Wine and Games
"What does Minseo do here?" Lee Jiha asked as she ate.
Minseo flinched at the question and glanced at Baek Hayoung. Jiha's query might have been innocent enough, just asking about his work, but to Minseo, it rang with a different meaning. Because... Jiha knew exactly what kind of humiliation he was enduring here. The other executives had probably guessed as much too.
"Hmm~ Work, you say~" Hayoung set down her fork after a bite of pasta, pretending to ponder. "He helps me out with whatever I'm doing. Organizing documents, breaking things down into details—stuff like that? He picks it up quick once I show him." She stroked Minseo's hair affectionately, like he was a good boy, and smiled. At the rare praise, the corners of Minseo's mouth twitched upward just a bit.
"Ah... Minseo was always good at his job."
Jiha chimed in, watching the exchange.
"Was he good when he was your boss, Jiha?" Han Chaeryeong asked curiously.
"Yeah. He was super reliable. The kind of boss I actually respected." Jiha fixed Minseo with a meaningful look. He quickly dropped his gaze under her stare.
'......'
Minseo's heart grew even more tangled as he recalled what she'd said back then. 'You were the one I trusted and followed most... I can't even put this sense of loss into words.' That was what she'd told him when they reunited. 'Is there no way to earn Jiha's forgiveness...?' She treated him casually now, like nothing was wrong, but Minseo knew her true feelings ran deeper.
"Oh yeah? How good was he?" Hayoung leaned in, her curiosity piqued, an intrigued smile playing on her lips as she turned to Jiha.
"Well... back in the day..." Jiha flashed a light smile at Hayoung's expression and began to spin her tale. Though it irked him a little to be the center of attention, Minseo had no choice but to listen intently.
The mood had softened and warmed; everyone was enjoying themselves now. Everyone except Minseo, of course. He sat there tense, heart pounding, bracing for some awkward revelation to drop at any moment.
Jiha, Hayoung, and Chaeryeong had already grown thick as thieves.
"Then we can drop the formalities, right? Jiha."
Hayoung said with an eye smile.
"Of course. Hayoung-unnie, Chaeryeong-unnie."
"Our Jiha's got a cute side~" Chaeryeong giggled, clinking her wine glass.
Minseo, who hadn't even tasted a sip yet, swallowed hard, waiting desperately for Hayoung's permission. She watched him with a lingering gaze, then stroked his head.
"Sorry. Want some wine, Minseo? Just a little longer. I'll let you have some soon."
Why later...? What's the holdup...? Doubt flickered in Minseo's mind, but he had no way of knowing.
"Yes..."
As he murmured his reply, footsteps approached from afar.
"Hey—what, drinking without me?"
In came Lee Seoyeong in sports training wear topped with a blue jacket, and Han Yujin in a burgundy suit.
"You're late."
"Finally here."
Hayoung smirked, welcoming them. The executives exchanged greetings, thrilled to be together again. Seoyeong and Jiha, not exactly close, kept it to perfunctory nods. Yujin seemed unfazed by any awkwardness with Jiha—her prickly nature made that par for the course.
"Heh~ Doing okay, Minseo?" Seoyeong grinned at him.
"Yeah..."
"What? When did you two make up? Last time she looked ready to devour you."
Chaeryeong glanced between them, fascinated.
"Unnie, it's a long story." Seoyeong smirked meaningfully.
"What? Spill it—"
Chaeryeong lunged playfully, mock-headlocking her. With all the executives assembled, the noise level doubled. It was a harmonious, lively vibe... but Minseo couldn't shake his unease.
Hayoung isn't planning something, is she...? Please, no... Please let today pass safely... He prayed silently for the day to end without incident.
"To celebrate Jiha joining us—"
Hayoung clinked glasses.
"Thank you. I'll do my best."
Jiha smiled with her eyes. Everyone savored their wine, the atmosphere ripening further.
"Unnie, but why can't Minseo drink?"
Seoyeong eyed him.
"Should we help him out so he can?"
Hayoung rose as if she'd been waiting for this, drawing puzzled looks.
"Minseo's our official slave, after all. Just drinking plain wouldn't be fun, right?"
Minseo's gut twisted with instant dread. Something feels off... Shit...'
"Minseo. Strip."
!!!
Everyone stared at Hayoung in shock. They seemed mildly surprised, but no one dared contradict her.
"Hngh... Please..."
Minseo hated stripping in front of them all.
"Kang Minseo. I said strip."
Her voice dropped coldly as she fixed him with a stare. Trembling, he began peeling off his shirt, hands shaking under her threat.
His shirt came off, revealing lean muscles and pale skin.
"Hmm~ Not bad."
Yujin commented, watching. All eyes locked on him.
'Hayoung-unnie's true colors showing already.'
Seoyeong swallowed, staring too.
"Pants?"
Hayoung nudged his pants with her foot.
"Hnghh..."
Head bowed in shame, Minseo slowly slid them down. His white panties emerged, and his body quivered with deepening humiliation.
"I said everything."
Her eyes turned icy, threatening. With shaking hands, he tugged down the last barrier.
It slipped away, baring his pale, cute cock completely.
"Whoa, even shaved the pubes."
Yujin smirked at his clean, smooth member.
"Hngh..."
Minseo hung his head, mortified.
"How about a game we can all enjoy?"
Hayoung smiled, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"What kind?"
Chaeryeong's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Hayoung blindfolded him.
"Please..."
Minseo was dying inside—lately, these blindfolds were all too frequent.
"Anyone touches Minseo's body..."
Hayoung slipped behind him, her small hand gliding softly over his abs.
"Ngh..."
He leaked a moan at the dizzying, ticklish sensation on his stomach.
"And he guesses who it is."
Hayoung grinned, sliding her hand lower toward his pelvis. As she caressed it gently, Minseo jerked and begged.
"Hng... Mistress, please..."
But the executives' eyes gleamed, throats bobbing as they swallowed.
"Sounds fun. Let's do it."
Seoyeong stood with a smile.
"Guess right, and you get a sip of wine. Got it, Minseo?"
Hayoung whispered in his ear, pulling her hand away.
'Fuck...'
Minseo cursed his cock, already stirring traitorously. Hayoung too.
"Wine this hard to earn~"
Yujin chuckled, teasing his trembling, humiliated form.
The executives gathered around him. Jiha, who'd been watching quietly, rose slowly too.
'How the hell am I supposed to guess... Shit...'
Telling by touch alone was near impossible. But that wasn't the point. The real issue was being utterly naked, exposed to them all.
"Here we go~"
"Hngt..."
A soft hand kneaded his shoulder immediately. It drifted downward slowly, pinching and twisting his nipple.
"Hngk..."
Minseo shuddered helplessly at the stimulation, body quaking.
Then it slid lower, toward his ass. The soft hand gripped his cheek—
"Hngt..."
A frail whimper escaped. The hands kneaded his ass roughly.
"Hngt... Hng..."
Under the relentless groping, his cock began to stiffen. 'No... Please...'
He clenched his teeth, fighting it, but his body betrayed him. It throbbed erect, veins bulging.
The hands pulled away.
"Heh heh... Feels good, huh, Minseo?"
Hayoung tapped his cock teasingly.
"Hngh... No..."
He shook his head in denial, but the executives laughed, admiring his twitching erection.
"So, who was it, Minseo?"
"H-Hayoung...?"
He guessed blindly.
"Wrong~ It was me."
Seoyeong caressed his cheek, whispering in his ear.
"Round two, quick?"
'Fuck... What do I do...'
Minseo could only tremble pitifully, praying for it to end. Immediately, fingers probed between his legs.
"Hngh..."
The ticklish, strangely arousing touch made him quiver.
Then they fondled his balls. The odd sensation had his thighs twitching uncontrollably.
"Hngt... Hngh... St-stop..."
Ignoring his pleas, one hand stroked his shaft softly. While kneading his balls, the other began jerking him slowly back and forth.