Tae arrived early for her first official day at Jeon Enterprises, though she didn’t exactly look like a typical secretary. Her blouse was sheer and unbuttoned far too low, showing the creamy swell of her tits, her nipples faintly visible beneath the thin fabric. Her skirt was short enough that every step threatened to flash her fat pink pussy lips. She had slipped on heels, glossed her lips, and strutted into the building like she owned it.

Every man in the lobby turned his head. Some even forgot what they were doing as they watched her sway past. Tae loved the attention, the hungry stares, the whispers. It was fuel.

By the time she reached Jungkook’s top-floor office, she had already made the entire staff hard. But the only man who really mattered sat behind that heavy oak desk, head buried in files.

“Good morning, Kookie,” she purred as she stepped in, shutting the door behind her.

His head snapped up, jaw clenching. “It’s Mr. Jeon at work, Tae.”

She smirked, moving across the office with deliberate sway. “Mhm… but I like Kookie. It sounds… sweeter.” She bent forward to place a file on his desk, her tits nearly spilling out, nipples brushing the air.

His eyes flicked down before he cursed under his breath. “You really don’t know how to behave, do you?”

“Oh, I do,” she said innocently, straightening up. “But where’s the fun in behaving?”

The rest of the morning went much the same. Every time she bent to pick up a pen or file, her skirt rode up, showing her bare pussy. Every time she leaned over his desk, her tits dangled almost in his face. Her perfume lingered in the air, intoxicating, teasing.

Finally, by noon, Jungkook’s patience snapped. Tae bent over to place papers into a lower drawer, her fat ass raised high, skirt doing nothing to cover her.

He stood abruptly, crossed the room, and smacked her ass hard.

The sound echoed, and Tae gasped—then moaned like the filthy slut she was. “Ohhh, Kookie…” she shivered, her pussy already dripping. “Do that again.”

His eyes darkened. “Slut.”

She bit her lip, loving the way it sounded on his tongue. “Mhm… I love when you call me that.”

Before he could pull away, she turned, smirked, and dropped to her knees right in front of him. Her hands reached up, unzipping his trousers with a teasing slowness.

“Kookie… let me taste you,” she whispered.

His cock sprang free, thick and hard, bigger than she’d even imagined. Her eyes widened, lips parting in awe. “Fuck… you’re so big.”

“Shut up and open that slutty mouth,” Jungkook growled.

“Yes, sir…” she moaned, wrapping her lips around his tip, sucking greedily. Her tongue swirled around his shaft as she bobbed her head, gagging slightly but taking more and more. Drool spilled down her chin, coating his cock as she moaned like she was in heaven.

“Fuck, Tae,” he groaned, hand gripping her hair, guiding her head. “You’re just a cock-hungry whore, aren’t you?”

“Mhm!” she moaned around his dick, eyes watering, throat tightening as she took him deeper. She pulled back only to gasp, “I’m your slut, Kookie… just your slut…” before shoving him back down her throat again.

The sound of wet sucking filled the office, obscene and filthy. Jungkook’s breathing grew heavier, his muscles tense.

“Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna cum—”

She hummed in delight, sucking harder, eyes looking up at him as his cock throbbed inside her mouth. With a loud grunt, Jungkook exploded, thick hot cum spilling down her throat in heavy spurts. Tae swallowed every drop, moaning happily as if it were the sweetest drink she’d ever had.

When she finally pulled back, cum smeared across her lips, she licked them clean and looked up at him with a smirk.

“See?” she said breathlessly. “Told you I’m the perfect secretary.”

Jungkook stared down at her, chest heaving, cock still twitching.

“Fuck, Tae,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You’re going to ruin me.”

She giggled, still kneeling, wiping her chin. “Mhm… isn’t that what a slut secretary is for, Kookie?”