Only the Boss Can Be Beaten and Bound
It had been three days since the signboard on the Agency had gone dark.
Yura sat in the empty consultation room, staring down at her cold coffee.
The rent was two months overdue, and there was only one registered call girl.
Dead last on the neighborhood list of businesses.
The reputation of the place that takes what everyone else rejects.
That was the final signboard left for an agency on the brink of closure.
After three days, the door opened.
Even Yura had not expected this to be the Agency’s first customer.
The moment the man sat down, he asked about the stopping point.
“Let’s settle this first. The line where you stop in the middle. We need to establish that.”
“...We don’t have one.”
“.......”
“There is no stopping line here. We go all the way to wherever the customer desires.”
Yura did not let the words pass unnoticed.
He claimed it was not about wanting to injure her, yet what the man had come to purchase was Hard Training.
A sadist who checked for a safety line first was uncommon.
“If that weren’t possible, you wouldn’t have come here either.”
The man glanced at her briefly.
He asked nothing more.
“How far do you want to go?”
“Tie me. Hit me. Be rough. All the way.”
“.......”
“But I don’t want someone who pretends to enjoy it.”
The man’s fingers tightened once.
“Everywhere else rejected me. They either cried and stopped halfway or faked professional moans while pretending to like it. Both are lies. I…”
He chose his next words with care.
“I need someone who truly struggles yet still refuses to run away until the end.”
“.......”
“I know it’s a strange request. But they all ran at the other places. Because they were scared.”
Yura remained silent for a moment.
The word the man had paid for was hard.
Yet he was the same man who had secured a stopping line first.
Throughout his explanation, he seemed more concerned about the point where his partner might break.
This customer isn’t looking to inflict greater pain.
What he wants is someone who won’t abandon him even while suffering.
Pretending to enjoy it would be a lie to this man, and fleeing out of fear would be rejection.
Remaining at his side until the end despite genuine hardship—that is something new for him.
Even a sadist becomes a monster when left alone.
The analysis fit perfectly.
And the one person who matched that answer rose in her mind at the same time.
The only registered call girl was Han Seo-yoon, who specialized in gentle, older-woman leading.
Her style was soft embrace; she was unsuited for this request.
A masochistic inclination would turn the pain into pleasure and make it fake, while most people genuinely collapsed and begged to stop.
The self-control to endure agony to the end—without faking suffering or truly breaking.
Right now, only one person in the Agency could manage it.
“I’ll take this request.”
“...You personally, boss?”
“We haven’t built a full staff yet. Besides, this isn’t something I can entrust to just anyone.”
The man looked at her once more.
He asked nothing further.
—-
The room.
Yura offered her wrists herself.
“You can be as rough as you like. There is no stopping line here. I will endure it to the end.”
The man gathered her wrists behind her back and bound them with rope.
Tight. The knots bit into her flesh.
Wrists pulled behind her, her chest thrust forward.
When he yanked her blouse down roughly, buttons scattered and her bare breasts were exposed.
Even if she tried to flee, her bound arms could do nothing.
Stay calm in the beginning, Yura repeated inwardly.
But the instant the first hand seized her hair, that resolve faltered.
“Bend over.”
Her head was forced down onto the desk.
Her cheek met the cold surface.
Her skirt was hiked up, baring her naked buttocks.
His palm swept across them once, then struck without hesitation.
Slap.
“Ugh…!”
Slap! Slap…! Smack…!
The flesh swelled crimson.
Moisture gathered at the corners of Yura’s eyes.
She was not enjoying it.
It hurt—truly.
“I’m going to count to ten. Endure while you count.”
“...One… ugh… two… ngh…”
His palm struck the exact same spot with precision.
Smack! Slap…! Smack…!
“Three… hng… four…”
Each impact made Yura’s waist curl involuntarily.
Her body wanted to run; her mind refused.
It hurts.
Still, this is what the customer paid for.
“Five… ngh…”
Past five, her voice cracked and the numbers fractured.
Her buttocks burned red, thighs quivering.
Even so, she never spoke the words to make him stop.
“Six… seven… hng… eight…”
Tears rose, yet the mouth that counted did not cease.
“...Seven… hng… eight…”
“Does it hurt?”
“...Yes.”
“Then why don’t you stop?”
“Because this… is what the customer… wants.”
The man’s hand paused.
He slid it between her legs.
His fingers roughly parted her sex.
Despite the torment, her inner folds had grown wet against her will.
Her body had reacted on its own while she was being spanked.
Each rough thrust of his fingers produced a slick, wet sound.
Squish… squelch… squish…!
The feeling of her body betraying her mind was more humiliating than anything.
“Kh… kuh… ugh…”
Her legs drew up of their own accord.
“Your body is honest.”
“...Don’t… say that…”
“You claim you hate it, yet you’re sucking my fingers deeper.”
“...Uht…”
The man seized her hair and forced her to her knees.
He pressed his swollen length against her lips.
“Open your mouth.”
“Mmph…!”
The head pushed roughly to the back of her throat.
Tears sprang from Yura’s eyes; saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth.
Gripping her hair, he rocked his hips back and forth.
Each time her narrow throat was forced open, nausea surged.
“Khk… ugh… hup…”
Breath cut off, mind growing distant, yet she did not pull away.
I must endure.
What this man wants is someone who does not run.
Saliva dripped in strings down her chin, tears smearing her makeup.
Even in agony, she endured to the end.
“Khk… ugh… ngh…”
“You don’t pull away even here. What a tough woman.”
After using her throat for a long while, he withdrew his saliva-drenched length.
Yura gasped harshly.
Her jaw ached, makeup ruined by tears.
The man bent her over the desk once more and aligned himself at her entrance from behind.
The head drove into her narrow passage in a single thrust.
Thud.
“Huuuugh…!”
Unprepared flesh was forced apart.
Her back arched in pain, bound hands clawing at empty air.
Gripping her hair, he drove deep and fast.
Thud! Thump…! Thud…!
“Ugh… kuh… hng…!”
Flesh spread without warning throbbed harder from the earlier spanking.
The man yanked her hair and slammed his hips without mercy.
Each collision against her swollen buttocks sent dull pain radiating outward.
It hurts. Everything hurts.
Yet I do not run.
She wanted to flee, but there was nowhere to go.
No—there was a way out, but she chose not to take it.
One word would end it, yet she swallowed that word.
Because this was exactly what the man desired.
“People usually start crying and begging me to stop by this point.”
The man’s voice trembled faintly.
“But you don’t.”
“...I won’t… hng… because I will endure… to the end…”
At those words, his hips stilled for the first time.
For the first time, the eyes of the one inflicting pain softened.
In a place where everyone had fled in fear his entire life, one person remained despite her suffering.
He began moving again.
This time it was not release, but a desperate clinging.
Her tormented flesh gripped him tightly.
As climax neared, he deliberately stopped.
Filled to the limit yet motionless, her insides twitched around him.
Trapped in that ambiguous state—neither emptied nor fulfilled.
“...Why… did you stop…”
“Not yet.”
“I want to see how much you can endure.”
“Ngh… please… just… finish it…”
In the place where everyone had run, this woman was begging for more.
The man seized her hair again and drove deeper.
Slap! Thud…! Squelch…!
“Hng… ♡ No… not there… hng ♡!”
Her mind remained in agony until the end, yet her body was dragged against its will toward climax.
Her spanked buttocks throbbed, but her insides clenched greedily.
Moans tangled with tears and unwilling pleasure spilled across the desk.
He released her hair and pressed himself to the hilt.
“Uuuht… ♡!!”
Hot semen erupted inside her.
The body that had trembled in pain collapsed with him in that instant.
For a long time, neither of them moved.
Both the one who had tormented and the one who had endured breathed together for the first time there.
—-
The man stayed still for a long while, face buried against her back.
He untied her wrists and slowly massaged the reddened skin with his own hands.
He stroked the rope marks left on her wrists, as if in apology.
The initial coldness had vanished without a trace.
“...You really didn’t run.”
“I told you I wouldn’t.”
“.......”
“I said from the start that you could be rough.”
“...You really are a tough one.”
“It isn’t toughness. It’s my job. Satisfying the customer.”
“This is the first time I’ve ever said thank you in a place like this.”
The man chose his words carefully once more.
“Everyone looked at me like a monster. They cried from fear or endured for money. In the end both pushed me away.”
“.......”
“But you didn’t push me away until the end. That… was a first.”
“They didn’t push you away because you’re a monster.”
“.......”
“They simply never met someone who could truly handle them.”
The man turned those words over in his mind for a long time.
They were words he had never heard in his life.
For the first time, strength drained from the man’s shoulders.
The one who tormented had also wanted to be held in the end.
Because for the first time, someone had stayed in the place everyone else had fled in fear.
Yura brushed back her disheveled hair and regained her usual calm expression.
“If you need it again, please come back. We don’t turn any customer away here.”
“...I will.”
The door closed.
—-
Alone in the consultation room, Yura opened the empty regular-customer ledger.
She wrote today’s customer’s name at the very top.
The Agency’s first regular.
A customer rejected everywhere else had become a regular here.
The first customer in three days.
A customer who had been turned away by every other place.
He had left satisfied.
Her reddened wrists still tingled.
It had not been pleasure but endurance.
Yet strangely, it did not feel unfamiliar.
Enduring what hurts.
That was something I learned thoroughly long ago.
She closed the thought there.
Here, anything is possible.
As long as you identify it correctly.
She reached for the switch on the unlit signboard.
Click.
After three days, the sign lit up once more.
The final reputation of an agency on the verge of closing.
The place that accepts what others won’t.
That single phrase began to be read differently starting today.
Yura’s lips curved faintly.
The next customer had arrived.