Seo Hyun-joo had spilled the expensive liquor but was too distracted to even notice.
All her attention was fixed on Seong Ye-ji, who was serving as the nyotaimori model.

Well, I couldn’t blame her. I was staring too.

“Kuh... This is perfect. Just what I wanted.”

The women who had carefully set Seong Ye-ji on display bowed lightly and left the room.

Despite lying down, Seong Ye-ji's voluptuous chest stood proudly, with a delicate slice of salmon resting on her nipples.
Further down, her torso was adorned with an assortment of sashimi—tuna, flounder, snapper—all arranged perfectly across her body.
Who knew that the combination of bare skin and raw fish could be so potent?
It’s no wonder this is such a famous practice.

“Hyun-joo, I prepared this nyotaimori especially for you.”
“Ah...”

Seo Hyun-joo’s mental state was already halfway shattered.
She was probably wondering why I’d called a woman like her to witness something like this.

“You wouldn’t normally have a chance to experience this, so let me show you how it’s done.”

Without waiting for her response, I picked up a slice of salmon from Seong Ye-ji’s breast.
I dipped it lightly in wasabi soy sauce and ate it.
As expected, the taste was divine.
As I savored the melting salmon, I squeezed the now-empty breast, before taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking on it.

Sluuurp!

“Ah, uhng…!”

Seong Ye-ji let out a faint sound of reaction.

Sluuuck,
Sllluuurrp—

I wasn’t even this thorough when I first slept with her.
I sucked on it loudly enough to make sure Seo Hyun-joo, who was slowly turning pale, was fully aware of what was happening.

“Phew... After you eat, it's polite to clean the plate. That way, the next round of sashimi can be served.”

A chef came over and wiped Seong Ye-ji’s nipple with a tissue, before placing another slice of sashimi on it.

“And of course, no meal is complete without a drink.”

It was only then that Seo Hyun-joo, realizing she had knocked over her glass earlier, jolted in her seat.
I reached out to stop her and grabbed the bottle.

“Don’t worry about that one—you won’t need it.”

I stroked Seong Ye-ji’s cheek, and she, looking anxious, opened her mouth.

“Ah, aaah…”

I poured the liquor into her mouth.

“This is your glass.”
“…!!”

When her mouth filled up and started to overflow, I leaned in and drank from it, biting into her lips as I sucked up the liquor.
Once I finished, I smoothly transitioned into a kiss, teasing her with my tongue.
After I was satisfied, I pulled back, leaving Seo Hyun-joo on the verge of tears.

“This is how you do it. Now, why don’t you give it a try, Miss Reporter? It’s delicious.”
“Aah…”

Her trembling hand reached for the chopsticks.
They shook so much that even I felt pity watching her.
She reached toward the relatively neutral area around the stomach, but—

“The first bite should be from the breast.”
“….”

I stopped her. There’s no getting off easy.
After a moment of hesitation, she changed course.
She reluctantly picked up the slice of salmon from the breast and took a bite.
In her anxiety, she forgot to dip it in the sauce and ate it plain.

Not that it mattered—the sashimi was of high quality, so even like that, it tasted fine.

“Tasty, right?”
“Yes… d-delicious…”
“Good. All of this was specially chosen with care.”
“….”

I gave her a silent nudge to clean the plate.
She put down her chopsticks and stared at Seong Ye-ji’s now bare breast for a while.
The chef stood nearby, ready to step in, but waiting for Seo Hyun-joo to “clean” the plate by sucking on the nipple.

“Ah... Ahhh…”

Finally, she shut her eyes tight and leaned in, opening her mouth.
The lips that would soon be sucking my cock were now sucking on Seong Ye-ji’s breast.

“Ah, uhng, uhn,”

Seong Ye-ji flinched.
Judging by her expression, she wasn’t enjoying having another woman suck her breast, but that wasn’t my concern.

“See? Such a polite reporter.”

I picked up the bottle again.
Seong Ye-ji, her eyes filled with unease, opened her mouth once more.

Drip, drip.

“Now, drink up, just like before.”
“….”

Seo Hyun-joo, who had just finished sucking the breast, seemed even more conflicted about this than she had earlier.
But in the end, she leaned over and drank from Seong Ye-ji’s mouth.

It was a sight so beautiful that my cock was throbbing painfully with arousal.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying it.”
“Th-thank you...”

After enduring the twin humiliations of sucking a nipple and sharing a kiss full of liquor, Seo Hyun-joo looked more unstable than ever.
She was clearly terrified of what might come next, but nothing had even happened yet.
All we’d done was eat dinner.

“Just keep enjoying the meal. We’ll talk business afterward. It’s important to fill your stomach first.”
“Yes… Sir…”

After that, she dutifully followed the steps I’d shown her.
She’d take a piece of sashimi from Seong Ye-ji’s body, suck the breast clean with her mouth, and then drink from her lips.
Of course, I enjoyed it the same way.
It was a spontaneous idea, but it turned out to be even more exciting and enjoyable than I had anticipated.

‘I’ll definitely have to do this more often.’

As we were finishing the meal,
I watched Seo Hyun-joo, who had gotten used to the routine, slurp some buckwheat noodles, and I motioned to Soo-ah behind me.
It was time for me to become the arrogant, shameless chaebol heir, Go Mu-yeol, again.
She handed me the documents she had prepared in advance.

“Well... Let’s see here... Team Leader Seo Hyun-joo, from Shin Mirae Daily’s Social Division?”
“Hmph! Y-Yes!”
“You’ve got an impressive subordinate under you, haven’t you? That reporter who posted the article… Yoon Ha-young?”
“Ah…!”

She quickly put down her chopsticks and folded her hands on her lap.
Sensing that the meal was over, the women came in and removed Seong Ye-ji and the table.
Now, there was nothing between me and Seo Hyun-joo.
Her excellent and alluring figure was on full display.

“I couldn’t believe it. It’s hard to find such a righteous and determined journalist these days. I couldn’t believe it when I saw my own scandal in print.”
“I—I truly apologize for that, sir. I am deeply sorry.”

She bowed her head low, clearly flustered.

“Haa…”

I sighed and tossed her a printout of the article Yoon Ha-young had written.

“Reporters are like that, I suppose. Always digging, stubbornly investigating, and spreading unnecessary information. I don’t understand why she’s risking her life over a few words. What does it matter if I buy trainees and sleep with them or host a nyotaimori? Why does she have to write about that?”
“I’m truly sorry. I’ll make sure to educate her properly. Please, be merciful—”
“Hold on, I’m not done talking.”
“….”
“A rookie reporter can make mistakes. I get that. She’s just recently passed her probation, right? What I can’t accept is you, Team Leader Seo.”
“!!”
“Why didn’t you stop her? What were you doing while that article was going up? Isn’t it your job to review and approve your team’s articles?”
“Well… that’s…”

She couldn’t come up with a response.
According to Soo-ah, there was a chance Yoon Ha-young had posted the article independently. If that were true, Seo Hyun-joo would be in a terrible position.
After all, what could she have done if the rookie had gone behind her back?

But if she admitted that now, she’d look like the kind of boss who throws her subordinates under the bus.

“Well, it’s already happened. What’s the point of complaining now? What matters is what comes next, right?”
“Yes, yes. I deeply apologize, sir. I swear this will never happen again.”
“Good. Now, go ahead and do what you were going to do earlier.”
“…Excuse me?”

She hesitated for a moment before realizing what I meant.
With a sudden "Ah!" she stood up.

She straightened her clothes, took a deep breath, and bowed at a full 90 degrees to offer her apology.

“I apologize for causing you concern. I am truly sorry. I will take every measure to prevent this from happening again.”

She continued to ramble for a moment, but it wasn’t anything important. Just the same repeated phrases: “I’m sorry. I won’t let it happen again. Please forgive me this one time.”

Tsk, tsk, tsk.
There’s no sincerity here.

“…Is that all?”
“Excuse me?”
“Is a simple bow enough to settle this after what happened? You bow and think it’s over?”
“Well….”
“A hollow apology is no apology at all. You know what sincerity is? It’s having the resolve to accept the consequences. Even if you suffer humiliation, shame, or loss because of it, you should be prepared to endure that. That’s sincerity. I don’t see that in your apology, Hyun-joo.”
“What... What should I do to show it?”

I pretended to think for a moment, shifting my gaze.

“Well, since the theme tonight is Japanese, why don’t we match the mood with something fitting?”
“?”

She still didn’t understand what I was getting at.

“How about a naked dogeza?”
“!!!”

Still bowing at a 90-degree angle, Seo Hyun-joo lifted her head in shock.

“Soo-ah, don’t you think it’s a good idea? Nyotaimori and a naked dogeza—doesn’t that sound like the perfect combination?”
“As always, Master, your eye for these things is impeccable. It’s a perfect match. A naked dogeza is the ultimate way to show one’s remorse and beg for forgiveness. I think it’s the ideal posture to demonstrate ‘sincerity’ and ‘authenticity.’”
“You heard her.”
“Ah… M-Master…!”
“Go ahead. Do a naked dogeza. Oh, do you not know what that is? It’s simple—you just take off all your clothes and bow to me. Not hard, right?”