- Retaliation
Hyeontae was satisfied. It was nothing short of astonishing that he had managed to bring all three boys completely under his control before summer had even ended. When the Development Team had proposed the hypnosis play and presented the hypnosis incense, he had been skeptical, dismissing it as something far-fetched. But the results had been extraordinary.
He never could have imagined executing his plans so smoothly in such a short time. He had expected it to take at least six months, yet the efficiency had surpassed all expectations.
“Hyeonjun, you need to use your throat more.”
The one licking his cock with a blissful expression under his desk was his stepson. If Hyeonjun had been his real son… if he had been fucking his own flesh and blood…
The thought sent a shiver down his spine—both repulsive and thrilling. He played the doting stepfather, replacing Hyeonjun’s real father, but in truth, it was all just a game of family pretend. No different from children playing house with paper dolls. Toying with them was nothing more than a minor amusement.
Even Hyeontae, who indulged in every unthinkable act and wielded immense wealth, had no real interest in actual incest.
A sudden chill made him rub his neck. Shaking off the discomfort, he came deep in Hyeonjun’s throat. Hyeonjun swallowed every drop, then pulled back to lick his cock clean, smacking his lips before finally emerging from under the desk.
“…Maybe it’s because I haven’t had it in a while… but your cock tastes even better today, Dad.”
“Oh? I think it’s because you haven’t sucked me off in a while. You’ve really turned into a little slut, haven’t you?”
Hyeontae patted Hyeonjun’s ass approvingly as he sat him on his lap. All Hyeonjun wore were nipple piercings and a collar. He could walk around the office naked—except the lobby—and no one would bat an eye. The title of “president’s son” was truly powerful. Everyone stopped what they were doing to attend to him the moment he appeared. Thanks to that, Hyeonjun could take as much cum as he wanted from the men in the company.
The technology currently being tested at the company was related to pregnancy—or rather, the illusion of it. Ethical concerns meant the government wouldn’t approve actual human pregnancy technology. But if it wasn’t a human… that was a different story. Officially, the company marketed it as a realistic tentacle sex toy designed for those with unique sexual preferences.
The tentacle’s role was simple: it created a sac inside the body capable of holding eggs. As the tentacle violated its host, the sac formed, condensing semen into egg-like clusters. Hyeonjun, carrying this sac, had been taking cum from multiple men to fulfill his desire to “be pregnant.” The result? His belly had swollen noticeably, as if he truly were with child.
To outsiders, a man who couldn’t possibly be pregnant, waddling around with a rounded stomach and spreading his legs, might seem pitiful—or grotesque. But Hyeonjun was happy. He had never truly accomplished anything satisfying in his life, so the thrill of inching closer to his life’s goal made every day exhilarating. He pressed a hand to his growing belly, held his breath against the pressure, and eagerly sucked cocks while swaying his hips.
Even within the company, Hyeonjun’s seductive presence was legendary—on par with the most skilled sexual relief staff. Hyeontae smirked internally. At this rate, there’ll be no issues executing the plan. The lingering unease from earlier twisted into something darker—a sadistic urge to punish Hyeonjun for stirring such conflicting emotions in him.
Meanwhile, Jihun was also buried in his own hectic routine. Unlike Seungjun, who still worked part-time after the semester started, and Hyeonjun, who was there purely as the president’s son, Jihun was a probationary employee. On days without classes, he arrived earlier and left later than both of them, diligently working. The first thing he did upon entering the office? Licking the cocks of everyone already there. And whenever someone needed sexual relief, he had to rush over and service them. Many of the office workers were test subjects for a libido-enhancing drug, so their sex drives—and stamina—were far beyond ordinary.
By lunchtime, Jihun’s tanned skin was slick with cum, and he was often too exhausted to do more than collapse on the sofa. The other employees, returning from their meals, would spread his legs with a “Post-meal quickie?” and take turns fucking him. His body, despite the physical exhaustion, still dripped with arousal at the mere prospect of being filled.
“Jihun, you’re such a mess… huh? Even half-asleep, you’re leaking this much.”
“That’s the best part, isn’t it? You’ll cum no matter how roughly I fuck you.”
“Ah—! Hah, a-ahh…! It’s—so good, ah, ngh—!”
Mixing bodies with the entire office was draining. Jihun enjoyed the work, but the physical toll was undeniable. Is this why they pay so much? he wondered. Grinding youth and vitality into cash? The thought crossed his mind more than once. Unable to bear it any longer, he confided in Doyeon about his exhaustion.
“Well… that’s just how it is for probationary employees. And even after that period ends, it’s not like things get easier. You’ll always be the ‘newbie,’ after all… Hey, but isn’t this still pretty luxurious? Back when I was the youngest, I had to take twenty guys a day.”
Jihun had assumed no one in the company would call that easy, but he was wrong. And Doyeon’s next words shocked him even more.
“What’s the point of fucking twenty guys? Once you climb the ranks, you’ll be lucky to get dick three times a week. Yeah, the higher your position, the less they even bother to fuck you properly. It’s like… they lose interest.”
“W-what…?”
“Everyone fusses over the ‘newbie,’ the ‘young one,’ but that doesn’t last. Later on, you’ll be aching for cock, but all anyone cares about is the fresh, cute rookie who just walked in. In the end, you’re left poking your own ass with the company’s latest prototype before heading home.”
“That… happens?”
“You have no idea. Some guys secretly jerk off with butt plugs just to get by. They want to get fucked, but no one’s got the energy to bother with them anymore. The ones with real talent—guys who take it well and cum hard—get transferred to other departments. If you’re just average? You stay here, testing new products. This department isn’t bad, but… well. You’re basically a has-been. And that hurts, you know? Sure, the guys who fuck might get let go if their stamina dries up, but at least they had it better. Anyway. Don’t complain about your situation.”
“…Yes.”
Doyeon lit a cigarette with a bitter expression, his advice more warning than encouragement. Enjoy it while it lasts—soon enough, no one will want you. The words lingered in Jihun’s mind. He had known, vaguely, that things wouldn’t stay this good forever. He recalled how Doyeon often sat out during group sex, claiming fatigue.
It was strange. Higher rank meant more money—so why did it sound so depressing? The idea of watching others fuck while he was left to miserably finger his own ass didn’t exactly thrill him.
He tried to dismiss it as Doyeon just scaring the rookie, but the words gnawed at him. When he was bent over servicing five men at once, the worry faded—but the moment he left the office, the anxiety crept back in.
Jihun was a worrier by nature. The only thing keeping him from losing sleep over it was sheer physical exhaustion. But that didn’t mean he took action. He was still a college student, a fresh-faced rookie in society, and despite his size, he was timid at heart. And Hyeontae had exploited that weakness perfectly, reeling him in without resistance.
Removing the “probationary” label happened quickly. The moment he was officially the office’s youngest, Hyeontae summoned him to the president’s office. Hyeonjun was already there. Unsure why he’d been called, Jihun entered awkwardly, his name tag still clipped to his nipple.
“Jihun, how’s the company treating you?”
“Ah, yes… everyone’s been great, and the work suits me well.”
“Good. I’m glad the test period paid off.”
“Yes…”
“I called you here because… well, there’s something I’d like your help with.”
Hyeonjun locked the office door to prevent interruptions. Jihun tensed slightly, listening intently as Hyeontae spoke. This was the first time he’d seen him in person since being hired. He was used to seeing Hyeontae naked, dominating him in Hyeonjun’s home—but today, in a crisp suit, he looked like a stranger. Like a president straight out of a drama, legs crossed behind a desk in a sunlit office.
Hyeontae leaned forward, explaining his plan in a calm, measured tone. The more Jihun listened, the graver his expression became.
“C-can I really do something like that?”
“Of course. You’re strong, smart—you can handle it. Hmm… might be tough for you to verbally degrade someone, given how kind you are. But we can give you a crash course.”
“What if someone reports this to the police…?”
“If that were a risk, I wouldn’t ask you, would I? From where I stand, Hyeonjun alone might struggle with this. So think of it as helping him out… just this once. Hmm… what do you want in return, Jihun? A salary negotiation?”
“That’s not what I—ah, I mean, President… then…”
Jihun explained what he’d heard in his department and his current duties. He enjoyed the work, but he had concerns—if he didn’t get transferred to another department as he rose in rank, would he really stop receiving cock? If he was stuck because he lacked skill or suitability, he’d have to accept it… but deep down, he wanted to keep getting fucked. Hyeontae listened, then replied as if it were simple.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
