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sssquiddles · 1 year ago

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between the greedy...

He takes just to have and she takes to survive. Or, what happens when two people with their hands in everyone’s pockets have a fateful encounter in the elevator?

My Mister. 7.9k words. Lee Ji-An/Do Jun-Yeong. Angst, implied sexual content, very slight dubcon, romantic tension, oneshot.

Scene 1

Ji-An moved away from the desk, striding slowly around the room as she took it all in—the CEO’s office. It was the first time she’d ever really been in a place this… opulent. It silently whispered power, in the understated gray and dark tones, sleek and modern. It wasn’t throwing money at your face, it was a resigned show of that man’s place in this company, in this world.

She could feel his eyes on the back of her head, waiting for her ultimatum, and she only continued to take in the view, almost with a sense of leisure. She knew she’d be getting something out of this: she’d landed herself a golden goose. For now—she had to be careful, of course. This could either pay off the rest of her debt, or she’d be left in the dirt again.

She’d told herself that she would keep her head down and dutifully, honestly work to pay off the debt. But after she’d had the shit beat out of her again by that bastard, on top of having to pay more debt for her Grandma’s care facility…

Her head turned, and her dark eyes found his, across the room.

“I saw the phone number on your second phone. I saw the same phone number come up under ‘wife’ in Park Dong-Hoon’s phone. Are you dating his wife?”

The statement hung in the air, dissolving into their silent stare. He mulled over her words, what they could spell for him, and she studied the books and soulless knick knacks sitting on the shelves behind him. There wasn’t a single piece of that entire office that felt like it belonged to him. No pictures of family, no candy wrappers to reveal a hidden sweet tooth, nothing but paperwork, and the 2G phone that had landed them both here.

Well, that was one thing, at least.

“You don’t know why she’d been calling me, we’d gone to university together. You can’t prove any of your baseless claims,” Jun-Yeong replied, easily, sitting back in his chair as his shoulders relaxed a little. Wrong move.

Ji-An directed her expressionless gaze back on the young CEO, studying his face, his posture, the way his hand still hovered protectively over the 2G phone. The littlest crumble in his otherwise solid stone defense, the perfect place to start to dig.

“Why would you date a middle aged woman, anyway?” she went on to ask, as if he hadn’t spoken in the first place. Her tone, casual. Far too casual to be regarding the CEO with, but it was obvious that she had very little regard for those others deemed more worthy of respect. “Isn’t she… old? Or is she pretty?”

Pause. No answer. He only stared at her, but the muscle in his hand that hovered near the phone flexed. Protective.

“She must be pretty. Far too pretty for you to pretend.”

“What do you want? Money?” Jun-Yeong asked, his tone rising as anger started to fester within him. His defense, crumbling. Crumbled.

“I can get Park Dong-Un and Park Dong-Hoon fired. You saw how swift and skillful I am already. 10,000,000 won for one, 10,000,000 for the other…”

Scene 2

It was easy, too easy to dispose of Park Dong-Un. He was higher up than Park Dong-Hoon, of course, the higher they stand, the harder they fall. After the issue she’d had leaving a tapping device in his office, Ji-An had thought and prepared for more road bumps after that, but their scheme had gone off without a hitch.

Drugged and driven towards the seaside, right before a huge deal between their company and another from overseas. He’d appeared to have fumbled hard, been demoted, and sent to the company’s office in Busan.

He wasn’t disposed off entirely cleanly—he was fighting against the punishment, the supposed fuck-up, of course, they always did. People who had never lost anything always floundered when presented with the fear of losing everything. They realize how much they’d taken for granted, how much they stand to lose.

Ji-An, she was used to losing. Losing, and losing, and losing. She was done drowning in the hole she’d been left in outside of her control. She’d take control.

She was a little more careful with Park Dong-Hoon, she’d build it up a little slower. The listening device on his phone made it easier to plan ahead, to cover her own tracks.

“You moved recklessly. Park Dong-Un has never had an alcohol related incident.” Jun-Yeong pressed, his voice low, dangerous. The tour guide that they both happened to be ‘listening to’ (public, inconspicuous place) droned on undisturbed in the background.

“What incidents has he had, then?” Ji-An retorted, and the young CEO fell silent. Trumped, again. It was obvious how infuriated that made him—that this little cockroach could leave him speechless in such a way.

“Do not move without my word. Report to me before you move on with the plan,” he said, pressing a thick envelope into her hand. Gift vouchers, paid for with cash. She glanced through the bills, counting.

“I’ve already started to work on Park Dong-Hoon,” Ji-An replied, glancing up at his profile, noting the way his jaw set. “I’ve got a picture of us kissing, already put up on a gossiping forum that an indiscreet employee frequents. It’ll spread, slowly, and then you can get him fired for sexual misconduct with a younger employee.”

He’d started to go on about how they couldn’t both fall at once, it’d be obvious that someone was scheming, that he’d be behind it—and he seemed angry about this plan. Why? It was solid, and there were already people who had seen Park Dong-Hoon interacting with her somewhat suspiciously before this entire plot had hatched.

Ji-An couldn’t care less about their corporate politics, his fine balanced plan. He wanted them both fired, she’d get them both fired, what about that didn’t he understand?

He looked down at her. She hated the way he looked at her—looking down on her like every other person in her life ever had. She’d been called shameless. She was shameless, she acted so. But there was still something in there, something that festered when she felt that stare on her.

“I’m adding to our agreement,” she muttered, as she turned to walk off, bumping her shoulder against his. “Buy me dinner for every day that this plot drags on.”

She didn’t wait for his response, or confirmation. She held the cards, the evidence, the ticket that could punch his downfall. He just didn’t realize that yet. He’d learn.

Scene 3

Ji-An ate silently and efficiently. She’d looked around the private room before they’d sat down, nodding as she deemed it exactly as expensive as she’d expected. It far exceeded the place that Dong-Hoon had taken her to when she’d demanded something fancy before. The taste of the side dishes was beyond anything her pallet was used to, almost cringing away from the rich, understated flavors. She’d never be disrespectful towards food (especially considering the fact that she was used to eating scraps from her second job), but there was something unbeatable about the greasier, cheaper food that she was more accustomed to.

Jun-Yeong cleared his throat, and she felt his eyes on her as he haltingly poured himself a drink from the ceramic decanter of soju, as if he wasn’t used to the motion.

What respect was she meant to give him, when she knew of the horrible person simmering beneath his pleasant outer shell? As if.

She poured herself a little soju, sipping it with a cheekful of beef and some sparse, vinegar-y salad. She would eat until she physically couldn’t anymore.

“Do you have anything else to report?” Jun-Yeong asked, after he’d slowly chewed on a small bit of beef, patting his lips with a cloth napkin.

She raised her head to meet his eyes, slowing her own chewing for a moment as she rolled over the last few days of conversation that she’d heard.

This was only the second time he’d taken her out for dinner per their agreement, and the comfort level of their meetings had never changed. Stiff, cold. She didn’t mind it, as Ji-An thoroughly detested the idea of cozying up to this scum sucking greedy dog of a man.

“Dong-Hoon knows you’ve done something to him,” Ji-An finally replied, staring ahead at him as she took another drink of the expensive soju.

Jun-Yeong shifted forward a little, incredulous that she’d kept that from him—that she hadn’t immediately spilled the details of what exactly that ‘something’ was.

“In a conversation, he’d said… sometime around last Spring, you’d greeted him in a friendly manner, and he knew just then that you’d done something to him,” she finally recounted, her hand moving towards the bottle of soju to pour herself another glass—Jun-Yeong reached out to stop her, grabbing her wrist.

“What exactly? Did he say he knew what?” the young CEO pressed, giving her wrist a squeeze with a surprisingly warm hand, before he realized what he was doing and detached from her, sitting back down and smoothing out his tie.

Ji-An only stared at him, anger simmering under the surface of her frigid expression.

“No,” she replied, finishing the motion to grab the ceramic decanter again, filling her small glass once more. “You’re not as discreet as you must think you are.”

“What’s more indiscreet than the CEO meeting up with a temporary worker for dinner every night?” Jun-Yeong scoffed, as if the hypocrite sitting in the room was her.

“What’s more indiscreet than fucking your subordinate’s wife?” Ji-An mumbled under her breath, taking another large bite of rice and meat.

Jun-Yeong slammed his cup down on the table, though the girl in front of him didn’t even flinch, casually dragging her gaze up to meet his, something mocking in her expression. Something that said, ‘going to throw a fit because I’m right?’

A muscle in his jaw twitched as he set it, staring into her eyes. Her dark, cold, defiant eyes.

She looked down at him.

She ate like she was starving, like she’d never see food again, she was shameless, poor, a temporary worker, she worked recklessly without polish, and she didn’t know that she was supposed to pour her senior their drink—and yet she had the gall to look down on him.

She was infuriating.

But he couldn’t deny that above all else, Ji-An made his heart race.

Scene 4

Ji-An stared into his face as the recording played out, Park Dong-Hoon covering up the affair to Park Dong-Un. She could see the gears turning, the slight quirk in his brow as he realized—his ass was covered. Dong-Hoon had too much pride to reveal that that punk had been fucking his wife. She skipped ahead, later into the day, to him getting the phone booth that number was connected to removed entirely.

Once it was done, she shifted a little in the seat of Jun-Yeong’s car, putting her phone away as she let her eyes sweep over the interior. It felt and looked brand new, and that festering resentment pooled in her stomach again. She just wanted his money and to get this over with.

“It’s over, then. You can’t fire Park Dong-Hoon. Are we going to end this now?” she’d asked, eyebrows raised ever so slightly, expectantly. She couldn’t genuinely say she was as detached from it all as she was before—this wasn’t some random salaryman who lived well off and could handle being put out, it was… someone like her. She felt bad at the thought of ruining his life.

“Keep listening further. He may get drunk and reveal something else. Report to me if he does,” Jun-Yeong commanded, holding her gaze.

Ji-An took pause—hadn’t she done enough? “You really want me to keep spending my time listening to this guy talk?”

Jun-Yeong didn’t break her gaze as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a thick envelope full of bills, holding it out to her. “1,000,000 a week. I know you need the money,” his lip curled in a sneer, something he didn’t allow to happen often, as much as the urge clearly struck him.

Ji-An’s eye contact was unwavering as she took the envelope, something… horrible festering within her. She didn’t want to be a part of this damn plot anymore, she wanted to leave Dong-Hoon alone.

Silence, gazes holding. Ji-An’s heart was pounding in her chest—anger? Something near despair? Or was it because of the fact that no matter how terrible the man in front of her was, it didn’t change the fact that he held an unspoken allure. She hated him, she hated him almost as much as she hated that other punk in her life, but this one had never raised a hand to her. Their ‘relationship’ as it stood was transactional, and he probably hated her as much as she did him. She was the only one in all of the other people he interacted with who knew everything.

Suddenly, she felt some… urge. Something that had come from the same place as the urge to kiss Dong-Hoon had (besides needing a picture for their ‘scandal’). Would it feel different, to kiss the source of Dong-Hoon’s despair? To press her lips against those of a man who made more money than she could truly conceptualize? Would that make her as bad as him, or was she already down in that despicable pit beside him, and that was why she felt the urge at all?

Two despicable, greedy, immoral people sitting in a car, staring at the disgusting reflections of themselves.

Ji-An immediately tore her eyes away from his, busying herself with looking inside the envelope to count what was inside, turning her body to make for the door—she needed to get the hell away from him.

“Hey,” he called, stopping her from escaping. “If you’ve been listening to him then you must have also known that we got into a fight.”

Ji-An slid her gaze back over towards him. “If you could call that a fight,” she replied. “He just beat you up.”

Jun-Yeong’s jaw set, and she was starting to love the sight of it. Pissing him off, knowing that he wasn’t the type to actually get physical, only ever threatened it.

“Why didn’t you say anything, then?”

“Maybe I just wanted to spare you the humiliation,” Ji-An countered, raising a brow.

Jun-Yeong pressed his lips together, adjusting his hand on the steering wheel, as he looked out the windshield, and Ji-An could feel an ounce of pride bubbling up in her chest. She got to humiliate him a little in the end.

“I see,” he’d said, glancing at the clock on his dashboard. “Don’t leave the car. I’ll just take you back to the hotel for dinner. It’ll be more discreet than dining in public.”

Ji-An took her hand off of the door handle, settling back into the leather seat, her only confirmation that she was on-board with the plan. He pushed to start the car again, setting his hand on the gearshift as he effortlessly guided the car back into traffic, headed down the bridge back towards the hotel he kept booked for his visits with Yun-Hui.

The girl furrowed her brow after a moment as she glanced at him, her eyes tracing over his profile.

“Wouldn’t Park Dong-Hoon’s wife still be there?”

Jun-Yeong scoffed, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “You really believe I’d take you back there if I thought she was there? I told her to go home after you texted me. I knew whatever you had to say would certainly kill the mood for the night, and I was right.”

Ji-An gave a half nod, accepting that much, though she couldn’t help the uncomfortable feeling that settled under her skin as they drew nearer and nearer to ground zero of this entire affair. She should have exited the car when she had the chance, gone to bed hungry, at least that would have given herself time to reflect on the disgusting urge she still had to kiss him. Just to see what it’d feel like—just a peck.

Still, she kept her body angled forward, accepting the black hat he’d stuffed over her head as she pulled a paper mask on to cover her face when they’d pulled up to the parking garage. They exited and she walked right alongside him as they moved into the hotel, in the empty elevator, up to his suite.

She took the hat and mask off when the door locked behind him, her eyes scanning the dimly lit room as if she expected someone (Yun-Hui? Dong-Hoon? The police?) to jump out at her. The lights were set to low, and a record continued to spin on the player, the notes of some slow jazz filling the empty space. A bottle of wine sat open, two used glasses standing beside it on the table.

Jun-Yeong corked the bottle and moved the glasses to grab the room service menu they’d been sitting on, stuffing it in her hands. “Just circle what you want, I’ll call it in.” he muttered, shedding his coat and scarf to hand up on the rack.

Ji-An bit her lip, looking over the menu as she pulled out a pen to circle the most filling side dishes, before she handed it back to him and sat down on the sofa.

“What’s that song?” she asked, unable to stand the silence for once.

Jun-Yeong looked over the menu, putting together his own meal as he absently replied, “you wouldn’t know it.”

Ji-An resisted the new urge to roll her eyes as she drifted over towards the record player, picking up the empty sleeve that the record had come from, reading over the titles.

“You met up with his wife tonight even after he told you to stop,” Ji-An commented, shifting to turn to look at him, where he now occupied the spot on the couch that she had abandoned. “Wouldn’t it have been easier to break up with her before it came to this point? Isn’t… wasn’t it riskier to date a married woman, with the position you were in? Is she that charming?”

“You don’t know anything,” Jun-Yeong scoffed, lip curled in that familiar sneer of a smile. “Married women are the safest choice for men like me. They won’t babble about the relationship. Discreet.” He looked over at her when he’d said that, as if that had become one of their buzzwords. She supposed it had. “And I can’t just break things off, not this suddenly. She’d ask questions, get to the root of it, and eventually it would break the agreement Park Dong-Hoon and I have. A man like that… the most important part is saving his pride, pretending nothing happened and letting things go back to normal when this is all over.”

Ji-An went quiet for a second, and the record spun out, dropping them into silence again. She moved to carefully lift the needle and then stop the record from spinning before she lifted it from the track and placed it back in its sleeve. She flicked through the other records, selecting one with a song she recognized and setting it on the player once more, gently placing the needle back on the record. An old blues song began to drift from the player, one she distantly remembered her grandmother liking, because of the way the low vibrations of the bass could be felt, even if it couldn’t be heard.

“How unfair to Yun-Hui, to be reduced to just being a discreet pastime,” she murmured, in that tone where she was just saying it outloud, uncaring if she was heard, or if what she said offended the other party.

She turned towards the CEO, the low murmur of his voice speaking into the hotel phone as he ordered their dinner. He’d discarded his tie and undone the top button of his shirt, the most casual she was sure she’d ever seen him—it seemed as though this hotel room was the only place he could relax like that, even if someone like her was invading the space.

He’d poured some amber colored drink into a crystal glass, which he swirled around before he took a sip and set the phone down, looking up at her as if he’d just registered that she was still there—or that it was her there, and not Yun-Hui.

“You still hold feelings for her. You don’t want to break up and let things ‘go back to normal’.” Ji-An challenged, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her oversized coat.

Jun-Yeong hated the feeling of being seen, she could tell. She could tell from the very first time they’d interacted, in his office, he hated having his protective layers peeled back and exposed. She was the same, and it was why she knew that pointing it out to him like that would make his skin crawl.

“The only feelings I hold are the desire for convenience,” Jun-Yeong replied, staring reproachfully up at the girl who threatened his peaceful existence.

“Any other woman could be convenient and discreet. I’d heard you, her, and Dong-Hoon were in a club together. Have you pined after her for all of these years? Just to watch her end up with the pitiful Dong-Hoon? I’ll bet it kills you that she chose him when you were younger, more successful. That she still loves him more than she’ll love y-”

Jun-Yeong grabbed her face, the vein in his forehead popping out as he leaned forward—and Ji-An genuinely wasn’t sure when he had moved, crossed the room. She stared defiantly up at him, jutting her chin out. He wouldn’t hit her, she knew he wouldn’t, but she readied herself for the possibility, that she’d truly pushed the young CEO that far, to hit her-

His lips pressed against her’s, as hard as he held her face in his hand. It wasn’t a peck, soft and hesitant like the one she’d given to Dong-Hoon, it was angry and all-consuming. She could taste the bourbon on his lips, in his breath as his mouth opened to deepen the kiss.

Ji-An was frozen in place, her hands were still in her pockets for fuck’s sake.

Was this how Dong-Hoon felt, when she’d kissed him? Attacked?

Jun-Yeong ripped himself away, panting softly as he glared down at her like she was something he’d just scraped from the bottom of his shoe.

She stumbled a little, lifting her fingers to her lips, which were reddened and glistening now. Her heart pounded in her ears, and she didn’t know if she wanted to shove him away and run, or grab him by the shirt and drag him in to feel that again- to feel something again.

Sense won over, as she gave his chest a hard shove and immediately ran out of the room, grabbing the hat he’d given her on the way and stuffing it onto her head before she slammed the door behind her.

She lost herself as she ran, tuning out the shouts of the hotel staff as she burst through the lobby, out the doors and into the cold night, she let her legs carry her far, far away from that man, that man who terrified her. He made her heart pound, he’d made her so angry that the feeling returned to her long-numb limbs and God, that nearly petrified her.

Somewhere along the way she’d had the sense to stuff her headphones into her ears, listening to the soft jostling and breathing of the man whose life she was attached to now, like a damn parasite.

His soft warm voice that could calm her down from the heights that that damn Jun-Yeong had thrown her into.

And somewhere along the way, her legs carried her all the way to the bar where they’d shared a meal once, bursting through the door and laying eyes on him, Park Dong-Hoon, and she allowed her body to fizzle back out into a comfortable numbness as he offered to let her sit down with him, share a drink and some side dishes.

And she made the decision to stay on his side, for the rest of this damned plot.

Scene 5

Days passed with no contact. Things fell, separately. Ji-An took initiative and made Yun-Hui listen to the recording she’d taken of Jun-Yeong calling her convenient, and judging from the way things began to settle, Dong-Hoon’s wife must have broken things off. Painfully.

Part of Ji-An was disappointed that she didn’t get to listen to it happen, what words she’d said to put him in his place, because the day after it was very obvious that she had. At least, to one as observant as Ji-An.

Then, she couldn’t focus on him, due to her own life getting in the way—that man getting a hold of Dong-Hoon’s wallet, finding out finally where she worked, getting real evidence that the money she was handing in to him every month wasn’t clean.

And she felt numb. Angry, but numb. It was better this way, until things were better for her and her grandmother, she needed to remain numb.

Then, a text message.

Come out.

He didn’t look at her as he passed, just as her phone dinged with the message. He knew she’d follow.

And she did.

Ji-An stepped into the bar, feeling that familiar twinge of un-belonging. Like she was stepping foot in a place she wasn’t allowed to be—not that that ever stopped her, but still, it gave her enough pause for him to turn and catch her eye, motioning with his head for her to sit down.

Neither of them acknowledged the kiss they shared as she shed her coat and sat down in the plush leather barstool beside him, accepting the drink he poured for her. Like they were friends, or something. He must not care anymore about being seen—or he preferred to be in public so they wouldn’t end up in the same position that they had last time.

They talked, his tone remained neutral, but he didn’t look at her much, not until his proposition.

“Date him,” he’d said, turning his head to finally make eye contact, as he slid a thick envelope towards her, before he paused and placed it right in her bag. Non-negotiable. “10,000,000, in advance. I won’t fire him right away, just date him.”

Something in his eyes simmered, angry, disgusted. It mirrored her own expression.

“What are you paying me in advance for? What should I do? Throw myself at him, naked?” Ji-An retorted, incredulous, though she didn’t move the money from where it sat in her bag.

Jun-Yeong scoffed, looking away. “That would freak him out. Fucking wuss,” he muttered under his breath, glancing at her again as if imagining that much, and Ji-An felt her muscles tense with the urge to stab her fingers into his eyes. Her heart raced, and her skin tingled. Hatred.

“You have him wired and tapped, just… show up where he is, make it seem natural. Go out with him for food and drinks, that’s as good as dating,” Jun-Yeong continued, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Ji-An was silent, her brain rolling over his words—the fact that she and Dong-Hoon already had gone out multiple times for food and drink. “Eating and drinking… that means he likes me?” she asked, what should have been an innocent question falling flat with her tone, as if she didn’t believe him—didn’t want to believe him.

“Yes,” he’d replied, shaking his head. “Of course it does. What man eats and drinks with a woman he doesn’t like?” Jun-Yeong replied with a soft scoff, as he turned his head to take a drink, feeling her burning, hating gaze on the side of his face.

What is this, then? Ji-An wanted to scream, as she finally caught his side eye, and the way his eyebrows raised.

“Don’t a lot of men do that when they want something from someone?” Ji-An said instead, staring right into his eyes.

Jun-Yeong held her gaze for a beat, another, letting the seconds pass as the weight of tension settled over them, and for a moment, Ji-An was afraid he’d kiss her again. Make her feel what it felt to be consumed again.

The young CEO turned his head away, setting his jaw. “Dong-Hoon isn’t like that. If he’s eating and drinking with you, it means he likes you.”

“Because he’s a good man,” Ji-An said, finished for him, even though she knew he’d never add that.

Scene 6

Ji-An kept her head low, the black ball cap she’d taken Jun-Yeong hiding most of her features, as she rang the doorbell to his home. She glanced around inconspicuously and didn’t notice anything particular, but she still wanted to be at least a little careful.

For as much as she truly hoped this damned plot fell down around Jun-Yeong, the rat bastard, she didn’t want to be called out for being sloppy on purpose. She had that money she still had to earn, despite the fact that it had already been sent to the debt collectors.

Once she was done with this, she’d truly be free.

The door unlocked and she was allowed in, taking at least a moment to look around and take in his home. It was just like his office, cold and sleek modern, with no personal touches besides… a drum set, she could barely see, upstairs. Did he actually play that? She couldn’t imagine Jun-Yeong in anything but stiff business attire, and imagining him in that and playing the drums was… harrowing. Imagining him in casual clothes was just impossible. It had to have been just for decoration.

Ji-An set down the takeout she’d brought as her cover for showing up to his house, removing her bag and sitting down, wasting no time in opening up the box of food and taking some.

Jun-Yeong only stared over at her, glancing down at his phone before he spoke.

“Dong-Hoon didn’t show up for work today, why?”

“I made a move on him, so he ran away,” Ji-An replied quietly, munching on her food. She didn’t meet Jun-Yeong’s eyes, feeling a well of shame bubbling up in her. “I told him I like him. He hit me.”

“Show me the recording,” Jun-Yeong replied immediately, and Ji-An stopped chewing, finally dragging her gaze up towards him. Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her ears, as she took a long moment to pull out her phone and find the recording. She set the device on the table as she pressed play, sitting back down in the chair she claimed, tugging the brim of the hat back down over her eyes as she resumed eating while the recording played out.

Her, screaming at Dong-Hoon, demanding that he hit her to knock some sense into her, that she liked him and she couldn’t stand it-

Jun-Yeong’s eyes burned into her skull as she slowly began to lose her appetite, rehashing a genuinely vulnerable moment. His concentration on her, her shame, waned only as he got up to pour himself a drink, returning with an even greater intensity as the audio continued.

Then it ended, and Ji-An silently moved to collect her phone, keeping her head down.

The young CEO continued to stare, something hateful in his gaze.

“How peculiar,” was all he said at first, taking a long drink from his glass, gaze never wavering. “I don’t understand what it is women like about Dong-Hoon,” he said the name slowly, like he was sick of repeating it. “Men have never found him very impressive.”

He paused. No answer.

“You may as well tell me- why do you like him? Hm?”

Ji-An set her jaw, rolling over what answer she could possibly give him- would she be honest? That she thought he was going to save her- that she didn’t think anything of him at first, and now… Now she had someone she was actually, genuinely thankful towards.

Or would she be more honest than that? Would she be as honest as she needed to be towards herself?

“I… just want to ruin him.” Her own eyes moved to burn into his gaze in return, her nails digging into her palm. Hatred ate at her—at herself, at the man in front of her, at Dong-Hoon for being so goddamn pathetic and weak-willed. “Whenever I see a kind person, I just want to hurt them and make them cry…” she shook her head a little, setting her jaw again, feeling uncomfortable in his presence, that all-consuming feeling that arose right before she got hit, when she started to run her mouth knowing what was going to come afterwards. “I just want to ruin them. Maybe so I can twist them into someone like mmh-”

He’d moved, grabbing her by the face and leaning in, knocking the hat off of her head as he forced his lips against her’s. Self-hatred had completely consumed Ji-An by now, as her eyes closed and she actually allowed herself to feel the kiss this time. She had shed her morals at the door, anyway, walking into the den of this beast. She was going to ruin the life of the one man who had ever done her right, she might as well let herself waste away into the monster she knew she’d always be at her core.

His hands were hot against her skin, fingers soft from lack of work- it disgusted her. It disgusted her how much she liked the feeling. The idea that planted itself in her head—that she could just leverage this against him, she could be the wretch that stayed with Do Jun-Yeong, to keep herself from ruining Dong-Hoon any further, to keep Jun-Yeong from Yun-Hui for good. She could let herself fall forever if it meant lifting Dong-Hoon out of that pit he’s ended up in.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t seen Yun-Hui in so long, between regular frustration and sexual frustration, Jun-Yeong was practically ravenous, lips burning against her’s. He dragged her onto the couch with him, wasting no time in shedding their clothes…

…

Jun-Yeong took a long drink from his glass of bourbon, half covered with a throw-blanket as he stretched out on the couch, clear satisfaction and… something near triumph on his lips as they curled into that sneer of a smile, his eyes following Ji-An as she drew her clothes back on.

“I’ll sleep with Dong-Hoon,” she said, quietly, buttoning up her denim shirt, keeping her eyes on each new article of clothing she had to redress in, rather than acknowledging the way his eyes followed each of her movements.

“Oh yeah? How?” Jun-Yeong mused. “You think he’ll really sleep with you?”

“I’ll spike his drink,” Ji-An replied, pressing her lips together, as she stood up and drew that black hat back over her hair, barely meeting his eyes under the brim of the hat. “He won’t weasel his way out. Then, this is over.”

And with that, she left.

Scene 7

Ji-An told herself that was it—that would be it, that one mistake would be the threshold of how far she could push her self-loathing.

Therefore, she didn’t expect to end up back here.

Ji-An had been walking back to her home, earbuds in and listening, always listening, just to the soft jostling and breathing from Dong-Hoon’s phone. It was comforting—it made her feel as though he was with her, that she wasn’t… completely alone.

And then Dong-Hoon had gotten home, and his wife had arrived soon after. Awkward silence led into halted conversation, and then they were fighting—and Ji-An’s heart squeezed so painfully that her feet carried her… here. An early spring shower had soaked her through her oversized jacket, she looked wet and pathetic standing on Jun-Yeong’s doorstep, but it was either here or it was Dong-Hoon’s home and she knew she couldn’t do that to Dong-Hoon.

She didn’t try to leave immediately when they finished this time—soaking up the feeling of laying in as soft and expensive of a bed as Jun-Yeong’s. Silk sheets, memory foam, some kind of extensive back support. It was so clean and neat that it made her feel even dirtier by comparison, as she stared up at the ceiling, her heart pounding in her chest.

And the smell was almost overwhelming, it had to be his cologne or his own natural scent, because it permeated the sheets, duvet, even the pillow. Deep, rich, and musky, with a hint of some kind of spice.

He took a drink from a short glass of bourbon, apparently his drink of choice when dealing with her, as wine seemed to be his drink of choice when dealing with Yun-Hui. Different spirits for different souls.

The glass that Ji-An was vaguely aware of from the sound of the man beside her suddenly swam into view, as he even held it out for her. She looked over at him—he wasn’t offering her a glass, he was offering her his glass, eyebrows raised. Ji-An took it, taking a long, long drink and letting the rich alcohol warm her body and numb the ache in her chest.

She handed it back to him, seeing amusement dancing in his eyes. It made something in her edgy, stiff body begin to relax—or maybe that was just the alcohol. And maybe it was the alcohol that had made him look at her differently—and take her much… more softly. He didn’t treat her like he was blowing off steam, like he had the first time. He’d held her, brought her to those heights, dragging it out like he’d actually wanted her to enjoy it. And she did. And she hated that she did.

Ji-An let her gaze linger on his profile—for as awful of a person he was, she couldn’t deny that he had a pretty face. You wouldn’t have been able to tell that he was only a few years younger than Dong-Hoon, as a lack of wrinkles or marks very clearly showed a life carrying very little strife. And, she understood to some degree why Yun-Hui had carried on with him for so long—for all of Jun-Yeong’s shortcomings in character, he was… really good in bed. The first time had only been a short, fast taste of exactly what he could do (and clearly good enough for her to end up back in his arms), and this time… he’d really taken his time. He made her realize exactly why other adults did all they could to end up in this place, why sex was regarded as a stress relief—because for the first time in weeks she was able to keep her head in the same place the rest of her body was.

She wished things weren’t as complicated as they were—wishing that she’d met Dong-Hoon under different circumstances, that Jun-Yeong wasn’t such a deplorable man outside of this bedroom.

Ji-An couldn’t believe that she actually understood that disgraceful, cheating woman Dong-Hoon had called a wife. Jun-Yeong felt like an escape, his bedroom a place to pretend that nothing bad was happening beyond its walls.

“If this is going to happen again, let’s just meet up at the hotel. ‘Discreet’ does not mean showing up at my door like a drenched cat,” Jun-Yeong mused, passing the glass over to her again.

Ji-An let the silence stretch as she took another drink before handing it back. “You think this will happen again?”

Jun-Yeong slid his gaze over towards her, as he set his glass on the nightstand and twisted back over towards her, covering her frame with his body, hand resting on the mattress right by her head.

“Won’t it?” the man replied, that same sneer of a grin curled into his lips, which hovered right over her’s.

Ji-An felt like she’d had a second chance dangled in front of her—he hadn’t kissed her yet, he was leaving it for her to finish, to kiss him. She could pull away, she could convince herself that she was better than this, that she didn’t deserve to lay in the pit of snakes anymore…

She leaned forward, letting her lips softly press against Jun-Yeong’s, savoring the softness in the feeling, the way it made her breath catch in her throat. Her arms slithered around his neck, pulling him in a little harder as his hands began to roam her scarred body for the second time that night.

Something died in her that night, and something else came to life, a seedling of something near affection being planted in her chest. It was a disgusting feeling, to feel softly towards such an awful man, but he’d played with her heart with the same skilled hands that cradled her body. Some things were impossible to resist, and Ji-An was finding that out for herself firsthand…

Scene 8

Soon, everything was resolved, wrapped up with a neat bow—in the end, anyway.

Ji-An had, of course, ran away from Seoul for a few weeks. She struggled with her feelings towards Dong-Hoon, towards Jun-Yeong. Everything fell apart, Dong-Hoon had found out she had been listening to him, her best friend and partner in crime had been arrested, Jun-Yeong was going to pin everything on her, and worst of all, the truth of it all—Yun-Hui’s affair with Jun-Yeong—was in danger of being revealed.

But… it was all resolved. Dong-Hoon convinced her to come home, he and his wife had agreed to just come clean about the affair, and the files for all of the recordings had been anonymously left on Dong-Hoon’s desk, providing the fuel to get Jun-Yeong fired for good.

Life had its ups and downs after that point—Ji-An got to have dinner with the chairman, and was given a wonderful job in a company owned by the chairman’s friend, in Busan. A place far enough away that she could start over…

She had to leave behind the one-room apartment that she’d had so many memories in, she had to leave Ki-Beom behind, practically her punk of a little brother, and parting from Dong-Hoon hadn’t been easy.

Ji-An really hadn’t seen Jun-Yeong again in all of that time, not since that last day at the police station, before they’d gotten the proof that he had started all of this.

Tearing into him had been satisfying, and Ji-An had no regrets as to where they’d left things. Jun-Yeong was a deplorable, greedy man who deserved to face the consequences of his actions.

She only wished she could have been there when the evidence had been dropped in front of him…

But instead, her life had moved on. With a great job hours away from Seoul, and little-to-no contact with the people she’d left behind, gradually the emotions and memories centered around that bustling city began to fade.

The secrets she kept closest to her heart gradually relaxed—even to the point where she’d revealed her brief affair with the CEO to her friends one night when they’d been drinking. A few too many bottles of soju deep and they’d all been going around spilling their most embarrassing moments, and when it came to Ji-An’s turn…

“I-” Ji-An hiccuped, and the table of girls burst into giggles. It was the first time she’d been drunk like this in a long time, drunk enough to let go. “I slept with my boss at my old job.”

The table of girls had squealed, before shifting into almost offended overlapping retorts-

“That’s not embarrassing, that’s amazing!”

“How is that embarrassing?? Was he ugly?”

“I wish I could sleep with my boss-”

Ji-An covered her mouth to stifle her own laugh, waving her hand at her friends. Their reactions had been incredulous, but it filled her with warmth. It had become something she could laugh at.

“He was really handsome,” Ji-An admitted, feeling the weight in her chest lessen just a little more. That she could finally admit to it at all, that she could finally talk about it.

“He was a horrible man, though, he’d had an affair with one of his subordinates’ wife, and tried to get that employee fired… Among other things,” Her eyes closed and she let out the most despairing sigh, “Worst of all, he was really good in bed.”

Her friends burst into laughter, and the conversation moved on to the next girl (who revealed that she’d once been so drunk while trying to hook up that she threw up on the guy), and Ji-An smiled and quietly looked down at her glass. Maybe tomorrow she’d feel guilty about revealing a bit of Dong-Hoon’s story, or embarrassed about revealing her own sin, but right now all she could feel was the warmth of the bubble she’d finally allowed herself to grow comfortable in.

That had been the last time she’d really thought about Jun-Yeong, and all of that business. That night had cemented him in her mind as just something bad that had happened to her, one little mistake she’d made that didn’t carry as much weight as she’d once convinced herself that it had. The feelings she’d once had for him were safely locked away in the recesses of her heart.

And then, a little more than a year later, as the cherry blossoms heralded spring, Ji-An had moved back to Seoul. She’d been offered a higher position at the Seoul office, and… in a sign of real growth, she’d actually hesitated a little. The pay and hours would have been better than what she was getting in Busan, with more opportunity for advancement, something she would have taken in a heartbeat back when she was struggling, but…

Ji-An had so many memories in Seoul. Some were so happy they made her heart ache painfully, and others were so painful it made her throat close.

After thinking hard on it, eventually she’d taken the position, and moved her life back over to that city. She didn’t wander the streets of Hugye hoping to run into Dong-Hoon, as much as she wished to, for a childish fear of upsetting him in some way…

Ji-An had been chatting amicably with her new coworkers as they waited for their coffee order. She had another errand to run in the area before she could return to the office with them, so she broke off as soon as they’d each gotten their orders.

Leaving the coffee shop, she looked out at the old, familiar streets, letting out a deep breath. She’d already been back for a month, and things were settling comfortably. She hadn’t run into anyone she knew, she’d managed to keep herself from trolling around Hugye in a nostalgic haze, and things were going well at her new job.

She walked with her head held high, long ponytail swinging with her steps. She felt good, warmth becoming a new normal for her.

A little lost in her thoughts, her shoulder had lightly bumped into that of a salaryman’s, and she’d turned her head and bowed it quickly in apology without thinking—before she took in a deep whiff of a very familiar, rich and spicy scent, her eyes flicking from the ground into the eyes of the last man she could have prepared to see again…

Former CEO Do Jun-Yeong.

#my writing #my mister #lee ji an #do jun yeong #fanfic #i dont even know if anyone still cares about this show BUT I DO!!!#I DO!!!

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IU's Contract Renewal

Tags: Gangbang, blowbang, spitroasting, airtight, betrayal, bondage, piss play, humiliation, degradation and more...

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The following is a Fan Fiction and should be treated as such.

With just a little bit over six months remaining on her current contract, today was a big day for IU. It was a quiet Sunday morning, the kind that made the world feel slower, emptier.

After arriving at EDAM Entertainment's building, she stepped out of the car, flanked by her lawyer and bodyguard as they made their way toward the elevator—the familiar routine of a contract renewal settling in her mind.

She thought this would just be another simple contract renewal, but little did she know, it was going to be far from it.

Over the past few weeks, she had asked Bae Jong-han, her manager of fifteen years and also CEO of EDAM Entertainment, for details about the renewal. Usually, he was transparent, walking her through every clause and adjustment. But this time, he had been uncharacteristically vague, offering nothing but polite reassurances.

When she got to the place where the meeting was set to take place, it was empty. It was an office she had been in countless times before. It was spacious, with a large, oval wooden table dominating the center of the room, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lighting. At the far end, directly opposite the entrance, a TV hung on the wall, its black screen blank and unassuming for now. Just beneath it, a wall-mounted safe was embedded into the wall, its digital keypad and sturdy steel door a silent guardian of the valuables that were stored inside. To the right, a door led to a small private bathroom, a convenience she had used more times than she could count during long discussions.

IU exhaled softly, placing her bag on one of the chairs before turning to her lawyer and bodyguard.

"I'm going to do a quick makeup check." She said, making her way to the small bathroom.

Inside, she stood before the mirror, adjusting a stray strand of hair before carefully inspecting her makeup. Everything was in place, but the habit had become second nature—one final check before any important meeting. As she smoothed out the edge of her lipstick, a faint noise came from outside, signaling more people had arrived. Without wasting any more time, she hurried to finish up and stepped out of the bathroom, returning to the office.

Upon her return, she saw none other than Bae Jong-han, the man who had guided her career from the very beginning, standing with the same composed expression he always wore in these contract renewals. Beside him stood EDAM's lawyer, a man in his forties with sharp, observant eyes, and several board members seated at the table, waiting in silence. Near the double doors, on opposite sides, stood two bodyguards—EDAM's on the left, a tall, strong black guy, and IU’s on the right. Both remained still, their presence a silent yet heavy reminder of the power struggle unfolding in the room.

A warm smile broke across IU's face as she approached her longtime friend and manager.

"Jong-han oppa." IU said, as she, without hesitation, wrapped her arms around him in a brief but sincere hug, feeling the familiarity of fifteen years of trust.

"Good to see you, Jieun. Are you ready to get started?"

"I'm not sure. You always tell me details ahead of contract renewals, but this time you didn't say anything."

"Well, there are some changes we want to implement, and I didn't want to address them in private."

"Very well. Let's get started." He said, as he made his way to the TV and turned it on to begin a PowerPoint presentation. IU sat down next to her lawyer, with EDAM's lawyer sitting in front of them.

"Before we go over the contract in detail, I want to give you a brief overview. It's largely the same as before, but we've made some adjustments, particularly on the musical side of things."

"But before we get into that, let's talk about Jieun's acting career very briefly."

"The board is extremely pleased with the results. IU has proven herself as a top-tier actress, and the numbers reflect that. We want her to continue pursuing acting, since it’s a valuable part of her brand, and it's by far what earns us the most money."

IU gave a small nod, a quiet sense of pride settling in. Acting had always been something she cared about, and hearing it acknowledged so positively, even in business terms, felt validating.

"Now, onto the music."

"As you all know, our primary goal over the past few years has been to solidify IU as the top female soloist in Korea."

"I believe we've done a pretty good job with that up until recently. However, there are some new threats."

"Our main threats are these four ladies." He added, showing a picture of each Blackpink member.

"They are obviously the most popular female K-Pop idols in the world, and ever since they have started doing solo activities, their popularity has only gotten bigger. Also, if we add up all of their solo songs, and compare them to their group songs, their solo discography is now bigger than their group discography."

"Because of that, the rest of the company and I believe that IU is no longer the most popular soloist in Korea."

The words stung, and despite her best efforts to remain composed, a flicker of disappointment crossed IU's face. She shifted slightly in her seat, fingers brushing over the fabric of her skirt as if grounding herself. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard something like this in a business meeting, but that didn’t make it any easier. She had dedicated years to reaching the top, and hearing that her position was slipping, even from a strictly analytical standpoint, left an uneasy feeling settling in her chest.

"Now, that wasn't our only goal. We also believed that it was possible to fight against those K-Pop groups, but that has turned out to be a total failure."

"We are still not bigger than the most popular 3rd gen girl groups, like Blackpink, Twice and Red Velvet. And now, not only we have been overtaken by almost all the biggest 4th gen girl groups, but also by some of the 5th gen girl groups. This cannot happen! It's unacceptable!"

"These groups are known all around the world, but you...Jieun...you are only known in Korea, and we need to change that."

"Your songs are just not good enough." He added, as IU's disappointment only grew more apparent, the words hitting her like a stab to the chest.

"But do not fear...I've got a solution."

"Jieun...you might not like this, but...the company and I believe you should change your concept, and approach a more main stream vibe."

"We believe that you should try a Pop-Rock concept. It's very popular in the West."

"What? No! That would be selling my soul to the devil. I will not do it. I don't care about numbers, or views. I care about my fans and what is real to me."

"I was afraid you would say that, but I got another solution..."

"How about we change the way you dress?"

"I don't wanna bring them up again, but Blackpink has been wearing less and less clothes lately, and it seems to be working. Also, girls like Wonyoung have been showing up a whole lot more skin lately, and it's been driving everyone insane."

"Bae Jong-han...are you serious right now? How could you? This has to be a joke, right?"

"We are not joking. The industry has changed, and we need change...we need YOU to change. Our numbers are horrible right now, and we need to do something about it."

"I can't believe you would suggest those things...change my concept and dress like a slut? No chance."

"Jieun...you have no other options. We got the final saying."

"No, I refuse to believe that. I'm not signing anything right now. We'll see you next week." She said, a tear running down her face as she rushed out of the office, followed by her bodyguard and her lawyer.

IU was furious, sad and disappointed. She couldn't believe her CEO, but most importantly her manager and long time friend would suggest those things. IU knew the numbers were bad, and she wanted to do everything in her power to fix them, but not by compromising her values.

She spent the next week locked in her apartment with her lawyer, reading the new proposed contract and going over her current contract to try and find something she could use to make her way out of it. After going through both contracts a thousand times, her lawyer told her there was no way out.

IU couldn't believe it, and she refused to accept her fate. She called her manager over and over again, begging him, pleading with him to change the contract, but he wasn't having it. Desperation turned to anger, and she finally snapped, firing him right then and there over the phone, her voice sharp and unwavering. Yet his reaction was as indifferent as ever, unbothered and almost amused, as if he had expected this all along.

By the time Sunday arrived, IU had barely slept the night before. No matter how many times she went over the possibilities, they all led back to the same cold, hard truth—there was no easy way out. Still, she refused to let them win.

Around 11 AM, she arrived at the building, her bodyguard walking beside her in silence, whilst her lawyer carried a folder filled with notes from the past week. Last time, she had stepped through these doors feeling hopeful, even relaxed, trusting that they would find a solution. Now, that hope was gone. Her chest was tight, her jaw clenched, and every step felt heavier than the last. There was no more room for wishful thinking. Just quiet, unwavering determination to protect her image and the creative freedom she had spent years fighting for.

As they entered the conference room, IU immediately saw that something was different. Last time, she had been the first to arrive, left waiting while they made her stew in uncertainty, but this time around, they were already there. However, unlike before, the rest of the board members were nowhere to be seen.

Bae Jong-han sat comfortably at the head of the table, with his lawyer beside him and his own bodyguard standing near the door. There was no act of concern this time around. Just a smug expression as he leaned back in his chair, watching her like he had already won.

"Where are the others?"

"Not here. They are not coming."

IU didn’t waste time with greetings. No handshakes, no pleasantries. She simply set her bag down, took her seat, and folded her hands in front of her, meeting his gaze without an ounce of hesitation.

"So, Jieun...are you ready to sign?"

"IU. My name is IU." She said, stopping him from using her real name.

"And no. I refuse to sign the contract."

"What's your plan, then?...IU?..."

"I'm going to run down my contract, and I'll find another company."

"Good luck with that." He said, chuckling at IU's words.

"Tell me, IU...what company do you think is going to take you? Who's going to sign a 31 year-old who's past her prime? Someone who can't compete in streams or views against today's idols?" He said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table.

"You're irrelevant now, IU. It's not 2017 anymore...you're no longer the industry's golden girl. You don't have the numbers, you don't have the youth, and most importantly, you don't have the power."

"So tell me, who's going to waste their money on you?"

"Let me answer that for you...NOBODY!!!"

"YOU need us just as much as we need you!" He said, slamming his fist on the table.

With IU being the sole artist under EDAM's wing, she was their only real source of revenue. However, from their perspective, her music career wasn’t keeping up with the rapidly changing K-pop landscape. Compared to today’s idols, her Spotify monthly listeners lagged behind, her music videos didn’t rack up views as quickly, and international streaming numbers weren’t what they could be. The company saw a clear solution. If IU abandoned her creative freedom and let them take control, they could reshape her image, Westernize her sound, and push her into the mainstream global market. They knew the potential was there, and if she just played along, the profits could be astronomical.

"What happened? Where is this side coming from?" She asked.

"You were supposed to be my best friend, my manager, my emotional support, and all of a sudden, you've turned into this corporate monster." IU added, her eyes starting to tear up.

"The industry has changed, IU, and so has EDAM."

"We have to adapt, or we'll die, and I won't let us die." He said, his tone sounding like your typical day-to-day CEO of a company, obsessed with numbers, power and control.

"What about us, what about the friendship we had for the past FIFTEEN years?"

"IU...I'm just doing what's best for business. I hope you can understand."

The room went silent for the next couple of minutes, neither side wanting to back down from their positions. From IU's side, it was a matter of protecting her values and her brand. On EDAM's side, it was a matter of optimizing IU, and turning her into the biggest money-making machine as possible.

IU knew he was right. There was no way any company was going to sign her, not at her age. Starting from scratch was a no-go either. She was rich, but not that filthy rich, to create a company from nothing, especially now without her manager.

"Jieun...listen..."

"Don't...don't you dare call me that."

"How important is this for you? To stay true to your roots and to keep your identity as a K-Pop idol?"

"Everything. It...it means everything to me."

"Very well..." He said, reaching into his briefcase and pulling out yet another contract.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but..."

"The rest of the board members and I discussed another possibility. One that would allow you to do whatever you wanted, without any pressure from us." He added, tossing the contract onto the large wooden oval table.

"What's the catch?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he took his time walking around the table, stopping beside her. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"You see...there's something I've wanted from you for a very long time."

"Do I need to say it, or do you know where this is going?" He added, with a sickening grin spread across his face.

"I...I know where this going..." IU responded, her heart practically shattering into a million pieces, and her body feeling disgusted at the thought.

She had heard the stories...so many of them. Trainees who had their dreams dangled in front of them like bait, only to be forced into submission behind closed doors. Idols, some of whom had come to her in confidence, broken and ashamed, whispering about the things they had endured to secure a debut, a comeback, a single opportunity to further their careers and achieve their dreams in an industry that never played fair.

It had scorched her for years, haunted her in ways she never spoke about. Because she knew the truth...she knew it firsthand. Because once, a long time ago, when she was just a girl fighting for a place in this world, it happened to her. And now, after all these years, after everything she had built, everything she had overcome, it was happening again.

She thought those days were long gone. Never in a million years she thought she'd have to go through it again, especially this late into her music career, but she was wrong. It turned out that the industry hadn't changed. It had always been the same, and no matter how much time passed, there was nothing people could do to stop the monsters that lurked within it.

"Is this really the only way?"

"Yes...that is what the board wants. They want to see you, in ALL your glory." He said, moving behind her and rubbing his hands on her nude, cold shoulders.

"But they're not here."

"But the camera is." He said, pointing at the camera on the corner of the ceiling.

"If you agree, I'll press a button, and they'll be able to watch and listen to EVERYTHING that happens here."

"So that's it? I just need to suck your cock, and I'm free forever?"

"Oh, no. Hell no. No, no, no, IU. You're going to have to do a whole lot more than that."

"The board wants to see you used and humiliated. They want to see you get taken by everyone in this room."

IU's stomach churned, and a wave of nausea rose up inside her. This was not the path she ever wanted to take. IU knew she had other options. She had a way out of this, and yet, somehow, this was still her best option.

"And that is all? If I give you my body, you promise that you will leave my creative freedom alone?"

"If you do this and accept it, you are allowed to do whatever you want with your career from now on. We will never push you to do something you don't want. You will have full control."

Everything that the CEO said beforehand stung like a thousand needles, but that last line was the light at the end of the tunnel. What IU had always wanted. What she thought she had and was suddenly taken away from her for just some more money, at the cost of creative control. She could have it once again, and forever this time. All she had to do was let them have their way with her, and record everything.

"So...do we have a deal?"

"If this is what it takes...then yes. Take me." She said, surrendering her body to him. The CEO's grin only grew bigger, and he didn't hesitate pressing the button and turning on the camera, making sure the red light was on, so that the rest of the board could watch what was about to go down.

"Jieun, are you sure about this?" Her lawyer said.

"Yes. I w-want this...I...I need this."

Before IU could say any more words, she felt a pair of hands grab her neck and push over onto the table. It was the company's black bodyguard, just following orders from his boss. IU's own bodyguard stepped up to protect her, but IU intervened.

"No. Let him."

"Are you sure, miss Lee?"

"Yes...this needs to happen. It's for my future."

Her lawyer and bodyguard watched as IU got put on her knees and got surrounded by the three other men, all eager for her touch and attention.

"C'mon Jieun...take out our cocks and start sucking." He said, loosening the tie around his neck and removing his suit jacket.

"I told you to not call me that. You've lost that privilege." She said, resentment flickering across her face as she dropped his pants and took out his cock.

To her surprise, it was much bigger than she had expected—far larger than any of her past boyfriends. Not that she would ever admit it. She would rather let him fuck her than give him the satisfaction of hearing her say it.

"I can call you whatever the fuck I want. I've waited for this for more than ten years. Ten fucking years, praying that one day you'd turn to me and ask me to fuck you senseless, and here I am, finally getting what I want."

"WHAT I DESERVE!!!" He shouted, stomping his foot on the table.

"Are you going to let me suck your cock or what?! I can't fucking do it if you keep complaining and moving around like a corporate little BITCH." She shouted back, showing the real anger and resentment she was feeling.

"Uhhh, feisty...I like that. Fifteen years together, and this is the first time I've seen this side of you."

Her former manager stayed still, and IU parted her lips. Her mouth had barely opened before it was stuffed with cock. It was hot and throbbing, and she felt his hand tighten around her hair.

"Fuck...I've wanted this for so long."

He gave a satisfied moan and pushed her head deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate his thickness. IU struggled to breathe, her nose pressing against his pubes and the smell of musk invading her nostrils, and the problem was, it was not an unpleasant one.

IU couldn't explain it, but the way his cock stretched her lips and got harder in her mouth, the musky scent filling her senses, and the salty taste of his pre-cum on her tongue sent an unexpected shiver through her body. Despite the anger and frustration burning inside her, she couldn't ignore the way her body responded to it. She could feel her panties getting wetter with each thrust of his hips, and the sight of her own drool trickling down her chin was making her pussy ache with need.

She'd never imagined herself in this position, but there was no denying that it felt good. So good, that despite her best efforts, she couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped her lips as he buried his cock deep inside her throat.

Around her, the other two men dropped their pants to reveal their hard cocks. The lawyer's dick had some decent size to it, but IU's eyes were all over the bodyguards massive black cock. She reached out to grab both of them and stroked them slowly.

"Look at you, doing things so willingly. I didn't have to ask you."

IU ignored him and instead remained focused on the task at hand. Her tongue lapped at the underside of his shaft, and her lips slid up and down his length, her saliva making it slick and easy to glide in and out. He threw his head back, lost in the pleasure of her mouth, and that's when he noticed her lawyer and her bodyguard still watching from the sidelines.

"Hey, you two. Come here. The company wants all of us to use this slut, and that includes both of you."

They looked at each other before looking at IU, as if asking for her permission. She nodded at them and continued sucking off her former manager. IU switched soon after, taking another dick into her mouth and stroking two more as she waited for her lawyer's and bodyguard's cocks.

Just like the company's bodyguard, hers was also packing, but that's something she already knew. When she was on tour, he was her form of stress relief after long shows. Truth be told, it had been a long time since IU had seen his huge dick, as she was on hiatus, due to her acting commitments.

As for her lawyer, he wasn't far behind. She had never seen him naked, and she was quite surprised by the length of his shaft. IU finally found herself surrounded by them and their big cocks. It had been months since the last time she had sex with anyone, so now, to be surrounded by five big dicks, her body couldn't help but respond.

IU needed her creative freedom, and her body needed this...badly!

Her CEO moved behind her, dropping to his knees and lifting her dress, exposing her perky tits. He started to squeeze and grope them, as IU kept switching from one cock to another, constantly trying to give each one an equal amount of attention.

IU's tight skirt was up next. He quickly pulled it down to her knees alongside her underwear, giving him an unobstructed view of her tight pussy and her plump ass. She had an amazing ass, round and juicy, and it looked even better when it was naked and on display. But as much as he liked IU's ass, her pussy had his full attention.

He put his hand between her legs and ran a finger along her slit, causing her to gasp and her entire body to shiver. IU's pussy was beyond soaked. She was dripping, and he could feel her wetness coating his fingers. He couldn't help but smirk at the knowledge that despite all her protests, IU was secretly enjoying this.

"Fucking slut. Look at this." He said, bringing his fingers up and showing them to her.

"You are enjoying this, I knew it."

IU looked at his fingers and couldn't help but smile around the cock in her mouth. She hated the way her body was betraying her, and yet, there was something incredibly arousing about being the center of attention and getting pleasured by five men at the same time.

He rubbed her clit a couple more times, and then plunged a finger deep inside her, pumping it in and out, causing her body to jerk and her moans to increase. Her pussy was tight and wet, and the sounds of his fingers moving inside her were intoxicating.

"Do you have nothing to say, Jieun?"

IU stopped bobbing her head around the cock in her mouth and let it drop from her lips, before tilting her head to the side and glancing over her shoulder at him, her eyes burning with lust and her chest rising and falling as she panted for air.

"Shut up and just fuck me already."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt his hands on her back, pushing her forward. IU used her hands to soften the impact, and she found herself on all fours, ass raised and exposed, her face hovering just inches from her bodyguard's cock.

"Do it...fuck my face. It's not like you haven't done it before."

"Are you sure, miss Lee?"

"Yes...make me gag on it."

IU could tell her bodyguard was still feeling a bit guilty, but his urges won over, and he grabbed a hold of her head. She felt him guide her towards his shaft, and she parted her lips to welcome it inside her warm and inviting mouth.

"Wait, what? You seriously let him fuck you before me?" Her former manager said, furious that she had let her own bodyguard have her before him, the man who had spent years supporting her.

"That's none of your fucking business." IU said, after pulling away from the dick in her mouth.

She grabbed his length and slapped it on her tongue a few times, before putting his cock back in her mouth.

"You are gonna pay for that, slut." The CEO said.

He didn't waste any time, immediately burying his face between her legs and running his tongue up her slit, lapping up her juices. It had been a long time since she'd had anything inside her pussy, so it was a shock when his tongue entered her and his fingers spread her folds open, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

IU had no idea her pussy could be so sensitive, and her mind went fuzzy as he devoured her. The feeling of his lips and tongue working her clit was incredible, and the sensation of him sucking on her inner lips and flicking his tongue back and forth had her gasping and moaning.

A pool of IU's spit had formed underneath her head, as the lawyers and the bodyguards took turns fucking her face over and over again. She was a drooling mess for their big cocks, and she was having way too much fun taking their lengths down her throat. So much so, that she was caught off guard when her CEO's tongue slipped out of her pussy, only to be replaced by the tip of his cock.

The sensation of him pushing himself inside her, inch by inch, was something that she had almost forgotten what it felt like—to have a cock inside her pussy.

"So fucking tight...just like I thought it would be."

"Can't believe I finally get the chance to fuck the shit out of you."

He gripped her ass and began pounding into her, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room. His thrusts were relentless, and IU found herself struggling to stay focused on the cocks in front of her, the feeling of her CEO's dick pounding into her, and the pleasure that was building deep within her was almost overwhelming, and she started moaning out loudly.

Her moans were muffled by the dick in her mouth, and her pussy tightened around her former manager's cock as she rocked her hips back and forth. Being spitroasted on top of the table and getting passed around like a slut was definitely not on her bingo card when she woke up that morning, but the truth was, she had never felt more alive.

Wanting to hear her moans, her former manager pulled her up by the hair, forcing her back to arch and her tits to bounce freely with each thrust. His hand slid around her waist, and he started playing with her clit, rubbing it and squeezing it between his fingers.

"Oh fuck, yesss. Right there, just like that." She said, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

"You love this, don't you? Admit it. You love getting fucked by five men at the same time." He whispered into her ear.

Whatever game IU was playing, of not wanting to admit it, was long gone—she had lost that game ages ago. There was no more point to keep denying, so she stopped fighting her body and mind. She decided to embrace her true desires, and just enjoy the moment.

"Mmmm hmmm...I love it. I love having five big cocks to play with."

"I want to feel all of your cocks inside me, please." She added, biting her fingernail.

"I knew it. You are nothing but a slut."

"A pathetic whore, standing up for yourself and your stupid creative freedom."

"You should let us fuck you and still let me control your career."

"Never! Just shut up and fuck me. Make me cum on your dick."

IU's wish was exactly what he wanted, so he gave her just that. He slammed his cock deeper inside her and increased the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

The more he fucked her, the harder it was for her to focus on the cocks in her mouth, and she had to let them go, and rest her face on the wooden table, drooling uncontrollably as the CEO slammed into her pussy.

That didn't stop the men from finding an angle in which they could offer their throbbing cocks to IU, and she gladly took them in. Whenever she was slurping on a dick, the others were either stroking their shafts or they were slapping them hard cocks on her messy face.

Her orgasm was building, and she could feel it approaching fast. The sensation of being stuffed full, the feeling of his balls smacking against her clit, and the way he was massaging it had her on the edge of climaxing. She tried to fight it, tried to hold back for as long as she could, but her body betrayed her, and she exploded in ecstasy, her body trembling and her pussy clamping down on the CEO's cock inside her.

"Good fucking slut. I thought I would never see this day...the day you came on my cock." He said, pulling out of her and slapping her ass with all his might, making her jolt slightly and let out a muffled whimper around the cock currently stuffed down her throat.

"I need a fucking rest. You boys have fun with that dumb slut." He added, grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator before sitting down on a chair.

Initially, they behaved like a pack of hyenas, fighting each other to see which one could fuck IU's pussy first, but after arguing in for a while, they came to the conclusion that there was no point in fighting since they were all going to take turns on her.

The company's men were up first, with the lawyer taking her from behind whilst IU slobbered all over the bodyguard's huge black dick. She wrapped her hand around the base of his length and stroked him, as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, making him groan in pleasure.

"Fuckkkk, suck my black cock just like that, bitch. I'm going to fuck the shit out of that ass later on."

IU looked at him and gave him a dirty look, as if she was challenging him to do his worst. She was a bit scared, since it had been ages since the last time she had a cock up her ass, but she was also too far gone in the pleasure to want anything else. She couldn't wait to have his massive black cock stretching her asshole.

The two of them were not holding anything back. They were using her like a fuckdoll, slamming into her over and over, forcing her to gag and choke on the bodyguard's black dick, and making her tits bounce with every thrust. It was the most intense sexual experience she had ever had, and she couldn't get enough of it.

Eventually, they made way for IU's own personnel to use her. Unlike the company's men, they went much slower, taking their time to enjoy her body. They also knew the situation IU was in, only doing this to get what she wanted, so they decided to go easy on her. As much as IU wanted to be taken, she was never going to complain about a little "break".

Being his first time with IU, her lawyer was thrusting in faster than her bodyguard, unable to contain his excitement of finally fucking the most respected soloist in South Korea. Her bodyguard let IU do whatever she wanted to his long, hard cock, and fortunately for him, that was rapid deepthroats, with a little bit of ball sucking mixed in.

Whenever she wasn't impaling her head on his shaft, her hand was taking care of it, sliding up and down on it as her mouth concentrated on his balls, taking them both in her mouth and giving them the attention they deserved.

"Fuckkkk, I love this cock so fucking much."

"Damn...it's been ages since the last time we did this, Miss Lee."

"Don't tell me about it. I need to release an album and go on tour again, so I can have this cock every day, before and after the shows." She said, before going back to worship his massive shaft.

The four guys kept swapping between themselves as they kept spitroasting IU, and they couldn't help but wonder how she was able to take all their dicks over and over again, and still talk and moan as they fucked both of her holes. She was like a machine, never getting tired, no matter how much cock was stuffing her.

IU kept getting pounded and passed around like a slut nonstop, loving every single second of it. The taste of their pre-cum on her tongue and the feeling of their big, thick cocks sliding in and out of her mouth and pussy was intoxicating, and the knowledge that she was bringing these men pleasure with her body was extremely arousing.

"Looks like you're having fun, Jieun...taking cock after cock, huh?" The CEO pointed out, to which IU simply nodded her head the best she could, with her lips sealed tight around her lawyer's cock.

"I can't hear you...I wanna hear you say it."

IU let go of the dick in her mouth before she answered his question.

"I do. I love taking all of your cocks. I need moreeee!" She said, her eyes full lust.

"I'm so glad we are in agreement, Jieun." He said, letting out a laugh, before turning around and making his way to the wall-mounted safe.

At this point, IU no longer cared about him using her real name. All she wanted was to drain their cocks so that she could have the contract that she so badly desired.

"Remember this? So many reunions in this office...you always asked what's inside, and I never told you. You spent several minutes before and after each meeting, trying to crack the code without any success."

"Are you ready to find out what's inside?"

IU, naked and on her knees in the middle of table, with spit running down her chin, simply nodded her head, eager to finally know the contents of the safe.

Her former manager didn't keep her waiting for too long. He entered the passcode and turned the handle, causing the safe door to open. Once opened, he pulled the door fully open, and showed her the content.

From what IU could see, inside the safe there were stacks of money, a bunch of documents, and a gun. However, that wasn't what her CEO was looking for. He reached inside, searching through the contents until his fingers closed around something specific. When he pulled out a thick coil of rope, IU's breath caught in her throat. She knew exactly what was about to happen.

She had never been tied up during sex before, and the thought of being restrained and used entirely for their pleasure sent a shiver down her spine. It was both intriguing and terrifying.

As IU tried to process what was coming, the company's bodyguard suddenly moved her aside, taking her spot where she had been kneeling. He lay down on his back, broad and steady, before he turned to her.

"Come here, bitch."

She obeyed, settling on top of him, her back pressing against his chest. He adjusted her, pulling her higher until her shoulders rested on his, her head hanging back over his shoulder. As for IU's own bodyguard stepped between her legs, waiting for the CEO's next orders.

The CEO handed him the rope, while gripping IU's legs. At the same time, the company's lawyers took hold of her arms, forcing them against her legs.

"Tie her up like this."

Her bodyguard hesitated for a split second before nodding.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lee."

"It's okay. I want this. Trust me."

Even with her reassurance, guilt flickered across his face. He made sure to tie the knots just loose enough to keep her comfortable, but still tight enough to keep her restrained.

When he was finished, the others slowly let go, leaving IU bound and immobilized, her limbs tightly secured, with only the strength of her muscles and the rope keeping her restrained.

The CEO placed himself in front of her and started to stroke his hard cock inches away from her face, whilst he played with her tits with his other.

"Are you ready Jieun?"

"Yes. Shove those big dicks inside me and pump me full of cum."

"My holes are yours to use and play with."

There was no more hesitation in IU's. There was no hole of hers that was off limits. She was bound and helpless, completely at their mercy, and she loved it.

With a grin on his face, the CEO pressed the tip of his cock against her lips, and they parted instantly, welcoming his shaft inside. As her tongue ran along his length, he started thrusting in and out of her mouth.

As for the bodyguards, they each grabbed hold of their shafts and pressed them against IU's respective holes, before slowly sliding them inside her, one inch at a time. Even with a cock down her throat, a loud moan could still be heard, as she felt the sensation of her pussy and asshole being filled with their thick shafts.

They started off slowly, savoring the moment and letting IU adjust to having their big cocks inside her. With her legs tied and her hands secured, there was no way for her to move or to guide their pace, so she was completely at their mercy, forced to lay there and take whatever they had to offer.

After a couple of minutes, they picked up the pace, and unsurprisingly out of the two bodyguards, it was IU's who was fucking her slowest, taking his time with her and making sure she was comfortable.

As much as IU loved having her bodyguard treating her like a delicate flower, she wanted more. She needed him to fuck her pussy harder and make her scream. But she couldn't speak, not when her throat was currently filled with a huge cock.

Her former manager was giving her no quarter, pounding her throat hard. He was thrusting in and out of her, filling her mouth with his length, and causing her to choke and gag on his cock.

"Look at you, taking these cocks so well. I should've done this sooner." He said, putting one hand on her breast and pinching her nipple.

Her other nipple was not getting any less attention. The company's bodyguard had his hand wrapped around it and was twisting it hard, making IU gasp sharply before letting out a muffled moan. He had his other hand around her waist, holding her still as he fucked her tight asshole with his big black cock.

"You are such an anal slut, taking my black dick like that."

"I'm going to fuck it hard until I cum deep inside it."

"Gonna make sure you won't be able to walk for a whole week after I'm done with you."

These weren't just words being thrown around—he was dead serious. The guy was relentless, using her body however he wanted, thrusting in and out of her ass with authority and claiming her asshole for himself.

The two lawyers were the only ones left without a place to put their cocks, so they decided to join the CEO, kneeling next to IU's head so that they could slap their hard cocks across her face. They were enjoying the view in front of them, seeing an airtight bound IU being used like a whore.

IU had been double penetrated a handful of times before, but not with cocks as big as these. She could feel their lengths sliding in and out of her holes, filling her up and stretching her to new limits. It was an incredible feeling, one that had her moaning around the dick currently stuffed down her throat.

"Are you enjoying this Jieun?" The CEO asked, obviously not getting an answer.

"Don't you know it's rude not to reply?" He added, pulling his cock out of her mouth.

Before IU could respond, his cock was already back inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat a couple of times, before pulling it out once more, this time to slap her in the face.

"Answer me, Jieun."

"Mmmm, I'm enjoying it...a lot." She replied, her voice barely audible.

She was completely cock drunk, unable to think or process anything besides the sensation of her holes being filled.

"How does it feel, slut? To have a big cock inside each and every single one of your holes?"

"Taking all of them at the same time? ANSWER ME!"

IU took her sweet time, trying to form a sentence in her mind. In her defense, it was kinda hard to come up with anything when she had two massive cocks in her holes, and another two constantly hitting her face, with another one just inches away from her lips.

"Good...it...it feels good. But I want more, though. I need more, please."

"What more can we give you? What the fuck?"

"Your cum. Don't stop using me until you drain those balls inside me."

"And please tell my bodyguard to go as hard as he can."

"Fuck...you are nothing but a dumb, cockhungry slut."

"You heard her, big fella. Go wild on that pussy and make her scream." He said, slapping IU's bodyguard on the shoulder.

IU's bodyguard shot the CEO a sharp glare, his expression making it clear he didn’t appreciate the slap on his shoulder, or being ordered around. But then his gaze dropped to IU, her body trembling, her muffled moans pleading for more. He exhaled sharply through his nose, holding back his displeasure. This wasn’t about the CEO. It was about her. Tightening his grip on her waist, he pushed his frustration aside and focused on giving IU exactly what she wanted—his big cock, deep inside her.

IU let out a sharp gasp as his hips started hammering into her. The sudden force took her by surprise, but the pain quickly morphed into pleasure. His cock was pounding her pussy with the kind of intensity she had never experienced before—not even with him. The noise of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the room, as he repeatedly thrust into her, holding nothing back.

The same thing could be said for CEO and his bodyguard. They were using her like a ragdoll, hammering away at her holes and fucking her brains out, showing her no mercy. IU's body belonged to them, and they were not going to stop until they had drained their balls inside her.

IU was an absolute mess. Her arms and legs ached from being tied up, a dull numbness creeping in as circulation slowed. Sweat coated her entire skin, making her body slick against the one beneath her. With her head hanging upside down, the rush of blood made her feel lightheaded, a dizzy haze settling over her senses. Her neck throbbed from the unnatural angle, but she barely registered the discomfort, too lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Her pussy and ass were sore, the sensation of her holes being stretched and filled to the brim was borderline unbearable. But at the same time, it was also an addictive feeling, and she couldn't get enough. She didn't care how sore she would be after this experience, all she wanted was to drain their balls dry.

Luckily for her, she didn't have to wait much longer. Her former manager's dick was starting to pulse, the signs that he was close. He had been using her mouth like his personal fleshlight for the past several minutes now, with IU having long lost the ability to lick and suck his shaft properly. The constant throat fucking had not only left her jaw was tired, but had also left her in a complete daze, and she had been reduced to nothing but a tool for him to fuck.

"Do you want my cum, Jieun?" He asked, pulling his cock out of her mouth.

IU tried to reply, but no sound came out. His dick had stolen almost all of her ability to speak, leaving her pretty much incapable of doing anything else besides moaning and groaning around his shaft.

"Well, I hope you're ready, cuz I'm about to fill your slutty little mouth."

He held her head in place and rammed his cock down her throat as fast as he could, hitting the back of it several times, before finally erupting. IU's eyes went wide and a muffled, gagging sound could be heard as she felt the hot spurts of his cum splashing inside her mouth and hitting the back of her throat.

After what seemed like ages, he finally pulled out of her mouth, and IU was left with no other choice but to swallow every last drop of his cum.

"Fuck...I've waited for this moment for longer than you can imagine..."

"Thank you for caring about such a worthless thing, Jieun." He added, getting off the table and stumbling towards a chair.

With the CEO now out of the picture, she thought her mouth would catch a break, but the lawyers had other ideas. Both of them were eager to have their dicks stuffed down any hole of hers, and with her mouth being the only one available, they shoved their cocks inside, forcing her to suck on their shafts at the same time.

It was one thing to have three cocks inside her, but to have four of them...it was something entirely different. It was too much for IU, and even with having an orgasm earlier on, it wasn't long until she reached another climax.

Her bodyguard felt her pussy walls tighten around his dick, her orgasm crashing into her like a tidal wave, and it was enough to push him over the edge. He had dumped his load inside her many times before, but this was different. He was always alone with her in those previous times, and now he was here, cumming inside her as she was being taken and used like a slut by everyone in the room.

IU barely had any time to process that her bodyguard had given her a creampie before she felt another thick load of cum being deposited inside her, this time in her round ass.

"I told you I was going to ruin you and make a mess out of your ass, bitch." He said, pulling his massive black cock out of her asshole.

She had no way to see the damage his big black cock had done, but judging from the feeling, she knew her asshole was gaping and stretched wide open. Her bodyguard had the perfect view, and even he was shocked by seeing IU's gaping asshole, and the cum dripping out of it.

With the bodyguards done with her holes, they decided to pull her to the side and untie her. As soon as they did so, IU's limbs came crashing down, and they were so numb that she barely had the strength to move them. She lay there motionless, her entire body aching and stinging, the ache settling deep into her bones.

However, that wasn't stopping her from having more. Despite everything, her desire was still burning, and she wanted more cocks, more cum, and most importantly, the contract.

"Cum...please..."

It was all she could say, and the lawyers didn't need more convincing. They moved IU and placed her on her knees, on top of the table. She was so out of it, that her head just kept falling forward, and her own lawyer had to grab it, or else they would just have to be pleased with covering her hair in their seed.

Neither of them wanted that, and neither did IU. Her face might've said otherwise, but she was eager to get their loads plastered all over her face, and they were excitedly stroking their shafts, getting ready to give her the facial of her life.

IU could barely see the outlines of the cocks that were now jerking off in front of her, but that didn't stop her from sticking out her tongue and opening her mouth wide, begging for their cum.

It was a matter of seconds before their cocks exploded at the same time, and she felt their warm cum being splattered across her face. They shot load after load of their cum all over her pretty face, covering it completely.

She looked unrecognizable. IU's hair was messy, her body was covered in sweat, and now her face was covered in multiple layers of cum, with most of it dripping down her chin. Her lawyer let go of her head, and she collapsed face first on the wooden table.

The CEO, already with his clothes back on, picked up the contract and signed it, before tossing it on the table once again.

"Hope it was worth it, Jieun."

"And don't forget to clean this mess." He added, instructing everyone to leave the room, including IU's men.

IU heard the sound of the doors being closed, and she was now alone in the room. After the intense experience she had just gone through, her brain was still struggling to process anything. Her head was spinning, and the taste of their cum was still present in her mouth, the scent lingering in her nostrils.

For the next fifteen minutes, IU didn’t move. She lay there, sprawled out on the table, her naked body sticky with sweat and cum, cooling rapidly in the empty room. The silence felt deafening, broken only by her slow, shallow breaths. A shiver ran down her spine as the cold air pricked at her damp skin, making her long for the warmth of a bath, the feeling of hot water washing away every trace of what had just happened.

Her thoughts were sluggish, drifting in and out, until the faint sound of the doors opening pulled her back. She could hear footsteps, but her vision was still blurry, and she couldn't make out who was walking into the room.

"You're still here? I thought you would have left by now." The CEO said.

"Don't mind me. Just using the bathroom. Gotta take a quick piss."

"No, s-stop..."

The CEO did stop in his tracks, not because of what she said, but mostly because he couldn't hear what was coming out of her mouth, her voice so low that it was barely audible.

"Use me...use me as your personal toilet."

He couldn't believe it. IU already had the contract and here she was, still asking for more, her mind undoubtedly broken beyond repair from the experience.

The CEO didn't waste any time, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. With one hand on his dick and the other on the back of her head, he lowered his cock towards her face, and let go. His warm piss started spraying out, covering IU's face, and then slowly running down her forehead and onto her eyes and nose.

Wanting to humiliate even further, he stood up and started pissing all over her naked body, coating it in his piss. Her skin turned golden under the yellow stream, his hot piss splashing down her tits and stomach. It was the ultimate humiliation, the final degradation.

IU didn't know what had come over her, but the idea of being used and degraded by this man, who was once her best friend, was so incredibly hot.

"You really are no different from all the other sluts in this industry."

He spat on her face and zipped up his pants. He took one last look at IU, laying there motionless, her naked body soaked in sweat, cum and his piss.

"What a fucking whore."

He walked away, and once again, the doors were shut, leaving her alone. There was no light at the end of the tunnel for IU. She had no idea how she was going to get herself out of this, but right now, she couldn't even bring herself to think about it. She was exhausted, her limbs felt like lead and her muscles were on fire. Her body was aching and begging for relief.

As IU lay there, a single tear rolled down her cheek. She was overwhelmed, her body wracked with emotion, the weight of everything she had just done crashing down on her. It was too much...too much.

But even then, even as she cried and sobbed, a part of her didn't regret any of it. The contract was hers and even though her dignity had been stripped from her, and her body was completely and utterly ruined, she couldn't deny that the feeling of having cum in all her holes, her face, and the CEO pissing all over her was so incredibly satisfying, to the point where she was already looking forward to the next meeting.

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