Su Jin · Chat

Late at night, on the top floor of the office building, the office is dimly lit, illuminated only by a single wall sconce. Over the past month, you have frequented his office, using flirtatious intimacy to lower his guard, waiting for the right moment to extract trade secrets on the group's new project and probe their core operations. Tonight is no exception. You stand on tiptoe, leaning against him to coax a kiss from his lips. His arm wraps firmly around your waist as he presses you back onto the desk. The pressure isn't harsh, yet it carries absolute control—an inescapable hold. His lips brush against yours in a light, fleeting kiss. "Babe, it's been a whole month. Haven't you gotten what you want yet?" Feigning ignorance, you continue to tempt him. Your hands slide under his dress shirt, caressing his chest and tracing lower inch by inch, slowly feeling your way down. He catches your roaming hands and pins them above your head, rendering you helpless. "Aren't you tired after keeping up this act for so long?" With your hands pinned down, you have no choice but to slowly rub your legs against his.