Humiliation
Opening his eyes, Kang Minseo saw an unfamiliar ceiling.
"Where...?"
Sitting up in bed, he replayed his memories. Exposed as a spy to the mafia boss Baek Hayoung... subjected to unspeakable torments... forced into a slave contract... Which meant this was...!
Kang Minseo leaped out of bed and flung open the room's door. Maids glided lightly down a long corridor decorated in elegant European style. No doubt about it—this was Baek Hayoung's mansion. As a mafia executive, he'd been in and out countless times for meetings. Right ahead, sunlight poured through a window. If I bolt out now, could I escape...? Beyond the glass lay a vast lawn, but even past that, bodyguards stood watch at the mansion's entrance. If he got caught... Minseo's hands trembled faintly. He might face something worse than yesterday's horrors. In the worst case, death. It wasn't a simple decision.
Wait for a better chance...
"Kang Minseo."
He flinched and turned at the familiar voice. It was Choi Suhyun. The boss's trusted secretary and bodyguard. He'd always thought she seemed inhuman—like a machine that just did her job silently, devoid of emotion. Overly taciturn, never showing her feelings. That must be why Hayoung trusted and favored her so much.
"Kang Minseo."
She called his name again as he stood there dazed. Oh no... Her words had shortened. Yesterday, he was a full-fledged mafia executive... but now everything was different. And her tone suggested she knew his true identity. She would've called him "Executive Kang Minseo" otherwise. Depending on who else knew, things could get even messier. For now, he had no choice but to face it head-on.
Minseo swallowed hard. "Wh-what...?"
"The boss is calling. Follow me."
Suhyun turned and walked down the corridor without another word.
"Hoo... Please, let nothing bad happen..."
Tension knotted in his gut as Minseo trudged after her, muttering to himself.
The office door creaked open. There sat Hayoung at her desk. He'd been here plenty as an executive, but the tension now was a thousand times worse. His legs quivered faintly.
"Good work," Hayoung said with a smile to Suhyun.
"Then I'll take my leave."
As Suhyun moved to close the door, Hayoung added, "Suhyun, why don't you stay? Things are about to get fun."
Minseo's instincts screamed—danger. A deep unease gripped him. Please... don't let it be right...
"Yes, understood."
Suhyun stepped back inside and shut the door.
"Our Minseo, didn't sleep well? You look awful."
Hayoung rose from her desk and approached him.
"N-no... I slept fine..."
In that instant, she swiftly pulled him into an embrace by the waist.
"Eep!"
His body, already hypersensitive from nerves, let out an involuntary moan at the sudden touch.
"Mmm... Minseo, you stink. Time for a wash, huh?"
Hayoung pressed her nose to his neck, her breath tickling his skin.
"Th-then I'll go wash up and come back..."
He answered stiffly, body rigid. Get away. From here. Wash up, think it over...
"Huh? No need. There's a bathroom right here."
Hayoung glanced at him with a light smile. The office had its own lavish marble bathroom. He knew that, but no one but her ever used it.
"B-but this is the boss's..."
"Whose bathroom is whose? Everyone uses it. Right, Suhyun?"
Hayoung cut him off.
"Yes."
Suhyun nodded.
"Then... Minseo. Strip."
Hayoung released his waist. Minseo's pupils dilated. Here...? Now...?
"I'll wash you myself. Hurry up and strip. Don't make me repeat myself."
Her face turned cold and matter-of-fact.
"But Suhyun's here..."
"Pfft—"
Hayoung laughed in disbelief.
"You still don't get your place? You're a slave who can't do anything without me. If I say kneel, you kneel. You're the lowest here. Get it together, Minseo."
She was right. The power dynamic could flip anytime. He was an executive until yesterday... but not anymore. To Suhyun—to even the maids—he was beneath them now. He had to accept it. Endure it. For a future chance...
With trembling hands, Minseo peeled off his shirt. It was agonizing, but his pants... he couldn't bring himself to touch them.
Hayoung sighed at his hesitation. "Minseo, what do you do with a pet that won't obey? Retrain it."
He flinched.
"How do you retrain it? Right in front of Suhyun."
Yesterday's torments flashed through his mind. Anything but that. Even if I die. He squeezed his eyes shut. Just get it over with. Carefully, he slid off his pants and underwear.
In seconds, he was naked, head bowed in shame, hands covering his cock.
Hayoung admired his bare form again. So pale, with those lean muscles... fucking hot. Wonder what Suhyun thinks? She glanced over—no reaction. Boring. Don't worry. It'll get fun soon.
Oblivious to what was coming, Minseo and Hayoung entered the bathroom. It was spacious; even with the large tub, it felt roomy.
"Get in."
Whoosh—
"Eek!"
She immediately sprayed him with the showerhead. Minseo twisted away, shielding his privates.
"Close your eyes. Time to shampoo."
"Y-yes..."
As she washed his hair, he fretted—Is she staring at every inch? She rinsed, then turned off the water.
Squish—she squeezed body wash onto the shower puff.
What...? The puff... on my body...?
"I-I can do it myself..."
His pupils shook, voice unsteady.
"Haa... From now on, every word out of your mouth is a lesson."
Her tone darkened with anger. Terror silenced him.
"Hands on the wall."
He rose cautiously and complied.
"Spread your legs more."
She eyed his ass.
"Hng..."
Trembling with humiliation, he spread wider. His balls and cock dangled between.
Now for the fun part.
She slid the puff between his legs.
"Eep!"
The sudden intrusion drew a moan. Nothing like soaping himself—this was three times more intense.
Hayoung slowly scrubbed his groin.
"Hnnng..."
Dizzying pleasure crept up; arousal built despite himself.
Swoosh—the puff moved to his balls.
"Eek!"
Twitch—
"You clean here properly at home too, right, Minseo? Gotta be thorough~"
Amused by his reactions, she probed more sensitive spots. His cock swelled against his will.
Please... no erection... please...
He tried ignoring it, but it hardened, leaking precum.
"Feels good, huh, our Minseo."
Smiling, she rubbed his shaft with the puff.
Swoosh-swoosh—
"Hnnnnggg..."
His ass and legs jerked with each stroke. Hayoung savored it. Precum drooled steadily.
"Minseo, can't go leaking like a sloppy mess. Need a lesson for this too?"
She smacked his dripping cock with the puff, degrading him.
"Please... stop now..."
His voice quivered in plea.
"Fine. I'm tired anyway. Need a break?"
Surprisingly, she set the puff down.
"Hoo—"
As relief washed over him—
"Suhyun, you still out there?"
!!!!
Hayoung called to her.
"Yes."
Suhyun's flat voice made Minseo shudder. No way... she wouldn't... if she sees me like this...
He had to stop it somehow.
"M-Mistress..."
"Minseo, didn't I say shut up? Want me to call the maids too?"
She stroked his ass coldly.
Twitch—the soft touch terrified him. Angering her more was unthinkable.
"Suhyun, washing Minseo is tough. Help out?"
Her tone sweetened.
"Yes, understood."
No... no...!!
His mind screamed, but reality left him gripping the wall, eyes squeezed shut.
Suhyun entered in her gray suit. Minseo's naked form—erect, leaking against the wall—was fully exposed. Her pupils widened slightly in surprise, then normalized.
Hayoung handed her the puff. "Wash our Minseo everywhere. He loves it—leaks a ton, so careful~"
Crunch—Minseo bit his lip. He wanted to die. Pathetic, helpless under Hayoung's abuse.
"Understood."
Suhyun scrubbed his ass.
"Hnn..."
Her firm yet gentle touch tormented his aroused state.
Swoosh—She meticulously cleaned his body. Each pass doubled the stimulation, blanking his mind. Tension and shame wracked him; his body jerked at every stroke.
"Hnnngg..."
He couldn't hold back the moans anymore.
Her hand passed between his legs, reaching his precum-slick cock.
"Hngg!"