Her Confession!!!
Seoyeong's eyes widened in shock. "...Unnie..."
"Seoyeong-ah. Was there a secret between us?" Hayoung made a disappointed face.
"Sigh... Fine, Unnie. I'll tell you everything." Seoyeong let out a deep sigh, as if throwing her hands up in surrender.
"It was about six months ago." Seoyeong began recounting what had happened with him.
"You know I never liked anyone before, Unnie."
Hayoung listened intently to Seoyeong's words, thinking to herself, Oh ho~ I already have a pretty good idea.
"We ended up going home together because of some work... Honestly, up until then, he was just someone I could rely on—a colleague? A friend?"
"And then?"
"On the way back in the evening... we had a beer together. Nothing else to do, and I was bored."
"Minseo said it was fine too."
"Yeah."
"But... while we were drinking, Minseo suddenly... started crying."
"Really?" Hayoung chimed in, her foot once again drifting toward his cock.
Bzzz— bzzz— Bound tightly and helplessly, Minseo endured the Aneros rattling away, rubbing against his prostate and perineum. And then hell began anew.
Her small, soft foot enveloped his fully erect cock once more. Hnnngh... Minseo's hips trembled as he suffered.
His cock was so sensitive now that even a brush of fabric would make Cowper's fluid leak endlessly. Haah... haah... If I break here, it's over. Fuck— I have to hold on...
Minseo steeled himself to endure, but it wasn't as easy as he wished. Hayoung's feet softly grazed the shaft and balls. Twitch— His thighs jerked, and precum poured endlessly from his cock. Hnnngh—
I'm going insane... for real... fuck... Saliva dribbled from Minseo's mouth as the pleasure wracking his body threatened to drive him half-mad.
Whether she knew his inner turmoil or not, Seoyeong continued. "That bastard Minseo was crying, so I tried to comfort him without knowing why. But... he cried so fucking lewdly..." Seoyeong recalled the moment as she spoke.
"Pfft—!" Hayoung couldn't hold back her laughter.
"...What's so funny...?" Seoyeong stared at her in disbelief.
"Nothing... sorry... heh heh... go on." Hayoung found Seoyeong's words deeply relatable. Minseo crying was sexy. His pale face, big round eyes welling with tears—it would make anyone want to fuck him.
"...Anyway. I thought he was just struggling with mafia life and comforted him before sending him off... but I couldn't forget that sight."
"Looking back now, that bastard was probably stressed because he was a mafia spy. Ha... I should've noticed back then." Seoyeong continued angrily.
Minseo under the desk twitched at hearing the story.
"So?" Hayoung listened curiously.
"For some reason... I was drawn to him. So I chased after him." Seoyeong said flatly.
"We'd grab beers after work every day and talk, so we got close. Honestly, his personality... his face... I liked it all."
"So you were close friends, and that's why you're so pissed he betrayed you?" Hayoung asked, propping her chin on her hand atop the desk.
"I should've stopped there... but I fell for a spy like an idiot." Seoyeong closed her eyes, scratching her head in self-reproach.
"I confessed. To Minseo."
!!!
Hayoung had suspected something more than usual between Seoyeong and Minseo, but she hadn't expected this.
"So, what happened?" Hayoung composed her surprise and asked.
"Of course he rejected me. How could a spy fall in love? Everyone's the enemy."
Everyone's the enemy... Hayoung felt a twinge of bitterness. They'd all treated him like family, but to Minseo, it was all an act, a calculated move. Why choose the spy's path? There were easier ways.
"He said he wasn't ready. So back then, I told him I'd wait until he was."
"But... turns out that bastard was a police spy...?" Seoyeong clenched her fists, trembling with rage. "Tell me where that motherfucker is. I'll beat the shit out of him myself."
Now all the pieces fit. Why Seoyeong had been so furious about Minseo being a spy. Why Minseo feared her so much. She knew everything now.
Minseo-ya. If you were gonna reject her, do it properly. How could you leave room like that? Hayoung blamed Minseo for giving her hope and decided to punish him. How? Like this.
She rubbed his cock vigorously with both feet, every inch—from balls to veins to glans. Every corner.
"Nngh..." Minseo barely stifled a moan, writhing madly. The sudden intense stimulation was unbearable.
Ignoring him, she pressed down hard, kneading it like dough—squish-squish.
Fuuuuck...! Minseo thrashed wildly, pouring all his effort into staying silent. His leaking cock throbbed like it might burst a vein.
Minseo was at his limit. The peak pleasure surged insanely. His thighs quivered uncontrollably. Ughaaa... no more...
Her feet mercilessly kneaded his cock. His eyes rolled back as climax loomed—
Then Seoyeong's loud voice rang out, and the tormenting feet stopped.
"Unnie! Are you even listening?!"
"Huh...? Sorry..." Hayoung halted her feet and looked at Seoyeong.
"Tell me where Minseo is." Seoyeong stared at Hayoung seriously.
Hayoung hesitated. Was it right to let Minseo and Seoyeong meet now? Seoyeong was too emotional—if things escalated, Minseo's safety wasn't guaranteed. She didn't want that. He was her toy, hard-won.
Still, she couldn't ignore this. It needed closure. But not now.
"Seoyeong-ah."
"Yeah, Unnie."
"What are you gonna do if you see Minseo right now?"
......
Seoyeong couldn't answer the unexpected question. She was angry and wanted to see the traitor's face... but then what? Beat him up?
"Seoyeong-ah." Hayoung called to the pondering Seoyeong again.
"Exactly one week from now, at the executive meeting. I'll let you two have a night together."
!!!
Seoyeong's eyes flew wide in shock. And she wasn't the only one—Minseo, teetering on the edge under the desk, was stunned too.
"How's that?"
Seoyeong fell silent, deep in thought. Then—
"Yeah, sounds good. You promised, Unnie?" Seoyeong glared, as if demanding she keep her word.
"Yeah."
"Then see you next week. I wanted to stay longer, but you look busy, Unnie." Seoyeong glanced at the piled-up documents on the desk.
"Yeah. See you next week."
With that, Seoyeong opened the office door and left gracefully.
"Phew..." Hayoung set down her pen, got up from her chair, and bent her legs.
There was Minseo, drooling pitifully, his hips twitching.
"You got lucky, huh? You almost came your brains out in front of Seoyeong..."
"Hnnngh... please... let me go... pleeease..." Minseo's cock throbbed, leaking precum profusely.
"How many minutes has the Aneros been in your ass, Minseo-ya?" As she spoke, Hayoung gripped the Aneros in his anus tightly and yanked it out roughly halfway.
Squelch— The lube made lewd sounds as his anus clenched and the Aneros slid out—shloop.
"Hnnnngh!" Minseo couldn't hold back, his hips shuddering from the stimulation.
"Minseo-ya. Answer me. How many minutes?"
"Hnnngh... please..." Tears flowed from the dizzying, ecstatic anal stimulation he'd endured.
"If you don't answer, your poor anus keeps getting punished." Hayoung said coldly, then pistoned the Aneros in his anus roughly back and forth.
Squelch-squelch—
"Haaah!" His anal folds contracted and relaxed repeatedly, tormenting him.
Squelch-squelch—
"That's why I said answer!"
"Ha... one hour... thirty...!"
"Wrong. Again." Hayoung checked her wristwatch and moved the Aneros roughly again.
"Haaaah! Thaaat's it!" Minseo's anus winked pitifully as his hips writhed, but it was futile.
Hayoung had no intention of removing it until he got the time right.
"Ha... one hour... thirty-six minutes!"
"Wrong."
Squelch-squelch—
"Haaaah!!"
His time-guessing dragged on for over five minutes. Every wrong answer, she rammed the Aneros into his anus roughly, and each time, Minseo's thighs and hips convulsed wildly amid brain-melting stimulation.
"Hnnk— hnnk— one hour... five... five minutes... hnnngh!!" Minseo, tear-streaked and trembling, forced out the words.
"Hmm... one minute off, but... close enough." With that, Hayoung pulled the Aneros from his anus.
"Hnnngh!" Drip— As it came out, his endless precum flow spurted more lewd fluid from his cock.
"Minseo-ya. Why'd you give Seoyeong hope? How betrayed do you think she feels? Huh?" Hayoung rubbed his wet cheek with her hand.
"Hnnngh... I'm sorryyy..."
Seeing him sob, Hayoung stood and roughly stomped his cock with her right foot.
"Aahk—!" Squish-squish— From balls to shaft to slick glans, he was mercilessly toyed with and crushed.
"Hnn! Hnn! I... I'm gonna cum...!!"
"Cum then, Minseo-ya."
Already at his limit from prostate and perineum torment, he climaxed with unbearable ecstasy.
"Hnnnnaaaah!!!" Clank-clank! The restraints on his wrists clanged loudly as his body thrashed violently.
His veiny cock spewed semen wildly. Spuuurt— spuuuurt— spurt— spurt— spurt— Perhaps from delayed release, it kept pouring for a while.
"Haaahguuuh..." His thighs and hips quivered from the aftershocks of the long-held orgasm. Pitifully, right in front of Hayoung.
His anus winked as he panted heavily. "Hnn... haa... hnn... haa..."
Watching Minseo cry and gasp pathetically after cumming, Hayoung called for a maid.
"Hnnk... I... I'll clean... it up... don't call... hnn!!" Desperate not to show his ugly state, Minseo begged her, but her response was stepping on his cock.
A few seconds later, the maid entered the office quickly.
"Take him and wash him up."
"Yes, understood."
The maid immediately looked under the desk. There was Minseo, panting with semen splattered everywhere. Tears filled his eyes, and his anus still twitched from the abuse.
Without showing surprise, the maid scooped him up princess-style.
"Haa... haa..." Embarrassed, Kang Minseo avoided the maid's eyes.
The maid strode out, opening the office door and descending the stairs. All the maids stared at Kang Minseo brazenly.
Semen splattered on his thighs and abs, red-eyed and panting—more than enough to soak every maid's pussy.
Hnnngh... fuck... I wanna die... Overwhelmed by shame from their stares, Minseo squeezed his eyes shut.