Minseo's Day
"Beer while watching a movie... Sounds like you had a nice time, Minseo?"
Hayoung sliced her toast while flashing a sly grin, her gaze settling gently on Minseo across from her.
"N-no... Yeah..."
Minseo mumbled, staring down at the toast in front of him. The previous night, he'd been tormented so relentlessly that he hadn't watched even half the movie before dozing off soundly beside Chaeryeong. That morning, she'd driven him back to Hayoung's mansion. There had been a bit of light skinship on the way—just a little—but thankfully, it hadn't gone further, leaving Minseo relieved.
After Chaeryeong dropped him off and left, here he was now, sitting face-to-face with Hayoung over breakfast. Well, not exactly breakfast—American-style toast and bacon. The fresh veggies blended perfectly with the perfectly melted cheese, making it look mouthwateringly delicious as a first meal. But Minseo couldn't bring himself to take a single bite.
It felt like he was in an interrogation room. Hayoung grilled him with questions that bordered on an inquisition, beaming all the while as she asked what he'd done with Chaeryeong. Left with no choice, Minseo recounted everything that had happened before the sex, as best he could.
He had zero desire to tell her how he'd been raped like a madman in front of her. Because if Hayoung got excited hearing the story and decided to pounce on him right here... Just imagining it made his body tremble. Clutching his still-aching waist, Minseo forced an awkward smile, praying she wouldn't press further.
"Hmm... Is that all?"
But Hayoung fixed him with a look that said she knew everything, staring intently.
"Eek..."
Minseo flinched in surprise.
"No matter how I think about it, that doesn't sound like the end of it?"
Hayoung let out a soft, giggling laugh, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"W-well, you see..."
Minseo hesitated, glancing at her face. Do I have to say it...? She won't really jump me if I do, right...? It's 11 a.m.... She wouldn't, would she...? Hayoung must have work to do...>
His mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts as he agonized over whether to speak up.
"Why don't you want to tell me?"
Hayoung suddenly stood up from the table.
"N-no, it's not that! I was just trying to figure out how to say it!!"
Minseo blurted in panic at the sight of her rising, desperate to calm her down.
"Oh? Then tell me."
Hayoung sat back down, her voice soft and coaxing. More than anyone, she knew exactly how to handle Minseo. When he hesitated, showing him through actions that she meant business was the most effective way to make him talk.
So predictable. Our Minseo is.
Hayoung thought to herself, noting how transparently his emotions played across his face.
With no other choice, Minseo slowly recounted everything that had happened with Chaeryeong. How she'd slipped an aphrodisiac into his beer, gotten him desperate, and half-forced him into sex. How, consumed by her boiling lust, she'd dragged him to some basement-like room, restrained him, and raped him like a maniac... Even the dildo shoved into his ass—he told her everything.
Of course, he didn't get too graphic or detailed... But throughout it all, Hayoung's lips kept curving upward in an unrelenting grin, her face lit with delight. Seeing that expression made Minseo a little uneasy, but what could he do? If he didn't come clean now and she found out later... He'd just get tormented again. Better to nip it in the bud beforehand.
"Mmm~ Chaeryeong does love sex a ton."
Ah... So that's why she had that meaningful look back then.
Minseo finally understood the cryptic smile Hayoung had given him when he'd said he was meeting Chaeryeong. She'd already anticipated he'd be fucked out of his mind.
Part of him found Hayoung a bit infuriating for that. Not that there was anything he could do about it.
"So... how'd it feel with the aphrodisiac?"
Hayoung asked again, curiosity piqued.
"...W-will you make me take it...?"
Minseo's voice trembled with worry.
Hayoung burst into laughter at his wide-eyed, puppy-like caution. "Pfft—"
"What? Want me to make you?"
Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she circled the table and slid into the seat beside him.
"I don't wanna..."
Minseo shrank back as she settled next to him.
"But I really wanna see you desperate and losing your mind?"
Hayoung ruffled his hair, her gaze turning lewd.
"Eek... Mistress..."
Minseo leaned back as far as he could as she drew closer. But he hit the limit, and the distance between them shrank bit by bit—inch by inch—until her breath ghosted against his skin. His heart pounded wildly.
From tension...? Fear...? Before he could even identify the feeling, she leaned in and whispered low into his ear.
"Wanna take a walk tomorrow? Out front of the mansion?"
??? What the hell...?
Sudden walk out of nowhere...? Just do it if we're walking... What's with tomorrow? Do people schedule that kinda thing...?
Minseo's eyes widened at her out-of-the-blue suggestion.
"You gonna do it...? Or talk...?"
Her warm breath brushed his cheek, making him jolt.
"Y-yeah... I'll do it..."
Minseo answered without thinking, too rattled to judge the situation. It just felt like bad things would happen if he didn't reply fast.
Was his quick thinking spot-on? Hayoung's red lips pressed a smack against his cheek before she finally released him.
"Gotta head to work now. You've got nothing today, Minseo, so go read in the library or whatever."
She stretched and stood up.
What... was that all about...?
Minseo touched his cheek, dazed by the softness of her lips. He still had no clue what she meant by that walk. A walk more humiliating than any before...
Minseo grabbed his MP3 and headed to the library. The one the maid had given him had surprisingly good sound quality—top-notch, even. Who uses an MP3 in this day and age? But as a slave, he didn't even have a basic phone. Still, being able to listen to music was better than nothing. And since Hayoung had given permission, he could carry it around confidently.
The thought of reading while listening to tunes felt like a rare peaceful day, lifting his spirits. At the same time, it annoyed him how he was gradually getting used to this life.
When can I finally leave this place...? I wanna escape... but not right now. If I get a little closer to Hayoung... maybe an opportunity will come.
Minseo entered the library, eyes on a future chance. It was stocked with plenty of books that piqued his interest.
Huh? Does she have similar tastes to me?
He scanned the shelves, picking one that looked fun. The library was empty, perfect for him to enjoy some alone time.
"Getting oral in a place like this..."
Minseo shook his head, trying to banish the memory of Suhyun forcing him to his knees here. He grabbed the book, sat at the central table under the warm yellow lamplight, creating a cozy vibe.
"Phew... Nice."
He plugged in his earbuds, started the music, and dove into the book. The relaxed melody healed his soul like balm. With the gentle tunes, he read page by page, absorbed.
Two hours... three hours passed. Lost in the story, a faint rustle came from beside him.
What...? Someone there?
Minseo turned at the presence next to him.
"Whoa—!"
He yelped, startling upright. There, slouched indifferently in the seat beside him, was Suhyun. Neat in her gray suit, chin propped on her hand, staring at him.
"Why so jumpy?"
Suhyun rubbed her ear like he'd been too loud.
"W-when did you get here...?"
"Ten minutes ago?"
Ten minutes...? She was here for ten whole minutes and I didn't notice? How immersed was I...?
"Haha... Sorry. Got too into it, I guess."
Minseo scratched his head.
"Books that fun?"
Suhyun asked, genuinely curious.
"That's why you read 'em, right? Wanna try?"
Minseo smiled and offered her the book.
"No. Boring."
Without even looking... What am I supposed to do about that...?
He almost felt hurt by her bluntness, but that was just her personality. She felt a bit softer now, but before, she'd been even more robotic and curt.
Staring at Suhyun as she stared back wordlessly, Minseo felt compelled to say something.
Why does she keep looking...? Making me nervous... Change the subject.
"Then... wanna listen to some music...?"
He pulled out one earbud and handed it over.
She eyed it, paused... then took it and popped it in her ear.
A soft ballad played from the MP3. She listened for a few seconds, then—pop.
"Boring."
She removed the earbud and stared at him again.
What am I supposed to do if it's boring...?
Feeling like she was blaming him, Minseo swallowed hard, uneasy. Watching her repeatedly come close and call things boring left him at a loss.
Is she asking me to entertain her...?
Then—whoosh—Suhyun leaned forward, thrusting her face right up to his.
"W-what...?"
Her blank expression shifted, lips curving into a smile.
"But... you're fun."
Minseo froze, a chill racing down his spine at her words. Fuck... I'm getting fucked again...
He could instinctively sense what was coming next.