Caught Red-Handed in the Maid Lounge
"Y-You're... joking, right...?" Minseo's pupils shook as he stammered in response.
"Yes. We're only human, after all... We get so excited every time we see you getting it." The long straight-haired maid took a bold step toward Minseo, smiling sweetly.
"We won't touch... Just let us look... okay?" The long-haired maid gripped Minseo's hand tightly. And then—another maid swiftly shut the door to the lounge. As if to trap him, preventing any escape.
"E-Even so, that's a bit..." Minseo backed away, flustered.
This doesn't feel right... He could feel the maids' eyes sparkling, all their attention fixed solely on him. Seeing that, Minseo thought better of it and slowly retreated.
"Puzzles... MP3s... We'll provide anything else you need!!" one maid cried out desperately as she saw him edging backward.
"Really... We'll just look... Please..." The long-haired maid begged without letting go of his hand.
Support...? Minseo perked up at the word. In this unpredictable situation, having even a little reliable backup wouldn't hurt.
He started racking his brain, torn by inner conflict.
"Honestly... We can supply all the little things you need..." The maid pressed him further, sensing his hesitation.
Ugh... If it's just looking, maybe it's fine...? After days of even lewder torments, Minseo's sensitivity to such things had dulled a bit. And a few minutes later, he would bitterly regret that thought.
"You really... just look, right...?" Minseo eyed them suspiciously.
"Of course. We'll just look... ♡" The maids chimed in unison.
Like spectators settling into seats at a theater, the maids each found a spot.
Under their brazen stares, Minseo fidgeted awkwardly as he slowly lowered his pants. They slid down with a soft whoosh, revealing his pale thighs and white triangular briefs.
"Wow..." One maid gasped at his thighs.
"J-Just... 10 seconds, okay..."
"Yesss—" The maids swallowed hard, eyes locked on his briefs.
Minseo squeezed his eyes shut in shame and pulled down his underwear. His pale, pretty cock sprang into full, naked view.
Hah... Fuck... So embarrassing... With all those stares fixed on his dick, Minseo didn't know where to put himself.
"Hah... First time seeing it this close..." The long-haired maid couldn't tear her eyes away, her hand instinctively reaching toward it.
"N-No... Don't touch...!" Minseo cried out in a trembling voice.
The maids stifled laughs at his panic.
"So fucking hot..."
"I wanna see it hard..."
"I'm wet already..."
Wildly aroused, the maids inched closer for a better look.
"H-Huh... 5... 5 seconds already..." Under their naked gazes, Minseo felt his cock swelling and grew desperate.
W-Why is it trying to get hard...? Panicking at his body's betrayal, he prayed they wouldn't notice.
"Isn't it... swelling a little...?" The long-haired maid stared intently, then looked up at him.
He flinched—
"N-N-Nerves... It's nothing..." Minseo jerked and tried to pull up his briefs.
Grab— A maid seized his hand.
"Not even 10 seconds yet."
"Hnnng..." Minseo's face burned red as he prayed for the time to pass.
Then—!
Creeeak—
"Maids... About the vacation I mentioned yesterday..."
!!!! Minseo's spine chilled with suffocating terror. That familiar voice... That silver hair he knew so well... His owner... Baek Hayoung.
The door swung open—and Hayoung's eyes met Minseo's directly.
The eerie dread he'd felt in ages washed over him again. The same terror from when Hayoung first uncovered he was a spy.
Too stunned for excuses, Minseo froze on the spot. Cock still out for the maids to see.
"Hey. What the fuck are you doing?" Hayoung's face hardened, her sharp gaze piercing him.
"I-It's... not..." Minseo's voice shook uncontrollably.
"What. Are. You. Doing." Her voice turned icy and heavy, squeezing him.
"M-Master... I-I'll explain everything...!!" Minseo yanked up his pants and briefs, scrambling to her.
"Follow me."
"Hnnng..." With trembling legs, he trailed after her.
Bang— The door slammed shut.
"Minseo... You're fucked..." one maid muttered.
"Never seen Hayoung that pissed..."
The maids whispered in shock at the sudden drama.
Inside Hayoung's bedroom—
"What were you doing in there?" Hayoung sat on the bed, arms crossed.
"I-It was just... um..." Minseo's mind went blank. No clue where to start.
Looking for toys to play with in the room, ended up bartering...? Even the truth would doom him. Lie...? But if caught...
His pupils shook wildly as he stammered.
"Fuck— Can't even speak properly?" Hayoung growled low, glaring coldly.
"N-Not like that..."
"I've been too soft lately. Should've kept you chained up, whipped every damn day."
She rose from the bed, stepping toward him—one foot, another—eyes twitching with rage.
Fully enraged, Hayoung was utterly terrifying. Each approach made Minseo's heart plummet, eyes welling red. Even without a single touch, he trembled on the verge of tears from sheer fear.
Thud— He dropped to his knees, clutching her pant leg.
"I-I'm sorry... I'll tell you everything...!!" Shaking in terror, he begged frantically.
"Shut it. Speak now, or you're dead."
Her chilling words sealed his lips tight.
"Strip. Slaves act like slaves."
Minseo shed his clothes faster than ever before. Soon utterly naked, but shame drowned in fear—he felt none. Just quaking, gazing up pitifully.
Then—clink—something dropped before him. Gleaming silver handcuffs and shackles. Just like the ones Seoyeong used days ago.
"Put on the shackles."
He hurriedly locked them around his ankles. Obvious agony ahead... but defying furious Hayoung? Suicide.
Click— She wrenched his arms back, cuffing his wrists too.
Bound hand and foot, helpless. Freedom stripped, terror surged—tears brimmed, ready to spill.
"Up."
Her cold, low command yanked him by the hair.
"Hic—" Pain like his scalp ripping made him stagger up.
Still gripping his hair, she dragged him from the room.
"Hic—" Groaning from the agony, he stumbled after her.
They arrived—creeak—
"Maids. No work today." Hayoung smiled, pulling Minseo forward.
The maid lounge. Minseo stood naked, shackled and cuffed, swaying unsteadily.
Hayoung kicked his wobbling body.
"Guhk—!" He collapsed before the maids with a groan.
"Rape him all you want today."
!!! Maids and Minseo alike stared at her in shock.
"Rape him freely. Ignore any begging or tears."
"Hnnng... M-Master...!! Please!!" Minseo trembled, trying to rise.
Step, step— Hayoung approached, whispering in his ear.
"Enjoy it like the slut you are."
Calmly, she blindfolded him.
Clink clink—
"M-Master...!! Master!!" He rattled his cuffs, lunging forward—but
"Minseo~ Where you going~?" The maids, grasping the situation, giggled lewdly and grabbed his shoulders.
The door shut—
"W-Wait...!!" Sightless, terror gripped him; he shouted desperately.
Fuck... Convince them first. The maids...
"Y-You said you'd help me...!" he pleaded into the void.
"We did."
"Th-Then...!"
"But this is different. Hayoung ordered it."
A maid cut him off, fingers teasing his nipple.
"Eek—!" The sudden soft stimulation jolted him. Blindness heightened every sensation.
"Minseo... We'll play with you all we want... ♡" Their voices closed in.
He thrashed wildly.
Clink clink—!
"D-Don't—! Please—!!"
But countless hands swarmed his body—mouth, neck, chest, thighs, waist, ass, cock—groping everywhere.
"Hnngh—! Hah—!" Dizzy moans escaped as he struggled to escape—but cuffed and shackled, impossible.
"Hnnng—! M-Master—! Maaaster!! I'm sorryyy—!!" Screaming in mad terror, seeking Hayoung—but too late.
Thus began Minseo's living hell.