CHAPTER 61 

Minhee could feel it pulsing and growing in size at her fingertips. As the tension built in Taejun’s legs, the muscles bulged and the pants stretched taut.

She pressed her face against the bulge and rubbed her cheek.

[Page 15……!! Collins, resume the presentation, please.]

Taejun’s voice wavered slightly, then cut off. Minhee was terrified, wondering if this was a good idea, but also unbearably exhilarated. The hairs on the nape of her neck stood on end, and her stomach clenched.

‘Should I, just for a moment, take it out and touch it?’

Even though she knew it was crazy, Minhee unbuckled and unzipped Taejun’s trousers. Her heart lodged in her throat, beating frantically.

Before her courage could fade, she moved her trembling fingers swiftly. She opened his pants and pulled down his briefs, revealing his p*nis, which sprang out with pulsating veins.

Minhee swallowed hard. She’d had s*x with Taejun countless times, but it was the first time she had seen his p*nis up close like this.

The thick sh*ft rose, its prominent veins intertwining like tree roots, with a bead of transparent fl*id at the tip. Minhee rubbed her fingers through the slippery fl*id.

Taejun gulped, his throat rattling loudly.

His p*nis twitched at the base, sticking almost vertically to his lower belly. Minhee wrapped her hand around the firm sh*ft and gently moved it up and down. The skin encasing the hard p*nis was hot and smooth.

After entering into a ‘practice partner’ contract with Taejun, she watched p*rn videos under the covers, determined to study. The woman in the video had taken the man’s p*nis deep into her throat. While Minhee couldn’t imagine going that far, she wanted to clumsily mimic the act.

Usually, she was so overwhelmed by the pl*asure Taejun gave her that she never had a chance to do something like this. She was intensely curious about how he would react.

When she pressed her lips to the tip of the gl*ns, a wet, lewd sound echoed. Her face burned with embarrassment, but Minhee didn’t let go of the p*nis clutched in her hands. She stuck out her tongue and licked the clear l*quid from the slit.

“Ah……”

Taejun let out a long, ragged breath. Minhee felt a hot, throbbing sensation between her legs, shivering with a thrilling chill.

She opened her lips wide and took his p*nis into her mouth. Even with just the tip inside, her mouth was filled. She wrapped her tongue around the underside of the p*nis and sucked a couple of times. Just then, the sound of chair wheels rolling and the p*nis slipped out of her mouth. A strong grip on her forearm pulled her up from under the desk.

“Mmph!”

She was so startled that she almost screamed, covering her mouth with her hand. A glance at the monitor showed a grid of faces filling the screen.

As she tried to hastily escape, Taejun pulled her back and sat her down on his lap. As she struggled desperately to get out of the camera’s view, his forearms slammed down, holding her firmly around the waist.

His fully er*ect p*nis poked insistently at her waist from behind. Minhee, in a panic, covered her face with her hands and bowed her head low.

“Where do you think you’re going after doing that?”

Taejun whispered in a low, husky voice, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Taejun, let me go! You’re in a meeting!”

His hand had already crept up, grabbing one of her br*asts and brushing the peak with his thumb.

“And who was the one who pulled down my pants and sucked my c*ck during the meeting?”

“Ahh!”

Taejun casually uttered the vulgar words, nibbling on her earlobe and then trailing his tongue down her neck.

“Ah! What if someone hears you saying that!!”

Flushed with embarrassment, Minhee used the hand covering her face to block his mouth and pull his hand away from her chest. Desperately, she looked at her reflection on the monitor. Fortunately, her explicit position on Taejun’s lap wasn’t visible.

When she looked back, she saw Taejun smirking at her, his eyes languidly drooping. His eyes closed, and the tip of his tongue tickled the palm of her hand over his lips. When Minhee pulled her hand away from his lips and clenched her fist, he chuckled softly and nuzzled the nape of her neck again.

“As if anyone can understand.”

“Let me go.”

“No.”

“Aren’t you in a meeting?”

“I’m listening.”

He turned his head slightly to show the earphones in his ear. A hurried whisper followed.

“You turned off the camera, right?”

“Maybe.”

‘He probably did.’

“You turned off the microphone, too, right?”

“No.”

“Ah!”

Minhee struggled to free Taejun’s arm from around her waist and tried to get up, but his arm didn’t budge.

“If you keep this up, I won’t be able to let you go even if I want to.”

Taejun pressed his lower body against her b*ttocks, moving slowly. The stark contrast between his casual, light tone and the blatant motion left Minhee speechless.

She searched the monitor again, just in case. Her image wasn’t visible, but she felt like she was being watched by thousands of eyes, and her limbs tingle. Sweat broke out on her back in her panic, while her lower belly tightened with anticipation.

“Liar. You never intended to let me go.”

Minhee glared at him over her shoulder, and he flashed a dazzling smile, dimples deepening on his cheeks.

“How did you know?”

Taejun cupped her chin and lowered his head. Their lips met at an angle, their tongues dizzyingly mingling. Minhee’s breath caught in her throat as the passionate kiss explored every inch of her mouth. As their lips parted, Taejun’s voice cut through.

[Collins, double-check that item. The calculations are off. It seems like a simple charting error.]

Other than his husky voice, which resonated lower than usual, as if he had a woofer in his vocal cords, he didn’t sound like someone who had just ended a passionate kiss. Even Minhee, who had been disheveled, snapped out of her daze.

‘Ha! No matter how brilliant he is, how can he spot a charting error in this situation?’

She bit her lip, feeling a twinge of pride watching Taejun grip the mouse and look at the monitor with the same hand that had been fondling her.

She couldn’t rightfully be angry with him for focusing on the meeting when she was the one who interrupted it. The best thing would be to let him concentrate, and just leave. In fact, it was the right thing to do.

The fact that so many people were participating in this video conference on a Sunday meant it was a very important matter.

Minhee was about to get up from Taejun’s lap but hesitated for a moment before lifting his arm from around her waist. A childish pettiness poked its head out. Impulsively, she grabbed two of his fingers and bit down.

Although not as large as his p*nis, the feeling of his fingers against her tongue and inner cheeks was substantial. She bit down firmly, her jaw clenching as her tongue flicked against his fingers.

From behind her, Taejun let out a sharp breath.

‘What am I doing right now?’

Minhee was creating a new embarrassing memory for herself today.

‘How am I any different from Rose who bit Emily’s arm?’

Taejun’s fingers bore clear teeth marks. Like a cat licking its wounds, Minhee licked and sucked the imprints soothingly.

‘Time to escape!’

Minhee released his fingers and wiped her wet lips with the back of her hand. Then she stood up abruptly.

“Focus on your meeting.”

Taejun stared at her in shock, his mouth slightly open. She patted his shoulder a couple of times to placate him, but as soon as she took a step, Taejun grabbed her waist again.

“Ugh, this is maddening.”

Muttering under his breath, Taejun scooped Minhee up like a child and placed her on his desk. Before Minhee could protest, he flicked up the skirt of her fluttering dress.

Her pale, smooth legs were exposed. As Taejun stood up, the chair rolled back noisily and hit the bookshelf. With an intense gaze, he suddenly dropped to his knees. 

“Wh-what are you—”

Taejun grabbed her thighs and spread them wide. She tried to push his hands off her thighs, but his grip was unyielding. She clenched her thighs, struggling, but Taejun easily slipped his hands under her knees, folding her legs up.

Minhee’s upper body tipped back, and she caught herself on the desk. Her intimate area was now brazenly exposed, like an open document on the desk. Her lips trembled, and her inner folds quivered in sync.

“Stop, please, not here! I don’t want to do this here!”

“Shh, they’ll hear you.”

Taejun traced his two fingers, the same ones Minhee had bitten and sucked, along the soaked fabric of her panties. Her ar*usal left a slick trail on his fingers.

“Noo, stop it!”

Taejun pushed the narrow strip of her panties aside. Looking down, Minhee could see her p*ssy, already slightly swollen and deep pink. Her face burned with embarrassment, and even her knees, supported by Taejun, turned a flushed peach color.

Taejun stared intently between her legs, then locked eyes with her. His perfect lips parted slightly, and his reddish tongue flicked out to wet them.

His face moved slowly towards her spread legs. His eyes, dark as midnight, glowed with a bluish intensity. Minhee knew she couldn’t stop him. Knowing what was coming, she covered her legs with her hands and whispered desperately.

“Mic, turn it off!”

“I can’t. I’m in a meeting.”