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"Hic...!"
Kang Minseo let out a frail whimper, his hands trembling violently. Rough hands toyed with his balls and cock like mad, kneading his balls with insane fervor. The stimulation made Minseo's cock stand even stiffer, while the hands softly stroked the shaft back and forth, driving him to the brink of madness. All around him, only admiring murmurs and Minseo's own moans leaked out.
Hng... the stimulation is too intense...
Minseo trembled his thighs violently in front of everyone, struggling to hold on. He thought it was a blessing that he was blindfolded. Without it, the sensations were amplified to unbearable levels... but if he could see, he'd have to watch himself being defiled with his own eyes. That would be utter hell.
The brutal hands grew even more aggressive, ravaging his cock, and Minseo twisted his body, desperately praying for the torment to end quickly.
"Haahk... hic... st-stop... please..."
Minseo begged breathlessly, panting raggedly. The hands roamed every inch of his groin, balls, ass, and cock. Thanks to them, precum was oozing steadily from his tip in thick dribbles.
I can't... can't let them see me get even more pathetic...
Minseo tried desperately to fight back his arousal, but there was no stopping the relentless onslaught that gave him no respite.
After a few more minutes of the hands groping every corner of his body, they finally pulled away.
"Hng... hng..."
Minseo barely managed to stay on his feet, gasping for air. His pale body shuddered as he panted, looking even more erotic in his vulnerability.
"Heh heh... that's as far as we go for now. Minseo, you look like you're going insane with how good it feels? Leaking all this already."
Baek Hayoung's chuckling voice came from beside him.
"Please... just stop..."
Minseo pleaded pitifully, his voice choked with tears, but Hayoung's next words were a cold dose of reality.
"Who do you think got our little Minseo's body this hot and bothered? Guess."
Hayoung stroked his head as she asked.
"Hng..."
But Minseo just shook his head silently, clearly wanting it to end.
"...Don't wanna play, Minseo?"
Hayoung's tone hardened slightly as she stopped petting him. Just that shift in her voice sent chills of terror down Minseo's spine.
"Hic... nooo... I wanna play..."
Fearing what horrors might await if he defied her further, Minseo quickly backpedaled.
"What a cute little thing he is."
Han Yujin smirked at him.
"Right? Heh heh."
Lee Seoyeong chimed in agreement.
"So? Who do you think it was?"
Minseo racked his brain, but no answer came. He had no choice but to guess blindly again.
"Hng... Chaeryeong-ssi...?"
His voice trembled as he answered, but of course, he was wrong.
"Wrong. The answer is... me."
Hayoung patted his cheek and continued.
"Phew... Minseo, you're way off every time...? You just guessing randomly? Maybe we need a penalty to make you take it seriously."
Her ominous words made cold sweat trickle down Minseo's back.
P-penalty... it'll definitely be something twisted...
He shook his head frantically.
"M-Master, I'll do my best! No need for penalties...!"
But then Seoyeong cut him off.
"I've got the perfect penalty..."
She grinned meaningfully and pulled out her phone. Blindfolded, Minseo could only tilt his head in confusion.
"I've got a video of Minseo jerking off. How about we all watch it as punishment?"
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"You have something like that...?"
Han Chaeryeong's eyes widened with curiosity.
Yujin glanced slyly at Seoyeong's phone, intrigued. Jiha seemed indifferent, though.
And the most shocked was Minseo himself.
"Th-that... no!!"
He freaked out, voice breaking into sobs. The video captured him masturbating with bells on his nipples, tearfully giving oral—every humiliating moment in vivid detail.
"Minseo's freaking out like that... seems perfect for a penalty, huh?"
Hayoung smirked, curling her lips as she eyed him.
"Hic... really, no... Seoyeong-ssi..."
Minseo begged, his pale body quivering.
"Just guess right, Minseo."
Seoyeong grinned wickedly.
"Fine, I'll give you two more chances. Get one out of two right. Easy, right?"
Hayoung patted his head.
Minseo had no choice anymore. If the executives liked this penalty... the only way to avoid the video was to guess correctly.
...Hah... I have to get it right...
Hating the thought of his shameful video being shown, he steeled himself and focused.
"Ready to start, Minseo?"
Soon, hands began groping his body again.
"Hnght...!"
His cock twitched lewdly in response. The hands moved toward his tip, where precum was beading thickly.
A finger circled the glans teasingly—
"Haah..."
Minseo jerked back slightly from the ticklish sensation. His mind already fogged, forgetting to guess as moans poured out uncontrollably. Pleasure scrambled his brain, leaving him no choice but to submit.
Ignoring him, the hands rubbed his glans furiously. Another hand began softly pistoning his shaft.
The focused assault on his cock overwhelmed him with ecstasy he couldn't withstand.
"Heeuk... hng... hng...!"
Her thumb swept gently over the glans, the agonizingly slow pistoning sending jolts through him. Instinctively unable to endure, Minseo collapsed with a thud.
"Haah... haahk... w-wait..."
He panted harshly, hips shuddering. But the mystery hands tormented his slumped form relentlessly, forcing his legs apart to expose him obscenely to the executives.
"Hng... please..."
Though he had the strength to close his legs, he knew resistance was forbidden, so he couldn't muster the will.
His legs spread wide in an M-shape, revealing his stiff cock drooling precum. The hands ravaged it anew, shaking faster back and forth, thumbs pressing firmly into the slick glans.
"Eek!"
A tsunami of pleasure crashed over him; his head snapped back, pale thighs quaking wildly.
"Hnght! Hng! N-nooow—! Stooop—!"
His words slurred into pleas amid the ecstasy, but the hands showed no mercy, jerking even faster and rougher.
Veins bulging, his cock trembled, precum dripping like cheese in thick strings. They twisted the glans like a joystick, grinding mercilessly.
"Hik! Hic—! Hng—! Hng—!"
Minseo shook his head desperately, panting steeply, but the hands drove him relentlessly to the edge.
He was at his limit, on the verge of climax. Hips bucking madly in bliss, his mind blanked white, reduced to mindless moans.
And—
"Hngaaaaah—!"
Minseo arched in ecstasy, climaxing. His M-spread legs tried to close, but the ruthless hands forced them open, displaying his obscene orgasm fully.
Spurt—spurt—spuuurt—!
His cock throbbed violently, white semen splattering everywhere from the tip.
"Hng—! Hng—!"
His ass bounced off the floor repeatedly as he writhed in aftershocks. The executives watched his climax with lewd gazes.
And behind him stood Han Yujin, satisfied. She had been the one ravaging his body freely.
Unaware, Minseo just panted raggedly, hips twitching in the orgasm's afterglow. For minutes, he couldn't escape the lingering pleasure, body jerking sporadically.
Once he calmed somewhat, Hayoung spoke.
"Minseo... you're fucking hot."
She admired, flicking his cock lightly.
"Hnght—!"
The sharp tingle drew another moan from him.
"So, who was it this time? Minseo?"
It was back. He had to get this one right.
Hayoung wouldn't do it twice in a row. The feel was different... like the first time...
Pathetic as it was to seriously analyze this, it beat the video. Calming his twitching body, he pondered amid the afterglow.
Excluding Seoyeong and Hayoung, that left three: Chaeryeong, Jiha, Yujin.
Chaeryeong would touch gentler... so one of the other two.
He didn't know Yujin well... Jiha hated him... the hands felt rough, like disdain.
Fuck... no idea.
"J-Jiha-ssi...?"
He mumbled uncertainly.
Instantly, hands wrapped his thigh from behind—Yujin's voice.
"Too bad, Minseo?"
"Hng..."
Her voice made him flinch and whimper.
Fuck... what do I do...
One chance left. Darkness closed in on him.
"What now? Can't guess?"
Yujin teased mercilessly.
"You got this, Minseo!"
Chaeryeong cheered.
"Then... shall we jump straight to the final round...?"
Hayoung gazed at Minseo, legs still splayed obscenely, cum pooled on the floor.