Devouring the Love of the Secretary

Bite 3 - First Night

"Don't lock the door. I'm going to stay with you tonight."

Gasp!

Irin choked, her face turning red. She coughed uncontrollably until Pholach handed her a tissue. The secretary could only thank him softly and used the tissue to dab at the tears that had welled up.

"Are you okay?"

"Rin is okay." She said while still coughing. She gave an embarrassed smile. How many times had she embarrassed herself in front of her boss like this? "Just choked. I guess I drank the water too fast."

"It's not because of what I said, is it?"

"N-no, it's not." Irin quickly denied it. She was afraid of displeasing him, even though it was indeed because of what the boss had said.

Out of the blue, he said he was going to stay with her. How could she not be startled? She had never slept with a man in her life, she never even had a boyfriend.

"I thought you weren't ready, so we could postpone it. But if you have no problem, then prepare yourself. I'll come to you after work."

Pholach spoke slowly. He stood up to his full height and excused himself, leaving Irin sitting there with her mouth agape. It seemed too late to change her words now.

"Oh, I like cleanliness. In the two hours while I'm working, I hope you can ensure you're clean and presentable to my satisfaction."

He didn't forget to emphasize the important point. Cleanliness was a big deal for Pholach, another crucial reason why he was considering a regular partner.

He didn't know how clean the women his subordinates brought would be. Even though he took precautions every time, he still wasn't confident. Having a regular partner was better; at least he could be sure of cleanliness.

The penthouse owner went off to handle his work, while Irin sat still as if her soul had left her body. She realized she had made a mistake. She shouldn't have denied the boss. She should have just admitted she wasn't ready, not stubbornly said it was fine.

"Ugh."

The young woman buried her face on the dining table, letting out a moan of despair. She won't survive tonight. She needed some more time to brace herself.

At exactly nine o'clock in the evening, there was a soft knock on the door. Before she could give permission, the teak door swung open. Irin sat at the edge of the bed, squeezing her hands together tightly, not daring to meet the eyes of the young man in a bathrobe, which was open wide enough to reveal a glimpse of his strong chest.

She felt like she might die of a heart attack.

She heard the sound of slippers tapping on the wooden floor, coming closer. Irin kept her head down, seeing only the tips of the boss's feet.

"Irin."

"Yes?"

"Look up."

The deep voice wasn't commanding, but it wasn't gentle like a plea either. Even so, it was enough to make Irin tremble like a frightened bird. She slowly lifted her head, her teeth gently biting her trembling lip.

"Are you teasing me?"

"Rin, Rin wasn't teasing," she replied.

"Then why are you biting your lip?" Pholach gently rubbed the soft lip that had been bitten with his thumb. Luckily, it wasn't bruised; that would have been a shame. "Don't bite your lip unless I'm thrusting to give you pleasure."

"B-boss..."

"Irin, I'm rather straightforward in bed. 'Do it' means 'do it', 'thrust' means 'thrust'. I don't like beating around the bush, so you have to handle it. Understand?"

Did she have a choice? Certainly not. Pholach wasn't asking or explaining; he was giving her an order to follow.

"Yes, boss."

"Good."

Pholach let go of her full lips, feeling a slight regret for their sweet softness, but it was fine. He still had time to explore this body thoroughly.

The tall figure, showing off his bare chest, sat down on the edge of the bed next to his beautiful secretary. His legs spread apart, revealing more than she dared to see. Irin's cheeks burned, and she quickly looked away, afraid of seeing more than she should.

Even though she only saw a bulge, she could guess it was substantial. Her boss had Western ancestry and was quite big.

That part must be...

"I know you're inexperienced, so today I won't go all the way, but you need to bring me to completion."

"H-how?"

Despite being embarrassed by her boss's blunt words, Irin couldn't help but ask. She had no experience. She had only glimpsed adult films but never paid enough attention to learn every step.

In health education classes, they never taught this. They only said to preserve one's virtue, to play sports if feeling aroused, instead of teaching that s*x is natural and how to protect oneself if engaging in it.

The education system is really outdated.

"Come here."

Pholach guided Irin to stand up like a doll before gently pressing her small shoulders to sit her down between his spread legs.

"Use your hands and mouth to make me come."

"B-boss, Rin..."

"Try it. I know you can do it."

Irin took a deep breath to gather her courage before her slightly trembling hand moved to rest on the boss's thigh, nearly two hand spans away from where Pholach intended.

"Not there, Irin. Move your hand up a bit more," the man whispered to his secretary calmly.

"L-like this, right?"

"No," Pholach shook his head before taking her soft hand and placing it on the crucial area himself. "Here."

Irin was so excited that she held her breath momentarily, realizing it was futile. She looked at her hand resting on that part, the firm part radiating heat against her cool palm, even though there was still fabric in between.

"Now, do it like this."

Pholach guided her slender hand to slowly squeeze the part that was still dormant. He watched her captivatingly beautiful face as Irin displayed a blend of panic and curiosity. The more the thing she was holding started to expand, the more excited she became.

"B-Boss."

"Hmm?"

"It's... it's getting bigger."

Irin was excited about the male body she was getting close to for the first time. Seeing isn't the same as touching, and touching isn't the same as truly feeling. She knew that when a man is aroused, this part becomes hard and enlarges, but having never touched the real thing, she was understandably excited. She couldn't help but think how fascinating the male body was, so different from the female body.

Initially soft, it gradually became firmer until it overflowed her palm.

"It's... bigger than my hand now."

Pholach found her reaction endearing. Irin's reaction was like a child discovering a new toy, making him feel like he was bullying a child.

In truth, he wasn't particularly fond of naive women. He didn't like having to teach, preferring a mutual understanding and diving straight into action. But Irin had something that appealed to Pholach. Her meticulous nature, demeanor, and of course, her appearance.

She was very beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't understand why a woman this beautiful and well-shaped had remained untouched until she came to him. Importantly, he was her first. Pholach knew this because Irin had to report her s****l history before an internal examination. She had never had one, and the doctor confirmed she still had her hymen.

However, whether she had it or not wasn't a significant concern. Pholach never cared about these things because he himself had been through a lot. Expecting others to remain pure seemed somewhat selfish.

Interestingly, it wasn't just about s*x. Nowadays, most women take care of themselves, exercise, and engage in extreme sports, all of which can break that thin membrane. But Irin still had it. The doctor told him that Irin had a thicker hymen than most women, so her first time might be more painful.

Heeding the doctor's warning, Pholach didn't want to rush. He didn't want Irin's first experience to be memorable for the wrong reasons and aimed to minimize her pain.

"I'm feeling constrained now. Take it out."

The young man spoke slowly. As his member expanded, he began to feel constrained. The high-quality branded underwear fit him perfectly, but only when it was still at rest.

"Okay."

Irin forgot her apprehension, her eyes lit up with curiosity. Her slender hand parted the bathrobe, revealing the black underwear tightly encasing the bulge.

"It's so constricting."

"Yes, I'm uncomfortable. Take it out now," Pholach urged in a husky voice.

Irin slowly pulled down the edge of the underwear, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on the sight before her.

"Oh..."

Her lips formed a surprised 'O' as she beheld the impressive feature of the handsome young CEO, who had been voted by more than half the women in the country as the man they most wanted to date and marry for three consecutive years, surpassing even the famous actors who had held the title for years.

"Boss?"

"Hmm?"

"You didn't have any enlargement done, did you?"

"Irin," Pholach called her name in a low voice, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"It's just so big..." Irin murmured softly. "It's too much."

"It's not fully hard yet. It can get even bigger, Irin."

"What!" Her beautiful face turned pale as she looked at the part that had only emerged halfway from the dark underwear, filled with apprehension.

Can it really get bigger? If it does, she might not survive when they actually have to do it. It would be like trying to fit a thumb into a nostril—no, perhaps even more than that.

"Remove my underwear."

Irin had no choice. Since she had accepted the money, she had to do as he wished. She steeled herself and slid the dark fabric off his long legs, placing it neatly beside her.

"Give me your hand."

She extended her hand to him. Pholach, guiding the inexperienced gently, placed her soft hand on the hard member. It expanded further as soon as it came into contact with her cool hand.

"Boss..."

"Don't be afraid. Women are truly remarkable. They can give birth to babies much larger than this, so..."

"It's not the same," she replied.

"Hmm, that's true."

Pholach guided her hand to massage his member, making Irin the one who truly felt the firmness, not him.

"Because babies only come out, whereas I'll be going in and out."

"Boss!"

"Once the initial discomfort passes, Irin, it'll turn into pure pleasure."

"Boss.."

"If you take it slow, the pleasure will be intense and lingering, but if you go fast, you'll be on the brink of ecstasy. And if it's both fast and intense, you'll hit the c****x before you even know it, Irin."

"Boss, that's enough! Please stop,"

Irin begged Pholach to stop, as his words continued, her stomach churned like a dozen storms were raging inside.

"You're not afraid anymore, are you? You're moving your hand by yourself now."

Irin froze, realizing her hand was gripping him firmly without his guidance, unsure when it happened.

It dawned on her that he was talking to calm her fears.

The young secretary looked up at her boss. He really was a good boss. Even though he didn't have to care, since he had already paid her well. He could have forced her, but he chose not to.

"Thank you."

She vowed to herself to do her best for him in everything, whether in the office, in bed, or even on the balcony if he wanted, she wouldn't object!