Born to Be a Secretary

Haah, huh, hngh.

With every labored breath, his heart tightened and then eased. His wet tongue never rested, constantly tangled. Amid the sticky saliva and heated breaths, a familiar pheromone wafted—an aroma like crushed citrus peels and crushed grass blades.
Clinging to the firm shoulders, he arched his waist so that his painfully erect member rubbed against the hard abdomen. Heewon exhaled ragged breaths, rubbing his own embodiment wildly over the heated flesh.
Ah… this still isn’t enough.

His empty rear ached and fluttered repeatedly. No matter what he did, the itching sensation wouldn’t go away, making his hips writhe urgently. Each time the damp backside met the crotch, a wet, squelching sound was born. Why on earth was it making such a wet noise?
His head boiled with the feeling that something deep inside wanted to be scratched, the urge to be filled immediately.
‘Can’t you control the drooling properly?’

The sarcastic remark only stoked the fire inside him. Haah, Heewon sighed with desperate longing.
Please, hurry and shove it in.
Executive Director, please.

—
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. Familiar bed, comfortable sleeping place, the sun already risen filling the bright room. Until just now, he’d been rolling around sloppily with someone, but all he could see now was the familiar walls of his own room. Clutching the blanket, he muttered.
“What is this? This damn dream.”

The scene from last night had been so shocking that it burst into his dreams as well. Thanks to that, he had a very strange dream. Since waking, the memory blurred like dissolving in water, but it was certain he’d had sex with an unknown man in the dream.
Turning onto his side, he noticed the area between his legs was unusually slippery. Could it be…? He was no middle school kid; he surely hadn’t wet the bed, right? Feeling uneasy, Heewon slipped his hand into his pants.
The front of his underwear was dry, but from the back to the center, it was soaked. Sticky fluids seeped from the damp fabric. Pulling his hand out, Heewon stared blankly at the wetness wrapped around his middle and index fingers.

He’d never had a wet backside before. Even after manifesting as an Omega, this symptom was new. He understood intellectually that arousal causes wetness, but experiencing it firsthand was a serious shock.
“…I really have become an Omega.”
Heewon slowly tilted his head back and buried it in the soft pillow. A helpless sigh escaped naturally. Beyond mere awareness, calming his troubled mind was no easy task.

—
That day at work, he couldn’t settle his mind all day. His expression was carefully controlled, but his anxious, restless feelings leaked out as pheromones. Naturally, the only person who noticed the change in the office was Kwon Youngjae.
“Executive Director, there is an urgent approval request that needs your immediate review.”
Heewon placed a neatly arranged file on the desk. Without a word, Kwon began reviewing the documents, keeping his eyes down as he asked casually.

“Is something wrong?”
“…Excuse me? Are you talking about me?”
“You’re different than usual.”

Heewon first touched his own face. Was it showing in his expression? It shouldn’t be. But Kwon’s keen eyesight surely caught even subtle changes. Biting the inside of his lip with his front teeth, he steadied his drifting mind.
“No, there’s no problem.”
“Alright then. Review the documents within thirty minutes. Is the evening schedule all set without issues?”

His tone, stiff and formal when speaking respectfully, landed sharply in Heewon’s ears. For some reason, his ear itched. The uncomfortable sensation seemed to spread downward, so Heewon pressed his wrist firmly.
“I made a reservation for 11 p.m. at the place you mentioned. Representative Myung Jinseok’s side also confirmed no changes.”
“Got it. You may leave now.”

With that cutting remark, Heewon bowed politely and turned away. He exhaled quietly as restless pheromones flowed out again.
Kwon silently watched it all. Since Heewon insisted he was fine, he wouldn’t pry further, but today’s Kim secretary definitely made him uneasy.
—

Athena in Samcheong-dong was famously prosperous without even a signboard.
It was where Korea’s power and vested interests were forged. Some came to socialize, others for secret backdoor deals, and some to ask for difficult favors.
Kwon Youngjae’s final appointment was an entertaining reception with Minjukdang floor leader Representative Myung Jinseok. It was rare for Kwon to personally attend such events, making it an important occasion that left Heewon tense.

While Kwon dealt with Representative Myung, Heewon waited in a separate room. A couple of others in similar positions sat inside. Familiar faces—likely secretaries or aides of others.
In a setting like this, even in a bar, acknowledging each other was taboo. The unspoken rule was to ignore one another’s presence.
Heewon sank into a dark purple velvet sofa, absentmindedly fiddling with his fingers. Every time someone entered or exited, external noise briefly spilled in before cutting off. He thought how well soundproofed it was, killing time enduring boredom.

One by one, people left until only Heewon remained. Checking the clock, more than two hours had passed since he started waiting. It was already 1 a.m., prime time for indulgence.
He began to wonder if Executive Director Kwon’s entertainment was going smoothly. As he mindlessly scratched his nails, a knock sounded, and the door opened.
“Secretary Kim, you’re here?”

Madam Yoon entered with a coquettish smile. She sat down heavily beside Heewon, who tried to greet her in a slightly awkward posture.
“I’m really disappointed. You should show your face more often. Once a year isn’t enough. You don’t have another secret place besides our place, do you?”
“No, not at all. You know Executive Director Kwon’s nature.”

“I do, so when he says he’s coming, I get all fluttery inside. I was sweating bullets fulfilling his picky demands today. I hope he appreciates it.”
“No doubt. I’m always grateful to you, Madam.”
Heewon smiled gently.

Madam Yoon, who met dozens of guests daily, always felt drawn to Heewon. His upright, pure nature was a charm that won favor.
When I heard he became an Omega, I was honestly shocked. But seeing him in person, it fits. I wish he had manifested earlier—it’s a highly sought-after type.
Madam Yoon was known for matching Alphas and Omegas, and she couldn’t help but get excited when she saw someone she liked.

Executive Director Kwon was a different story. She had picked him out as a dominant Alpha the moment she saw him but was too frozen to approach him. She had to dislike Omegas a little. Even now, that room of his was crowded only with Beta women.
But maybe she could charm Heewon? At this level, the reward would be hefty. Madam Yoon exhaled the smoke of a freshly lit cigarette, flicking it aside, then crossed her legs.
“Secretary Kim, would you like me to introduce ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) you to an Alpha?”

“…….”
“There’s a perfect match right now. The second son of Sungjin Trading, he likes exactly your type.”
Heewon let out a smile that seemed to release his tension. He briefly leaned back on the sofa’s backrest, then straightened again.

“I’ll pass. Thank you for the offer.”
“No, why not?”
“I’m not the kind of person to date anyone.”

“You know it’s not dating, it’s just…”
“I hope you understand I’m politely declining.”
His refusal was firm but not unpleasant. Madam Yoon accepted it with regret. Both Kwon and Heewon were boring people who knew nothing but work.

She smacked her lips and looked vacantly at the empty table. What a dull life. She thought maybe she should have some fun to pass the time.
“Since you’re here, shall I make your drink a little weaker? No charge.”
“No, thanks. I have to drive.”

“Let’s live a little more relaxed. I say this because you always look tense. No one else will come here, so just relax.”
Madam Yoon stubbed out her cigarette and stood up. Before leaving, she called a waiter to prepare some snacks and drinks. Unable to refuse such kindness, Heewon only thanked her.
The long wait began again. Though Madam Yoon said to relax, how easy was that? As long as Executive Director Kwon existed, Heewon had to remain on constant standby.

Just then, his phone beeped briefly. It was Kwon Youngjae’s call.
[Executive Director Kwon]
[Bring what you prepared to Room 8. Immediately.]
The request was brief. Just reading those words, Heewon faintly heard Kwon’s voice. Checking the message, Heewon grabbed the documents and left.

Upon entering Room 8, a spectacle unfolded. Across a long table, men sat diagonally facing each other with young ladies in between.
The woman sitting next to Kwon Youngjae’s side had her shoulder strap perfectly in place, while the women flanking Representative Myung Jinseok had their tight cocktail dresses pushed open wide.