The Devil's Contract
Minseo broke out in a cold sweat amid the decadent atmosphere permeating the room. 'Why here...?' Why had she been summoned to this place? Had she done something wrong? Or maybe she'd said something careless yesterday? Trembling with fear, she clamped her legs together tightly. She had to escape somehow before he arrived. She needed to figure something out.
But before she could even try anything, the door creaked open.
"Hello, Kim Minseo."
A man wearing a bizarre mask entered the room and greeted her. She clenched her teeth, desperately trying to flee, but the chair wouldn't budge despite her efforts. If anything, the restraints seemed to tighten even more.
"...You don't need to be so tense. I'm here today to make you a proposal."
His footsteps echoed through the room as he approached. Step, step.
"But first, there's something I need to address."
"Eek!"
Suddenly, he bent down in front of her, meeting her eyes.
"You were quite bold yesterday, spilling our secrets to Yu Seoyeon... Honestly, I was disappointed."
"Th-that was..."
"That was?"
Minseo flinched at his prodding tone but forced out an excuse anyway.
"I-I had to convince Seoyeon... That was the only way to make her believe me!"
"Convince her..."
"It's true! That was really the only way! Otherwise, she was going to drag me back into the restaurant!"
Her desperate shout seemed to reach him. He fiddled with his mask, staring at her intently, then nodded as if convinced and straightened up.
"Understood. I'll believe you this time."
"Haa..."
Relief washed over Minseo at his words, and the tension drained from her shoulders. 'Phew, dodged a bullet.' She'd been terrified he might spank her ass again. Not that it hurt or anything—far from it. As someone accustomed to rough treatment, a spanking was nothing she couldn't endure. She'd taken plenty of "motivational slaps" from her seniors, after all.
But what terrified her was the humiliation of baring her ass to a strange man and getting smacked by his bare hand. She'd never experienced anything like it before... And recalling how her body had reacted during it only deepened her shame.
"Now that the misunderstanding's cleared up, back to the main topic."
He spoke up abruptly.
"...What I want to propose is about your career."
"C-career?"
"Yes. More precisely, elevating your current job to a much better position."
"Wh-what do you...?"
Unable to believe her ears, Minseo stammered a question. He leaned in with a serious whisper.
"It's true. If you agree, I can make you a professional volleyball player."
His words sounded so sweet that Minseo's head spun. Could he really turn her into a pro? Just by saying yes here? Her rational mind screamed it was impossible, but her body urged her to agree. If it was him standing before her, she believed he could do it.
'Is he really a devil?'
He definitely had strange powers. He'd pulled her from the court to this place in an instant and even stopped time... Abilities no human could possess.
She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she asked,
"Wh-what's the price?"
"The price? Hmm... Yes, everything has a cost."
Muttering to himself, he let out a soft chuckle before continuing.
"...Then, as payment, I'll take your Vital Energy."
"M-my Vital Energy?"
"That's right. More precisely..."
He crossed his arms, pondering briefly, then met her gaze.
"...I'll make you my slave. Of course, that doesn't mean I'll treat you like one in the real world. I just want you to come here when I need you and... keep me company."
"K-keep you company how...?"
"For example, a kiss. Or fellatio."
Her cheeks flushed crimson at his blunt words.
"S-something like that?!"
"Of course, I have no intention of forcing sex or anything. So relax."
"But...!"
"Kisses and fellatio are just examples. Think about it, Kim Minseo. I'm wearing this mask. To receive a kiss from you, I'd have to take it off—exposing my identity. That's the last thing I want."
"..."
"And fellatio requires mutual trust. Without it, who knows when a woman might bite? As a man, that's my worst nightmare."
His explanation finally calmed her down.
"Then... what will you make me do?"
"You want specifics?"
"Yes, specifics."
At her firm demand, he shrugged helplessly and replied,
"We'll start with a rotor, then. You've masturbated before, right?"
"..."
She bit her lip at his direct question.
"No answer? I'll take that as a yes."
With that, he picked up a rotor from the dresser and continued.
"...Today, I'll torment you with this. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes..."
"Good! Then let me ask again. Do you accept my proposal?"
Minseo hesitated for a long moment, her face twisting in resignation before she finally spoke.
"I accept."