Born to Be a Secretary Chapter 49

“Is this really okay...”

The security team mber’s gaze landed on Kim Heewon convulsing on the floor. From his perspective, it looked like an ambulance should be called imdiately, but Kwon Youngjae’s orders were so firm that arguing was out of the question.

“Then... I’ll wait outside. If you need any help, just let know anyti.”

Though the staff was clearly suspicious, he locked the door as instructed and left. With a click, the door latched shut. Kwon Youngjae poured bottled water straight over Heewon’s head. The water stread down, washing away the fire extinguisher powder sared on his hair and face. He wiped the remaining moisture off his face and shrugged off his soaked jacket.

Kwon twisted his waist and slid his knees between Heewon’s trembling legs, placing both palms beside Heewon’s face. Seeing his secretary, shaking uncontrollably like a leaf, succumbed to the Alpha pheromones was pitiful beyond words.

I told you to wait outside. Why didn’t you listen and cause this ss?

Did he expect to get beaten by Kwon Youngho?

It was beyond ridiculous—it made him angry. Kwon took a deep breath and loosened the tight necktie choking his throat.

He cradled Heewon’s head, stuck to the floor, holding him close, bending deeply forward to press their bodies together. What ca next was obvious: fully releasing his pheromones.

Kwon knew better than anyone how agonizing a pheromone shock was. He had suffered countless tis as a child.

When violent pheromones are excessively injected, the stimulation easily morphs from sexual arousal into pain. At this level of convulsion, even hospital sedatives would hardly help. Ironically, the most effective way to suppress the shock was with more pheromones.

“Heewon relies on your pheromones a lot, so if he seems to struggle, help him out. If you’re going to keep an Oga who just manifested, at least care for him like a decent human.”

“Don’t you know mutual benefit? If you take, you have to give back. Money alone isn’t everything.”

“Pheromones work better than dicine. If you don’t like it, cancel the contract. Don’t ss with innocent people.”

Hong Yeonju had pleaded firmly. As her friend said, Kim Heewon always seed quietly distressed whenever he faced Alphas at outside events.

How could it be otherwise, with trash Alphas everywhere stirring up trouble for Ogas? It was well-known that people who tornted Heewon behind his back were everywhere.

This wasn’t about sexual exchanges—just sharing pheromones, which was perfectly possible. Heewon himself gave pheromones to Kwon, so there was no reason to guard his body alone. He endured without showing any hardship, which Kwon found admirable.

So, as usual—no, even more intensely—he emitted pheromones. The dominant Alpha’s pheromones, released with full focus, quickly took over the air. They swept away the lingering pheromones of Kwon Youngho and even covered the sharp sll of fire extinguisher chemicals. Kwon’s invisible pheromones filled the empty room densely.

“Kim Heewon, huff, breathe slowly.”

The problem was that Heewon didn’t listen at all. Previously, even a little pheromone release would calm him, but now the shock spread throughout his body, barely controllable. He sweat profusely and thrashed as if in agony.

Calling his na, Kwon loosened his necktie. Sliding fingers beneath the tightly buttoned shirt, he undid buttons to ease the constriction. Despite freeing the chokehold, Heewon’s ragged breathing did not calm. Kwon grew increasingly anxious, uncharacteristically for him.

“Ugh, huh!”

Suddenly, Heewon’s chest heaved, and he twisted his waist convulsively. As Heewon thrashed violently, Kwon pressed down hard on his trembling shoulders and suppressed the struggling legs with his own weight.

“Damn it, Kim Heewon!”

Though it wasn’t cold, Heewon’s teeth chattered fiercely. Kwon shoved his thumb deep into Heewon’s open mouth, fearing he might bite his tongue. Sure enough, Heewon clenched so tightly that his teeth bit into his own flesh.

Kwon’s finger caught between teeth was crushed. It hurt, but worse was watching Heewon, completely out of his mind, thrash helplessly.

Without hesitation, Kwon leaned closer. He pressed firmly on the finger, forced open the mouth, and shoved his tongue inside.

There was nothing like bodily fluid for pheromone exchange. Mixing saliva created a far stronger effect than just pouring pheromones indiscriminately.

That was why biting was so troubleso during rut. Of course, this wasn’t rut, nor did Kwon want to have sex with Heewon, but the urgency of the situation made giving up his lips easy.

His forcibly inserted tongue stirred the hot mouth freely. The skin contact was cold, but the inside of the mouth burned strangely.

Wrapping and sucking the trembling tongue, Heewon writhed like he was electrocuted, shaking his head violently. His blind hands clawed at Kwon’s face, tore at him, pushed his shoulders away desperately.

Kwon suppressed the violent resistance and dumped kisses uncontrollably. It wasn’t lustful but more like artificial respiration. He blew his pheromones into Heewon in thick waves. He sucked the stubborn, resistant tongue, pushing saliva past the tongue root. Heewon finally opened his throat and began swallowing the sweet saliva mixed with dense pheromones.

With each distinct gulp, Heewon’s violent thrashing slowed. His once ragged breaths settled into an even rhythm. The hands that pushed Kwon away wrapped firmly around the nape of his neck.

“Haa, ha.”

“Take more, don’t spill, swallow it all.”

Heewon seed lucid enough to understand commands. He tilted his head and opened his mouth wide. Between their closely pressed lips, his red tongue flicked in and out. Inside the invaded mouth, their soft tongues intertwined chaotically in a frenzy.

Haa, ha, as Heewon moaned—or breathed—swallowing and exhaling, Kwon grabbed his slender jaw and evenly spread his saliva inside. He swept the roof of the mouth, inside the cheeks, and along the firm gums supporting the molars. He cleaned under the tongue, carrying the overflowing saliva. At this point, it was impossible to tell whose saliva was whose. The leaking saliva was ssy and disgusting, so Kwon sucked their joined lips deeply.

How much ti had passed? The breathing had long since cald, yet their entwined lips refused to part. When Heewon’s wet hair was almost dry, Kwon murmured, slightly parting his lips:

“Isn’t it about ti you ca to your senses?”

At the cold voice, Heewon’s eyelids slowly opened.

“I... Director.”

Open your eyes properly, a hand awakening his dazed mind slapped his cheek lightly.

Kwon slowly straightened and sat up, helping the sprawled Kim Heewon to his feet. He leaned Heewon’s limp body, like wet laundry, against the wall, studying his half-absent face carefully.

“Feeling better?”

Heewon nodded slowly without answering. His mind wasn’t fully clear, but at least he could distinguish right from wrong.

“Sit here for a mont.”

Kwon tapped his shoulder and left the room. With a click, the door closed behind him. Faint voices chatted outside.

“...Haa.”

Heewon leaned his head against the wall, breathing weakly. His whole body ached as if beaten with fists. Above all, his tongue stung—the real source of his pain.

He pressed his swollen lips with the back of his hand. Would the heat go down? It seed it would take a long ti.

He exhaled wearily and wiped his face. His entire body was soaked with Kwon Youngjae’s scent, offering no comfort to his troubled mind.

Outside, chaos erupted. Word spread fast that executives had gotten into a brawl, and spectators flooded the hallway. Rumors flew around instantly. Even Chairman Kwon had heard and was furious.

Since the punishnt was rejected and Kwon Youngjae had acted violently, it wasn’t sothing that would blow over easily. Worse, news that he had assaulted a powerless Oga employee enraged the chairman further.

It was a blessing that Kwon Youngho fainted and was taken to the hospital. Otherwise, he might have been hit °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° by Chairman Kwon’s cherished golf club and ended up with broken molars on the other side.

While the security team blocked access thoroughly, Kwon Youngjae quietly discussed with Attorney Park how to handle the situation.

He let out a long sigh and swept his damp bangs aside. Though he’d roughly washed, white powder flakes fell as he moved his careless hand. His shirt and pants were wrinkled, and his loosened necktie was crooked, looking worse than if he’d left it undone.

The always neat Executive Director Kwon Youngjae was unusually disheveled.