I Think I'm Going to Be Really Angry Today

"Miss, please have your meal!"

What pulled me out of a deep, perfect sleep today was the meal alarm.

"Haa... my ankle hurts..."

I dragged my throbbing ankle along and made my way, slowly, to receive my food. Maybe it was the morning, but my legs had no strength in them at all, and that only made the ankle feel worse.

Today's main course was pasta.

"Please enjoy your meal, miss."

I wondered if this bodyguard even knew he'd nearly died yesterday. I had no intention of taking credit for it, but I didn't like the way he was drawing a line first thing in the morning, completely oblivious.

"And thank you. I heard you protected me to the very end yesterday, miss."

Scratch that. He was a man who knew his manners.

"How did you know? Don't tell me you were eavesdropping?"

"No. Security duty ends the moment the boss arrives."

"When Heejin gets here, your duty's over?"

"Yes. There's no way the boss would ever let me hear your voice. Once she arrives, I clock out immediately. I usually leave at five."

That was new. Which meant that after five, there was nobody standing watch outside the door at all.

"Why are you only telling me this now?!"

"Well, you never asked."

"If it's information I need to escape and it doesn't put you in danger, you should tell me without me having to ask!"

"That's true enough, but... honestly, I'd prefer if you didn't even dream of escaping. It's not because I'd be in danger. Well — that's part of it, certainly — but mostly because it's obvious you would never succeed."

He said it the way you'd say the earth is round.

"Why?"

"We're on the eighth floor."

"..."

"And there are monsters stationed on every floor. Not to brag, but I can handle myself in a fight. Not just in my neighborhood — I was a known fist in the whole district. Before I took this job, I did a bit of gang work too. Had to pay my little sister's hospital bills."

"And?"

It was a pretty interesting story. I found myself drawn in.

"Honestly, I used to think nobody could beat me in a fight. I've never lost. An MMA champion? Give me a weapon and I win. Of course, if the MMA champion brought a weapon too, I'd lose."

"Yeah, yeah. So?"

"But after coming here, my pride got completely shattered. Do you know what my nickname is in this place?"

"What?"

"Wimp. Cripple. Moron. That's what they call me."

"Why did this suddenly get so depressing..."

"That's just reality. What can I do. Retired MMA champions. Olympic gold medalists. Nameless secret agents, and so on. Every kind of freak is in here. Plenty of people I don't even know about, I'm sure. Honestly, I don't even know in detail who's working here. I'm nothing more than a grunt at the bottom. The rumors say they're even raising a private army. And I don't think those are empty rumors."

"What kind of bullshit is that. Are you messing with me right now?"

I was just dumbfounded. If what the bodyguard had told me was true, this place was no different from an independent nation. There was no way somewhere like this existed in South Korea.

"That's why. Don't even dream of escaping. How does it make any sense to try when you don't even know where this is? And even if you did know, you absolutely couldn't. Even with just me standing guard out here, your escape would be impossible. You think you could escape from the boss? She reigns over those monsters. Never, ever cross her."

"...This is still South Korea, right?"

"Once the internet took off, ordinary people started deluding themselves into thinking they know all the world's truths. When they actually know nothing. I didn't know either."

"..."

"Please eat. The pasta's going to get soggy. Shall I have them bring a fresh plate?"

"It's fine. It'll probably still taste good even soggy."

"Of course it will. A former Michelin chef cooked it."

The bodyguard was right — all that talking had made me hungry. Apparently I'd burned through too many calories just trying to process what he'd said.

I've got the kind of trash palate that can happily eat nothing but instant ramen for a week, so I can't reach for any fancy words. But the pasta was delicious.

When I finished eating, I picked up the metal bowl to set it back by the door. A scrap of paper slipped out and fluttered to the floor.

It looked like a letter from her.

The contents were as follows.

"What the hell is this..."

I had never, in any porn I'd ever watched, seen a lunatic make a demand like this — and now I was about to star in one in real time. I reread it several times in sheer disbelief, but the contents of the letter did not change.

"Excuse me."

"Yes, miss."

"What time is it?"

"Five minutes until I clock out. I'm a happy man."

"...Must be nice. Being happy."

"..."

There wasn't even time to hesitate. I wanted to pretend I had never seen the letter at all, but I'd already read it, and if I lied I'd get caught. And what if she brought that doctor again...

I lifted the dress I was wearing and pulled off my panties.

"Ugh."

It stung. The fabric had been stuck to my pussy.

"What's wrong?"

"...Nothing. Don't talk to me anymore."

I'd been wearing white panties, and they were stained all over. Several filthy yellow piss marks showed through as well.

Just as the letter had instructed, I took hold of my pussy and spread it open.

I wasn't entirely sure this was the right way to do it, but I grabbed the thick outer lips and, for the first time in my life, spread myself apart.

A lewd smell rose up beyond anything I could have imagined, strong enough to make my head spin.

They say a woman's pussy smells that pungent, and this was exactly that. Because it was my own scent I couldn't quite think of it as a stench — but it was overwhelmingly, viscerally strong.

"I-I can't... I c-can't do this..."

Shame and humiliation so intense my head felt like it would catch fire. My jaw trembled. The strength went out of my legs.

I already had to do this humiliating thing. If she caught this smell on top of it, I really might kill myself from the shame.

Footsteps.

Just as I was about to give up on everything and pull my underwear back on, I heard her footsteps approaching.

"The boss is here."

My head spun until it went white. Even I had no idea what to do — and then my body moved on its own.

I dropped to my knees, bent forward, and reached back with both hands to spread my pussy open. I didn't have the courage to face her and do it, so I instinctively took the position that would bring me the least shame.

Sweat beading along my pussy began to drip down my thighs and fall, drop by drop, onto the floor.

Why, of all places, did sweat have to come from somewhere so embarrassing.

"You've arrived, Boss."

"Good work. You can go."

"Yes."

A brief exchange at the door, and then the bodyguard's footsteps heading home. The sound grew fainter, and then it was gone.

A click — the door opening.

Her voice came through so overwhelmed with happiness she could barely get the word out.

The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shock of having every secret part of a woman's body laid bare was enormous. I couldn't breathe. My heart hammered wildly. I could feel, vividly, exactly where her explicit gaze was pointed.

"Unni... you're so beautiful..."

At that single compliment, my pussy twitched as if it were pleased.

"You like being told your pussy is pretty that much, unni? It's twitching like crazy."

"Hngh... please... Heejin..."

"Don't be embarrassed, unni. I love every single part of you."

My pussy twitched madly — and then, from deep inside, it gushed out something thick and sticky.

"...Unni, you're such a masochist..."

"I-I'm not!"

I denied it with my mouth, but I couldn't deny the result. What had been beading along my pussy this whole time hadn't been sweat. It was arousal.

"Can I smell it, unni?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

I surprised even myself with how loud I was. I hadn't known I could react that intensely.

That was how desperate I was.

Trying to approach it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like this isn't my body, so it doesn't matter didn't work. This body was mine now. And the shame belonged to me alone.