Hayoung's Business Trip
"Hey, you... if you cum before my turn, you're dead."
Seoyeong laid down the threat to Minseo, eyeing the dice that had landed on 6, anxious he might finish first.
"Haa... haa..."
But Minseo's stomach was already heaving, his breaths ragged and labored.
"Ready?"
Hayoung's soft hand caressed his balls before slowly sliding up to his cock, gently squeezing the tip.
"Ngh..." Squelch— Her pale hand gave his shaft a single stroke, and Minseo's firm thighs quivered pitifully.
"You've still got five more to go~"
Hayoung's hand moved in lewd, teasing motions, making his cock throb like it was in heat under her touch. Schlick—schlick—squelch— Slick with precum, her hand pumped his shaft three times, soft and relentless.
Minseo's ass clenched cutely with every aching stroke of her fingers. The Aneros still buzzing inside him refused to let him rest, driving him out of his mind.
Aah... I'm going insane...
His body trembled violently, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, barely holding back the pleasure.
Two more strokes from Hayoung, and drool now spilled from Minseo's open mouth in thick strands. Drip—drip— Unable to contain himself, clear fluid leaked from his tip, heating up the women watching the spectacle.
"S... Sis, my turn."
Seoyeong, who had been staring entranced, snapped out of it and rolled the dice.
"Fuck."
It was a 1.
"Pfft—hurry up."
Yujin snickered at the sight, looking smug.
"If you cum before my turn, you're done for."
With that, Seoyeong clamped down hard on his cock—grip—
"Ughhh—!!"
Minseo's hips jerked like a motor had kicked in, a pained groan escaping him. Squelch— "Hic—"
Her hand slid up and down once, and his head snapped back, the coffee cup clenched in his teeth rattling wildly. The skirt hem he'd been holding in his mouth slipped down again.
"Minseo, you have to hold it properly. Drop it one more time, and you'll get punished."
Hayoung's voice was gentle as she tucked the skirt hem back into his mouth and stroked his ass.
Please... stop... please...
Minseo could barely endure the hazy pleasure clouding his mind. The urge to cum was building relentlessly... and if he did, an overwhelming wave of bliss would crash over him.
He glanced down at the tiny coffee cup he was supposed to aim into.
F... fuck... impossible...
Aiming perfectly into that small cup and catching every drop... it was way too hard. Minseo shook his head with a desperate expression, but the next dice roll was already underway.
It landed on... 5.
Instinct told him he couldn't survive this one. He was at his limit. And Yujin... she'd been rough with him.
"Grrgh—!!"
Yujin seized his cock roughly, and his lips trembled pitifully.
"Aim straight."
She smirked, sensing he was on the brink, then her hand blurred through five brutal strokes in an instant. Schlick—schlick—squelch—squish—thwack—
"Ughh—!! Nghp—!!"
The onslaught of dizzying pleasure made his hips buck wildly, and he came. Spluuurt—!! Spurt—! Spurt—!
White semen jetted from his tip like a water gun. Minseo's arms shook as he thrust the cup forward to catch it, but in the throes of climax, his ass slammed against the table leg—thud-thud— and he ejaculated violently. Not a drop made it into the cup; it splattered everywhere.
He soiled Hayoung's pants, the table, the chair... but he was too far gone, panting harshly without a care.
"Haa— haa— hngghh—"
"Cums like he wants to get fucked hard."
Yujin remarked flatly at his wrecked state.
"Minseo, your cum's all over the place."
Hayoung sighed, stroking his thigh.
"Aaahhh—"
His body still shuddered with aftershocks, loose moans spilling out.
"Can't even do this right? Guess you need punishment~"
At Hayoung's words, Minseo's face crumpled into a teary mess.
"Sorry, am I too late?"
Chaeryeong entered the office with an awkward smile. Jiha had arrived a few minutes earlier and was waiting... and Chaeryeong was the very last to show.
"Nah, we haven't been waiting long. We had some fun entertainment anyway."
Hayoung chuckled softly, glancing at Minseo. His complexion looked utterly drained. And then... a cheerful jingle came from him.
Ting-a-ling—
"Pfft... so cute."
Seoyeong, sitting beside him, laughed at Minseo, who had his eyes squeezed shut in shame, head bowed low.
"What's with the bell?"
Chaeryeong took a seat next to Yujin, curious.
"Minseo, show Chaeryeong."
At Hayoung's words, Minseo—now seemingly resigned—lifted the skirt hem with trembling hands.
There, his cock stood rigid, veins bulging, a long string of precum dripping to soak the chair... and on the tip gleamed a tiny golden bell.
For punishment, Hayoung had cranked the Aneros to level 3 and clipped the bell to his glans. The intensified vibrations made his cock twitch endlessly, the bell jingling cutely with every spasm.
"Eek—"
Having jingled over ten times already, Minseo wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole. His mind had long gone blank from the stronger Aneros buzz. The precum flowed thicker now, stretching like cheese to puddle on the floor.
"You guys, stop tormenting Minseo so much~"
Chaeryeong seemed to take his side at his defeated look, but her faint smile suggested she wasn't serious about stopping.
"Alright—today's important agenda."
With everyone gathered, Hayoung got down to business, eyes on the softly moaning Minseo.
All the executives turned to her at once.
"I'll be gone for three days starting the day after tomorrow."
???
"Huh?"
"What the hell?"
The executives reacted variably, baffled.
"Got a sudden business trip abroad. It was decided last-minute, so no helping it."
They nodded in understanding at her explanation.
Minseo hadn't known either. A business trip out of nowhere... Even amid the heat of pleasure, his eyes widened in shock.
Hic... haa... so just Suhyun for three days...?
As if reading his mind, Hayoung continued.
"Oh, and Suhyun's coming with me."
"Eh...? Then here..."
Chaeryeong blinked at the news.
"Right. We need an executive to run things for three days."
The moment Hayoung finished, the executives' gazes sharpened.
Staying here for three days meant... being with Minseo. Which meant... free rein over him.
"Me!! I'll do it!!"
Seoyeong shot up, slamming the table with a booming shout.
"Seoyeong, don't you have a ton of work? I'm free lately... Sis, let me handle this tough job?"
Chaeryeong jumped in without backing down.
"I'm free too."
Yujin chimed in bluntly from where she'd been listening.
"Mm... I have plenty of time too, Hayoung sis."
Of course, Jiha as well.
"Heh... knew it'd be like this. Fighting over how to devour Minseo?"
Hayoung smiled knowingly and circled behind Minseo's subtly trembling chair.
"Then... why don't we ask Minseo? Who he wants to be with while I'm gone for three days?"
As she spoke, her hand trailed his nape... then slipped deep under his maid top.
Her fingers pinched his nipple, and Minseo reacted beautifully, moaning out.
"Ngh—!"
The squishy pinch sent him reeling, the bell on his tip jingling vigorously—ting-a-ling—ting-a-ling—
"Well? Speak up."
Hayoung kept tormenting his nipple without mercy.
"Ah... ngh...!"
Suddenly thrust into the spotlight, Minseo felt like he was on pins and needles. His cock throbbed obliviously, shaking the bell. Ting—ting—
"The bell's answering."
Yujin quipped, watching it jingle from the pleasure.
"Pfft—"
Seoyeong snorted at Yujin's line.
"So... Kang Minseo, who?"
Jiha crossed her arms, glaring at him.
Minseo turned slowly, scanning the executives... their eyes burned with a savage promise to wreck him if he didn't pick them. Terrifying, icy stares demanding he choose them.
He couldn't pick one. No way.
Fuck... I can't choose... can't handle the fallout... no way...
Terrified, Minseo stammered slowly.
"Hic... haa... c-can't... choose..."
"Eek—!"
At his refusal, Hayoung pinched harder, twisting his nipple viciously.
"Can't even choose this? Man, Minseo needs a lot of attention—"
"Then fairly—let's do rock-paper-scissors. Or ladders."
Hayoung beamed at the executives.
They nodded in agreement.
"Fine."
"Sounds good."
"No complaints then."
And so... the fateful ladder game began, to decide who would enjoy three days with Minseo.
Groan... please just leave me alone...
Alongside the writhing, pleasure-tortured Minseo.