Basement of Revenge
"Let's call it a day for now."
Hayoung stretched languidly as she glanced at Minseo. As expected, he looked pale and worn out.
"Yawn... yeah, okay. My head's killing me." Chaeryeong rubbed her eyes and yawned.
"You did great too, Minseo~♡" Chaeryeong placed a light hand on his shoulder.
Minseo flinched. "Th-thank you."
His body trembled slightly, but Chaeryeong didn't seem to notice.
"I'll head out first." Yujin coolly slipped into her car ahead of the others.
"Me too. See you around, Minseo?" Chaeryeong flashed a bright smile.
"Y-yeah..." A chill of dread crept over him, but Minseo hid it and replied casually.
The cars carrying Yujin and Chaeryeong pulled away from the mansion.
"Wow... this place is amazing." Jiha marveled at the vast garden and grand estate.
"Come to think of it, you've never been here before, have you, Jiha?" Hayoung noted.
"Right. Back then, I was just your secretary, Minseo." Jiha smiled sweetly, but something felt off—discordant.
"I... I need to use the bathroom." Minseo asked Hayoung's permission and hurried inside.
His panties were soaked with semen, sticky and uncomfortable. And the vibrator wouldn't stop buzzing relentlessly.
Hurry up and leave already, Seoyeong and Jiha...
Minseo dashed straight to his room. He slid his panties down—his cock was smeared and filthy with cum.
"Hah... just rinse the lower half quick."
Fear of someone walking in made him opt for a speedy splash of water.
Water gushed out, warm streams soaking his lower body and washing away the semen.
"Hngh..."
The heat trickled down, but his cock was hardening again. Twice he'd cum already, yet the vibrator tormented him without mercy.
"Hah... how am I supposed to ask to have this thing removed like this?"
Presenting his erect cock and begging? Hayoung would never just pull it out nicely. She'd torment him insanely again.
Minseo racked his brain for an escape, but nothing came to mind.
Just get out for now.
He left the bathroom, changed into fresh panties, and got dressed.
"Hoo—"
Taking a deep breath in his suit, Minseo opened the door.
He froze.
"Oh... Jiha..."
Lee Jiha stood right there.
"Hayoung told me this was your room." Jiha smiled with her eyes.
"Ah... yeah..."
An awkward tension hung between them. It was only natural—Minseo had vanished without a proper explanation just days ago.
"You... not mad at me?" Minseo eyed her smile warily.
She should be furious... this was weird.
Then—Jiha's smiling face slowly, gradually hardened into something icy.
"...Mad? You think that's all this is?"
Her eyes blazed with fury, glaring at him.
Minseo startled back a step.
"Do you have any idea how hard I looked for you?"
Her voice rose in anger as she closed in on him step by step.
"J-Jiha..."
Minseo's voice shook as he tried to calm her, but it was useless. He kept retreating; she kept advancing, pressing him.
Before he knew it, he'd backed all the way into his room.
"Days... weeks of searching. Finally found you here. But... that's not even the point."
"Word is, you were a spy for the organization?"
Jiha approached slowly, her face a mix of disbelief and rage.
"Th-that's..."
Minseo's pupils shook wildly. He'd never seen her this furious, not even when they worked together.
He had to calm her somehow, but words failed him under that wrathful gaze.
"I trusted you most of all... followed you blindly. You can't even imagine the betrayal."
She ground her teeth, voice trembling as she continued.
"Just you wait. I'll make you suffer. I know exactly what goes on here."
Minseo's legs buckled; he collapsed to his knees.
She knows what they do to me...?
Jiha glanced at the semen-soaked panties discarded in the room.
"Hngh... that's not... Jiha..."
Minseo stammered excuses, but—
"Don't even think of running. I became an executive just to torment you. Look forward to it. I'll repay that sense of loss tenfold."
Jiha gently caressed his terrified cheek, then turned and sauntered out.
Bam! The door slammed shut.
Minseo slumped, drained from the storm that had just swept through.
"I'm fucked..."
Jiha wasn't over it—she'd just been holding back. Facing her raw fury left Minseo's heart in tangled knots.
A bit later, Seoyeong and Jiha headed home.
Minseo, who'd been waiting for this moment, rushed to her office.
Knock knock.
"It's Kang Minseo... may I come in?"
The buzzing vibrator had him desperate to get it out. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Yeah. Come in."
Minseo shuffled timidly before Hayoung.
"Not here to talk? What is it?"
Hayoung prompted him expectantly.
Haa... He knew she'd torment him, but he couldn't walk around with the vibrator forever.
Minseo took a deep breath.
"P-please... remove it... the vibrator..."
His face flushed red.
"So cute. Heh heh."
Hayoung chuckled at his adorable plea.
"Drop your pants and underwear."
Minseo hesitated, then slid them down and slowly got on all fours on the floor.
His erect cock dangled obscenely before her.
But Hayoung's response was—
"I didn't tell you to get down."
His face burned hotter; he scrambled up.
Why... why did I do that...?
Minseo inwardly berated his thoughtless action.
"Like a bitch in heat begging to be tormented."
Hayoung poked fun at his shame-flushed face.
"Or maybe a well-trained slave?"
She gripped his pale white ass.
"N-no, that's not..."
Minseo replied, precum beading thickly on his tip.
A string from the vibrator poked out of his anus.
"Did it feel good cumming in the meeting room today?"
Hayoung kneaded his ass softly.
"N-no... it didn't..."
Minseo clenched, stifling a moan as he answered.
"Everyone working while your cock throbs and you cum alone. That's no good. Got it?"
Hayoung toyed with him using deliberately humiliating words.
"Hngh..."
Minseo hung his head in shame.
"I'll take it out."
Hayoung grasped the black string trailing from his anus and tugged.
"Hnght..."
Minseo moaned as the vibrator shifted against his prostate.
It slid out with a wet pop, his hole clenching around nothing—pink vibrator emerging.
"Haa... haa..."
Finally free, Minseo panted heavily.
"Get dressed. Rest up today."
Hayoung patted his ass gently, her tone affectionate.
!!!
Expecting more torment, Minseo had been terrified—her unexpected kindness made his eyes widen in shock.
"...For real...?"
"Of course. Unless you want more tor—"
Before she finished, Minseo bowed hastily and bolted for the door.
"Thank you! Good night!"
As the door clicked shut behind him, Hayoung murmured to herself.
"Rest up. Tomorrow's gonna be rough."
He clearly remembered sleeping in a soft bed just last night...
But now, he was bound somewhere unknown, blindfolded. His feet touched the floor—legs free—but his hands were chained above his head.
Like a torture pose from the movies, whipped and beaten.
Blindfolded, vision gone, the fear intensified.
"Fuck... hngh... what the hell..."
His voice echoed. Basement vibes.
"Hayoung!!"
"Anyone there?!"
"Help me!!"
Minseo screamed desperately, but only echoes answered.
Then—door creaked open. Multiple footsteps entered.
Step. Step. Step. Step.
Three or four people—at least. Goosebumps prickled his skin.
"Wh-who are you...!"
No reply. Footsteps neared.
Minseo shrieked.
"Stay back!! Don't come closer!!"
He kicked wildly at the air, a pathetic threat.
"Kang Minseo. You again."
A cold voice echoed through the basement.
Familiar... from yesterday...
"S-Seoyeong..."
Minseo whispered her name, trembling.
"Wh-what's going on... please, untie me first..."
He rattled the chains urgently.
"Too chatty. Bind his ankles too, and gag him."
Seoyeong ordered flatly.
"Wh-what the—"
Her subordinates surrounded him, grabbing ankles and mouth.
"What're you—!!"
Minseo thrashed, but hands bound against three or four? No chance.
Tape over his mouth, shackles on ankles soon followed.
"Mmph! Mmmpf!"
Terror of total restraint surged, but Seoyeong ignored it.
"Rip his clothes off."
Subordinates grabbed scissors, snipping his clothes bit by bit.
No... please... don't...
"MMMPF!! MMPH!!"
He struggled fiercely—but futile. Minutes later, stark naked white skin exposed.
"Hiding such a nice body, huh."
Seoyeong poked his abs before the bound man.
Humiliation burned insanely, fully nude.
Why... why are you doing this... fuck...
"Minseo, know what this is?"
Seoyeong pressed something soft yet firm to his abs—blindfolded, he couldn't see.
The familiar dread hit from the texture.
Fuck... what... this again...
Ominous chill; he began to shake.
"Your favorite toy."
Gel trickled down his anus right after.
His ass twitched; futile squirms.
Hngh... stop... please!!!
And—
"Shove in the Aneros and make him cry hard. Come on, Minseo."
Seoyeong's words chilled him to the bone, terror flipping his world upside down.