This Can't Be Happening
Ryu Su-yeon couldn't believe her eyes.
She had no idea until she looked at the smartphone screen that Kang Woojin—her annoying coworker—held out to her.
It's not even a photo for an important report anyway. Just snap some decent shots, and that's it.
Why bother coming all the way here to get my approval? I don't get it.
He could've just bundled them up and sent them via messenger; they'd pick the good ones themselves.
Typical guy who sucks at work—obsessing over pointless details.
Still, since he insisted she look, she had no choice but to glance over them…
'Uh…'
She was casually swiping through when her finger suddenly froze.
The shots had been full of products until just a moment ago, but now they'd switched to a photo of some woman.
And not just any woman—this one had her eyes covered.
Clear as day, standing inside a motel room door, for anyone to see.
"……."
"You asked for shots from various angles, so I took them like that. Any good ones? If not enough, I can…"
The Woojin in front of her prattled on innocently, clueless as ever.
His words weren't registering.
What? Why? What the hell happened?
Is this even possible? No, it can't be.
And that was because the woman in this photo…
……was her.
She swiped again.
This one: clothes off.
Swiped.
This one: naked, on her knees.
Swiped.
This one: a video of her crawling on all fours like a dog at a man's feet.
'Eek…!'
Her hand gripping the phone started to tremble.
No matter how she looked, the blindfolded woman was unmistakably herself.
The perverted things she'd done yesterday flashed through her mind like a montage.
'What the fuck…!?'
Why did Woojin have photos and videos of everything she'd done yesterday, captured exactly as it happened…?
Part of her wanted to hurl the phone away right then, but she spotted the cloud icon over the images.
The auto-backup to the cloud system…
Smashing this phone wouldn't solve a damn thing.
Calm down. Ryu Su-yeon. Calm the fuck down…!
Her mind raced despite the chaos, possibilities piling up fast.
Had the photos leaked in the meantime? Did Momster Man spread them? Or was Woojin there beside her? No way…!
Every wild theory swirled, but no clear answer emerged.
She couldn't check for leaks right here and now anyway.
She didn't fully grasp what had happened or the situation.
But one thing was crystal clear.
Whether Woojin took these himself, got them from someone, or whatever.
The fact that he was showing them to her, pretending it was an accident…
Meant he already knew the star of these pics was her.
Not a mistake. Intentional.
Obviously.
But why? What was his angle?
No… obvious.
What else would a guy show a woman pics like these for?
A guy like Woojin? His goal was plain as day.
Blackmail: Do as I say, or else.
……No fucking way.
Let some loser like Kang Woojin have power over her? Hell no.
"Su-yeon? Su-yeon?"
"……Yes?"
"What'd you think?"
"Of wh-what…?"
"The photos. Like you said."
His voice urged her to submit quick.
But Ryu Su-yeon wasn't about to fold to Kang Woojin's blackmail.
Her mind worked faster than anyone's. She switched expressions in an instant.
"Yeah. I saw them. These'll do. Good work, Woojin."
"…Pardon?"
"But I need files for the report, so send them via messenger later. Seeing them here doesn't change shit, right?"
"……."
There it is.
Woojin's face screamed this can't be happening.
He'd probably planned to slip the photos in naturally and blackmail her. But play dumb, and poof—threat neutralized. How's he gonna blackmail someone who "doesn't know"?
And asking him to send via messenger? All part of the plan.
Everyone knew the company group chat was monitored by superiors. No way he'd blatantly send nudes there for blackmail.
If he sent them to force her to look? She'd forward as evidence and flip the script.
"Cool? Here."
Ryu Su-yeon chucked the filthy phone back into Kang Woojin's hand and walked off.
Done. That's that.
What more could a punk like him do here?
Kang Woojin lingered at the spot Ryu Su-yeon had left for a good while.
Too far gone to notice, she missed his smirk.
Hmm. Figured she'd play it like that.
Ryu Su-yeon was as prideful as the section chief…
No, compared to the section chief's sneaky cowardice, her loudmouth style made her even tougher.
After watching her submit like a dog yesterday, I'd gotten my hopes up a bit.
But sure enough, confronted with her own pervert pics, she dodges with fake ignorance.
Fuck, should I just grab her by the hair and yell, "You know damn well—strip!"?
Nah. Ryu Su-yeon might record that and twist it for her defense. She'd totally do it.
To corner her naturally, with no escape…
Time for this play.
I fired off a message, and not five minutes later, the section chief showed up.
"…Woojin?"
"Ah, Section Chief. You came."
"Wh-what is it?"
Ryu Su-yeon didn't head back to the office. She checked her phone right away.
Those photos Kang Woojin showed her…
Highest chance: they'd leaked.
Momster Man posted them somewhere, Woojin stumbled on it, realized it was her.
That's why she was always careful with photos off-cam… but yesterday, desperation made her sloppy.
Actually, the idea of being caught turned her on more…
No, no. Not now…!
This wasn't the time for that.
How'd Woojin get those pics? Probably Momster Man's SNS? Or some secret group chat.
Saw a girl who looked like her, got suspicious, showed them to test her reaction. Confirm if real…!
It all fit perfectly.
"Kang Woojin…."
She gnawed her thumbnail, scouring Momster Man's SNS.
Swiping meticulously.
'None…?'
But against expectations.
Nothing on the SNS page.
No updates for two days straight.
Meaning yesterday's pics weren't uploaded here.
'Some private group chat behind the scenes?'
Plausible. Her own "slave boys" had secret chats ranking owners like a world cup.
But no group links or anything.
Only an OnlyFans link—still under prep, zero uploads.
'This can't be…?'
Ryu Su-yeon's thumb bit harder; her hand began to shake.
Something was off.
'No way….'
Not a leak she picked up.
Not a group chat.
Another possibility crept in.
'No. Can't be.'
Anything but that.
Ryu Su-yeon mulled every scenario.
Except one, deliberately shoved aside.
'That Kang Woojin is Momster Man.'
No way. Impossible.
That pathetic loser, worshipped online for his massive cock…?
The man who satisfied her… her master?
Couldn't believe it if she tried.
Two years together, never once felt "manly" from him.
If he had a beast like that, there'd be hints now and then—"not bad"—but nada.
But if, really.
If Kang Woojin was Momster Man…?
Owner of that huge dick…?
'Eek….'
Ryu Su-yeon shuddered slightly.
Thinking of yesterday… her body heated up naturally.
On her knees for a faceless man, begging.
Declaring herself a slave, imitating a dog, dancing weirdly.
Then flat on her stomach… impaled.
That massive cock, known by feel alone.
Called him master, swore obedience.
Like her slave boys, but reversed—she the slave girl submitting.
Thump.
Thump-thump.
First time. A man giving her that thrill.
But heart racing for a stranger? Terrifying.
Even consulted Section Chief Seo—no help.
But if he really was…
If her Momster Man master was Kang Woojin…?
'Why, why…?'
He's a pitiful loser. Kang Woojin.
Annoying, irritating sight. So why…?
"Hngh…."
The instant she pictured him as Momster Man.
His face in mind, her womb throbbed hard.
No way… right?
Has to be wrong. No.
Kang Woojin, of all people?
Ding!
Then it hit.
Alarm on her phone while scrolling SNS.
DM from Momster Man master.
She hesitated at the message.
Then stepped forward.
'Why? Why can't I refuse the order, Ryu Su-yeon… why!'