Torment Beneath the Desk
From under the desk, "Sis, how've you been?" Seoyeong asked. Dressed in black sports leggings and a sports bra with a simple jacket thrown over, she had a figure so perfectly sculpted that even from afar, she looked like a model.
"I told you not to dress like that." Hayoung eyed Seoyeong's outfit and pressed down hard on his nipple with her big toe. !!!
'I can't make a sound...' Minseo's body went rigid as a strange stimulation rippled through his nipple, making him tremble violently.
"I just came from working out, and this is more comfy~ I do wear a suit for official meetings, though—" Seoyeong approached the desk where Hayoung sat, her tone laced with aegyo.
"You only dress up when I make you. Last time, you didn't even bother." Hayoung savored Minseo's muffled reactions and now stroked his neck with both feet.
He twitched— Under the desk, Minseo jerked, but Seoyeong seemed oblivious.
"Umm... but it's uncomfortable..."
"I know you won't listen no matter what I say. Do whatever you want." Hayoung shook her head in exasperation—or so it seemed. Her feet still roamed his neck. And then they slid lower. Her toes paused at his nipples before starting to torment them in earnest.
"Hngh..." A faint groan leaked from under the desk, but—
"Hee. Thanks, sis." Luckily, it overlapped with Seoyeong's words and went unheard.
Realizing Seoyeong was standing right above him, Minseo trembled, exerting every ounce of effort to stifle his moans. His body was already heating up, precum drooling steadily, but he had to endure. Lee Seoyeong was itching to tear him apart.
"Oh, right! That's not it!" Seoyeong remembered something she'd forgotten. "Where's that bastard Kang Minseo?"
Hayoung smiled lightly and pinched his nipples between her toes. Minseo jolted below.
'Hngh... ah... I'm going fucking insane.' Minseo had no idea his nipples were this sensitive until today. Or maybe it was the Aneros buried in his ass. Either way, he was losing his mind. He couldn't writhe or moan. All he could do was grit his teeth and hold on. His cock was already leaking precum in ecstasy. His body felt floaty, his head pounding—if he slipped even a little, a moan would escape.
'The Minseo you're desperately looking for is right here under me, struggling to hold back his precum.' The words rose in Hayoung's throat but sank back down. This situation was just too amusing.
"Huh? Sis! Are you even listening?" Seoyeong leaned in close, frustrated by Hayoung's half-attentive vibe.
"Of course I am~" 'Hnnngh—' Hayoung now pressed down on his nipple with her heel.
Bzzz— bzzz— The Aneros, relentlessly buzzing in his ass without pause, was working too well.
'Fuck— really, ah...' Minseo clenched his toes, shaking as the insane pleasure pounded through his skull like thunderclaps, leaving him helpless.
"Then tell me where Kang Minseo is."
"No idea? He's super busy today—ask the maids outside." Hayoung feigned ignorance while her feet mercilessly roamed his waist.
"Ugh, fine. If I catch sight of Kang Minseo, I'll beat him to a pulp." Lee Seoyeong strode toward the office door.
Twitch— twitch— 'Is my waist an erogenous zone?' Hayoung delighted in his reactions, exploring his waist even more with her feet.
"Hngh...!" A moan slipped faintly from Minseo.
Seoyeong paused mid-reach for the door and turned back.
'What now... Minseo... I think we're busted.' Hayoung shot Seoyeong an innocent "what's up?" look, inwardly pitying the moaning Minseo.
"Did you... call me?" Lee Seoyeong was even denser than expected.
"No~ Seoyeongie, go find him and bring him back for sure."
Hayoung barely suppressed her laugh, waving her off.
"Got it!" Slam— The door shut, leaving only Hayoung and Minseo in the office.
"You like it here that much?" Hayoung kept stroking his waist.
"Hahk— hahk— I'm going crazy... please..." Minseo unleashed the moans he'd bottled up, his legs quaking.
"I asked if you like it here?" Hayoung rubbed his waist harder, as if annoyed by his evasion.
"Hnnngh—!" His waist shuddered violently. Every touch sent electric jolts of dizzying ecstasy through him.
"Y-yes— so... hng... please punish me..."
"Heh... no thanks." Hayoung eyed his pleading form and slid her feet lower.
"Haa!" Her cool, thrilling foot grazed his balls, drawing a sharp moan.
She peered under the desk. "What a sight. You're tied up so fucking lewdly."
Minseo's wrists were bound above him, thighs trembling, his veiny erection pitifully drooling precum. The black Aneros plunged in his ass relentlessly targeted his perineum and prostate. The dark toy contrasted starkly with his pale skin, making it all the more erotic.
"Ha... fuck... Minseo... can I film this? You look so goddamn hot."
"Hnn-hnn... n-no..."
"Knew you'd say that. But you defied me, so time for punishment?" Hayoung grabbed a black switch from the drawer.
'Haaa... please...' Minseo knew instantly it controlled the Aneros.
"This has tons of modes? Like short, frequent vibes." Hayoung grinned childishly and switched modes.
Bzz— bzz— bzz— bzz— The Aneros vibrated in quick bursts.
"Haaa!" The intensity was the same, but the rapid, frequent rubs on his perineum and prostate made Minseo writhe desperately.
Thud— thud— His head banged against the back of the desk as if begging her to stop.
"Grr-hnnn-stop!"
"Too intense, huh." Hayoung turned it off at the sight of his head-banging, then switched back.
Vrrr— vrrr— It resumed its steady hum.
"Haahk! Haahk!" Still, Minseo looked tormented. His cock ached unbearably.
'Fuck... I wanna cum...' Trembling helplessly, hating his plight of just watching precum leak, unable to do a thing.
"Hehe... our Minseo wants to cum, doesn't he? But not yet." Hayoung smiled lightly, caressing his balls with her foot.
"Haaa— please—" His cock twitched desperately, spurting more precum at the soft touch.
Hayoung's gaze roamed him before fixating on his ass. It clenched and unclenched, trying to expel the deeply embedded Aneros.
"Minseo~ Wanna take out the Aneros? Like this?" Hayoung smirked wickedly, bending her leg under the desk, gripping it, and pulling halfway out.
Squelch— "Hnnngh!!" His hole contracted, gripping it tight.
"Didn't you want it out? Fine, back in it goes." She thrust it deep again.
Squelch— "Haaaa!" Minseo screamed, thighs quivering uncontrollably.
"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Hayoung laughed at his pitiful apologies. "Hehe. You didn't do anything wrong. You're just getting tormented."
She pulled it halfway out again. Squelch— His ass fluttered lewdly as it emerged.
"Grr-hnnn!"
"It keeps saying stop. Try enduring a bit." Hayoung began slow pistoning in his ass.
Squelch— squelch— Each withdrawal and thrust elicited lewd moans, precum splattering as his thighs spasmed.
"Haaa!"
"Hnnnngh!"
His lips quivered with pitiful moans, satisfying her completely. She drove it deeper each time, making him suffer more. Minseo felt it spear his prostate with every plunge, his brain reeling from pleasure. His whole body tingled. His cock was so sensitive a mere touch would leak precum. His ass clenched around the invading Aneros.
"M-Master... hng... let me... cum... please..." Minseo begged as it pistoned inside.
"Not yet, I said? Try cumming from your ass."
Hayoung teased, twisting it around inside.
"Ahk!"
"That good?" Her hand kept swirling it relentlessly. Minseo just twitched— twitched— helpless against the tidal waves of pleasure.
After a few more twists, she slammed it deep again.
"Hnnngh—"
"Whew... played too much. Gotta get back to work?" Hayoung checked her watch, then sat back, ignoring his quaking form, and resumed her paperwork.
"Hng! Hng!"
"Minseo. If you keep trembling and moaning like that, I can't focus... Wanna go to Seoyeong like this?"
Hayoung frowned at her papers.
"Hnnngh! N-nooo!"
Minseo bit his lip hard—drawing blood—to reject the idea. He couldn't stop the shaking, but he desperately calmed his mind.
'...I... I can do this... f-fuck...'