Senior, Help Me!
"Senior, help me."
“What the hell. Where'd everybody go?”
She had just finished cleaning the master bedroom.
Staring at the empty house, Yoon Seoha muttered to herself.
She'd heard some clattering noise and rushed out, but all that greeted her was the vacant interior and the wide-open front door.
“Did we get robbed or something?”
She muttered as she closed the front door again.
“Should I go look for them?”
Pacing around the house, Yoon Seoha fell deep into thought.
Should she head outside to search for her seniors, or finish cleaning up first?
“Did the cops haul them off somewhere?”
No, that can't be right.
Chae-yoon unni held a high rank in the police force, and considering the company's ties to those in power, the odds of that were basically zero.
“Neglect of duty... nah, no way.”
She just couldn't picture those maso sluts abandoning a place reeking so intensely of pussy and cock.
“Ah.”
Then, one possibility flashed through her mind.
“What if the raped little sister was hiding here, tried to bolt, and got spotted...”
And then the two of them chased after her.
It added up. There was a chance... She could tell just by looking around the house.
“Should I chase after them too?”
But where to?
Could she even figure out where they'd run? No, impossible. If she'd bolted out the second she heard the noise, maybe—but not now. They'd be long gone, and she'd just end up lost herself.
“No helping it.”
Finish cleaning first, then fuck the customer some more.
“Oh, gotta install the hidden cams too.”
More to do than she'd thought.
After wiping up every trace in the living room and hallway, she approached the customer sprawled unconscious on the master bedroom bed.
She pulled a syringe and vial from the bag she'd brought in the car. Loaded the syringe with the vivid pink drug and jabbed it straight into the woman's forearm.
The drug flowed right into her veins, absorbing through her whole body.
“Handy.”
Yoon Seoha muttered, eyeing the camera attached to the syringe.
The syringe cam made the veins crystal clear on the screen—injecting was a breeze.
“Regeneration, was it?”
Recalling the drug's explanation from the car ride over, Yoon Seoha murmured.
A recovery booster for the body. Not entirely side-effect free—the skin got way more sensitive—but it was the only option that could perfectly mend a wrecked womb and pussy.
Doesn't seem like much of a downside, though.
Anyway.
After injecting, Yoon Seoha straightened the woman's messed-up position and left the bedroom. Sprayed air freshener, cracked the windows for ventilation.
“Camera installs... five mandatory spots, right?”
Living room, bathroom, two in the master bedroom, and the kitchen last. Five in total—essential.
The high-traffic living room, bathroom (hidden cam favorite), and master bedroom (prime for sex and masturbation shots) made sense, but kitchen? Why?
“Eh, doesn't matter if I know.”
Maybe just stick more in the bathroom.
“Stealing recipes? Or kitchen sex fans?”
Hmm. Who knows.
Yoon Seoha installed the micro-cameras in the required spots first. Chae-yoon unni was supposed to handle it, but with her gone, this would have to do—rough positioning only.
She added extras too: three in the bathroom, four more in the living room, two each in the bedroom and bathroom.
Grinning with satisfaction as the cameras filled the house, Yoon Seoha nodded.
“These even count as rewards...”
One of the perks vids for high-tier members, apparently. No idea the demand, but good reviews.
“Wonder when they'll get back...”
She plopped onto the living room sofa, flicked on the TV, and muttered.
“If they take too long, might as well fuck the customer again.”
While Yoon Seoha diligently worked away at the house.
“...Where'd they go?”
Hye-won muttered in the middle of a city street.
It was a blunder.
Headcount should've been first thing, but she'd jumped straight to cleaning—totally on her.
“Hye-won unni, maybe that way?”
“Nah, not this side.”
“Same here.”
Chae-yoon scowled just like Hye-won. She'd even ditched her outer coat somewhere and was scanning the area.
“Ughhh... gonna get chewed out by the deputy...”
“Isn't that a good thing?”
“Huh, yeah?”
Humming at Chae-yoon's words, Hye-won shook her head hard and smacked her cheeks. Reddened from the firm slaps. The perfect sting made her nod, then she turned to Chae-yoon.
“The escapee was a cop, right?”
“Yep.”
Chae-yoon answered, pondered a bit, then met Hye-won's eyes.
“Can I get Eun-seo's file?”
Eun-seo was the escapee's name.
Skimming the handed-over file quickly, Chae-yoon lit up.
“Ah. Knew it.”
Found what she wanted, grinning satisfied.
“Figured the face looked familiar.”
Handing it back, she pulled out her phone.
“Think I can track her down.”
“For real?”
“Yeah, just gotta ask around.”
The dial tone droned on.
“...Eun-seo sunbae?”
“S-Si-woo...”
Si-woo, the cop, stared wide-eyed at his colleague and girlfriend, Eun-seo.
“W-Warm water! Blanket!!”
“Blanket and clothes too! Hurry!”
Shouts echoed around.
All voices worried for Eun-seo—for their sunbae.
The world seemed painted black. In that darkened, blocked-off haze, only his crying girlfriend registered.
He hugged her tight—
Her heart pounded loud in his ear.
“M-Me, I...!”
“It's okay. Don't talk.”
Dark thoughts flooded his mind.
His cop-honed eyes pieced together what she'd endured, her state of mind dragging her here. He hadn't wanted to know, but he did.
“It's okay. You're okay.”
He just kept murmuring it. Maybe to himself, not her.
Warm water, towels, blankets arrived one by one, wrapping her body.
Si-woo gripped her hand. Ice-cold at first. He cradled the tiny thing as warmth slowly returned, fighting to steady his racing heart.
“S-Si-woo...”
“Y-Yeah, sunbae. Noona. It's fine. Everything's f-fine.”
“Si-woo...”
Eun-seo's eyes were wretched.
Like someone stripped of all hope—deep, pitch-black voids. Looking into them blackened a corner of his heart, chilled him to the bone.
“H-How...?”
“It's fine, okay? I'll... I'll protect you...!”
“Uh, uhn...”
Seeing her anxiety, Si-woo's mind raced.
What to do? Who to call for help?
Colleagues watching worried from afar. High-ranking cop parents and cousins. Even Eun-seo's grandma, a mega-corp chairwoman.
Help options bloomed and faded in his head.
Phone?
As he agonized, his pocket phone buzzed. Screen showed a familiar name.
Sunbae? Why's sunbae...?
Si-woo stared blankly at the screen.
Among all the help that'd flashed by, the first to appear—and vanish—was back.
Should I... pick up?
He hesitated.
Right choice? Or devil's whisper?
Didn't know. Sunbae had left the force long ago. Not retired—still listed, did occasional work.
Just... on a different path from us.
Si-woo finally answered.
“...Hello?”
His voice shook.
His terrified girlfriend right there.
[Where are you?]
That familiar voice. Sunbae's habit—business before chit-chat—eased him a bit.
She hadn't changed.
The thought etched into his mind.
“...At the station. Sunbae, more importantly...”
[Need help? Got it.]
“...Thanks.”
[No prob. I owe you.]
Call ended.
Cryptic words, abrupt close. But Si-woo had no bandwidth for that.
He held his terrified girlfriend close, eyes squeezed shut.
Why?
Why the hell?
He heard the devil laughing.