“El-bek.”
It was rare for the Boss to call my name like that. Perhaps because my name was unfamiliar to him, the way he called my name varied depending on his mood.
When he was angry, he tended to drag out ‘bek’ more than ‘El,’ and when he was in a good mood, he dragged out ‘El’ more than ‘bek,’ making my name sound like ‘Eelbek’ instead of ‘Elbek.’ Moreover, he said ‘E’ and ‘bek’ in a slightly lower tone while saying ‘El’ in a slightly higher voice, making the Boss’s voice sound even more charming.
Hearing that voice made my heart pound helplessly. Not just because of the voice, but because of the situations in which he used that voice.
“Y-yes, Boss….”
“Fan harder. Right now. I’m trying to get comfortable.”
“Y-yes…!”
The Boss yawned languidly while wearing sunglasses and lying on a sunbed. His villa was a new-style mansion that stood out conspicuously among the buildings of Saint Sophia Island, most of which were built about 200 years ago. Not only the terrace with warm lights, but also the garden decorated with stylish ivory tiles and exotic plants, and the swimming pool prepared in the middle of it all, was managed every hour and shone with a turquoise light.
The most brilliant thing was the Boss lying on the sunbed beside the pool, yawning languidly.
The Boss, not knowing to be afraid of men, was lying down in a swimsuit with his chest fully exposed. I was beside him, diligently fanning with the extra-large ostrich feather fan he had forced into my hands as he wanted.
I was singing the national anthem my father taught me in my head while looking at his body thoroughly. Long, stretched-out legs. Knees and elbows tinged with pink. Broad shoulders that any woman would want to lean on. A slender waist in contrast. A chest so well-developed it was almost violent. And….
‘Pink….’
I almost drooled. The nipples on the Boss’s voluptuous chest were pink, perfectly matching his white body.
Beyond the sunglasses, I concentrated on whether the Boss was opening his eyes while trying to engrave that sight in my mind. The Boss was moody and had intense emotions, so I knew that after treating me well one moment, he’d grab me by the collar and shake me the next. I knew I had to see as much as I could when I could see. It was just sad that I had to stop and close my eyes intermittently because I felt like I’d get an erection. If the Boss saw me erect, he might burst my dick and kill me like my predecessor. Back then, I thought. Later. If. Really if, if by any chance a day came when I could fully enjoy the Boss’s chest… I would stake everything I had to indulge in that opportunity.
“Huk, huk, Boss, Boss…!”
I mindlessly rubbed my face against the Boss’s chest. The Boss’s chest, felt through the thin shirt, was elastic and soft.
“Huk, huk….”
Moreover, the Boss’s body faintly smelled like honey, or perhaps fruit. Was it really because he was an omega as the rumors said? Or perfume? It was a sweet scent that the Boss would never seem to wear, but who knows. Maybe his perfume taste is more feminine than expected! No, the reason doesn’t matter. Only this reality matters—that the Boss’s chest rubbing against my cheek is soft, elastic, and smells good. Thinking frantically with a clouded mind, I opened my mouth and took his chest into my mouth over the shirt.
“Mmm, huuk, hup,”
As I desperately bit at his chest, the Boss’s shirt became soaked with my saliva. The Boss’s shirt was made of thin silk. After sucking his chest and lifting my face….
“Uhhh…. Bosss…! T-to have such a lewd body…!”
The thin shirt was wet and I could see his nipples standing out prominently. Unable to contain my excitement, I put my hand on his shirt. Is this how good shirts are? His shirt was as stylish as it was small-buttoned, making it difficult to undo with trembling hands. After fumbling with his buttons, I ultimately couldn’t contain my excitement and ripped open the front of his shirt.
“Huk…. Huuk….”
And what appeared before my eyes was what I had dreamed of again and again….
“Boss’s…. bare chesssst….”
As I felt that day when I was fanning by the pool, the Boss really had little body hair. It seemed his body was naturally sparse in hair. His clean arms and legs, clean chest…. Even his armpits had no hair, so I wondered if he waxed back then…. Whether he waxed or not, seeing his body like a white snowy field made my penis erect as if it would burst.
“Huk, huup.”
I gathered the Boss’s chest and buried my face in it again. The sweet honey scent fills my nose and seems to reach my brain…. I kneaded his chest with both hands like squeezing milk, pinched his nipples firmly, took them in my mouth and sucked them making slurping sounds—that alone almost made me come.
“S-sweet, Boss…. No, Ruben…!”
The Boss can’t hear anyway, so who would say anything if I called him by name? Like a child with candy in both hands, I frantically sucked both of the Boss’s breasts. I kneaded the Boss’s chest like kneading rice cake, gathered his chest and licked the cleavage, and bit his nipples leaving marks. Before I knew it, my hand had lowered my zipper and was gripping my penis.
Ah, it’s like heaven and paradise multiplied together.
I enjoyed the Boss’s chest while jerking my penis already drenched with precum.
The quickest urge to ejaculate of any masturbation I’d done came. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I changed positions and hurriedly gathered the Boss’s chest. The moment I wrapped my glans with the forcibly created cleavage—definitely smaller than a woman’s—my hips went slack.
“Huaaaaaah….”
Without a doubt, it was the best ejaculation of my life. Feeling my eyes roll back, I trembled.
My semen overflowing on the Boss’s elastic chest…. Just that thought made a stupid smile form on my lips. Only after enjoying the afterglow for a while did I pull my penis from the Boss’s cleavage.
“Heh, heh…. This is… killer….”
The Boss’s half-closed eyes were hazy, and through his half-open mouth I could see his soft-looking tongue. The chest I had relentlessly molested looked obscene with red handprints and nipples standing stiffly and swollen. And in the gathered cleavage, more semen than usual pooled fully and slowly flowed down his abs.
“Kugh…!”
Seeing my semen flow along the Boss’s pretty body and pool in his navel, my penis hardened again. It took less than 10 seconds to reach for the Boss’s belt and strip off his pants.
“Huk…. Huuk, huk,”
Breathing roughly, I looked down at the Boss in his underwear. I couldn’t believe the fact that the half-naked Boss was lying on my floor—the very floor where I had spilled semen after masturbating while fantasizing about the Boss. The Boss lying on the slightly dark floorboards was white, pretty, sexy, and so, so beautiful….
‘Calm down…. Calm down….’
Feeling an untimely emotion at that sight, I briefly closed my eyes and placed both hands on my chest.
“Even if this is a hallucination before death, I have no regrets.”
Not even knowing to whom I was speaking, I muttered that reverently, took a deep breath, and pulled down the Boss’s underwear in one go.
*
“……Oh… my God….”
At this point I should say, the Boss is by no means a chaste person. I’d have to say it’s questionable whether he even has a sense of chastity. Of course, I’d never seen the Boss’s partner be a man. He rarely lusted after omegas either. Even if the partner was an omega, if they were male, the Boss’s face would wrinkle without fail.
Instead, the Boss really, really liked women. Moreover, he didn’t hide the fact that he liked women tremendously. The Boss repeatedly said he preferred ‘easy women’ over ‘women who play hard to get,’ and while he had fairly long relationships with some women doing something like dating, he seemed to meet at least three different women a week.
Women were endless, and he loved sex so much that among the omega male prostitutes and subordinates who’d never slept with the Boss, stories about what the Boss’s penis might look like would circulate.
It must be small. That’s why his personality is so nasty. It’ll probably be just one joint of a pinky finger. It might be a thread dick that’s barely visible. Or it’s probably really dark. Wouldn’t it have discolored after all that use? He probably has every STD there is. There might be weird bumps on it!
‘…You’re all wrong….’
I shed tears of emotion while mourning them, already dealt with by the Boss. The Boss’s cock…. No, the Boss’s penis—it doesn’t suit being called by the crude word ‘cock.’ It was….
“I can’t not taste something like this…!”
The Boss’s penis, like other parts of his body, had not a single hair. So I could see it even better. A pretty pink with a healthy complexion, the size was quite large, fairly thick, and far from having strange bumps—it didn’t even have curves, smoothly and straightly extended…. The prettiest, truly, really prettiest dick I’d ever seen.
If you showed the Boss’s penis to someone who had never actually seen a peach and said ‘This is a peach,’ nine out of ten would believe it. They’d nod without doubt saying ‘Oh, it’s a bit longer than I heard. Is it a new variety?’
The Boss’s penis was that pretty. How can this be? I was moved with a feeling like I had luscious fruit flesh before me rather than a human penis. My mouth watered just from looking, and I immediately took the Boss’s penis in my mouth and sucked it in. Unfortunately, since I’d never lusted after men other than the Boss, my oral skills would have been terrible. But so what, the Boss can’t state his opinion right now anyway.
