GooWon pushed open the heavy door to his father's office, the polished wood creaking softly under his hand. The room was vast, all sleek lines and dark leather, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. His father, Go II Won, sat behind the massive oak desk, leaned back in his high-backed chair, eyes closed. GooWon paused for a second, watching the older man. Even at his age, his dad looked powerful—broad shoulders filling out the tailored suit, silver hair neatly combed. GooWon felt a pang of respect mixed with frustration. His father worked too hard, always buried in the family business, the hotel empire that defined their lives. But lately, that intensity had turned toward GooWon's personal life, specifically toward Choi Sarang.
Sarang was everything to him—smart, kind, with a smile that lit up the room. They'd met at the hotel where she worked, and from the first moment, GooWon knew she was the one. But his father had opposed it fiercely. 'She's not fit for this family,' he'd said, his voice cold. 'Poor background, no connections. She'll drag you down.' GooWon had fought back, refusing to let go. After weeks of tension, when his father saw he wouldn't budge, he made a surprising proposal. 'Let her work as my secretary,' Go II Won had suggested. 'I'll train her, show her what it takes to be part of this world. If she proves herself, maybe she'll be worthy of being your wife.' GooWon had jumped at the chance, thrilled that his dad seemed to be coming around. Sarang had agreed too, her eyes shining with hope. 'This could be good for us,' she'd whispered to him that night, kissing him softly. 'Your father is accepting me, step by step.'
Now, a month into her new role, things felt off. GooWon stepped closer, clearing his throat. Go II Won slowly opened his eyes, the sharp gaze locking onto his son. He straightened up a bit, folding his hands on the desk. 'GooWon. What brings you here?'
GooWon didn't waste time. He crossed his arms, pacing a little in front of the desk. 'Dad, we need to talk about Sarang. You're working her too hard. She's exhausted all the time—comes home late, barely has energy to talk. We haven't had a proper date in weeks. What's the point of this training if it's pushing her away?'
Go II Won raised an eyebrow, his expression calm, almost amused. He leaned forward, steepling his fingers. 'Training, son. That's exactly what it is. She's learning the ropes of this business, how to handle high-stakes deals, manage the staff, and understand the legacy. If she's going to be your wife, she needs to be prepared. You two can spend the rest of your lives together. What's the rush? A few late nights now will make her stronger later.'
GooWon shook his head, frustration building. 'It's not just late nights—it's every day. She's buried under paperwork, meetings that run forever. I get the training, but this feels like you're punishing her. Or me. Why can't you ease up a little? Let her breathe.'
His father's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice stayed even. 'Punishing? Don't be dramatic. This is how I built this empire—through hard work, with no shortcuts. If she can't handle it, perhaps she's not suited for it. And you—rushing into marriage without preparation? That's how mistakes happen. Patience, GooWon. You'll thank me one day.'
'Patience?' GooWon shot back, his voice rising. 'You've never liked her from the start. Admit it—this is your way of breaking us up. Giving her impossible tasks, watching her crack under the pressure. I love her, Dad. She's not some project for you to mold or break.'
Go II Won stood up slowly, towering behind the desk, his presence filling the room. 'Love? Love doesn't pay the bills or run a company. I opposed her because I care about your future. This secretary role is a chance—a test. If she passes, fine. If not...' He trailed off, shrugging. 'Don't storm in here accusing me of sabotage. Go back to your own work.'
GooWon's face flushed red, fists clenching at his sides. 'This isn't over. You're ruining everything.' He turned on his heel, slamming the door behind him as he stormed out, the echo bouncing down the hallway. His heart pounded, anger mixing with worry for Sarang. Little did he know, the real betrayal was unfolding right under his nose.
Go II Won exhaled slowly, sinking back into his chair. The office fell quiet again, save for the soft, wet sounds coming from under the desk. He glanced down, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. There, hidden in the shadows beneath the large wooden surface, was Choi Sarang—his son's girlfriend, on her knees, her pretty mouth wrapped around his thick cock. Her lips stretched wide around the girth, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deep into her throat. Saliva glistened on his shaft, dripping down to his heavy balls, which she cupped gently in one hand.
'Sarang,' he murmured, his voice low and rough. 'Your boyfriend—my son—just left. He came in complaining about you.'
She didn't pull off right away. Instead, she nodded slightly, the motion making her head dip forward again, sliding his cock deeper into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, swirling around the veiny length as she sucked harder. The vibration from her hum of acknowledgment sent a jolt through him, and Go II Won groaned deeply, his hand dropping to tangle in her hair, guiding her rhythm. 'Fuck, that's it. Keep going, just like that.' Her bobs quickened for a moment, lips sealing tight, slurping sounds filling the space under the desk as she worked him over, her throat relaxing to take more of his impressive size.
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