Gift Box
"Ugh—"
Was it because the sex with Suhyun last night was too intense? Minseo opened his eyes in bed, but he kept burrowing deeper under the covers, not wanting to get up.
"Just... five more minutes...? But what time is it now..."
Rubbing his eyes from within the cozy blankets, Minseo glanced at the clock.
Eh... Huh...? What...?!
Fuck. 9 o'clock? 9 o'clock?!?
"I'm screwed!!"
Minseo bolted upright in shock. His daily routine was set to start at 8 a.m.—Hayoung had made it that way. Since moving into the mansion, he'd never once been late... until today, his first slip-up.
Will Hayoung punish me for being late?
That thought flashed through his mind first, filling him with dread as he dashed to the bathroom.
Knock knock knock—
"Huff... huff... It's Minseo, Master..."
His hair still damp, Minseo panted heavily as he knocked on Hayoung's office door.
"Come in."
Hayoung's voice held no trace of anger—or so it seemed, but you couldn't tell without seeing her face.
Creeeak—
The door opened, revealing Hayoung at her desk, glasses on, reviewing paperwork.
"M-Master... I... I must've been too tired yesterday..."
Minseo stammered, gauging her mood.
"Come closer."
Hayoung kept her eyes on the documents, speaking flatly without looking up.
Oh no... Is she mad? Even her calm demeanor looked sharp and angry in Minseo's eyes. Am I really getting stripped again first thing in the morning?
Terrified, Minseo edged toward her slowly.
"Overslept, huh?"
As Minseo reached her side, Hayoung set down the papers and turned, her voice soft.
"...Y-Yes..."
Her gentle tone did nothing to ease Minseo's tension—he'd been through too many lewd torments to let his guard down.
Smooth—
Hayoung locked eyes with him, her hand drifting slowly toward his ass. The soft touch made Minseo tremble faintly.
"Eek—"
Ah... So it is happening... What do I do...
Unable to resist, Minseo squeezed his eyes shut.
Watching him, a smile crept across Hayoung's lips. She patted his ass and said,
"Fine. Whatever. You get tired sometimes. Just don't be late next time."
With that pat, she withdrew her hand.
M... What? She's not gonna do it?
Minseo slowly opened his tightly shut eyes, relief washing over him as she pulled away. Lately, Hayoung had been treating him more leniently, which lifted his spirits a bit—oblivious to her dark intentions.
I'll strip him later anyway... No need to rush now.
Hayoung glanced at the box beside her, imagining Minseo's reaction when he opened it. Shock? Surprise? Blushing embarrassment? Whatever it was, it'd be fun. She couldn't wait to play with him—though to him, it wouldn't feel like play.
Something's off... Why's she smirking like that?
Seeing Hayoung's upturned lips, Minseo grew uneasy, sensing some scheme. But what could he do? He was her slave. If she said strip, he stripped; eat, he ate; shake, he shook whatever she wanted. His position: sex slave.
Every time he remembered that, misery hit him hard. Still, he was grateful she'd taken him in instead of letting him die from that gunshot. Minseo had grown up tough, his mentality sturdier than most—except when it came to the awful stuff.
His cock, ass, nipples—when his body was ravaged like that, sensitive Minseo could barely cope. Pleasure overtook his mind, making it impossible to think straight. Just recalling those countless ordeals made his body shiver now.
But he'd endure. He had to. He couldn't live as a slave forever. He'd wait for his chance.
Clenching his fists, Minseo steeled himself again, picturing his escape.
"Eat first, then come back. I'll give you work after."
"Yes, Master."
Creeeak—
The door shut, and Minseo headed downstairs to the kitchen.
Thud-thud—
And then, the sound of heels approaching from afar. Suhyun, striding confidently in her usual gray suit.
Ugh... I didn't want to run into her...
Feeling her draw near, Minseo bit his lip slightly.
What if she uses that masturbation video to blackmail me into getting fucked again anytime she wants...?
Desperate to avoid her, Minseo racked his brain in those brief seconds. Pretend to accidentally break her phone...?
...I'd still get fucked. Suhyun would see right through it. And who says the video's only on her phone?
No good options. Minseo kept his eyes glued to the floor, avoiding her gaze.
"Minseo."
Suhyun's stiff, businesslike voice called his name.
"W-What...?"
"The real thing's better than the video. You."
She said it flatly, then continued up the stairs.
!!!
F-Fuck... Blackmail? That's what she meant...?
Understanding hit him, his pupils shaking. What now...? I'm not just losing escape chances—I'm getting tamed as a slave.
His head throbbed as he trudged powerlessly to the kitchen.
"Kang Minseo."
Hayoung called out to Minseo, who was diligently sorting paperwork.
"Y-Yes!!"
From the towering stack, he responded energetically to her voice.
"Almost done?"
"Y-Yeah!! Almost!!"
Why's she asking if it's done? Puzzled by her cryptic behavior, Minseo tilted his head.
Then it hit him.
Ah... Is it because of the walk?
"Master... Is it about the walk?"
His hands kept moving as he spoke.
"Yeah. Hurry up. They're waiting."
"Or... you could go ahead..."
"I wanna go with you."
Hayoung grinned brightly.
Her childlike smile made Minseo flinch slightly.
What...? Why's she being nicer to me lately...? Even wants to walk together...
His situation improving felt good, but unease crept in too. Good things never lasted forever.
"Done, Master."
Minseo finished sorting and stood.
"Haaah— Shall we start our walk? I'm so excited~"
What's so exciting about a walk? Isn't it just walking?
Hayoung's odd words stirred strangeness and anxiety in Minseo.
And soon, that anxiety turned to certainty.
Thud—
"Minseo. Open it."
Hayoung placed a black box with a red ribbon in front of him.
"This is...?"
"A gift for you."
"...Huh...?"
Her sudden words widened Minseo's eyes.
"Open it. Quick."
Hayoung urged with a smile.
Caught off guard by the gift, Minseo panicked. A gift out of nowhere...? After tormenting me so much, is this compensation...? What's her angle...?
Still, it was a gift. Hoping for the best, he opened the box with a flicker of expectation.
W... What the hell is this...?
Minseo froze solid at the contents.
"Minseo."
Hayoung's lewd voice followed.
Inside the box: a black dog collar... and a black-furred tail plug for his ass.
"M-Master..."
His voice trembling, Minseo slowly looked up at her.
"I've always wanted to raise a puppy."
Hayoung approached softly, her words gentle.
Smooth—
Her hand caressed his nape tenderly. Minseo flinched, stiffening.
"N-No... Please..."
He begged in a quivering voice.
Wear this for a walk...? There'll be bodyguards and maids in the park... Just imagining it is horrifying. Everyone in the mansion already knew what he endured... but this was too humiliating.
"Since when did you have a choice?"
Her tone chilled at his plea.
"Th-This isn't right... okay? I'll do better..."
Minseo persisted, trying to persuade her.
"Want me to show you how to train a disobedient dog?"
Her hand trailed from his nape to chest, waist, hips.
"Hnn..."
Terrified by her words, Minseo shrank. He hated pain—remembering the spankings alone made his body numb with fear.
"M-Master..."
He gazed at her pitifully, but
"Strip naked and get on all fours. Dogs walk on four legs."
She issued her lewd command.
Biting his lip hard, Minseo's trembling hands began undressing at her order.
Shh—
His top and bottoms fell limply to the floor. He removed his last piece: his panties.
Hic... So humiliating...
He'd been tormented naked countless times, but stripping himself in front of her never got easier—the shame never faded.
As he hung his head in humiliation, Hayoung laughed and commanded again.
"Was a dog supposed to walk on two legs?"
"Hnn... Master, please..."
Minseo shook his head timidly in feeble resistance.
Her smiling face hardened instantly.
"Sigh... Making me repeat myself... Time to fix that habit."
Patience gone, Hayoung sighed deeply.
"Before the walk... let's give you a spanking first."
Her eyes narrowed, glaring at the now-naked Kang Minseo.