Born to Be a Secretary

Heewon’s impression that Kwon Youngjae was composed was a huge mistake. Not content with just smashing the phone, Kwon grabbed Heewon by the collar and shoved him hard.
“Executive Director—ugh!”
Bang! The door to the room shook violently. Heewon gripped the hand clutching his collar tightly. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he struggled, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pry Kwon’s grip loose. Trying to hold Kwon back with his [N O V E L I G H T] own strength seemed hopeless.

A sharp pain surged from the tongue—he must have bitten it wrong during the struggle. To make matters worse, Kwon was pulling so hard at the collar that one button on Heewon’s shirt had already popped off, and the rest strained to hold.
“Ex-Executive Director!”
Kwon was clearly out of his mind. The eyes looking down at Heewon held no trace of reason—only raw desire, as if he might devour him at any moment.

No way… but still, he’d recognize who he was, right?
Suddenly, Kwon pressed his nose against the back of Heewon’s neck. Like a dog sniffing, he started inhaling deeply over every bare inch.
This was pure Alpha instinct. The intense obsession to find Omega pheromones in the person before him had turned Kwon into a beast.

Heewon froze in shock, unable to make a sound. He had no idea how to react—just lay there under Kwon’s weight, breathing shallowly.
Then he suddenly felt a hard thigh press against his own leg. During the commotion, the knot of the shower robe Kwon wore had come loose. Uneasily, Heewon glanced down and saw a thick, heavy rod—like a club—lifting the robe and pressing against his lower abdomen.
“Ugh! Ah!”

Heewon screamed. Somehow summoning strength, the moment he saw the formidable member, he pushed Kwon’s heavy body away fiercely.
Where’s the sedative?!
There was no time to think. He darted into the sitting room and snatched the pouch he had left earlier.

He hurriedly unzipped it, and syringes spilled out. He wasted more precious time searching for the sedative. Heart pounding, he instinctively glanced back—Kwon was striding straight toward him.
“Ex-Executive Director! Calm down! Snap out of it!”
The bastard’s eyes were wild! Heewon fumbled on the floor with the hand holding the syringe. Crawling backward, dragging his hips, he was suddenly grabbed by the ankle. Kwon’s strong hand forced Heewon’s knees apart, then gripped tightly below his thigh.

A chillingly low voice scraped his ear.
“Strip. Let’s have sex.”
“No!”
“Why not?”

You lunatic, I’m your secretary!
Heewon felt like exploding. No matter how much of an executive secretary he was, he had no obligation to handle rut duties.
Meanwhile, his body was dragged under Kwon. There was no sense with someone in this state. Twisting his waist to escape was futile against the overwhelming strength difference.

Kwon even touched the buckle of Heewon’s pants. Using every ounce of strength, Heewon lifted his hips. Escape was impossible, but he managed to turn the position so he sat astride Kwon’s thigh, facing him.
Administering the sedative was simple—it was self-injecting. With his right hand gripping the button firmly, his other hand grabbed the back of Kwon’s head. He plunged the tiny needle, about 3 mm long, into Kwon’s neck. All of this took just about a minute.
“…….”

The sedative was injected, but what now? It would take time to take effect, and the situation wasn’t good. Anyone could tell this was right before something happened.
The face so close was soaked in excitement. Judging by his eyes, Kwon was already out of his mind. Seeing an Alpha in rut in front of him, fear and dread seeped into Heewon’s skin without filter.
He soothed him in a trembling voice.

“Executive Director, if you could just… huff, calm down a bit, please—ah! Ugh! I see you can’t.”
Kwon’s large hand gripped Heewon’s buttocks tightly. Damn, the grip was so strong the pants seemed like they might tear.
Not content with squeezing the flesh, the raging rod poked sharply at Heewon’s groin. Heewon refused to look down. Keeping his head high, staring into space, all sorts of thoughts flooded his mind.

No matter what, he had to stop the sex. He reached out hesitantly and grabbed the heavy whiskey bottle left on the table. He twisted the neck firmly.
Smash Executive Director Kwon’s head with this…!
Damn it, I’d get arrested for attempted murder, right? Maybe I should just stall by kissing him a bit instead? The choices in front of Heewon were either terrible or worse.

Instead of smashing with the bottle, he drank the strong liquor like water. The fiery burn swallowed his throat and heated his esophagus like a flame.
Heewon blinked tightly. He never expected his vacation—his first ever one-night stand—to turn out like this.
It was terrifying that the person he’d first met as a stranger had become his boss, but he decided to empty his mind and just go with it.

Whatever, he thought, lowering his head as their lips met. If he didn’t think about the fact that this was Kwon Youngjae, the contact itself didn’t feel bad. The alcohol buzz definitely helped.
While their lips touched, the hand on his buttocks rose to grab Heewon’s hair. The pain was like his scalp was being torn off, and Heewon let out a small groan. Seizing the moment, Kwon’s thick tongue invaded his mouth. Tongues tangled without a chance to resist.
It felt like the root of his tongue was being ripped out. As Kwon eagerly sucked all the saliva in his mouth, Heewon could only place his hands on the broad shoulders. His fingers flexed and relaxed repeatedly.

As the tongue numbed, Kwon’s aggressive behavior slowed. His breath wet the philtrum roughly, and his flushed face was still hot, but the grip on Heewon’s hair noticeably loosened.
Finally, the sedative seemed to take effect. Kwon slowly pulled his face back, still scanning Heewon’s face up and down with dilated pupils. His breathing remained rough and unstable.
“What… will you do about this situation?”

“Executive Director, if you could wait just a little… the next partner is on the way.”
“You left me like this… do you know how much pain I’m in?”
Though the drug restored some reason, it couldn’t block the rut. Kwon was barely able to hold on for even a minute or a second.

His erect rod felt like it might explode without release, and his head boiled with heat. He wanted to pin down anyone nearby and fuck them.
Unfortunately, it was Heewon in front of him, so he was trying hard to hold back. Suppressing his instincts in rut was like tearing out raw flesh. He clenched his teeth until his gums bled.
Kwon’s eyes shot open. He’d reached his limit.

“Kim Heewon. Open your mouth.”
Heewon shook his head stubbornly. His lips had already been sucked once, but now he pulled them inward, trying to preserve his chastity.
Whether he agreed or not, Kwon grabbed Heewon’s chin and slowly licked the closed lips. Biting and sucking the pale cheek, he pressed his wet lips against the damp skin and whispered weakly.

“Please.”
“......”
“Just stick out your tongue like before. Anything. I need that to survive.”

The strained voice somehow sounded like a plea.
Heewon slowly relaxed his pursed lips. Feeling like he’d be devoured otherwise, he grabbed Kwon’s cheeks hard. Pulling his face as far back as possible, Kwon’s expression instantly turned fierce.
“Only until the partner arrives... absolutely no sex.”

“...Tch.”
“Promise me.”
Kwon’s pupils flashed. Though his lips were tightly pressed, a faint grinding of teeth was audible. But Heewon was in control now. Kwon finally muttered a “Fine.”

Once the agreement was made, Heewon let out a short sigh.
I’m doomed, I don’t know what to do now.
At least he’d set a limit. If Kwon tried anything stupid, it’d be attempted murder—and Heewon wouldn’t stand for it.

As he muttered this inwardly, Kwon tilted his head and grabbed the back of Heewon’s head fiercely again, pressing their lips together.
Still, it was gentler than before. The tongue parted the lips and brushed against the neat teeth and inner mouth softly. The wet lips began to feel surprisingly pleasant.
Ah… Executive Director Kwon kisses well.

That thought slipped into Heewon’s mind. Kwon’s skill was enough to slowly melt away the tension embedded in his body. Unconsciously, Heewon threw his arms around the firm shoulders and closed his eyes.
Looking back, he thought, that was probably a mistake.