Just Watch
The next morning, in Park Yuna's officetel. The traces of last night's frenzy had vanished without a hint, leaving the living room spotlessly tidy. But in the center stood a scene that didn't quite fit.
"..."
"......"
The Do siblings, Dayul and Jihun, knelt side by side. It wasn't just kneeling. Dayul and even her younger brother Jihun were dressed in maid outfits adorned with frilly shoulders. Jihun's in particular was ridiculously small, exposing his slender frame in a way that was embarrassingly revealing. The sight was more comical than pitiful.
"Pfft..."
Park Yuna, lounging on the sofa with her legs crossed and sipping coffee, burst into laughter. She wore only a silk robe, her expression languid like a queen freshly awakened from sleep.
"Jina. You actually look good in that outfit? You could pass for a girl. The short bob wig suits you way better than yesterday."
Jihun's shoulders twitched at being called 'Jina'. He was still reeling from last night's shock, terror, and the lingering echo of some inexplicable pleasure.
"Alright, time to prep breakfast. I got worn out playing with Master last night, so keep it simple—toast and coffee. You know how, right?"
Park Yuna issued the order as if it were the most natural thing.
Dayul finally managed to speak. "Um, what should we... wear..."
"Wear? That, obviously. That's your uniform from now on."
Park Yuna giggled, pointing at them with her finger.
"Cute sibling maids, aren't you? Right?"
In the end, the siblings shuffled to the kitchen in their humiliating attire. Dayul familiarly opened the fridge, but Jihun—who'd never cooked a day in his life—stood awkwardly, fidgeting with his short skirt.
"Jina. What're you doing? Just gonna stand there gawking?"
"I-I don't cook..."
"Then learn. Just toast the bread in there. Burn it... and you know what happens."
Park Yuna clapped sharply, the sound cracking like a whip. Jihun jumped, scrambling to the toaster.
And so began the siblings' first morning of service. Park Yuna sprawled on the sofa, fiddling with her smartphone, savoring the sight of them bustling about.
As breakfast wound down, her phone buzzed. Seeing 'Master' on the screen, her expression turned sultry in an instant.
"Got it, on my way!"
After the quick reply, Park Yuna beckoned the siblings clearing the table.
"Up. Master's calling."
Arriving at Seonwoo's penthouse, the siblings looked tense from the entrance. Park Yuna strode in confidently, while they trailed behind like criminals.
Seonwoo sat in the prime spot on the living room sofa, with Sori and Jiyeong cozied up affectionately on either side. The siblings instinctively bowed their heads at the sight.
Seonwoo eyed the kneeling pair with interest before speaking.
"Oh, new hairstyles and matching couple uniforms? Up close, you could pass for twins."
"Hehe, super cute, right? I bought them for a boyfriend event originally, but they found a new owner."
Park Yuna wiggled her hips, pleased by the praise.
"Alright, let's sort this out."
Seonwoo flipped through TV channels with the remote, speaking casually like he was ringing up groceries at a corner store.
"Do Dayul."
"Y-yes... Master..."
"You're this house's maid from today. Serve our lady and madam well. No gym or whatever—focus on housework."
He nodded toward Sori and Jiyeong. Sori's eyes lit up.
"Whoa, for real? So I can boss her around now?"
"Obviously. Your personal maid."
"Yay! This is gonna be fun!"
Sori waved excitedly at Dayul like a kid. Dayul nodded weakly, resigned to her fate.
Seonwoo's gaze shifted to Jihun.
"And you, Do Jina."
"......."
"You're Park Yuna's personal toy from now on. Your collar's hers too. No peeing without her say-so. Got it?"
Jihun despaired, realizing his fate was fully in another's hands.
Park Yuna smiled smugly, bowing to Seonwoo.
"Hear that? You're mine now."
She beamed like she'd unwrapped the latest smartphone.
"Oh right. Sori, you haven't met Yuna? She's my slave. Her speech... eh, don't mind it. Gotta have one weird slave for the fun."
"Nice to meet you, sis!"
Sori greeted her brightly. Yuna, charmed by the pure energy, smiled back.
"This is Yoo Sori, and next to her Chae Jiyeong. My girlfriend and lover."
"What's the difference between girlfriend and lover?"
Yuna tilted her head curiously.
"Haha, just nuance. Don't sweat the small stuff—roll with it."
Yuna nodded, though unsatisfied, obeying her master.
"There's a gift in that room I mentioned? Check it first, then let's start."
Yuna eagerly grabbed Jihun's wrist, heading to her assigned guest room. Inside sat a small icebox prepped by Han Chae-a.
Yuna pulled out a syringe and ampule of drugs.
"Here, Jina. My first gift. This'll make you way prettier. Smoother skin, softer voice... maybe even boobs?"
Her voice dripped like honey, but the words whispered like a devil's temptation.
Jihun backed away in horror at the sight of the needle.
"N-no...! I don't want it! I'm a guy!"
"Aw, still think you're a man? No worries—this'll wipe that delusion clean."
She tackled him onto the bed, pinning him effortlessly.
"Hehe, take it and I'll make you even prettier, okay?"
Her promise weakened his resistance slightly. She googled 'how to inject butt' on her phone, clumsily swabbed his hip with alcohol.
"Hmm... this spot? Eh, whatever!"
She plunged the needle in without hesitation.
"Hng...!"
The cold liquid spread through him, a foreign chill. Jihun's body trembled faintly. The first shot toward turning him into a perfect female had fired.
As he sat dazed on the bed post-injection, Yuna offered another gift: a gleaming silver chain collar.
"Time to be a real puppy, huh?"
She fastened it around his neck, forcing him onto all fours.
"Paws."
"...."
"Paws! Not lifting?"
Smack! She spanked his ass with her palm.
Jihun flinched, reluctantly raising his hands.
"Good girl."
Yuna petted his head, launching full obedience training.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Sori toyed with her new maid Dayul like a fascinating plaything.
"Sis, I want snacks, but reaching is a hassle."
Sori lounged innocently on the sofa.
"Yes, miss. Which ones shall I fetch?"
As Dayul rose, Sori stopped her.
"No, don't fetch. Feed me yourself. Like a baby bird."
"...Pardon?"
"Why? Don't wanna? I'll tell your brother you're disobeying."
Sori grinned sweetly, her threat laced with whimsy. Dayul had no choice—she tore open a bag, mouthed a snack, and fed it to Sori bird-style.
"Mmm, yummy! Your saliva makes it tastier? Hehe."
Sori ate with genuine delight. Seeing her pure joy, Dayul looked puzzled.
Seonwoo sank deep into his study chair, monitoring the house via multiple screens. One showed Yuna training Jihun; another Sori teasing Dayul; in yet another room, Jihyeon taught Sira basic slave poses.
His perfect system. Smiling contentedly, he messaged Yuna.
Yuna set up the camera at once.
That day, Sexnet gained a new video: a pretty boy in a maid outfit and collar submitting at a beautiful queen's feet, trained thoroughly. The provocative clip exploded on upload.
'Queen Yuna's' channel racked up staggering views again, and 'Jina' skyrocketed as Sexnet's new idol.
As night deepened, Seonwoo summoned his harem to the master bedroom: Sori, Jiyeong, Jihyeon, Chae-a, Sira, Yuna, and the sibling maids Dayul and Jina in matching outfits.
The eight women (and woman-like man) knelt before him in rank order. He leered down at them with a lewd grin, ready to toy with them like playthings and kick off an orgy.
But then, Sori—nestled in his lap—gently pushed his hand away.
"What's up, Sori?"
She looked up with a mischievous smile, nodding toward the others.
"Oppa."
She pecked his cheek and boldly declared,
"Tonight... you just watch!"
Her sudden proclamation froze the women who knew her 'games'. The uninitiated just looked confused.
But Seonwoo laughed instead.
*Heh, my little lady's got guts. Craving her queen play?*
He patted her ass, intrigued.
"Oh yeah? Show me. I'll watch how good you are."
Seonwoo leaned back on the sofa with a wine glass, anticipating Sori's new 'game'.