From Spy to Slave
"What, you already knew roughly, right? That Kang Minseo is a spy."
Hayoung murmured, gently stroking the hair of Minseo, who couldn't lift his head.
"So? Is it okay for this guy to be here right now?"
A slightly irritated, sharp voice cut in. It was Yujin, lounging with her feet propped on the table and sunglasses still on.
"I told you to take off those sunglasses indoors."
Hayoung sighed, brushing her silver hair back.
"Kang Minseo. You're a spy in our organization, right? But is it really okay to keep you around?"
Yujin ignored Hayoung completely, glaring at Minseo.
All eyes in the room fixed on Kang Minseo.
"Mm... Honestly, I don't trust him either."
Chaeryeong, who had been quietly listening, chimed in agreement with Yujin.
Minseo's body began to tremble faintly.
One wrong word here, and my life could be over, Minseo thought. He clamped his mouth shut tight, staring only at the table, terrified that any slip could send him straight to the afterlife.
Seoyeong said nothing, just kept glaring at him like she wanted to kill him.
"I get that you're all pissed... but you know my personality. I didn't handle this half-assed."
Hayoung continued, planting both hands on the table.
"I cut off all contact with the police ages ago and erased every record. I even reviewed everything that got leaked to them."
"And... none of the leaked stuff had any critical secrets or ledgers."
"...So Minseo just couldn't find any important intel?"
Chaeryeong asked softly, rubbing Minseo's earlobe.
He flinched—
"Hngh..."
The strange stimulation from her touch on his earlobe made Minseo's overheated body betray him; he leaked precum desperately, unable to control it.
Bzzz— bzzz—
Even in this critical moment, Minseo waged a pathetic internal battle. His cock throbbed madly, oozing fluid that soaked his panties.
"No way. Don't the executives know all the classified docs?"
Yujin tilted her head.
"Exactly. And yet all the info that reached the cops was just trivial bullshit."
Hayoung nodded, glancing at Minseo.
"Then..."
Seoyeong paused thoughtfully before speaking up.
"We can only assume he deliberately held back the good stuff."
Hayoung picked up on Seoyeong's train of thought.
"Mm... What were you thinking, Minseo?"
Chaeryeong's hand shifted from his earlobe to his cheek.
As her soft touch met his skin— Minseo bit his lip hard, his thighs quivering.
This was supposed to be a crucial discussion about him, but electric tingles coursed through his body, clouding his mind.
"So... Minseo, why don't you explain? Why send only useless crap to the cops? No lies."
Hayoung stroked his hair with a cold voice.
Hayoung was curious too. Back when she'd locked him in the warehouse, she could've interrogated him right then—but to keep him here, all the executives needed to know. That's why she'd held off until now.
Why had his spying been so sloppy? If he'd really handed over all the vital ledgers and files, she'd have executed him without hesitation.
But investigating his actions as a spy revealed they were clumsy, half-hearted. Almost intentional.
Today, she'd finally learn why.
If he says the right thing, he'll be fine, Hayoung thought with an inward smirk, remembering the vibrator buzzing in his ass.
Hnggh... Here it comes.
Minseo swallowed hard.
One mistake, and he'd die.
His tingling body barely under control, he slowly opened his mouth.
"I... I like it here more..."
Silence crashed over the room.
That's all he has to say? Some sappy bullshit?
Yujin frowned at him.
But Minseo pressed on, ignoring the vibrator tormenting his prostate as best he could.
"I studied my ass off to become a cop, but they just threw me into spying... I'm an orphan, you see."
"If things went south, I'd be the easiest one to ditch... I was furious, but what could I do? No other options."
"But after being here... it felt better than with the cops. More comfortable, even though I barely spent time with them."
Minseo continued steadily.
"So I only passed on worthless info... I should've said something sooner... Sorry, everyone..."
His eyes welled up pitifully.
Silence hung heavy in the conference room.
Deeper story than I expected, Hayoung thought, feeling a twinge of pity.
Didn't change the fact he was her slave, though.
"I say he's fine to stay."
Chaeryeong broke the quiet with a bright smile, caressing his cheek.
"Spy or not, how can you resist someone this cute?"
"...Th-thank you..."
Minseo squirmed under her touch but was grateful for the support.
"I'm against it. We still don't really know."
Yujin said flatly, face emotionless.
Hayoung racked her brain for how to sway Yujin, then glanced at Seoyeong, who looked deep in thought.
And then—
"Of course, we can't just let it slide. He needs to pay for the betrayal."
Hayoung turned a brazen gaze on Minseo.
"From now on, Kang Minseo won't be a mafia executive. He'll live as a slave."
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Everyone stared at Hayoung in shock.
"An obedient slave who does everything he's told."
Hayoung smiled like a devil, eyes gleaming.
"And on days you're free, you can all borrow him for a full day. Test if he's slave material."
Minseo flinched hard, chills running down his spine at her words.
Borrow him...? Me...? For what...?
"Use Kang Minseo for what, exactly?"
Yujin asked indifferently.
To her, Hayoung's words were vague. Use him for a day as what? Porter? Secretary? Or...?
Hayoung laughed at her question.
"Depends how you wanna use him. Make him work... or..."
As she spoke, Hayoung pressed her index finger to Minseo's red lips.
"Suck."
Her tone was commanding, unyielding.
Minseo's anxious eyes met hers in panic, but her icy glare made his trembling lips part slowly.
Hngh... Why make me do this shit...
His face burned under everyone's stares, but he knew defiance would bring worse—so he took her finger in obediently.
His cock kept dribbling precum nonstop.
Little by little—
Minseo began sucking her index finger.
Slurp—
Even just sucking produced lewd sounds that filled the room.
Was it because his body was so aroused? His cock twitched excitedly from the simple act.
Fuck... why am I like this...
Minseo squeezed his eyes shut, clumsily hiding his shaking hand under the table.
Schlurp—
His flushed lips worked her finger eagerly, coating it in sticky saliva that stretched in strings.
"Minseo. Open your eyes."
At Hayoung's forceful command, Minseo shuddered and slowly lifted his lids.
She could read his embarrassment plain as day. Partly why she'd ordered it—to torment him.
But mostly, to show the executives exactly how she'd handle him.
Hayoung scanned their reactions—they were all glued to his lips, unable to look away.
Gulp—
Yujin swallowed, impressed.
Was this guy always that hot?
Back when he was an executive, she hadn't given him a second glance.
But seeing him now after so long... he exuded sex appeal. Like he'd come back even hotter.
He really does whatever he's told...?
Seoyeong's pupils dilated in shock.
Right in front of her, Minseo pitifully sucked Hayoung's finger with lewd motions.
Her heart pounded wildly.
Did she still have feelings for him? Or... was this something new?
Seoyeong shoved the confusion aside, staring intently.
The room stayed deathly silent as they all watched.
"That's enough."
Hayoung pulled her finger free.
"Haa... haa..."
Minseo panted lewdly, face beet red.
"Anyway... how you use Minseo is up to you, right?"
Hayoung smirked, stroking his soft hair.
"I'm... all for it."
Chaeryeong grinned with her eyes, eyeing him hungrily.
"That's unfair. Why only once for us?"
Yujin bluntly revealed her dark intentions.
"We'll hash that out in future meetings. But aren't you being a little obvious?"
Hayoung teased her back.
She worried if Minseo could handle a Yujin like that... but it was his punishment to bear.
"So what."
Yujin shrugged, arms crossed.
"Seoyeong?"
Hayoung turned to her.
"Fine by me, whatever."
Seoyeong still glared through gritted teeth.
She'd just finished sorting her thoughts.
Minseo flinched and quickly averted his gaze.
"Minseo's okay with it too, right?"
Hayoung said, eyeing his troubled face.
As a known spy in the organization... he had no choice left.
"...Yes."
Minseo answered weakly.
He didn't even want to imagine what came next.
"Then it's decided for this item..."
A few minutes passed, and Hayoung shifted to hotel operations.
The real meeting began.
Ugh... fuck, I'm going insane...
Minseo flailed internally as his body burned hotter.
One touch to a sensitive spot, and he'd moan uncontrollably—he was that desperate.
Bzzz— bzzz—
Precum kept flowing endlessly, soaking his panties.
With Chaeryeong right beside him, any slip-up would expose him.
Minseo endured the razor-thin thrill, like walking on thin ice alone.
Then—
"Minseo. Mind grabbing some coffee?"
Hayoung said, as if reading his soul.
For once, she looked like an angel.
"Y-yes!"
Minseo bolted up so fast it was comical.
All eyes snapped to him—but he had no time for that.
"I-I'll get it!"
He dashed out, slamming the door behind him.
"...She didn't even say what kind."
Chaeryeong stared after him, baffled.
"Pfft—"
Hayoung burst into laughter at his ridiculous exit.
Like sending a fattened pig to slaughter, Minseo.
Hayoung smiled faintly, thinking of Suhyun in the kitchen.