Chapter 5
Kang Minseo finished cleaning up in the bathroom and shuffled timidly out into the office, clutching a towel to cover his body. “M-Master... my clothes...”
Hayoung gazed at Minseo, who was bashfully hiding his body behind a single towel, his eyes red-rimmed. So cute, she thought. “Before that, drop the towel. Let me see your cock.”
“...Hic!”
Blushing furiously, Minseo carefully removed the towel. His smooth, hairless white cock came into view. Hayoung smiled in satisfaction and handed him some clothes: a black short-sleeved T-shirt and black shorts. They seemed casual enough to wear anywhere. But...
“Th-This is...”
“I picked out your panties since I don't know your taste. Like them?” Hayoung chuckled, watching Minseo's pupils tremble.
A white triangular panty with pink silk trim—like something a princess would wear.
“Don't like it?”
“N-No...” Terrified she'd forbid him from wearing any underwear at all if he complained, Minseo hurriedly slipped them on. He followed with the shorts and T-shirt, but the shirt was oddly oversized, like his dad's clothes from when he was a kid. It exposed his collarbone, hung down to mid-thigh, and the shorts were so short that from a distance, it looked like he wasn't wearing any bottoms at all.
“Heh, you look pretty. Wear it well.”
Hayoung flashed a meaningful smile at Minseo, who stood awkwardly, uncomfortable with his exposed collarbone. He sensed she had some ulterior motive, but he was grateful for clothes he could actually wear.
“It's already 1 p.m.? Let's eat.”
Slash— Hayoung sliced into her perfectly medium-rare steak while eyeing Minseo, who was barely picking at his food. He couldn't eat properly, gripped by fear and dread of what torment might come next. With his head bowed, he forced down a few bites here and there. She spoke up.
“Minseo. Not hungry?”
“No...”
“Then why are you eating like that?” Her eyes turned icy cold.
Flinch— He realized he'd upset her. He had to defuse this now.
“S-Sorry... I just don't have much appetite...”
She beamed sweetly. “Then I guess I need to make you hungry.”
“Chef.”
At her word, the chef came rushing over. “Cut this steak into bite-sized pieces for him.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
The chef snatched Minseo's steak and dashed to the kitchen. What is she planning now...? His gut twisted with unease. His instincts had been spot-on lately. He swallowed hard, staring at her beaming smile.
“M-Master! I think I'm hungry now...”
He tried desperately to stop her, but it was futile.
“Good. I'll make it even tastier. Wait.”
The chef returned quickly, placing finely diced steak in front of Minseo. As he reached for his fork, Hayoung stood, grabbed his plate, and smashed it to the floor.
Crash—
Minseo's eyes widened in shock as he stared at her.
“Let's eat like dogs, shall we, Minseo?”
“M-Master...”
His voice trembled as he pleaded with her pitifully, but she ignored it.
“On all fours.”
“Hic... I was wrong... please...”
“I said don't make me repeat myself.”
Realizing resistance was pointless, Minseo slowly rose and got down on the floor. Steak pieces littered the ground where she'd dropped them.
“Now eat. No hands—use your mouth only.” Hayoung stroked his head with her foot as she spoke.
“Hic...”
Utterly humiliated, Minseo knew he couldn't afford to pick at his food anymore. He buried his face at her feet and devoured the steak scraps frantically. Watching him scarf it down like a real puppy, Hayoung thought, Maybe I should get him a tail later.That'd be fun.
Unaware of her terrifying fantasy, Minseo ate harder than anyone.
Thud thud—
That's when Suhyun entered the restaurant. She paused briefly at the sight of Minseo on the floor wolfing down steak, then approached Hayoung.
“Ma'am, there's an executive meeting at 3 p.m.”
“Oh, right—I forgot. Tell everyone to gather in the conference room.”
“Understood.”
Suhyun glanced at Minseo before leaving. Executive meeting...? Minseo overheard while eating. It was the weekly gathering of the mafia's top executives. He'd attended every week before, so he knew all about it. But now it had nothing to do with him...
“You'll come to the meeting too, Minseo.” Hayoung set down her fork.
Flinch— Minseo looked up at her. “M-Me...?”
Steak sauce smeared on his mouth, eyes wide—he was unbearably cute. “Of course~ You've got lots of old colleagues there. Be in the conference room by 3. You know where it is, right?”
“...Yes.”
The word no rose in his throat, but repeated lessons had taught him rebellion led to bitter regret. He forced it down.
Back in his room—with just a single bed and bathroom—Minseo sank into deep worry. Why summon me? I'm not an executive anymore.
I betrayed the colleagues I lived and worked with for a year. They'd hate seeing me—that's natural.
But that wasn't his real concern. His position was rock bottom now. If she did something awful to him in front of everyone...
He rubbed his throbbing forehead. He really didn't want to go, even if it killed him.
“Haah... What do I do...”
The clock read past 2 p.m. Should he try escaping now? No... too dangerous. This was a den of tigers, crawling with martial arts experts as guards.
He clutched his head, racking his brain. He had to skip the meeting somehow. Fake illness? Roll on the floor and collapse? But he couldn't act convincingly in front of Hayoung—she made him too tense.
After minutes of agonizing, he stood from the bed. “Hoo... Deal with later problems later. Handle now first.”
He cautiously opened the door and slipped out.
“Find him quick! The boss is pissed!”
“Yes!!”
“Not here?”
“Searching now.”
Minseo woke to the clamor. What...? Did I fall asleep...?
Bang—screech—
The cabinet door flew open with a racket. Startled, Minseo looked up to see Suhyun glaring at him, breathing hard.
“Do you know what you've done?” she said as they climbed the stairs to the office.
Minseo had hidden in the maids' changing room locker, figuring they wouldn't check there. But he'd dozed off...
......
He had no words. It was an impulsive act without any escape plan.
“Hayoung's furious. Good luck.”
At the office, she shoved him inside. Screech— The door sounded unnaturally ominous today.
“Suhyun. Good work. Out.”
Hayoung's voice was clipped. Cold sweat trickled down Minseo's back.
Bang—
“...I was wrong...”
He steadied his trembling voice, but she cut him off. “Why'd you run?” Her tone was ice-cold and rigid.
“.....”
Excuses were pointless; he stayed silent.
“Fine... Kang Minseo. Let's do this, then. Strip and hands on the wall.”
She pointed to the wall by the desk. Regret flooded him already. His body chilled, limbs shaking. Docilely, he went to the wall, fumbled off his oversized clothes with trembling hands, and braced against it. His pale white ass faced her.
Hayoung pulled a wooden paddle from the desk drawer and approached. Minseo's heart pounded wildly.
“Thirty strikes from now. Count them out loud. Miss a count, collapse, or moan? Start over. No crying—endure it.”
She spoke coldly, paddle raised. Minseo squeezed his eyes shut.
Crack—
“Hngh!!! One...!”
The searing pain shooting through his ass was unlike anything before. He stifled a groan and counted. The agony spread everywhere, too much to bear. No breather—the paddle swung again.
Crack—
“Hic—! T-Two!”
His ass dipped from the pain; he couldn't hold back the whimper.
“Start over. Do better, Minseo.”
Just two strikes, and his white cheeks glowed red. His legs wobbled.
“Can't handle it already? That won't do. Want me to jerk your cock while I hit? Might give you strength.”
She gripped his cock hard.
“Hnnngh!”
Minseo groaned in pained stimulation. “Hic... S-Sorry...”
“Too late.”
She swung again. Crackkk—
“Hic...!”
Tears welled as pain wracked him. “No count? Again. Straighten up.”
She nudged his quivering legs with her foot.
Crack— “Hng... One..!”
Crackkk— “Hng... Two!”
Crack—
Each strike made his limp cock swing wildly amid his torment. On the eighth—
Thud—
“Hiiik—!!”
Pain shattered his limit; his legs buckled, and he collapsed. His face was a tear-streaked mess.
“Start over. Up.”
Hayoung's voice remained icy, unmoved by his sobs.
“Hnnngh... I was wrong, Master... I'll obey from now on... please...”
Tears streaming, Minseo knelt, clutching her pant leg naked and pleading. He looked utterly pathetic.
“Haa...”
Hayoung sighed, bent down, wiped his tears with her hand, and said flatly, “Get up and brace the wall again.”