"No wonder Boss Su doesn't fancy the Song family's son; turns out she's already got someone she likes. Who would have thought that such an assertive boss likes this type," the assistant mused, as the incessant sounds conjured a vivid scene of a steamy palace painting in her mind.
She thought again, this boss is something else; if it's a secret liaison with her boyfriend, then just call it that. Why make up an excuse about being sick? She almost believed it herself. Quietly, she went to the kitchen, the farthest place from the bedroom. She figured it'd be too awkward if they finished and saw her in the living room. She might get fired immediately.
Inside, Su Mang went from being unable to bear it to actually enjoying it. She hadn't expected such high-end massage to be so pleasurable. Her cries turned into hums, which were incredibly alluring. Maybe she should do this every day; it's sheer bliss.
