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One second he was begging me to suck him off, the next he’d flipped the script entirely. He pressed my shoulders down until my back hit the cool hardwood floor. I yanked my hand off him in shock; he just grabbed it again and wrapped my fingers around his now-even-bigger cock.
He planted his hands on either side of my head like he was about to slide into me right there, thrusting into my fist. When that wasn’t enough, he hooked both my knees over one of his shoulders and shoved himself between my thighs.
“Doyoon—ah—”
“Shh, just—keep your legs together and stay still—”
“Hnngh… haa—!”
The thick, dark length slapped rhythmically against my skin (thwack, thwack). Every time I imagined that thing pushing into my actual hole instead, my vision blurred.
Our cocks rubbed together, rigid and leaking. Each hot breath he let out curled my toes.
I was right there again—
Drrrrrrrr!
The same damn phone.
I startled so hard I shoved him off on pure reflex.
This time Doyoon’s face went full thundercloud. Actual anger.
I was flustered too, but the constant calls were stressing me out.
“Answer it. What if it’s urgent?”
“Ignore it.”
“I can’t focus—”
He ground his teeth so hard I heard it.
“I told them I took the day off…”
Even I felt the murderous aura rolling off him.
I rubbed his back frantically. “Hey, don’t be mad—”
He bit his lip, exhaled through his nose, then reluctantly peeled himself off me. Stalked over to the desk, snatched the phone, checked the caller, and answered in a voice sharp enough to cut steel.
“…What is it?”
Whoever was on the other end was about to have a very bad day.
I sat up, sticky palm clenched, and used my elbow to push myself off the floor. Thank god the tissues were close.
The call dragged on. Doyoon’s expression grew darker and darker until he finally sighed.
“…Right now?”
From his tone, he had to go in.
The second I realized that, my mood did a complete 180.
Some asshole has the audacity to ruin his vacation day?! We were so close—
…Wait.
This is perfect.
A lightbulb exploded over my head.
Five minutes ago I was trying to figure out how to get him out of the house. I’d nearly forgotten the mission because of hormones.
While he’s gone I can:
Suddenly I was mentally sending flowers to whoever was on the phone.
I scrambled into my pants, hovered by the door, and put on my best supportive-boyfriend face.
Doyoon hung up and turned to me with the saddest eyes known to man.
“…Hyung, I have to go in.”
I fought not to look too happy. “Can’t be helped. Must be an emergency, right? Work is work.”
He let out the most tragic sigh in history, like he was two seconds from smashing a door.
I glanced down—he was still rock-hard. For half a second I considered helping him quick, but then he might decide not to leave at all.
For the greater good, I went full saint mode.
“Go on. I’ll be fine.”
He actually pouted. “If you’d just held me back once, I swear I wouldn’t have gone.”
Good thing I didn’t.
“Hurry so you can come home faster.”
“…I’ll be quick.”
He scanned me head-to-toe like ten times while getting dressed, gaze so blatant I felt naked again. I practically shoved him out.
“Do the work properly. Take your time.”
“…Yes.”
He changed into a suit, paused at the threshold, and looked back with the most heartbroken puppy face.
I pretended not to see.
The door finally closed.
I clutched my chest, stared at the front door for a solid minute in case he came back, then waited ten more on the couch like a paranoid squirrel.
When I was 100% sure he was gone, I bolted to my study.
Deep breath.
I opened the highest-security safe in the house (double keys, passcode, fingerprint—the works). Even Doyoon doesn’t know about this one.
Five layers of wrapping later, there they were: lube, condoms, and the star of the show—a massive, veiny, hot-pink dildo.
I knelt in front of the safe, cradling the thing in both hands like a cursed artifact.
I’d never used it. Not once.
Today was D-day.
I swallowed hard. Even the “small” size I’d chosen looked terrifyingly realistic.
“…I can do this.”
He’d left me so worked up that getting in the mood for practice wouldn’t be hard at all.
I’d agonized for weeks. Sure, he’d be happy with a pack of Chupa Chups, but I wanted to give him something that would actually make his year.
Taking a private jet to another private island just to do the deed felt insane—and if we failed again, the awkwardness would kill me.
Besides, he’s too busy for faraway trips anyway. Case in point: they dragged him in today.
And honestly? Our apartment is the safest, most secure place on earth.
More than that—I had a hunch he’d love making this memory in the middle of our everyday life the most.
(It’s definitely not because I couldn’t think of another island-level gift.)
A few hours later, the birthday delivery arrived.
I held the box with both hands, took the deepest breath of my life, and stared at my reflection.
“Let’s do this.”
Meanwhile, at Haewon E&M.
Executive Director Choi Doyoon’s mood was murderous.
He’d barely carved out one single vacation day in months, and it got ruined at the worst possible moment.
His secretary looked ready to cry. “Vice Chairman ordered it urgently… I’m so sorry.”
“…Fine.”
He walked out of the meeting room looking like he’d been chewed out, when in reality he’d been flawless—calm, thorough, untouchable. No one could ever say he was just a nepo baby.
But the second the meeting ended, his brain looped back to this morning.
Hyung was acting weird.
He thought Seunghyun would be thrilled about the day off. Instead… something felt off. And when things were finally heating up, Seunghyun practically kicked him out the door with zero hesitation.
Did I read the room wrong?
He rubbed his jaw, frowning.
As he got into his car at 3 p.m., he pulled out his phone to text Seunghyun he was on the way.
Then—a new message. From Seunghee.
[Tomorrow’s your birthday, right? We’re done with everything today. Take tomorrow off too.]
His eyes went wide.
She’d grilled him like a criminal earlier, and now this?
Did she move the meeting on purpose because she knew?
Nah. Seunghee doesn’t care about birthdays.
He typed back instantly.
[Thank you.]
Mood instantly 180°.
Engine roared to life. Official vacation extension secured—Thursday evening through Sunday, all his.
Best. Plot twist. Ever.
He even started humming.
He was so excited that he completely forgot to tell Seunghyun he was coming home early.
A few minutes later, he burst through the front door, grinning like an idiot.
“Hyung! I’m baaack!”
No answer.
Then—CRASH! Something big collapsed in the bedroom.
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Omg I can already sense the embarrassment