[With a body, heart, and even skills that are extraordinary—could we have become the perfect sex partners like this?]

The person I had admired for five years became my boss.

Just being able to meet him again made me happy.

But one day, after covering for an awful vice president and getting completely wasted, I woke up in an unfamiliar place.

“I’m screwed!”

That place turned out to be… my longtime crush’s house.

“Are you awake?”

“President, I’m really sorry.”

“Isn’t ‘I’m sorry’ something you say to your parents when you get scolded?”

The good news is, nothing inappropriate happened between us that night.

The bad news is, I can’t stop thinking about the sweet secret I discovered.

‘...So the president stores things on the left side.’

While being mesmerized by the big-and-sweet under his suit, I somehow ended up having my first experience.

“Did you fantasize about me every day? About what I’ve got down here?”

But for some reason, this boss, who always seemed so gentle on the outside…

“Trying to say something filthy again, aren’t you...”

“All I could think about at the party was f*cking you. I wanted to ditch the whole thing and come ram into you like a dog.”

“.........”

“Now that’s what I call filthy. I’ve been holding back so you wouldn’t be scared.”

Something feels off.

Is this overly lustful man who keeps pouncing on me really the same president I used to know...?