Desperate Kiss and Hidden Torment
Executive Lee Seoyeong—shooooaaa— He struggled to turn on the water, emptying the wine from deep inside his anus. “Haaah...” Warm water flowed into every corner of Minseo's body, soaking him.
“What do I do now, seriously...” Escape? Forget that. He had to deal with the problem right in front of him first. “Why did I have to go into that wine cellar...” Minseo berated himself for impulsively entering the wine cellar. He'd already been thoroughly toyed with by Suhyun, but the real issue was Hayoung. When she came back, he... Just imagining it was horrifying. Minseo rubbed his face with both hands and sighed. For now, he needed some time alone. His stamina was drained; even standing made his legs tremble. Minseo filled the tub with warm water and slipped inside. The heat massaged his body, melting away the fatigue. “...Feels good...” He rubbed his reddened eyes and stared at the ceiling. He had to think of a plan. Somehow, he needed to soothe Hayoung's anger. But nothing came to mind. In the end, she'd torment his ass or cock again, right...? “Haa... Isn't there any way...?” Minseo racked his brain for a solution, but instead of ideas, drowsiness washed over him as his body relaxed. “She'll be back tomorrow... Let's just sleep a little and think then...” Exhausted from the grueling day, Minseo fell into a deep sleep right there in the tub.
How much time had passed? Minseo slowly opened his eyes at the feel of a soft hand on his cheek. What... who's this...? Suhyun...? The blurry silhouette... was silver-haired.
“Gasp! M-M... Master!” Minseo's eyes went wide.
“Yeah. Minseo. Did you learn your lesson well?” Hayoung smiled brightly at his flustered reaction.
“H-How are you here already...” Minseo stammered, his pupils shaking in panic.
“I kept thinking about you. You need to learn to obey.” Hayoung's smile turned icy cold as she watched him panic.
“Eek...” Her chilling smile made Minseo shrink back.
“So, did you learn your lesson well?” Hayoung asked, eyeing his reddened eyes.
“...Yes...” Minseo hung his head low. Meeting her gaze blanked his mind.
“How long ago was your last screw-up, and you're dodging again?”
“Eek... I'm sorry...” Overwhelmed with guilt, Minseo couldn't lift his head.
“Minseo.” Hayoung gently stroked his wet hair.
“Yes...” His body trembled faintly with fear.
“How should I punish you?” Minseo flinched hard, trembling without raising his head.
“Hm...?” Hayoung leaned closer to his bowed face. His face lifted cautiously, shaking. Her face was right there—sharp eyes, high nose, rose-red lips. Terrifyingly beautiful. What do I do... No thoughts came. His face paled. Then—a sudden idea struck. Minseo swallowed hard. Fine... Might as well die trying. All or nothing. With her face inches away, he—smack!!!!
Hayoung's eyes widened in shock. Minseo had impulsively kissed her. And then— “Master... I won't do it again... Please forgive me just this once...” Blushing, he mumbled shyly, lips twitching like a child begging forgiveness after mischief.
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Several seconds of silence. Fuck. I'm screwed. Cold sweat poured during that quiet. Like throwing a stone at a starving tiger up close. He'd fucked up bad.
“Minseo.” Hayoung called in a low voice.
“...Yes...” Minseo swallowed, peeking at her cautiously.
Right then— “Mmff!!” Hayoung kissed him fiercely.
What... what's happening...? Minseo's eyes widened in confusion, but he couldn't resist, accepting her sweet tongue into his mouth. Her tongue invaded, ravaging freely. “Slurp—” Lewd sounds echoed in the bathroom. Her tongue coiled around his, saliva mixing as ecstasy flooded his mind. Eek... Feels so weird... Too good, my tongue's melting. He shivered with illicit pleasure. “Smack-smack” Hayoung gripped his nape, sucking his tongue lewdly with her lips. “Eek... haa...” His mouth was drenched in her saliva; her tongue teased the soft underside as sticky drool leaked between their lips. “Hnnng... haaa...” The long kiss ended when she pulled away; Minseo moaned, dazed. His lips glistened with saliva, eyes glazed, face flushed as he stared at her.
“See you tomorrow.” Hayoung left those words and exited the bathroom.
“Ha... what was that...” Heart pounding, Minseo's face burned. The kiss with Hayoung was pure bliss. He wanted more... No, that wasn't the point. His cock was fine. His anus too. So... it worked? Minseo tilted his head. Thinking back, it was insane. How did I even think to kiss her then...? Truth was, Minseo had decent crisis response skills—he just didn't realize it. Not every crisis, but it had gotten him to executive rank in the mafia fast.
“Haa... Anyway, relief.” Minseo sighed in relief, dunking his head underwater.
Back in her room, changing clothes, Hayoung mused. Not bad, huh? Kang Minseo? She'd meant to discipline him, but his kiss was a one-two punch—then his cute blushing apology sealed it. Suhyun had already trained him, so she'd planned light play, but his adorableness made her decide to let it slide this once. Of course, she'd pounced for that kiss. Still annoyed. Shaking me up? I'll torment you plenty tomorrow. She pondered how.
Then—knock knock.
“It's Suhyun. May I come in?”
“Yeah.”
The door creaked open; Suhyun approached.
“How'd it go with Hwayeon?”
“Handled it well. That's why I'm back early.” Hayoung had expected morning return, but talks went smoothly.
“Good. Oh, by the way... Executive Lee Seoyeong wants to see you tomorrow.”
“Seoyeong? Not even a meeting day? Why?”
“Probably... because of Kang Minseo. She's the most furious about it.”
“Hm...” Hayoung recalled the meeting days ago.
“What?! That fucker's a police spy?!” Lee Seoyeong, Baekhwa executive, slammed the table with a booming voice, red short hair flying, big eyes glaring in rage. “That fucking bastard. Sis, where is he? I'll beat his ass.” Seoyeong fumed uncontrollably. “Seoyeong, fix your temper. You're too loud.” Hayoung plugged her ears annoyedly. “...Sorry. Anyway, where is he now?” “Hiding in the mansion, probably. Sigh...” Hayoung sighed, forehead aching. “He... lives here?” Han Chaeryeong sipped coffee, ponytail swaying, eyes wide in her gentle voice. “Yeah... I'm keeping him. Told him to be on time earlier, but no show.” Hayoung closed her eyes angrily. “Sigh... Just give me time. I'll drag him here.” Seoyeong glared, awaiting permission. “Too busy now. Later. Business first.” “Tch...”
Recalling the meeting, Hayoung smiled. “Ah... Minseo's in deep shit now.” Meanwhile, Minseo dragged his weary body to bed. His bold move seemed to have worked—relief. “Sigh......” As long as it wasn't weird stuff, being a slave here was fine. He could handle paperwork or cleaning diligently. But Hayoung and Suhyun never left him alone. They'd strip, tease, toy with him at every chance. He hoped that kiss softened Hayoung's attitude tomorrow, even a little. “Ah... Whatever. Sleep.” Exhausted, Minseo was out in under five minutes.
Fu...ck...
“Hng...”
“Minseo. Your moans are leaking.”
Fuck...!
“Haa... I can't hold it... haa...”
“No such thing. Endure.”
Now, Minseo trembled under her office desk, Aneros inserted, whimpering. Morning was just cleaning, but afternoon brought him here for Hayoung's torment again.
“Eek... hng eek...” Restraints bound his wrists at his sides. Legs spread M-shaped, fully erect cock exposed to her. She peered under. He twitched his ass, biting lips around his rock-hard dick. Fuck. So damn hot. Hayoung thought, eyeing his heaving body.
“Minseo. What if someone comes in? Moaning like this, you'd get caught flat-out.” Hayoung chuckled, lightly stepping on his cock with her heel.
“Hnnng!! B-But... the stimulation... eek!... is too much...” The Aneros mercilessly rubbed his perineum and prostate.
“Heh... You feel it so well. Bet you'll cum from your ass later?”
“Eek.. n-no...” Minseo writhed, desperate to free his hands, pleading pitifully.
“No my ass... Heh... Look, drooling like this.” Hayoung tapped his glans with her heel. It was soaked, precum stretching like cheese, dripping.
“Haa... haa... Please release me now...” He squirmed in agonized pleasure.
“Release what? You're enjoying it.”
“Haa... Please...” Her desire to torment grew seeing his dizzy moans. She slipped off both heels and stockings. Seeing it, Minseo flinched in fear, recalling yesterday. Hayoung stroked both inner thighs with her bare feet.
“Hngt!” The soft, insane stimulation drew a moan; his legs jerked.
“You're loving it. Totally.” Hayoung teased as he twitched with each stroke.
Then— “Knock knock. Sis, it's me.”
Minseo jolted despite the haze. This voice...? No way... no way... please no...
Hayoung smiled like she'd planned it. “Make a sound, and you're done. Hold it in. Come in, Seoyeong.”
!!!! Shit... Minseo froze stiff.
The door creaked open, and she entered—red short hair swaying.