[ At this point, money is meaningless to Daseul. He's grown up with it all his life. Having more of it means nothing, and having less of it also means nothing. If the company profits tank because of something Daseul did, it doesn't matter. A different venture, and it'll be right back to where it started again. Trading a dip in profit with some wild sex seems more than worth it.
He helpfully moves his arms to easily slide his shirt from his shoulders, pulling his wrists through the cuffs and meeting Seungjun's gaze with something much, much hungrier. They don't have forever- at some point his real secretary will return, and it's best Seungjun is long gone by that point.
Luckily for Daseul though, he never lasts long enough for it to be an issue. ]
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He helpfully moves his arms to easily slide his shirt from his shoulders, pulling his wrists through the cuffs and meeting Seungjun's gaze with something much, much hungrier. They don't have forever- at some point his real secretary will return, and it's best Seungjun is long gone by that point.
Luckily for Daseul though, he never lasts long enough for it to be an issue. ]