Extra 9: The Chaebol House's Exclusive Maid
This happened one week after the welcome party — one week after Master had brought every last power broker to his knees.
First time I've ever been invited to a man's home.
Saturday, one in the afternoon. Warm sunlight poured down over the grounds.
I suppose that means the trust is finally there.
A luxury sedan sat parked in front of the mansion belonging to Lee Chulho, chairman of a major conglomerate. From it stepped a man who, at a glance, radiated authority and importance.
This deal might actually go well.
He walked toward the front gate. Before he could even reach for the bell—
"We've been expecting you."
"...?"
A young maid opened the door and received him.
"You must be President Lee Seungchul? Please, allow me to show you in."
After a brief, proper greeting, she turned and headed inside. Lee Seungchul followed.
His gaze locked onto the back of the young woman walking ahead of him. For reasons he couldn't name, he couldn't stop looking. There was something strangely magnetic about her.
It was probably just her looks. Skin like fresh snow. A small, delicate face. Hair that shimmered with every step. Wide eyes, a high nose, pale-pink lips, a slender line of throat. Even a man like Lee Seungchul — who, as a man of power, had met more than his share of beautiful women — found his eyes drawn to her.
And yet it wasn't purely her beauty that kept pulling his gaze.
"This is my first visit to the Chairman's estate. It's even larger than I imagined."
He tried striking up a conversation, just to fill the air.
"...Thank you for the compliment."
That. That was it. Something faintly off about the voice. Husky, in a way that could even be called attractive, and yet—
"Haha. Haven't been on the job long, have you? You seem awfully tense."
"I... I'm sorry..."
Something still felt wrong. He didn't have time to dwell on it.
"We've been expecting you, President Lee Seungchul."
Another maid came out to meet them as they reached the entrance.
"The Chairman is waiting inside. I'll take you to him."
He still couldn't put a name to that uneasy feeling, and it wasn't important enough to pursue. He let it go. He glanced at the maid who had brought him this far, now bowing her head in farewell — and with a faint smile, he stepped inside.
The maid who had been watching his receding back replayed the last few minutes in his head, and then started to tremble.
Oh... uhh... D-did he figure it out after all...?
Shit... what do I do...
The reason Lee Seungchul had kept feeling that sense of wrongness was none other than this:
M-Master and my sisters said it sounded nice, but... it still feels so awkward...
The maid's true identity was Jo Eunwoo — a thoroughly sissified femboy slut.
Aaaah... I don't even know anymore...
His sisters had forced him into a maid costume, and Master had caught him like that. Fortunately, Master had liked what he saw.
He didn't notice... he couldn't have noticed...
Now that Chairman Lee Chulho had been completely broken, Eunwoo was working here — in a conglomerate chairman's own home — on Master's orders, to receive maid training.
I... I did crash-course the female voice, but...
He still couldn't shake the way Lee Seungchul had stared at him — that strange, piercing look. If he got found out, his life was over. A twisted fetish he hadn't even asked for, laid completely bare in front of a stranger. The terror of social death was no different from the terror of dying for real.
"Hah...! Hah...!"
Just thinking about it made his breath come short and the blood drain from his face — and at the same time, a shiver ran through his lower belly. The chastity cage twitched with a soft metallic clink.
M-Master already said he wouldn't cover for me if I got caught... that would be a one-way ticket to hell... I'd be completely fucked...
And the thrill of almost being found out...
If that happened... I would...♡
...was slowly curdling into pleasure.
Meanwhile—
Hm. Unusual voice.
Lee Seungchul, heading deeper into the house, wasn't particularly suspicious.
Must've just been nervous.
He figured the girl was new to the work, and the tension had made her voice unsteady. To begin with, Jo Eunwoo's natural voice had always been a sweet, androgynous thing — and under Master's orders, the intensive practice had made his female voice surprisingly convincing.
And more than anything—
Still... Chairman Lee Chulho hiring a girl that young as a maid? The man has some taste...
Because outwardly, Eunwoo looked every inch a beautiful young girl. His already pretty face and figure, finished with professional makeup and a tailored dress, had transformed him into the kind of beauty men would line up to get a number from. A born natural as a female — no, as a femboy. A prodigy of the type.
And knowing none of that—
I-if I get caught... m-my pictures will be all over the internet, right? I-if they doxx me, weirdos will come looking... what if people I know recognize me...
Jo Eunwoo fretted alone, and in that razor-thin pleasure his mind began, little by little, to come apart.
I-in the end Master might even abandon m—
"Eunwoo."
He flinched. A woman's voice whispered right against his ear.
"Y-yes...!"
Jo Eunwoo blurted it out in a flustered rush.
"Oh my? What are you so startled about? That's adorable~ hehe."
The speaker was Choi Seolah — a fellow maid, a fellow slave, and one of the few who knew exactly what Jo Eunwoo was. This was a special assignment Master had given personally, and she had been put in charge of his training.
"I-I'm sorry... I was lost in thought..."
"And what were you thinking about?"
She leaned in close as she asked.
"W-well..."
Jo Eunwoo flushed and stumbled over the words. For a former shut-in, a beautiful stranger getting this close — someone who wasn't his sisters or his mother — was more than enough to turn him into a stammering wreck.
"Be honest with me. We can't have secrets between us, can we?"
The tone was gentle. The words had a bone in them. Buried underneath was a very clear message: A male slave, daring not to obey me?
"I-I was worried he might have figured it out... w-what would I do if he did..."
Under that not-quite-a-threat, Jo Eunwoo spilled his worries without a fight.
Choi Seolah tilted her head, puzzled.
"Is there anything to worry about? From what I saw, you did wonderfully."
"R-really...? I was s-so nervous... I thought I was shaking like crazy..."
"You weren't shaking that badly, and a little is fine. If anything, someone of servant rank should look a bit tense. The people upstairs like that."
"I-if that's the case, then that's a relief, but..."
The anxiety clearly hadn't gone anywhere. His face was going paler by the second.
Trembling over something that small...
A weakling. A beta male. Worlds apart from Master. It was pathetic... and yet the way he still fidgeted in his women's clothes, still unused to them, wasn't entirely unpleasant to look at.
Well. If you wanted to call it cute, you could. Heh.
"You can trust me. I thought you'd still be half-baked at this, but you exceeded my expectations. Hehe."
She offered one more word of encouragement to settle his nerves, and then—
"That aside..."
A click.
"Euh...?!♡"
As proof, she gave him a reward.
"This is a prize, you know? Hehe."
The instant Choi Seolah pressed the switch in her hand—
"A... a prize...?"
—something began mercilessly tormenting him from inside his prostate. A raw, insistent vibration. His hips trembled. His cock went numb and electric.
"You did well, so I'll leave it on for you all day. Hehe♡"
"W-wait... what did you just say...?"
He was already half-drowning in the thrill of almost being exposed. He felt like he could cum any second.
A-all day...? She wants me to work like this?
This was torture by another name.
"Th-this isn't a prize, this is—!"
But—
"It is a prize. For a masochist like you."
A female's ice-cold gaze, looking down on a discarded male. He might look cute, but if he crossed the line, there would be no mercy. Any kindness she showed him existed only at Master's command, and at the mercy of her own whims.
At least she was in a good mood right now. She gave Eunwoo's chastity cage a gentle squeeze.
"And you like it, don't you...♡"
A sweet voice poured the tease straight into his ear. The face that had gone bloodless with anxiety flushed scarlet with arousal.
"Hehe. Shall we get back to work, then?"
She gave his ass a rough smack.
"Hiiik?!♡"
Then she strode ahead into the mansion. He stared after her, sweat beading on his skin...
"Y... yeees...♡"
...and followed her in. With a running vibrator still buried in his ass.
Late that evening, after the day's work was done — the Mansion Staff Locker Room.
"P-please get home safely..."
"We will~ Take care of us again tomorrow, okay?"
"And loosen up a little~ hehe."
"Haha... y-yes..."
After seeing the other maids off, the lock clicked shut. At last, Jo Eunwoo could change out of his clothes. There was something he had to do first, of course.
"Euh... nngh...♡"
The vibrator that had been packed into his ass all day long. He hadn't been allowed to take it out until every last task was finished, and Choi Seolah had given permission. With a wet, obscene sound and a rush of heat, the buzzing toy slid out of him like he was laying an egg.
"Hah... hah...♡"
It was the same every time he pulled it out — a sensation like his soul leaving his body, leaving him lightheaded and dazed.
I-I really thought I was going to dieee...♡
His whole body was shivering. The day's exhaustion seemed to crash over him all at once. Jo Eunwoo's social skills were already in ruins; just working was enormous stress for him.
Nobody noticed, right? Seolah said it was fine...
Working all day with the vibration running, there was no way he could have concentrated.
S-still... I somehow got through it without any major screw-ups...
At worst, people had tilted their heads when he suddenly made a weird little sound — ahh...♡ — and groaned. Nobody seemed like they'd caught on. No one had called him on it directly.
But...
Jo Eunwoo studied himself carefully in the full-length mirror.
Not a single person actually suspected me...
The fact that not one person had questioned it felt... strange, somehow.
Is it really that good...? Good enough that not a single person doubted me...?
He still couldn't look at himself objectively. Some part of him still found his own reflection uncanny. But the more time passed, the more he was getting used to it — and starting to open his eyes to a strange new identity.
W-well... I always kind of thought I was good-looking... the girls in my class used to say I was pretty... and my face does take after Mom...
Little by little, he was starting to accept what he had become.
...The makeup... it really does sit pretty on me...
He lifted a hand to his cheek, striking a faintly feminine pose for no particular reason. He turned this way and that, examining the figure in the glass — and then he noticed a large shadow, strangely wavering, behind him.
...What's that...
The room was too dark to make it out clearly.
Wait... is that a pers—
Before he could finish the thought, the shadow pounced on him first.
"Eunwoo! Hahaha!"
"H-hiiiieek!"
"M-m-m-Master?!"
The shadow was Master. And at the same time, rolling off him—
I-is that booze...?
A sharp, heavy smell of alcohol punched him in the nose. The fumes made his head swim, but the arms locked around him were crushing. This was nothing like when his sister hugged him like this. No matter how tall and well-built Jo Yeonwoo was, she was still a woman. Master stood six-foot-two and two hundred sixteen pounds, packing forty-eight kilos of skeletal muscle — a monster in a man's skin. The difference in size was heaven and earth.
"What's with the jump? Hahaha."
The strong never understand the hearts of the weak. The thickness of the arms wrapping him, the size of the hands — they belonged to a different class of human entirely. And then there was the pressure rolling through his whole body. A scorching heat that advertised Master's presence with brutal force.
And more than anything — something grinding against his ass. Not a fake. A real, massive cock. It wasn't cold. It was hot, twitching with a pulse, thick with living heat.
And... it feels even bigger than usual...!
Bigger than any dildo ever manufactured to serve human lust. Jo Eunwoo swallowed hard and tried to handle his thoroughly drunk Master as calmly as he could.
"I-I'm sorry, Master... if I'd known you were coming I would have greeted you properly..."
"Hm? It's fine~ I barged in on my own. Anyway..."
Fortunately, Master seemed to be in an excellent mood.
"Our Eunwoo~ I heard everything from Seolah~ You did a real good job today, huh? Haha."
At Master's praise, his face went warm for no good reason.
"Th-thank you..."
"Hahaha. I also heard you were sweating bullets about getting caught. What are you so scared of? You're a guy, aren't you~"
A guy in a dress. Of course he was scared.
"Who the hell would even see you as a guy in the first place? Looking this fucking hot, you little bitch. Haha."
W-wait...
Something about the atmosphere was shifting.
"Hell, there'd be a line of guys throwing money just to take you on one date."
It felt like the setup for something.
"Well, it takes someone like me to use you as a cocksleeve~ hahaha."
He was becoming painfully aware of Master's size.
N-never mind my sister...! This is like twice the size of Dad...!
The comparison had been wrong from the start. Master's build wasn't just beyond ordinary men — even among big men, he sat at the very top of the food chain.
"Our Eunwoo... that maid outfit looks real pretty~? My eyes keep going to it even more than usual today~"
Master's cock, swollen huge, grinding against his ass...
"Ahh~ I'm nicely buzzed~ maybe I'll have our Eunwoo as a little snack~ hahaha."
This was an emergency. He'd already been tortured by that vibrator all day — and now he was supposed to handle a drunk Master in this state? He didn't know what Master was like drunk, but for a man that strong to be this sloppy, he must have put away a serious amount. Jo Eunwoo had no confidence he could survive the rampage that came after reason left the building.
"M-Master...! Y-you've overdone it today, you should go to bed...!"
"What? A little cunt like you... you dare give me orders?"
"N-n-n-no! I would never!"
"Hahaha. Look at this brat... so scared~"
Still holding him, Master lifted Jo Eunwoo clean off the floor.
"Let's see how big our Eunwoo's little dick has gotten~"
And flipped up his skirt.
"W-wait a second...!"
He thrashed, trying to get free, but—
"Hahaha. Keep that up and you're just gonna make me harder... keep squirming and I'll rape you, yeah? Hahaha."
Th-this is already rape...!
A struggle that meant nothing. They were both male, and the weight class still wasn't even close.
"Hiiik...!♡"
Before he knew it, it was out — a massively erect cock, prodding at the underside of his ass.
"Hahaha... acting like you don't love this..."
In the mirror, his own face stared back at him — stunned, flushed, burning.
Ahh...!
In despair, Jo Eunwoo covered his face with both hands.
No!!!
Even as he did, his eyes stayed locked — through the gaps in his fingers — on Master's cock, unable to look away.
I... I'm so fucked...♡