Sotis, there are those monts.
Monts where you know—you absolutely know—there’s a ton of stuff you need to do, a mountain of work piled up right in front of you, waiting to be handled fast and efficiently... and yet you just don’t feel like doing any of it. You sit there, dazed, blank.
It’s like this: I keep telling myself, I need to do it, I really do, but my brain doesn’t follow through. There’s too much to do, and it’s all so stacked up that I can’t figure out where to even start. So I freeze—overloaded.
In the end, I just end up staring at the piles in front of , blankly.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
That was exactly my situation right now.
Vacations are sweet. But they can co back like a double-edged sword—one sharp as hell.
Today’s Monday, February 22nd. Which ans I’ve been off-duty for nearly a full week, no reports, no briefings, just rest (read: sex). But of course, just because I took a week off doesn’t an all that week’s work disappeared. Nope. It all stacked up neatly, just waiting for to lift the lid—then bam! it explodes in my face.
Sa goes for my secretaries and staff who just returned from their vacations.
They probably froze too, overwheld by the mountain of backlogged work. Then, sohow, they powered through it and now I’m looking at the aftermath with my own two eyes.
It was peaceful this morning, though...
“The, uh...”
As I finally opened my mouth, Soo-ah and the departnt heads standing neatly in front of flinched.
Each of them was holding a thick bundle of docunts.
And of course, that wasn’t the end of it—my desk was already buried in piles and stacks of paperwork.
I an, even during regular days, going through that stuff keeps busy. But now we’re talking a week’s worth...
“...Soone give a cigarette.”
“Ah—”
Soo-ah looked around, then set down what she was holding sowhere with a bit of space. She circled the desk and ca up beside .
“Excuse .”
She bent down—giving a full view of her cleavage—and fished a cigarette from my inner jacket pocket.
She slipped one between my lips and lit it with a lighter.
Sssht—
As I inhaled, the cherry flared red and the cigarette’s harsh, acrid scent filled the air.
But just one deep drag and my foggy brain started to clear, like the mist had been burned away.
“Fuuu...”
With a sowhat clearer head, I analyzed the ss.
Yeah. I’m not getting any proper sleep tonight or tomorrow.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Soo-ah—this gorgeous woman—smiling sweetly in that seductive secretary uniform.
“They say even Mount Geumgang cos after a good al...”
The very first thing I needed to do—
Was...
SQUISH
“Hnn?!”
Sexually harass my secretary.
I reached right out and grabbed her plump ass, kneading it with both hands.
Then I crushed the cigarette into the ashtray and pulled her in close, burying my face in her voluptuous curves.
Call it a form of escape.
When faced with a horrifying pile of work, a man deserves at least so montary relief.
Eventually, I pulled Soo-ah into my arms and started grinding against her—and then I stood up and straight-up fucked her.
Right there in front of all the team leads.
As Chief Secretary, she had to set the example. She had to take it deliciously, without knocking over the towering stacks of docunts.
“Ahh! Ahng, ngh!”
“Hrk!”
I violated my chief secretary and ca inside her, right in front of the departnt heads.
And in the end, I even got a cleanup blowjob from her. The whole thing took about thirty minutes, give or take.
“Now that’s more like it.”
I could’ve kept going harder, but I stopped there.
It was ti to finally get back to work.
“Bring Strategy Team’s reports first.”
It took four hours just to receive and process the Strategy Team’s assignnts—and that was only the urgent matters.
Team Leader Ra Seung-hee had filtered out everything else and only passed the critical items. Even so, it took four fucking hours.
Naturally, that ans I only cleared a tiny fraction of the total workload.
Execution Team’s work was a bit lighter, but even that ate up enough ti that it was already Monday evening by the ti I was done.
If I were a regular office worker, I’d be thinking about clocking out soon.
But I’m the head of a corporation now. No such thing.
The one saving grace in all this was that the Protocol and Security Teams had relatively little to report.
Those departnts mainly manage movent routes, advance site checks, and safety verifications based on my schedule. The reports I get are more like brief updates—this was done, that was confird—easy to skim and move on.
God, how convenient. Half-automated workflows are such a blessing...
“Oh? So today’s the day.”
I ca across a note in the Protocol Team’s report.
It was about Ha Eun-young and Ma Yeon-joo.
Today’s the 22nd, so it’s been two weeks since the last switch. Tomorrow’s the changeover.
Right now, Ma Yeon-joo should be in the luxury room... Which ans today’s her second chance if I were to visit... Wait—no. Today’s not a visit day.
In the rotation system: If the girl in the rotten room wins the service match, she gets upgraded. If the girl in the luxury room wins, her stay gets extended.
So if I went today and made Ma Yeon-joo win, that’d be an extra week in luxury.
But she already got switched out just a week after being in the rotten room. Giving her another extension on top of that?
Too unfair. She’d almost certainly win.
That’s why I made a rule: If the luxury room gets maintained for two full weeks, I don’t visit on the switch day.
So, per the rules, I should wait until next week to drop in.
“Yes. The room transfer will take place tomorrow.”
Seo Ah-ram stepped forward and gave a report on the current training status.
She pulled up both girls’ biotric data for comparison—Ha Eun-young’s readings were going wild. Even without much knowledge, I could tell: Jesus, this is serious.
“As intended, Ha Eun-young showed a much more extre reaction after being placed in the rotten room again following a week in luxury.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
The docunts showed her thrashing and resisting as she was dragged to the rotten room. Behind that were photographic records from the days that followed.
Watching her rot in real ti... even I felt a bit bad.
Ma Yeon-joo was visibly anxious too, knowing it’d be her turn in two weeks.
Anyway, everything seems to be progressing smoothly so far.
At this rate, the training should wrap up without issue. Though yeah, so ntal destruction is inevitable.
“...What’s this?”
I flipped to the next report—also about Ha Eun-young and Ma Yeon-joo—but sothing felt... different.
“Oh... Those things were... recovered?”
Go Minji had been playing pirate in the Pacific when she captured V—the one relaying signals between our agents.
They’d blasted his disguised fishing vessel with heavy artillery, completely obliterating the equipnt on board.
It even sank into the ocean, so I figured it was all destroyed.
But Ha Eun-young’s report stated she’d found a pathway into the NIS network using that sa equipnt.
Which ans she’d managed to restore part of it.
“This is even possible?”
“Strictly speaking, the devices themselves weren’t recovered. After a detailed inspection, we were able to retrieve and restore so components and data. Based on that, if we reconstruct the exact sa system—sa serial numbers, sa structure—(summary omitted)... then, with Baekseol’s help, we should be able to explore deeper information about Ha Eun-young, Ma Yeon-joo, and the deceased V.”
“So basically, you’re saying we could break into the NIS servers ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ and pull out everything?”
“In theory, yes. But the mont we access it, anomalies will be detected. We won’t have much ti. Still, we should be able to extract direct information—like the identities and missions of the agents connected through V.”
That’s more than good enough.
This wasn’t even on my radar.
“Alright. Then proceed with Baekseol. Execution Team will support.”
“Yes, sir.”
Now that I think about it, we’ll need more secretaries who specialize in electronic warfare.
Right now, that kind of thing is lumped into Execution Team duties, with Baekseol acting as a specialist—but when our scale expands, we’ll be running these ops constantly. We’ll need an entire Net division.
Ma Yeon-joo’s already my flunky, and once Ha Eun-young breaks, I’ll bring in Danto too. Toss them all into an intel unit. Full-scale Net ops with dedicated staff. Like a proper intelligence center.
There are a few girls doing similar work already, but the scale is small. Not enough structure to submit reports like this one.
“Also—dig into Ha Eun-young. See if there’s anything we can use against her.”
“Use against her?”
“Sothing’s off. Her report says her parents were eliminated—but I’ve seen too many movies to take that at face value. Did she beco an agent and then they were killed? Or were they taken out beforehand, as part of making her into one? It’s suspicious. Find out if there’s anything shady in her recruitnt story.”
Who knows?
We might uncover so new, soul-shattering truth that breaks her down for good.
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