The Ladder's Cruel Verdict
Sweat began to trickle down Minseo's back as the ladder game started. And who could blame him? Depending on who he ended up with for those three days, it could turn into pure hell... or at least a somewhat tolerable version of it. If it had to be hell anyway... wouldn't a milder one be better?
Even as his body burned hot and leaked uncontrollably, Minseo had to think it through. Not that he had any real say in the matter anymore—but at least he could prepare himself mentally.
In his situation, the best executive by far was Chaeryeong. She at least took good care of him like a human being. Sure, she'd fucked him into a total mess afterward, but still, she was the lesser evil.
Next best was... Seoyeong? She'd terrified him at first, to the point his lips trembled just looking at her. But after they'd made up, she didn't seem so scary anymore. Though every time she flashed that lewd smile, his heart pounded like crazy.
The real problems started here. If it landed on Yujin or Jiha... it would be hell incarnate. He couldn't even begin to guess what Yujin was thinking—her perpetual cold, icy gaze was like a passive skill, and her emotionless face only amplified the fear. Sure, she was pretty with her sharp, well-defined features... but her actions were the complete opposite of her looks, and they terrified him. They weren't close at all, either.
And the absolute worst for him... was Jiha. Just thinking about that chair with the electric dildo, how she'd tormented him until he passed out... Ha... the terror was still etched deep into his body.
'Please... please... Chaeryeong...nim...' Minseo twitched from the Aneros, praying desperately in his mind.
"Alright then... shall we start the ladder game to decide who gets three days with Minseo?" Hayoung grinned like she was thoroughly enjoying this, pulling out her phone.
Tap-tap. She typed something in, then shoved the phone in Minseo's face.
"You pick, Minseo."
The screen showed a ladder game setup where he could choose a number... and below it were the executives' names.
"Just once. Whatever you pick is final. No complaints," Hayoung warned the executives firmly, making sure they wouldn't argue.
"Got it. Hurry up already—sis."
Seoyeong urged him on with an impatient glare, like she was about to burst.
Minseo's palms were sweating buckets in this tense moment, but the executives were just as on edge. Whoever got picked could spend three days with him—doing any positions, any sex, any torment they wanted.
Gulp. They crowded around Minseo, waiting for him to tap the number.
'Haa... haa... fuck... please, Chaeryeong...nim...' Minseo squeezed his eyes shut and tapped.
A cheerful tune played from the phone as a cute little character started climbing down the ladder. With every line it descended—one, two—Minseo's heart raced like it might explode.
And the result was...
"Kuhuu!! That's what I'm talking about!!"
Seoyeong whooped in delight, while the other executives looked distinctly displeased behind her.
Minseo felt relieved it was Seoyeong... but he couldn't show it. The other three were staring him down with hyena-like cold glares.
'Wh-what am I supposed to do about it...' It wasn't even his choice—the ladder decided—but their predatory stares made him feel so wronged.
"It's fine. You can see your big sis plenty, right?" Chaeryeong's icy expression melted instantly as she patted his shoulder, her eyes flicking slyly under his skirt.
"Y-yeah..." Minseo glanced sideways to gauge Yujin and Jiha's reactions—they still looked pissed.
Minseo had no idea yet. That this ladder's result would end up meaning nothing at all...
"Alright—now for the real business. Sit down, quick."
Hayoung, true to her role as the organization's boss, exuded her unique charisma and swiftly got the executives seated.
And once again, Minseo had to wage his grueling battle against pleasure.
He didn't have much to do in these meetings, but Hayoung always made him sit there. It was tolerable when he was just sitting normally... but with the Aneros inside like now...
"Eek—!"
The bell jingled as a lewd whimper escaped him.
All eyes snapped to him at that dizzying moan.
"Ha... fucking distracting."
Yujin scratched her head irritably.
"Mm... want me to take it out for you?" Seoyeong wrapped an arm around his waist from the side, eyeing him with pure ulterior motives.
"Hng... s-sorry... euh..." Minseo didn't want to moan, but the Aneros on vibration level 3 was a nightmare beyond imagination.
Precum was already oozing from his tip in thick globs, soaking his skirt and the chair. One tissue couldn't even begin to clean up the flood of Cowper's fluid.
His hips bucked against his will. Every inch of his body was hypersensitive now—his entire form was one big erogenous zone, tingling everywhere.
"Kang Minseo. Lift your skirt."
At Hayoung's command, Minseo tremblingly pulled it up.
There, his cock throbbed desperately, slick with precum dripping in a haze. The chair and skirt were filthy with it, and his pale belly heaved pitifully.
"Whoa... fuck..." Chaeryeong swallowed hard, mesmerized by Minseo panting and leaking like that.
The other executives paused their meeting, unable to tear their eyes from his shameless display, redolent with the scent of night-blooming flowers.
"Alright, enough torment for now. Go to the bathroom, clean up... and take out the Aneros."
Hayoung smirked at his pleading, pleasure-glazed eyes and gave the order.
"Haa... th-thank you..." Minseo bowed his head deeply to Hayoung for finally allowing it, then slowly stood.
"Sis... l-let me go with—"
Seoyeong started to rise, asking Hayoung, but...
"No. We've got a lot to do."
Hayoung shut her down firmly, and Seoyeong pouted, slumping back into her chair.
"Minseo. But no jerking off and cumming alone."
As Minseo frantically grabbed the door handle to leave, Hayoung's voice rang out from behind.
"......M-Master......"
Minseo turned back with a woeful face.
What she meant was... beg someone to let you cum. And outside this office... there was only one person he could ask.
Hayoung's secretary. Choi Suhyun.
"Don't even think about sneaking a solo wank—I will find out. Now go."
After her stern warning, Minseo left the office with a heavy heart.
"Eek... hng... haa..."
Every step down the stairs made the Aneros shift inside, drawing faint moans from him.
Drip—drip—his precum dotted the marble floor, marking his path.
F-First... find Suhyun...nim... haa...
Minseo's eyes were already glazing over from the relentless pleasure—he was at his limit. Clutching his twitching hips, he searched everywhere for her.
Fuck... fuck... where the hell is she...
Suhyun, who should be somewhere in the mansion, was nowhere to be found. Her room, the library, the kitchen, the hallways... he'd checked everywhere logical.
She was always there when he didn't want to run into her... why disappear when he needed her most?
For a moment, Minseo felt utterly pathetic—dressed as a maid, Aneros buzzing away, desperately hunting Suhyun just to beg for release. Tears welled up uncontrollably.
His cock twitched like it was in heat, desperate to shake; his body shuddered with pleasure, driving him mad. But the one person he needed was nowhere...
Irritation, sorrow, and sheer misery crashed over him all at once.
Trickle—unable to hold back, pathetic tears spilled from his eyes, one by one.
"Hic... h-hic..."
Minseo leaned against the hallway wall, stifling sobs as he wiped them away. As he frantically mopped up tears and snot with his sleeve...
Someone approached quietly from behind.
Oblivious in his distress, Minseo jumped at the footsteps and looked up.
"Hic—! H-h—!!"
"Minseo-ssi... why are you crying...?"
Was it fate's cruel joke? Or the perfect opportunity handed to him...?
Standing before him was Seo Jiyu, neatly dressed in her maid uniform, staring in surprise.