The phone buzzed on Bae Sik Gong's desk. He sighed, leaned back, and picked it up lazily to check the caller ID. His brow twitched when he saw the name flashing across the screen — Kim Yeon's mother.
"Hello?" he answered, voice gruff and tired.
"Oh, Mr. Gong." Ingrid Mikage's gentle voice came through, calm yet carrying a hint of pleading warmth. "I just wanted to ask if you could take extra good care of Kim Yeon today, as usual."
Bae Sik Gong rubbed his temple, reluctant but unable to refuse. "Yes, I understand," he muttered, softening his tone. "Just leave it to me."
At Sae Jin Mei's Palace, late in the evening, the dim gold lights shimmered across silk curtains as she lay sprawled elegantly across her bed. The air was scented with perfume and faint music from her record player.
She stretched, staring up at the ceiling with a dreamy sigh. "I wonder what mister is doing right now…" she murmured, referring to Shan Wolf. "I wish he could be with me for the audition."
Her fingers brushed over the silver dress folded neatly on the bed — her outfit for the secluded nightclub where the final selection would take place.
Meanwhile, at a costume boutique downtown, Kim Yeon twirled in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection in a crisp black-and-white maid outfit. The frilly hem swayed around her thighs as she struck a pose and giggled.
"Hehe… I look cute in this," she said, her tone laced with mischief.
A couple passing by stopped briefly. The boyfriend's gaze froze on her for a second too long. His girlfriend snapped.
"The fuck are you looking at her for and not me?!" she barked.
"I—I'm sorry, babe! You know I like you!"
"Fuck you! Tonight, BDSM night!"
"NOOOO!!!"
The woman yanked him by the ear and dragged him down the street. Kim Yeon giggled behind her hand, eyes sparkling. "Hehe… perfect."
At Won Group Headquarters, Shan Wolf was making his way back to his cubicle, a brand-new Samsung S26 Ultra 7G Note in hand.
"I told Eva to leave it," he muttered under his breath, scrolling through notifications. "But that little girl never takes no for an answer. Well… she already registered it."
As he rounded the corner, Rae Yoorin bumped into him, nearly spilling her iced latte.
"Ah—watch it!" she scolded, glaring before shoving a small box into his hands. "You're such an idiot for losing your phone. Here. Since it was kinda my fault, I got you a new one."
Before Shan could respond, Rae turned and walked away briskly — though the small smile curling at her lips went unseen.
He looked at the phone in his palm and sighed. "Huh… thoughtful, I guess."
He sat down at his desk, set up both devices — Eva's and Rae's — and synced his contact numbers. The display lit up with dozens of missed calls.
"Damn… how many missed calls did I get?" he muttered, scrolling through.
Moments later, Mei Yoo Jun, Ingrid Mikage's assistant, walked over with a cheerful sway in her step.
"Ah, Mr. Wolf! Aren't you going anywhere tonight?" she asked, voice light and teasing.
"Huh? Oh, no," he replied casually, leaning back in his chair. "Don't plan on going anywhere tonight."
Her eyes brightened instantly. "Then how about we—"
Before she could finish, Shan noticed Ingrid Mikage peeking from her office door. Her sharp eyes locked on him, filled with silent fury. She gestured with one perfectly manicured finger — come here. Now.
Shan's pulse flickered. He gave Mei an apologetic grin. "Ahaha… maybe another time, Yoo Jun."
"O… okay," she said softly, disappointment flickering in her eyes.
Feeling a pang of guilt, Shan chuckled and reached out, gently patting her head before tickling her sides playfully. "Ehehe, don't worry. I'll make it up to you somehow, Yoo Jun."
"Ahaha, okay! No backsies, got it?"
"Got it."
Inside Ingrid Mikage's office, the atmosphere changed completely.
The scent of jasmine and leather filled the air. Ingrid sat elegantly on the edge of her desk, one leg crossed over the other, the black cutout dress she'd worn that morning hugging her curves like sin itself.
Her gaze locked onto him — half amused, half commanding.
"You weren't thinking of leaving, were you?" Her voice was low, dangerous, yet undeniably seductive. "I told you… you were going to make up for what you did today."
Shan swallowed, his heartbeat quickening as he tried to avert his eyes, though they betrayed him.
"Ahaha… how could I?" he replied, cheeks warming as he glanced up at her.
His thoughts spiraled — Damn… this woman is ripe as fine fucking wine.
Ingrid smirked faintly, sensing his hesitation, and leaned forward ever so slightly — the room heavy with tension and unspoken hunger.
She turned back and said, "Hmm..., I just can't trust you. I had to take care of so many fcuking things while you just fuck around."
"F...fuck around?"
"What ever, hold on. I want to show you something."
She looked through the the drawers. Her big plump ass was present infront of Shan Wolf.
Hmm..., its seems to me like she is paying more attention to me. But why?
Shan thought.
She didn't care what I do until now..... unless is is it because I spend more time on other girls? Is she jealous?
Shan looked at her perfectly round meaty ass the sunset cascade down her curves as the slliouthes shows her between the legs wet.
Huh? The fact that she is shaking her fat ass is because.....she wants it?!!!
Shan Wolf chuckled and walked forward. "You can stop acting now."
"What....hey! What the fuck are you doing, bastard!"
Shan Wolf lifted Germany black dress and notice she was wearing black thong today. "Hooo....? This is interesting."
"Stop it! I mean it, I'm not in the mood!"
"Yeah right, the evidence here don't lie."
He fiddle her insides and plung his finger deep in her. Fingerings her below.
"Ow you....you, fuck....STOP IT!!!"
SLAP!
She slapped Shan Wolf across the face. He was stunned as he looks up at her panting face and a hint of tears rolling down her.
"I hate myself." She admit. She knelt down pull Shan's tie and said. "For wanting you whenever you do this and...."
She leaned closer to his lips and breath sweet as chocolate and whispered. "I hate you for making me this way, bastard."
Shan didn't respond just emotionless, he then carried her up in his arms and said. "Yeah, I'm your fucking bastard. I'm sorry."
He took Ingrid to the couch in her office and took off his shirt and tie. Ingrid gazes at the muscular and athletic build of his build.
"Fuck..., what a man you are."
"Shssh....," Shan whispered and cup her cheek. "This time, let me make you love your self, Ingrid."
"Bastard.' She whispered, lips inches to his.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm your bastard."
They kissed, toungue in each others mouth as they make out in the room alone just the two.
He put her between his laps, tug down her dress and fondle her big M size Cup breasts and finger her deep.
They're toungues swirling together each of their mouth. Shan took of her glasses. "Sorry, they're in the way."
"Fuck that." Ingird whispered as they continued on. "It's been a awhile since we last fucked. We're you always this sensitive here?"
Shan fingered her deeper in her pussy and fiddle her nipples. "Ah, why are you asking that." She moans, giving Shan more access to her neck.
"Right, it's obvious you love it."
Ingrid squirms under Shan's touch as he sends her wetting nonstop in her office. "Ah! I can't help it if you keep touching me like that!"
They took out their clothes entirely and Ingrid leaned down to his hard black endownment.
He's giving out such a strong, manly scent after working all day.
She thought to herself and she open her mouth wide and took him in her. She begins bobbing her head up and down with sloppy remarks.
Her lipstick smeared on Shan's big black endownment, making it redder and redder by the second.
His scent, mixed with my perfume. I put on for him makes my head fucking spin. As my mind goes blank, all I could think of my instinct was satisfying this man.
As she gives head to him, Shan reached the side and finger her ass. Sliding in and out. "Wait," She paused, stopping him.
"You can't just be rough on a woman's body. Be gentle."
"And here you said I lost my edge. Turns out, I haven't lost it, nor will I lose it, Ingrid."
She chuckled and then place a index finger on his chest teasingly and said. "I know, which is why a man needs to know how to wait...."
Ingrid lay back down and spread her legs, "until his woman is ready. So tell me, Shan Wolf. Why don't you try, and make me want you."
They both look at each other. Shan was emotionless, while Ingrid was grinning in tease.
"What? Or is it because its to difficult to understand for a selfish bastard of a man like you."
Shan chuckled at Ingrid's remarks and leaned down, lifting her legs up. "You really love to provoke me, don't ya?"
"Who wouldn't and—Aahhh!!!"
Shan licked her ankles by surprise. "Bastard! That's not what I meant!"
"I know," Shan tease and replied. "But you don't know, that I get excited when you try to so things like this."
She squirmed as Shan kept tease her ankles with lick. "Though I gotta admit. You have such lovely ankles."
"Asshole, what's so pretty about them?!"
He licked her ankles, then up to her knees, thighs, pussy, and finally a deep hard kissed on her belly that has sent shocked waves up to her spine.
"OOOHHH!!!!" Ingrid cum from Shan's teasing on her skin. She panted as Shan did not stop.
"You already feeling it, huh?"
"That...it was just ticklish, that's why."
"Sure..., whatever you say."
"OOHHH!!!" She moaned as Shan went again. Ingrid arches her back and headed on the couch as Shan Wolf eat her pussy good.
She reached down and grabbed his hair with pulling as she moans like a bitch in heat.
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Chapter 59 — End.