Jiha's Punishment
Vrooom—The gray sedan sped along the road with Minseo and Jiha inside. And... the car was filled with nothing but silence.
Fuck... it's not a kidnapping... but still... Was it a blessing in disguise? Minseo had been relieved to wake up without being kidnapped. When he emerged after washing up, Jiha was waiting for him, impeccably dressed. The fact that she'd come to pick him up so early... probably meant she planned to torment him plenty today, right...? Minseo deliberately avoided looking at her, staring out the window instead. The old Minseo would have enjoyed the rare glimpse of the outside world after so long, but heading to whatever fate awaited him... there was no way he could feel good about it.
Still, he knew that if he went along passively... the worst possible outcome awaited. So the only thing he could do now was... sincerely beg for forgiveness. Minseo slowly turned his head—and looked at Jiha. She, who had also been gazing out the window like him, turned at the feel of his eyes on her.
"What."
It was a single word, curt and cold... but from it, Minseo clearly realized how she saw him now. Back when she was his secretary, the Jiha he knew hadn't been like this. She'd always had a kind smile and a warm, gentle voice. The reason she'd changed so much now... was probably because she'd been deeply shocked, right...?
Gulp—Minseo swallowed once... then opened his mouth.
"Ji... Jiha... I really should have told you sooner..."
"Call me Ms. Jiha. Our positions aren't the same anymore, are they?"
Minseo's cautious words were cut off by Jiha. At her icy glare and frigid tone... he felt a terror like a tiger was right in front of him. Still, harboring a faint hope that he might change things even a little, Minseo continued slowly.
"Ms. Jiha... I'm truly sorry... really... I can imagine how huge the betrayal must have felt... how hard it must have been for you, more than I could ever understand..."
Minseo poured out his words one by one, sincerely. Of course, part of it was not wanting to be tormented by her, but what he said now was genuine. Back when he'd first become a slave, his mind had been too chaotic and exhausted to even think of Jiha. But that was an excuse, too. From Jiha's perspective... if a boss she'd loyally followed and lived alongside suddenly vanished... and turned out to be a spy... the betrayal and rage would be indescribable.
After Minseo finished speaking... a few seconds of silence passed. At last—Jiha's voice came.
"Tsk... haa..."
A cigarette dangled from her lips.
"I get it. You couldn't tell me because you were a spy. No one wants to reveal their true identity, even to trusted colleagues."
Jiha exhaled smoke out the open window and continued.
"You vanished suddenly because Sister Hayoung kidnapped you... and after that, you had no way to contact me. You probably didn't have time to worry about me."
"So... in a way, you had your reasons. Right?"
Jiha's lips curved slightly upward as she looked at him. Minseo nodded slowly, frozen in place.
Is she... understanding...?
The car had apparently arrived at its destination and stopped, but Jiha kept talking.
"I... get it. I do. But..."
She handed her cigarette butt to a subordinate waiting outside the window.
"That... has nothing to do with forgiveness, does it?"
At those words, Minseo's lips trembled.
Right... understanding didn't automatically mean forgiveness. Even if she understood... it could be treated as something entirely separate.
"M... Ms. Jiha..."
"You have no idea how deep the betrayal cut me, Minseo."
Jiha laughed incredulously as she opened the car door.
"So... let's take your punishment nice and hard today?"
With that, the door on Minseo's side jerked open too.
Startled by the sudden opening, Minseo whipped around.
"Mmph—! Mmph—!!"
And then—a subordinate swiftly clamped a handkerchief over Minseo's nose and mouth. He struggled and flailed to escape... but soon his body went limp, and he passed out. Jiha watched impassively.
"Get ready."
She ordered her subordinates.
"Hngh... ha... where... am I..."
Minseo blinked his eyes open slowly, scanning his surroundings as consciousness returned. Dim yellow lighting in a dingy room... and several subordinates standing around. Among them... he spotted a few familiar faces from his executive days.
"Kang Minseo. You're awake."
And in front of him... Jiha squatted, staring down at him.
"Hik!"
Minseo flinched—and tried to scramble up, but something was off. Something that should have been there... wasn't. Pat-pat—Realizing he was naked, he bowed his head in shame.
"Kh... g-give me... clothes..."
"Minseo, you still haven't grasped the situation."
Slap—As soon as she finished speaking, Jiha struck his cheek with her palm. His head snapped to the side weakly, stinging pain making him stagger. Bewilderment, terror. And an indescribable sorrow tore through him. And then Minseo realized. He was already deep in the tiger's den... Resistance was pointless...
"Kneel. You can't do anything here anyway."
At her words... facing reality, Minseo slowly knelt naked. In front of Jiha's subordinates.
"Hoo... see that chair over there?"
Jiha pointed to a chair in the middle of the room. Nod—Minseo nodded, fear coloring his face.
"Just sit there and endure it. Easy, right?"
Endure... what...? What the hell... Minseo stared at the chair in confusion, and then... shit... something protruded from it. Like a...
"Yeah, it's a dildo. Endure it with that shoved in."
Jiha smirked as if confirming the kill.
"So... turn around. Nice and proper."
Jiha squeezed a thick glob of gel onto her hand and commanded.
"Hng... Ms. Jiha... this... this is too much..."
Minseo shook his head frantically, on the verge of tears, but...
"Gonna sit without lube? It'll hurt like hell. Suit yourself."
Jiha was utterly ruthless.
"Agh... I'll... do it..."
Realizing pleas were useless, Minseo slowly lifted his hips and approached her. Showing her his anus up close for the first time made his face burn crimson.
"Such a perfect body for tormenting."
Jiha slathered gel thickly over his anus, her words ambiguous praise or insult. Occasionally tapping his cock too. Once his anus was coated messily...
"Now... sit."
Her words sent chills down Minseo's spine. Like mounting the guillotine... A black dildo jutted from the chair. If he sat... could he even get off...?
"H... how long...?"
"Until I'm satisfied."
Jiha's answer to his question was vague. Trembling, Minseo guided his legs down slowly—rubbing his anal rim against the dildo.
"Hik... ha..."
Inserting it himself was no easy task—it teased at entry but wouldn't go in. Then bit by bit—inch by inch—the dildo slowly pried into his anus.
"Hngh... ha..."
Once it was in somewhat, Minseo's thighs quivered.
"Hngh... w-wait... just a sec..."
He pleaded with Jiha, who watched, but she was merciless.
"No time-outs."
Grabbing his shoulders, she slammed him down hard.
Squelch—
"Haaahhh—!!"
The dildo plunged deep, pressing right against his prostate, seating him fully on the chair. His body shook violently as it filled him instantly, crushing his prostate.
"Already shaking like you're in heaven and we haven't even started. Tie him up."
Jiha ordered her subordinates to bind his limbs.
"Hik... hng... why... why tie me—!"
Minseo shook his head, trying to rise, but standing with the dildo in was impossible. Soon, his ankles were bound to the chair legs and his arms to the armrests, immobilizing him completely. Cock exposed and all.
"Looks good like that."
Jiha scanned him up and down.
"Hngh..."
Under her gaze, Minseo squeezed his eyes shut. And—before he could open them, Jiha's tongue forced into his mouth.
"Mmwah—"
Shocked by the sudden kiss, Minseo's eyes widened.
!!! With the kiss—some unknown pill slipped into his mouth. After passing it over, Jiha pulled away.
"Swallow."
At her cold command—gulp—Minseo swallowed without knowing what it was.
"Aphrodisiac. That's what."
And... Jiha grinned.
"A... aphrodisiac..."
He'd taken one before. At Chaeryeong's place during sex... his body had burned insanely hot. His cock itched like mad... his whole body aflame.
"Wh... why give me that..."
"I was thinking... how to torment you the worst way..."
"And then it hit me. What if you desperately want to cum... but can't? Your face would be priceless, right?"
Minseo's face drained of color at her words.
"W-wait... M-Ms. Jiha...!!"
"Gag and blindfold him."
At Jiha's order, a blindfold and gag were fastened over Minseo's desperately upturned face. Then—she pressed a button on the switch in her hand, and the dildo buried in his anus began slowly moving up—and down.
Whirr—whirr—Ruthlessly stabbing his prostate.
"Mmph—!!! Mmph—!!"
Minseo heaved his white belly, seeming desperate to say something... but...
"See you in 30 minutes, Kang Minseo."
With that, Jiha left the room.