectionate Jung Yiyeon this morning had to make it so.

Especially this morning, as he picked out clothes for me in his dressing room and helped me tie my tie, he smiled so sweetly. It was a much more lovely moment than I had anticipated. This morning, we were the perfect couple, almost like any newlyweds.

Then, among these bracelets, which one did he buy for me? Did he ask for something simple? Or something extravagant? Maybe it’s not a couple’s bracelet. Park wouldn’t have been the person to handle such a thing.

My expectations were soaring limitlessly.

Jaeoh reached out to me when I was feeling on top of the world.

“Tomorrow evening, we’re meeting up with the gang. You should come too.”

Only then did I bother to check the group chat I had silenced and ignored, discovering they were planning a get-together. Since I hadn’t said a word, it was Jaeoh who contacted me privately.

“Depends on when I finish work. But I might not make it.”

I replied ambiguously. Although drinking with others felt more comfortable than drinking alone after having suggested it previously, I couldn’t give a definite answer. There was no guarantee I wouldn’t end up at Jung Yiyeon’s house tomorrow evening. Despite the push and pull, even setting that aside, there couldn’t be a prior commitment above Jung Yiyeon.

“It’s been a while since we gathered, so make sure to come.”

“Okay. I’ll try.”

If I didn’t end up at Jung Yiyeon’s house, I might be able to go. Of course, I wouldn’t stay long considering I had work the next day. I left a message in the group chat that I’d join if I had the time. Some others chattered away, but I ignored them without a second thought.

It was a really good day. Perhaps tonight and tomorrow night, Jung Yiyeon would want to be with me. If he did, I’d willingly put everything else aside just to be available for him.

So, until quitting time, I worked in a delightful anticipation. Would I sleep at his place tonight too? I might need to change clothes since I’ve been wearing the same outfit for a couple of days. Would it be okay to suggest going to our place to sleep, or maybe leaving some of my belongings at Jung Yiyeon’s house? I pondered, occasionally checking out bracelets.

Jung Yiyeon didn’t have evening plans specifically, so I figured he might be working overtime. But even overtime would be alright. If he finished late, he’d probably insist I sleep before leaving.

However, around six in the evening, Jung Yiyeon called me to his office.

“Sir. You were looking for me?”

The man wearing the suit I’d chosen that morning looked stunning. He was truly a handsome man. It made me oddly proud, almost like a parent, to think I had a hand in raising Jung Yiyeon, even though it wasn’t the case at all.

“Secretary Lee. Are you feeling alright?”

How could a voice be so sweet, like it was dipped in honey? His concerned tone sent shivers down my spine. If that gaze and voice weren’t affectionate, then there was no love in this world. I forced myself to stifle a laugh that threatened to escape and nodded silently.

“Sure, I’m fine.”

“You looked like a chick dozing off after taking medicine.”

I blushed at the observation, but my heart raced even more.

Jung Yiyeon, were you observing me that closely? I was only dozing off for a moment. With that thought, my chest warmed up. Ah, honestly, because of what happened yesterday twice and once this morning, the inside of my thighs wasn’t in a good state, yet I wanted to have sex. If not from behind, I wanted to do it orally. I wanted to bite and suck on his body, bring pleasure. Holding each other’s genitals and caressing would be truly thrilling. I wanted to hold them together with one hand and stroke. And I wanted to kiss. I wanted to kiss for two or three hours until those lips swelled up.

“I’m leaving work early today.”

However, Jung Yiyeon shattered my pink fantasies with a single sentence. Expecting he would suggest leaving together, I couldn’t believe he told me to go alone.

“Ah… Sir…”

“I have a family gathering today. I didn’t mention it because I didn’t have a set schedule.”

Ah, a family gathering. Why have a family gathering suddenly on a Tuesday? I wish it was tomorrow instead.

While I understood, part of me felt regretful. Since Jaeo had planned for us to drink together tomorrow, if I ended up being with Jung Yiyeon, I definitely couldn’t go. I tried to console my disappointed self while mentally rearranging my schedule.

“Sure. Would you take the car? I’ll head to the office tomorrow morning.”

“Sure. Rest well today.”

I wanted to kiss the smiling man. Wouldn’t it be alright to wish him a good evening with a kiss? After all, Jung Yiyeon had kissed me multiple times the previous day when he left for lunch. But now, Jung Yiyeon seemed not inclined to do anything. I briefly pondered if I should kiss him. I really wanted to.

However, I couldn’t bring myself to make my desires a reality and just nodded to him before turning away. Jung Yiyeon didn’t stop me as I left the office. I had hoped he’d grab my wrist, turn me around, and give me a passionate kiss, but it didn’t happen.

Perhaps, even a goodbye kiss seemed difficult to control the rising desire. I could guess Jung Yiyeon’s state of mind. Even though I’d be okay after the family gathering ends late at night, I couldn’t stop my heart from feeling sticky.

It occurred to me belatedly that I might not be the intended recipient of that bracelet. It could be a gift for someone’s birthday in the family. So, I reasoned with myself to curb unnecessary expectations. I went home and spent the time alone. Even without overtime, the evening I couldn’t spend with him felt quite lonely.

***

The gathering from the previous day didn’t seem comfortable. From the morning, Jung Yiyeon looked quite tired. The managers who entered his room to report on matters to be approved often left with contemplative expressions. I assessed his mood discreetly. Sensing he had a headache, I didn’t forget to place Tylenol on his desk.

“Thank you.”

Jung Yiyeon, acknowledging the need, took two painkillers and swallowed them with water. His face didn’t look good. It was only natural that my heart felt uneasy seeing his pale face.

Perhaps reading my concern, Jung Yiyeon suddenly smiled faintly and said, “I’m a little tired.”

“Should we cancel the afternoon schedule?”

“I managed the morning, so I’ll think of something for the afternoon. Can I take a break?”

Jung Yiyeon’s strain today was due to money. The hotel acquisition required a substantial amount. Although the hotel’s finances were currently stable and the company reserves were quite high, for the acquisition, loans or investments were indeed necessary. Jung Yiyeon could expand the hotel significantly because he attracted substantial investment and managed the financial circulation.

However, it seemed like an issue arose during yesterday’s gathering. There was talk about not receiving funding from the headquarters, necessitating more urgent assistance from the financial sector or finding other investment firms.

That wasn’t a particularly important issue for me. Whether the company failed and I became unemployed or not, I had never worried about such things. The only thing I worried about was Jung Yiyeon’s well-being. Seeing him still suffering from a headache, pressing his temples with one hand, made my heart ache.

So, my body acted on its own.

“Ah…”

Standing behind Jung Yiyeon, I gently nuzzled his neck. It was a rather impulsive act, unlike the hesitation from yesterday about kissing. Jung Yiyeon seemed slightly surprised but didn’t refuse my touch. Instead, he leaned forward, allowing me to reach his neck and shoulders more comfortably.

I gently stroked and applied pressure to his stiffened neck and shoulders. Underneath his shirt, the warmth of his skin made my fingers slightly tingle. I pressed firmly with my thumb along the boundary between his hairline and neck, massaged his shoulders, and gently patted his back, absentmindedly recalling the fingernail marks I’d left on his back.

“Ha… Secretary Lee.”

Jung Yiyeon exhaled lazily and muttered, “Being this affectionate is a sickness.”

“Should I stop then?”

“What would I do if you stopped?”

Ah, why is this guy so cute? Inside, I chuckled softly as I continued to massage his neck, shoulders, and pressure points softly. I even applied pressure with my fingers to his scalp. I struggled to avoid messing up his hair, but the fact that Jung Yiyeon exhaled with relief made me extremely proud. I didn’t realize my fingers were sore and tired. I diligently worked on his stiffened shoulders until they softened.

“I’m not particularly interested in owning a group, to be honest.”

Suddenly, Jung Yiyeon blurted out something irrelevant. I was a little surprised, but I continued moving my hand as if nothing had happened.

“But constantly being suspected and controlled annoys me. I just wish to focus on work.”

I knew the succession in the group was firmly established from the chairman’s eldest son to the eldest daughter. However, seeing talks of suspicion and control at a family gathering indicated that the hierarchy might not be as rigid as expected.

Perhaps there was intense rivalry among the third generation over what’s left. Most of them had roles in the headquarters or subsidiaries, but receiving an entire subsidiary was known to be unique to Jung Yiyeon. So, among cousins, wasn’t it enough to become the target of jealousy and competition?

“Continuously bringing up marriage is also unpleasant.”

“Do you not know the boss’s preferences?”

“Some people know, some people don’t. Those who are so interested in attaching people to me probably wouldn’t know, right?”

Jung Yiyeon retorted with a smirk.

“And my preferences aren’t really important to those people. They’re the ones who play around but insist on marriage.”

“…I see.”

I wonder if that’s what conglomerate heads think. Well, in these strategic marriages, love probably has no place. Even the chaebols in dramas end up getting married and creating a facade of a couple managing their own household, don’t they? If that’s reality, it might mean Jung Yiyeon might eventually get into a marriage for the sake of it. Just thinking about it makes me feel hurt for no reason.

“It’s strange. I’m saying even these things to my Secretary.”

He gently opened his eyes and suddenly held my hand.

He pulled me closer. Next thing I knew, I was sitting on his lap. Reflexively, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted his head. Our lips met. Soft kisses exchanged, slightly sticky yet ticklish.

Ah… If I had known he enjoyed kissing me like this, I should have kissed him when we parted yesterday. Holding onto his neck, I alternated between gentle and slightly rough kisses on his lips. His lips reddened from my kisses felt so strange, my heart raced wildly.

“…I feel like I might get addicted to this, doing it in the office.”

His arms around my waist, he whispered. Leaning fully on the back of the chair, his expression had notably improved. My face lit up as the headache lightened, but I had no idea why I felt so proud. I just smiled silently.

“Even when my heart is complicated and irritated, I can see that my Secretary is pretty.”

No… If you suddenly say something that makes my heart race, it might burst, you know?

Jung Yiyeon, who doesn’t hide his affection for me now. How could we have initially agreed to a relationship based solely on sex?

Everything that confused me was because of the way we started. I would have rather been straightforward from the beginning, saying I was interested, let’s date, and I would have loved you more freely. Why push me away when you’re going to love me like this? I felt both delighted and incredulous.

“Boss, you know, you’re really lucky to see my face a lot.”

I said mixing humor and sincerity. To which Jung Yiyeon chuckled and said, “Yeah, then keep looking at me beautifully.”

Our lips brushed lightly, and in a seductive tone, he murmured, “Want to suck me off?”

…Damn. That was seriously a very racy line.

In the office, and it’s not even lunchtime yet. While everyone is diligently working and guarding the office during this time. Asking for it? This crazy guy.

“…Ha, Boss, seriously.”

Of course, I was also a crazy person.

I stood up from his lap, hiding my body under the desk, and sat between his legs, saying, “The door isn’t locked, so do it quickly.”

“Wow, it’s so thrilling; I feel like coming right now.”

While talking nonsense, Jung Yiyeon spread his legs to make me comfortable. Of course, it was by no means comfortable, considering the limited space under the desk. In that narrow space, I reached out, unfastened his pants’ belt, undid the buckle, lowered the zipper, and pulled out his presence-exuding genitals from under the underwear, teasing the tip with my lips.

“Ha….”

A languid moan escaped from Jung Yiyeon’s lips.

Hearing the moans of satisfaction, I wanted to torment him by sucking for a long time, but there was no time. Someone might not come in immediately, but I was nervous because I hadn’t locked the door. It could be someone rushing in with urgent reports. Even if they knock, it would be awkward if it happened while we were in the middle of it.

With a firm grip, I sucked and pulled on Jung Yiyeon’s genitals, using saliva as lubricant, and ran my hand through the shaft. I quickly played with the hand that wrapped around his genitals, sucked on the glans, and pulled it up.

“Ha, Secretary Lee…”

Jung Yiyeon’s hand stroked my head. The warmth of his hand penetrating through the strands of hair, touching the scalp, made my spine tingle. Ah… Why is Jung Yiyeon so good like this? Every time I inhaled the scent emanating from the crotch, I felt intoxicated. The bodily fluids that accumulated in my mouth felt sweet to the point of being sticky.

I gently massaged his testicles with my hand, tilting my head a bit more. The round glans pressed into my mouth as my tongue pushed inside. Swallowing the genitals along with the accumulated saliva, I enveloped Jung Yiyeon’s genitals a little deeper. Then I closed my lips tightly, sucked, spit it out, and repeated the process.

“Hu…”

When I swallowed deeply, Jung Yiyeon let out a low moan. His voice was so satisfying that I sucked him several times. Despite the uncomfortable position and limited space, my head moved quickly. I wanted to lick a bit more with my tongue, but I couldn’t afford to be relaxed due to the imminent danger of someone walking in.

I’m not the one receiving affection, yet I’m finding this thrilling while caressing someone else’s. My heart was pounding. The guilt of performing oral sex on Jung Yiyeon in the office in broad daylight reached to the tip of my head, but it only fueled my excitement and pleasure.

“Ha… Stop now…”

As the end approached, Jung Yiyeon tried to push me away. But can I just leave my face there? I have to work without flinching until this afternoon.

So, I tightened my grip around his glans and didn’t let it out of my mouth. Instead, I teased and shook his wet genitals vigorously with my hand. His wide-spread firm thighs twitched and stiffened.

“Ugh…”

At the moment of climax, Jung Yiyeon grabbed my hair tightly. I sucked on his genitals more vigorously, stimulating the tip with my tongue as if pushing it in. His held genitalia writhed, heralding the end.

“Secretary Lee…”

Jung Yiyeon’s voice flowed clearer than ever. When the liquid shot into my mouth, I involuntarily swallowed some. As Jung Yiyeon pulled his genitals out of my mouth, “Euk!” A white liquid spurted onto my face. I instinctively shut my eyes tightly. Luckily, I was wearing glasses, so there wasn’t any mishap with my eyes. But the sticky, slimy liquid splattered all over my face.

Ugh, I intended to just do it in my mouth because I disliked this, but where did my manners go? As someone who loves him, I didn’t particularly dislike it. I was just worried about the remaining work hours after performing fellatio at the office. Getting ejaculate on my face was awkward and worrying for the remaining work hours.

“Oh, Boss, really…”

At the moment I was about to question what to do with it on my face, Jung Yiyeon rubbed his genitals against my face. With ejaculate-moistened cheeks and lips, the genitals were messily applied. With more ejaculation, my face became entirely sticky.

“It’s too sexy.”

I’m the crazy one thinking that Jung Yiyeon’s voice, drenched in heat, is too explicit. The satisfaction in his voice unavoidably pleased me more. So, I sighed briefly and opened my lips to take his genitals, which had completed ejaculation, back into my mouth.

“Ha…”

I sucked on his glans, smeared with a thin liquid, while hearing his shallow breathing. As it started to lose strength, I filled my mouth a bit more, then sucked it clean. The liquid spreading in my mouth was disgustingly infinite, yet I forced myself to breathe and sucked on his penis to the end. The night-flower scent was lingering.

After sucking his penis a few more times until it fully shriveled, only then did I take Jung Yiyeon’s penis out of my mouth.

Jung Yiyeon held my chin and pushed his finger into my mouth. His finger entered the lips that had just been holding his penis, suppressing the saliva and semen. Feeling pressure on his finger, I obediently opened my mouth.

Several more times, he traced my tongue with his finger, lasciviously rubbing the sticky liquid. Worried that saliva might drip out, I sucked his finger, swallowing what had gathered in my mouth.

Finally satisfied, Jung Yiyeon withdrew his finger from my mouth. His face was flushed red. It was satisfying to see him so flushed, even though I must have looked no different below. For now, I was content with the satisfaction evident in his flushed face.

“You did well.”

Jung Yiyeon murmured, rubbing the semen still clinging to my face on my cheeks. He lazily smiled, completely forgetting his headache. Seeing him, I smirked. It was a proud smile born out of genuine satisfaction.

“Can you clean your face?”

This much was reasonable to ask for. Despite Jung Yiyeon quite enjoying my appearance covered in semen, it wasn’t something sustainable forever.

“Oh, sure. I’ll clean it for you, of course.”

Jung Yiyeon chuckled, took out a wet tissue, removed my glasses, and wiped them first before cleaning my face. His affectionate touch extended from my semen-splattered eyebrows and forehead to my nose bridge, cheeks, lips, and chin. I closed my eyes slightly and savored his touch.

In retrospect, it was a ridiculous thing to suck your boss’s genitals at work. Yet, despite everything, it was strangely enjoyable. Just with a face brimming with satisfaction, my heart was filled with happiness. His gentle touch, as if cherishing my face, was nothing but delightful.

Then suddenly, the office door creaked and opened between my legs.

“Secretary Lee, are you hard?”

At the subtle nudging of the shoe against my pants, I flinched. Everything was going well, but what kind of kinky behavior was this? I pushed away Jung Yiyeon’s leg and replied.

“You don’t have to get hard while I’m sucking someone else’s, do you?”

It was almost about to stand, even now, I felt it could rise and fall instantly, but I pretended to be unfazed. It was somewhat embarrassing.

“Too bad. I wanted to try it in the office.”

“I don’t necessarily need penetration when I’m having sex.”

“But it looks better when you feel it from behind.”

His almost teasing reply made me burst into laughter. Jung Yiyeon, despite saying perverted things, was unbelievably innocent and shameless. Finding that cute was a problem for me.

I pushed Jung Yiyeon away, and he pulled the chair back to let me get out. After crouching under the desk for quite a while, my joints were protesting. But I couldn’t show any signs of discomfort. I casually picked up my glasses from his desk. They were clean, thanks to Jung Yiyeon. Putting them on, I said, “I plan to leave on time today.”

“Good, leaving on time.”

Jung Yiyeon responded with a meaningful smile to my cryptic announcement. His slyly folded eyes smiling back at me were dangerously affecting my heart. It was so mesmerizing that I wanted to kiss him, forgetting the stale taste in my mouth.

Despite wiping my face, still feeling gross after the semen, Jung Yiyeon’s lighter expression made me feel only happiness and satisfaction.

I liked Jung Yiyeon this much. And Jung Yiyeon, do you also like… me?

I felt like bursting into foolish laughter, so I managed my expression and left the office. Even as I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I couldn’t shake off the giggles at the absurdity of performing fellatio at the office in broad daylight.

But that laughter didn’t last long.

As lunchtime approached.