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Prologue

“Hup.”

While scrolling through a web novel on his tablet, Seol Tae-geon let out a small groan without realizing it. The story had just reached its climax.

[Secretary Kim sat on the edge of the desk facing the man in the chair. The open slit of her beige H-line skirt revealed a glimpse of her pale thigh.]

“Working late has made me hungry. What about you, Secretary Kim?”

In response, Secretary Kim’s red enamel heels slid slowly up the man’s calf, tracing a sticky path that crept toward his inner thigh.

“So this is what you meant by hunger, President?”

Standing at the foot of his bed, Seol Tae-geon’s knees suddenly gave out, and he collapsed weakly.

“Haah!”

The contents of the novel vividly replayed in his mind’s eye.

[Tap— tap— Secretary Kim’s fingertips undid the buttons of her blouse one by one.]

“We can share nicely, can’t we?”

The city lights streaming through the window cast sharp shadows along the valley of her ample chest.

“How is it, President?”

Gulp.

Seol Tae-geon swallowed reflexively.
Heat surged up both his cheeks.
A dull, heavy pressure filled his lower abdomen, clouding his head.

“Stop!”

Unable to bear it, he threw the tablet onto the bed.
His large hand swept over his burning face.

The shame reminded him of those uncontrollable urges from his adolescence.

“You’re telling me my secretary wrote this?”

He couldn’t believe it.

A month earlier, he’d needed to find a document in a hurry. While searching through Han Bom’s desk, he found the file—but in the process, accidentally knocked over a takeout coffee cup.
The coffee spilled across her tablet.

He quickly grabbed tissues to clean it up and checked if the device still worked. That’s when he saw it.

<The President’s Secret Appetite>

Just the title alone sent a jolt straight through his frontal lobe. And then—

[‘Secretary Kim, you know what? You look absolutely delicious.’]

Before he could process the blinking cursor at the end of the line, Han Bom and several employees came rushing back into the office.

The moment their eyes met, she went pale and scrambled to snatch the tablet into her arms.

From that day on, everything changed for Seol Tae-geon.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every hour.

She was definitely writing something that day.

The explicit lines only fueled his curiosity further. Eventually, he tracked down the full web novel — <The President’s Secret Appetite> — and found damning evidence.

The author of the work  (“Secret Spring”).

It became almost certain. His secretary, Han Bom, had been writing multiple adult web novels under that alias.

Though she constantly argued with him at work, she was otherwise the model of propriety — soft-spoken, gentle, with a calm smile.

“So this is who my secretary really is?”

A sly grin tugged at Seol Tae-geon’s lips.

He’d known she wasn’t ordinary, but this… this was something else entirely.

“Han Bom’s been writing 19+ secretary romances? Seriously?”

It didn’t make sense.

“How does someone with such an innocent face write something this filthy?”

The deeper he read, the more shocking it became — the language, the scenes, the unfiltered detail.

For a brief moment, he forgot his hesitation and glanced down. The glow of the tablet resting on the bed seemed to tempt him.

“Stop reading.”

But his fingers were already moving, creeping toward the tablet until they gripped the corner.

“A little investigation never hurts.”

He told himself it was for research. To find her weak spot.

He dragged the tablet closer and unlocked the screen — and in no time, he was fully absorbed again.
Then his gaze snagged on one particular line.

[‘You’re the one who provoked me first, Secretary Kim. You’d better be ready for the consequences.’]

Something about it felt… familiar.
He traced the memory back.

“This line…”

He had once scolded a subordinate harshly, and Han Bom had protested that the punishment was too severe. He’d warned her then:

“Secretary Han, you keep challenging me. Be prepared for the consequences.”

And that wasn’t the only instance.
Another line from the novel mirrored his own words:

[‘I’ll keep you up all night, until you forget that useless ex of yours.’]

He’d once joked to her:

“If you’re bored enough to think about that guy, I’ll keep you working overtime all night.”

Now, even the final line hit him like a punch.

[‘Secretary Kim, you whet my appetite.’]

Seol Tae-geon straightened abruptly.

That was his line, too.

Whenever he ate lunch alone with Han Bom during business trips or between meetings, he’d find himself oddly impressed.

She ate heartily — with big bites, chewing thoroughly — unlike the others who picked delicately at their food. Watching her made even his indifferent appetite stir.

“Secretary Han, you have a way of stimulating a man’s appetite.”

And now, every word he’d once spoken appeared twisted, repurposed into an erotic fantasy.

That too, in explicit 19+ scenes!

Seol Tae-geon clapped a hand over his mouth.

“No way… Han Bom imagined me like this?”

If that were really true—

His eyes wavered, trembling with disbelief and something dangerously close to excitement.