🔞| Bestie with Benefits

🍌1: Steroid-Induced Manhood

The clatter of mechanical keyboards filled the open-floor office of Baek Food Holdings, but Rina's sharp gasp shattered Harin's concentration.

"Harin! Harin, look!" Rina whipped around in her swivel chair, her phone practically pressed against Harin's nose.

Her eyes were practically sparkling.

"Have you heard? The new Marketing Team Leader starts tomorrow. I managed to sneak a peek at his HR profile preview—he's an absolute god. Super tall, shoulders like a highway, and a jawline that could cut glass."

Harin didn't even lift her gaze from her spreadsheet as she pushed Rina's phone away with the tip of her pen, letting out a sigh.

"Rina, please. Men like that are a public hazard," Harin muttered, her fingers dancing over her ten-key pad. "The hotter they are, the lower their emotional IQ. They're arrogant, unreliable, and usually expect you to worship the ground they walk on just for breathing near you."

Rina pouted, pulling her phone back to frantically scroll through her messaging apps.

"You're just saying that because you've gone completely cold-turkey on dating," she teased, though her voice lacked any real bite.

Rina already had a drop-dead gorgeous, six-foot-tall boyfriend who adored her, so love stories came easy to her.

The casual joke hit Harin right in the chest, a familiar ache settling behind her ribs.

Cold-turkey? Harin thought. If only you knew.

She hadn't given up on pleasure; she'd just given up on men.

After years of disappointing blind dates, ghostings, and men who couldn't locate a clitoris with a GPS, Harin had retired from the modern dating pool. Real men were a lot of work for zero payoff.

Her real companions were waiting for her at home. Silky, body-safe, whisper-quiet, and absurdly reliable.

Who needed to navigate a fragile male ego when top-tier devices could guarantee an explosive orgasm in under ten minutes?

A small flush crept up Harin's neck at the thought, but she quickly smoothed her face, cleared her throat, and ignored Rina's nagging for the rest of the afternoon.

When the clock hit six, Harin was the first one out of her ergonomic chair. She packed her canvas tote in record time, offered a polite, generic wave to the evening shift, and practically sprinted to the subway.

The cold evening air made the thought of home feel like a warm hug. By seven-thirty, she had stripped away her tight corporate slacks, pulled her dark hair into a messy bun, and drawn a steaming bath scented with sweet vanilla oil.

Stepping into the hot water, the tension drained straight out of her shoulders. She leaned her head against the rim of the tub, pulled her phone off the bath tray, and tapped open a secure, incognito browser tab.

She didn't even need to type out the full search query—her auto-complete already knew her guilty pleasure: 'Leo.'

The video loaded instantly in crisp HD. Harin's breath hitched before the sound even turned on.

There he was. Broad, sun-kissed shoulders, abs so heavily defined they looked sculpted out of granite.

Harin sank deeper into the tub, the warm water swirling around her waist. Her hand slipped beneath the soapy surface, her thumb trailing down her inner thigh until it found the swollen, sensitive clit between her legs.

God, his tongue...

On screen, the camera zoomed in as Leo parted his lips, burying his face between his partner's thighs. His long, broad tongue worked with precision, swirling, licking, and devouring every inch of that pussy.