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EP.87 The Secretary’s Secret 

“Ah! Secretary, starting tomorrow… no underwear.” 

(Flinch) 

“Yes, yes, President.” 

After finishing her shower, the president, with her arm linked to her son’s as if they were lovers, casually gave the order as they left the room, as if it were nothing. 

‘Ahhh… I finally…’ 

The president gave the command as if it was nothing, but the meaning behind it was so intense that it sent me into a spiral, my body heating up with excitement. 

“President… no, my Queen…” 

I’m well aware that my sexual preferences and orientation are severely twisted. 

To truly love a woman who’s being trained by her own son and to want to become that woman’s slave is an abnormal and deeply warped fetish, but it’s far too late for me to turn back now. 

Earlier, I secretly masturbated outside the door while listening to the president being trained and fucked by her son, and I even got aroused while cleaning the mess they made in the room. My mind is already completely obsessed with the president. 

I just learned today about the president’s relationship with her son, but I wasn’t particularly shocked or flustered. I myself have abnormal sexual tastes, and I had already sensed long ago that the president was not ordinary. 

“So all that time you were masturbating… it was under your son’s orders…” 

At first, I pretended not to notice the president secretly masturbating at work, but she got bolder and bolder, and now she even moans while masturbating during my reports. I also knew she was taking photos of herself masturbating and sending them to someone. 

“But to think the recipient was her son… The president is even more of a pervert than I am…” 

Even after realizing that the woman I want to serve as my queen is more of a pervert and a masochist than I am, my love and desire to submit to her hasn’t changed at all. In fact, I’m even more aroused, wanting to be trained by her right now, my pussy getting wet just thinking about it. 

“What will she do to me tomorrow… hehehe…” 

Just thinking about what might happen tomorrow excites me so much that my heart pounds at the thought of finally being able to express the perverted desires I’ve hidden for so long. 

“I need to hurry home and get ready…” 

For now, I’ve only been ordered not to wear underwear, but it’s practically guaranteed that I’ll be trained by the president tomorrow. 

Knowing that tomorrow I can become the president’s slave makes me more excited and happier than ever. 

“I’m glad I was honest with the president…” 

I love the president, and after seeing her masturbate in front of me, I couldn’t hold back and started secretly masturbating in her office whenever she was out. I’d spray my pussy juice on the floor, shove the president’s pens inside myself, and do all sorts of filthy things. I was never caught, but when the president started to get suspicious, she installed a hidden camera. When I saw the camera, instead of stopping, I boldly filmed myself being lewd for it. 

I masturbated while declaring to the camera that I was a masochist and wanted to be the president’s sex slave. The president saw the video but didn’t say anything, so I thought I’d been rejected. 

Then today, the president revealed her secret to me. 

“My Queen…” 

Even knowing the president has an unethical relationship with her son and is an even bigger masochist than I am, my love and desire to submit to her hasn’t changed. 

“This is… real love…” 

No matter how dirty or shameful the president’s secrets are, my feelings for her haven’t diminished at all. Others might think I’m abnormal, but I know just how twisted I am. 

“To think I’d end up like this…” 

I used to be a successful woman with “normal” tastes. I first realized I was a lesbian in middle school. When I watched porn, I only focused on the women, never the men. Men’s bodies and genitals made me uncomfortable, but sexy women aroused me. At first, I didn’t realize I was different, but after watching a video of lesbian sex, I accepted I was truly a lesbian. I went to an all-girls high school and university, dating countless women. 

“I regret not being able to give my virginity to my Queen…” 

When I entered university, I gave my virginity to any woman I clicked with. I lived a promiscuous college life, having lesbian sex with more women than I could count. But even after all that love, I always felt a void inside. After graduation, I joined this company and met the president. 

“Hehe… I knew from the first time I saw her…” 

I joined the company just for a job, but the moment I saw the president, I fell in true love. Her confident, beautiful appearance excited me more than any woman I’d ever seen. I wanted to touch, lick, and suck her big breasts and ass from the moment of the interview. 

At first, it was just love, but the president didn’t seem like a lesbian and was even married with kids, so I half gave up, soothing my loneliness with masturbation. Ordinary masturbation wasn’t enough, so I started seeking out harder and harder lesbian porn, and eventually only watched lesbian SM. That’s when I realized my true nature and started wishing to be trained by the president. Now, that dream is coming true. 

“President… my Queen, please make this slut your personal sex toy…” 

As if rehearsing, I stripped naked and stood in front of the full-length mirror, speaking as if to the president. I have a pretty face and a well-proportioned body, and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I naturally compared myself to the president. I’ve always been attractive, getting hit on by both men and women since I was a student. 

Of course, I only accepted advances from women and have never been with a man. Even at this company, a few male employees have asked me out, but I refused them all. 

“Of course, my Queen’s body is more beautiful than mine, haaang…” 

I’m decent, but the president is truly beautiful. If she hadn’t started this company and had gone into entertainment, her looks and figure would have made her a star instantly. That makes me feel even more inferior, and that humiliation only excites me more. 

(Twitch, twitch) 

Even just fantasizing about submitting to the president made my hips twitch and I came lightly, pussy juice running down my thighs. 

“Haa… my Queen…” 

Unable to hold back, I knelt on the spot, spread my legs wide, and started masturbating. I did it filthily, as if to show the president just how much of a slut I am, hoping to be laughed at. 

“Ooh… uhn… hngh…” 

Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish… 

“Ooh, I’m cumming… please watch me, my Queen…” 

Squelch! 

Even though I hadn’t been at it long, my body, trained by sex and masturbation, reached climax quickly, and I squirted pussy juice all over the mirror and floor, trembling. 

“My Queen…” 

In my fantasy, the president looked down on me with a sneer, as if I were a worthless bug, and the humiliation only made me hornier. Instead of calming down, I got even more worked up and ended up masturbating three more times before finally cleaning up. 

“Should I just throw away all my underwear…” 

I don’t know how the president will train me, but if she tells me to throw out all my underwear, I will. For now, I’ve been ordered not to wear any, so I plan to go to work tomorrow without any, and the thought alone is making me excited again. 

“Hehe… I’ll see you tomorrow, President…” 

Tomorrow could be the day my life ends, but I’m actually looking forward to it, calming my excitement as I fall asleep. 

“Haa… haa…” 

The next day, I left the house without underwear, just as the president ordered. For the first time in my life, I wore a business skirt with no bra or panties, and the emptiness below made me so excited that I purposely took the bus to work to feel the thrill. 

‘Haa… it feels like I could be fucked at any moment…’ 

By the time I arrived at work, my pussy was already soaking wet, and I was in heat. There was still time before the president arrived, so I touched up my makeup and outfit one last time and waited for my Queen, who would become my master.