The MP3 Breakthrough
"...Hoo... What's wrong with this guy."
Hayoung stared at Minseo, who was lying in bed groaning and moaning. It had been a day since they returned to her mansion, but perhaps because Jiha had handled him too roughly... Minseo had come down with a proper flu.
"...S-sorry... Unnie. It's been a while, so I got a bit carried away..."
Jiha scratched her head with a sorry look on her face. Of course, she hid the fact that she'd tormented him even more viciously out of revenge.
"Yeah... It's a miracle you didn't break him. Go home and rest up."
Hayoung lightly patted Jiha's shoulder. With a final bow, Jiha headed home.
Plop—
"Kang Minseo. You okay?"
Hayoung asked with an expressionless face. Was she just worried her toy might break... or genuinely concerned that he was hurting? From Minseo's position, there was no way to tell.
Still... still... one thing was clear. Hayoung had a shred of humanity.
"Hnggh—! Hayoung-nim—! I missed you so much—! Hic—!"
Minseo dragged his aching body over and tightly hugged Hayoung's waist.
'What's with him...?'
Hayoung was slightly flustered by Minseo's sudden burst of affection, but she didn't show it on the outside.
"Looks like you got thoroughly wrecked."
Hayoung thought of it as a reward for his suffering and gently stroked his head.
"Uhngh... Hic..."
Minseo poured out all the tears he'd been holding back in his sorrow. Jiha's torment had left a deep shock on him. Now, that woman had burrowed into the marrow of his bones as an object of terror.
If Jiha had been the head of the Baekhwa organization... Minseo would have been utterly ruined by now.
As his fear of Jiha etched deeper and deeper, Minseo sobbed uncontrollably at Hayoung's side.
After eating the porridge and medicine Hayoung fed him, Minseo fell into a deep sleep.
"Mmm— Nng—"
Minseo had slept deeply... and slowly opened his eyes. He turned his head to check the clock—it was already 6 PM.
His back was so stiff he could barely move, and his body felt weak.
'Lee Jiha...'
Minseo recalled the memories of being utterly ravaged by her. She'd fed him aphrodisiacs to drive him mad with lust... tormented his cock insanely... fucked him like crazy. She was such a... terrifying... woman.
The secretary he'd once known was gone. Now, there was only the Jiha who existed to torment him.
But now that she was an executive... he might have to face her again and again. He needed a plan... a countermeasure.
And the one card he had left. The maid suspected of being a spy for the Baekhwa organization... Jiyu. He had to find proof that she was a spy. And which side she was on.
Right now, bedridden with the flu, he had a bit of freedom. They'd probably let him move around a little.
Minseo propped himself up against the headboard from his lying position. He had to catch her somehow. That was the only way to escape this slave status.
Just as Minseo finished that thought—the door opened.
Creeeak—
"You're awake."
A flat voice. It was Suhyun. She held porridge and medicine in her hands.
"...Hello... Suhyun-nim..."
It was their first face-to-face since the anal masturbation video incident.
'Even she wouldn't make a sick guy strip... If she tries, I'll scream...'
Minseo swallowed nervously with a hint of tension. And as if she could read his mind, Suhyun spoke.
"Don't worry. I'm just here to feed you porridge today."
Suhyun said indifferently, setting the porridge on the small table by the bed and sitting in the chair beside it.
"...Okay..."
Minseo sighed in relief, patting his chest.
"Open your mouth."
...She could just say 'ahh'... 'Open your mouth' is so cold...
Minseo felt Suhyun's speech was still as stiff as ever. But what could he do? She was personally feeding a sick guy... he had to accept it.
Ahh—
Minseo eagerly ate the porridge Suhyun scooped up. Nom nom— It was warm, delicious porridge with crunchy bits of vegetables.
"Where's Hayoung-nim?"
"Busy."
Suhyun's voice was curt and firm. She really seemed emotionless except during sex.
I wonder... what she's like with other people during sex...?
Minseo recalled his time having sex with Suhyun. He'd seen her smiling face... her lewd expression... her aroused look.
Did she make those faces with others too? The question popped into his mind, but instinct told him he knew the answer.
Asking Suhyun that would lead to a bad situation. So he swallowed it down.
"What're you staring at."
Suhyun noticed his gaze fixed on her and spoke coldly.
"Eek... Sorry..."
Fearing what Suhyun might do, Minseo immediately bowed his head.
"Eat."
Suhyun scooped up more porridge without reacting and fed him. Minseo slurped it down eagerly until the bowl was empty.
"Ahh— Thanks for the meal."
As he said it, Minseo gauged Suhyun's expression. Like before, she seemed to have something on her mind. Deep in thought, maybe.
'What's up...? Does Suhyun even have worries...?'
Unable to hold back his curiosity, Minseo asked.
"Um... Do you have something bothering you...?"
He asked cautiously while sipping warm water. If it was a serious issue, she might hesitate, but it came right out of Suhyun's mouth.
The problem was her brutally direct approach.
"I had sex with someone else a few days ago."
"Pffft—!!"
The moment he heard it, Minseo spectacularly spat out the water in his mouth.
"...What was that."
Suhyun spoke flatly, unfazed by the ridiculous sight.
After Minseo wiped the water with a towel... the conversation returned to normal.
"Sex... with someone else...?"
"One-night stand, or whatever."
"Ah... One-night stand..."
What...? Was Suhyun that into casual hookups...? Crazy about sex...?
Questions flooded Minseo's mind, but he had to filter them.
And the cautious question he voiced.
"Why... did you do it...?"
The answer was unexpected.
"I was curious. If sex with someone other than you would feel that good."
Suhyun stared into Minseo's eyes with her sharp gaze.
'Other than you'... that means me, right...?!
Minseo's eyes widened.
"So... what was the result...?"
"It sucked."
Hearing 'it sucked' made Minseo feel inexplicably pleased, though he couldn't pinpoint why.
Suddenly— Suhyun stood up abruptly, leaning forward until her face was closing in on his.
As her handsome face drew nearer, Minseo whipped his head away.
"Why does tormenting you feel good? Sex with you feels good, right?"
Suhyun peered intently at his face with a puzzled expression.
Minseo's face flushed red at her words.
"How would I know..."
"Maybe 'cause your dick's big. The other guy I fucked was smaller than you."
At Suhyun's unfiltered words, Minseo blushed to his ears.
"Th-that... doesn't matter..."
"Doesn't matter to me. I'll keep tormenting you and fucking you until I figure out why it feels good."
Suhyun adjusted her tie and said matter-of-factly.
"U-until you figure it out...?"
Minseo's voice trembled.
"Even if years pass... until I get a reason that satisfies me. I'll keep eating you up."
Suhyun glanced at him, picked up the empty porridge bowl, and leisurely left the room.
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.......
"She's not crazy... is she...?"
After she left, Minseo spaced out for a few seconds... then muttered softly to himself.
"Hoo... I've eaten, so let's get started."
Minseo got out of bed. His body was still trembling, his back stiff, but it wasn't unbearable.
For now... his goal was to meet the maid Jiyu. She had to be somewhere if he went out.
With that thought, Minseo flung open the door.
Just as he was about to step out, a thought flashed through his mind.
Halt—
If I approach rashly... won't she notice? Even if I do it well... if she senses something off, she'll vanish immediately.
How could he let this golden opportunity slip away so pointlessly?
Minseo went back inside, sat on the bed, and pondered deeply.
The two most important issues right now. First: how to approach her. Second: how to gather evidence.
Approach could come later, but he had no way to collect evidence. Physical documents would be ideal, but even without them... he'd need a recorder at least...
But Minseo didn't even have a basic phone.
"Haa... No phone... what now?"
Minseo clutched his throbbing head and sighed.
'Ask for help?'
Among the executives he knew, the one most likely to help was Chaeryeong. She seemed to care for him... and aside from the aphrodisiac-fueled fuck, she'd taken decent care of him.
But one thing nagged at him. If he asked for help and caught the spy... would Hayoung elevate his status?
His slave position might stay the same, ending in just praise or a pat on the head. No way. He had to catch her alone.
That way, his achievement would shine brighter.
Minseo resolved to catch the spy with his own power, without anyone's help.
"Hoo... First, how to get evidence..."
As he muttered to himself... he suddenly remembered an item he had.
Minseo rummaged through the table drawer and pulled it out.
It was... an MP3 player.
"It might... have a recording function."
With trembling hands, he turned it on and meticulously checked every feature.
"Holy... shit..."
Minseo stared at the MP3 in shock.
It had one. A recording function.
"Yes—! Got it!!"
Minseo jumped up and down on the bed in glee.
It was truly a godsend opportunity.
"I'm definitely catching you, spy."
The incident that would stake the opportunity of Minseo's lifetime was just about to unfold.