Maid's Hallway Torments and the Perfect Ploy
The thudding footsteps of an executive climbing the stairs grew closer, and Minseo's heart began to pound wildly. Just greet her and... try not to talk too much... He focused all his nerves on his rigidly erect cock, struggling to keep his trembling body calm. And then, the executive who appeared... was Seoyeong.
She looked sharper than ever in a crisp black suit, her short red hair making her seem even more cynical. Minseo had always been intimidated by her sharp impression. And... that hadn't changed now. He was dressed in a maid outfit, nothing under the skirt, with an Aneros shoved inside him and his cock throbbing away. Of course, he'd been stripped naked and subjected to all sorts of awful things by the executives multiple times before... but still... if they saw him like this, it would be mortifying beyond belief. Somehow, this outfit felt even more humiliating than being fully nude.
"Pfft—!! What the hell did Hayoung unnie do to you this time—"
Seoyeong spotted Minseo in his maid getup and burst out laughing, clutching her stomach.
"I-It's... embarrassing... please don't laugh..."
"Kukukuk— But... it suits you so damn well? Should I get you some clothes as a gift too?"
Even as Minseo begged her to stop laughing, Seoyeong kept grinning brightly and approached him step by step.
Bzzz— bzzz— Of course, the Aneros was still vibrating relentlessly inside him, and his cock couldn't hold back against the pleasure tormenting his prostate and perineum, dribbling precum in little spurts. It was hidden by the skirt, at least.
Aah... please... just go inside already... Deep down, Minseo desperately wished Seoyeong would leave, but her eyes sparkled with interest as she stared at him.
"Aigoo— So cute~ Our Minseo~"
Seoyeong smiled warmly and stroked his hair.
"Hngh... Th-Thank... you."
Minseo bowed his head, hiding his quivering lips from the pleasure.
"Yeah, yeah. Come in once all the executives are here."
She gave him one last affectionate look, then grabbed the office doorknob.
Phew... Seoyeong seems like she'll just go in... The moment that thought crossed Minseo's mind— Seoyeong paused, releasing the knob. Her gaze shifted from tender... to sparkling with curiosity.
"Hng... Why...?"
Minseo backed away fearfully as she approached again, eyes gleaming.
"Lemme see under your skirt?"
Her excited voice rang out as her hand gripped the hem of his skirt.
"Khng— Please..."
Minseo frantically tried to stop her hand, shaking his head. That reaction alone told Seoyeong there was something fun to see. No one could stop her curiosity now.
"Move your hand if you know what's good for you... or wanna get punished right here?"
She flashed a grin while casually threatening him, and Minseo let go in resignation.
Seoyeong lifted the skirt... revealing his fully erect cock, veins bulging prominently. Between his crotch, the black Aneros was lodged deep, and a thick, honey-like glob of precum clung cutely to the glans.
"...Whoa... fucking delicious-looking."
Seoyeong's jaw dropped, her eyes glued to his cock in awe.
"S-Seoyeong... please... stop staring..."
"Hold still."
Her voice thick with excitement, she dropped to her knees for a closer look.
"Fuck... I wanna pound you right here."
She muttered lewdly in her arousal, reaching out to gently stroke his throbbing cock.
"Nngh... D-Don't... touch... ittt..."
Her soft hand touched his cock, and his thighs shivered violently.
"You're the one reacting so fucking hot... how am I supposed to stop? Huh?"
Ignoring his pleas, Seoyeong kneaded his cock, balls, and thighs in turn.
"Aahngh... F-For real..."
Her soft, sensual kneading was pure agony for Minseo. His whole body was hypersensitive from the Aneros, amplifying every touch to maddening levels. Each squeeze sent electric jolts through him, his waist twitching uncontrollably in waves of pleasure.
"Look at that waist jerking. Decided to seduce me outright?"
Seoyeong teased him cruelly, groping deeper into his body.
"And why's this twitching so much?"
Soon, she grabbed his pale, firm ass cheeks roughly with both hands.
"Haaahhh... N-Nooo... Nooo..."
His white ass was ravaged in her grip, Minseo's body spasming as his cock throbbed wildly. His mind melted, his body burned hot. Precum flowed like water from her stimulation.
Seoyeong spent a few more minutes under his skirt, tormenting his body.
"Hahk... Hngh... Hahk..."
Minseo was dazed, on the brink of losing it completely, leaning against the wall and panting raggedly. A little more, and he'd have spurted cum everywhere.
"Was I too rough...? Saw your body after so long and got carried away... kukuku. Anyway, hurry in. I'll wait inside."
With that, Seoyeong dusted off her knees and sauntered into the office.
"Hngh... Already exhausted..."
Minseo leaned against the wall, trying to calm his overheated body. The Aneros's relentless vibrations made it impossible, though.
A few minutes passed... and another car pulled up to Hayoung's mansion. Who this time...?
"What are you doing?"
An icy, low voice. It was Han Yujin in her burgundy suit.
"Hng... Hello..."
"Hayoung's orders?"
Yujin eyed Minseo's flushed, struggling face with indifference.
"Y-Yes..."
Minseo still felt awkward around Yujin, so he avoided her gaze while answering.
"..."
Yujin glanced at him, her expression unchanging—still stoic. As she reached for the office door... something caught her eye. On the marble floor... a few drops of clear fluid. From under Minseo's skirt.
Whoosh— Without hesitation, Yujin lifted his skirt.
"Can't go dripping water everywhere like a slob. Right?"
She smirked knowingly at his exposed cock, then gripped it roughly.
"Nnghk... I-I'm sorryyy..."
Terrified by her cold tone, Minseo trembled, whimpering from the painful squeeze.
"Clean it up properly."
With that, Yujin released his cock with a firm squeeze and entered the office.
"Haa... Haa..." Like I wanna drip it, damn it... for real...
Minseo panted, his chest tight with injustice. The precum kept leaking carelessly, infuriating him. Leaning against the wall, he endured the Aneros's demonic pleasure without respite. Each time a drop threatened to fall, he pitifully caught it in his hand.
Fuck... seriously... spy... I'll catch you for sure... Every time tears welled from his miserable fall into sex slavery, his resolve to catch the spy only grew stronger.
Fate? A joke? As Minseo thought that, the suspected spy maid—Jiyu—approached.
Minseo's wide eyes met hers, and Jiyu noticed his outfit too, their gazes locking. But Minseo averted his eyes, thinking he couldn't approach rashly. Suspicion would end everything. He'd be Hayoung and the executives' sex slave forever.
Jiyu seemed about to pass by, her maid skirt fluttering. Then—! Minseo's hand grabbed her wrist.
Stunned by the sudden grab, Jiyu's eyes widened as she looked at him. Slowly lifting his head, Minseo spoke with pitiful, trembling lips from shame.
"Hngghh... C-Can I... have some tissue...?"
"...Tissue?"
Jiyu's gaze drifted under his skirt.
"Th-There's... too much precum..."
Minseo's face burned, barely able to speak.
"Ah... I'll... give you some..."
Jiyu swallowed hard and handed him tissues from her pocket.
Ah... he felt so good when I fucked him last time... Jiyu recalled ravishing the blindfolded Minseo in the garden.
Minseo slightly lifted his skirt, pressing the tissue to his pleasure-soaked, throbbing glans.
Whoa... fuck... so hot... this'll be my jerk-off material tonight.
Jiyu inhaled the lewd scent from under his skirt, growing aroused as she watched his cock. Precum stretched like honey from it, the glans already slick and glistening.
Minseo slowly wiped the precum-coated glans with the tissue.
"Aahk— Hk—"
The tissue's touch made him moan dizzily, legs clamping together as he twitched.
Jiyu stared blankly, entranced, not even blinking.
"Hnght... Thanks..."
Under her blatant stare, Minseo quickly wiped up and dropped the skirt, flustered.
"No problem..."
"Hng... Yujin scolded me earlier... for dripping precum... Thank you..."
Minseo bowed, a faint moan slipping out with his gratitude.
And then—
"Um... if it's okay... could I get your name...? I don't know the maids' names..."
Flushed and shy from the pleasure, Minseo asked timidly.
Hearing him, Jiyu—without a shred of suspicion—cheerfully replied.
"Seo Jiyu. Nice to meet you properly."
She smiled at him sweetly, as if pleased, then walked past. Having ogled his lean, toned body and that lewd, massive cock up close, Jiyu's judgment was clouded by lust. If he'd asked outright, she might've suspected Does he know I'm the spy? But her sex-addled brain took it as them getting closer, leaving her in a good mood.
And... everything had gone exactly according to Minseo's plan.