Extra 46. Introducing the Cock House
It was late afternoon, the sun already long since gone.
Kim Minjun and Lee Hyunwoo, wrung out from an all-night wager that had been closer to torture than a game, had collapsed into sleep the moment they got home and hadn't stirred until the afternoon was nearly spent.
"Nngh..."
The instant they woke, Master's summons yanked them upright. Day and night had swapped places; their condition was wrecked. They scrambled out of the house in a panic.
The taxi finally dropped them in front of...
"H-hey... Kim Minjun... you get trained in a place like this or what...?"
A mansion that looked, at a glance, outrageously grand.
"...This is my first time here too..."
Both of them lived in neighborhoods where the average income ran high—but the district they were standing in now felt like a world one or two rungs above even that.
"D-damn... even the front gate looks expensive..."
They swallowed dryly.
Ding-dong—
The buzzer produced the classic chime of a rich man's doorbell.
After a stretch of waiting...
"...Nobody's coming out..."
"T-try it again, yeah? Place is huge. Maybe they just didn't hear..."
Creeeak—
They flinched.
From inside the gate, a single lovely maid stepped into view.
H-holy...
Glossy black hair, long and gleaming.
I-insane...
Swept up into an elegant coil, it only made her look more like a woman who actually ran a household...
Gulp...
The ample breasts and curves filling out a classic maid uniform belonged to a textbook glamour figure, and both of them swallowed hard.
And of course, what hit hardest of all—
She's so fucking pretty...
That overwhelming, perfectly sculpted face. Eyes, nose, lips, the shape of her jaw—there wasn't a single feature you could pick at. A beauty. The beauty mark near her mouth, especially, looked like something that would stay burned into your brain.
"I've been waiting for you."
Holy shit... even her voice is pretty...
They froze, too busy marveling at her pure, striking looks to even answer.
"...You are Minjun and Hyunwoo, yes?"
She pressed them, confirming their identities a second time.
"Ah—y-yes! That's us...!"
"Sorry...! We spaced out for a second..."
"..."
She regarded the two men in silence, then—
"Come in. Master is waiting."
"...!"
She led them inside.
M-Master...!
Then this woman is... Master's sl...ave too...?
She was wearing a maid uniform, sure—but did modern housekeepers actually call the homeowner Master? Almost never. And the person who had summoned them here was none other than their own Master.
What the hell is going on inside this place...?
Master hadn't told them a thing. They'd been dead to the world when the text arrived; they'd jolted awake and checked it—
[Address attached]
Just a blunt command, and the address of this place. Nothing else.
Thud, thud—
The two of them followed the woman across the mansion's courtyard.
I-it's even bigger from the inside...
"Um... excuse me, but what exactly... do you do here?"
Kim Minjun asked out of genuine curiosity. And, well, it didn't hurt to try talking to a pretty woman.
But—
"..."
No reply.
"...Hello?"
He called again.
"..."
She simply kept walking, guiding them without a word.
"Y-yeah, she's probably salty we zoned out earlier..."
Oblivious Lee Hyunwoo offered his theory from the side.
No... I don't think it's something that petty...
Kim Minjun, a little sharper, could feel it. The thing radiating off the woman walking ahead of them—a silent, seething contempt and disgust aimed squarely at the two of them.
This is... that time...
He remembered the looks he'd caught, in snatches, while Han Soeun had been tormenting him a few days ago. She'd treated him kindly enough as a friend's mother, and yet every so often that ice-cold stare would slip out, the kind you give something lower than a bug. And if this woman was Master's slave too...
Then...
She'd be looking at every man who wasn't Master with those same eyes.
I think we're seriously fucked...
Kim Minjun had the distinct sensation they were being marched into a den of vice.
Thud—
Before they knew it, the three of them had reached the front door.
Creeeak—
The maid opened it, and the lavish interior spilled into view—but they flinched. The background might as well have been blurred to white.
Th-that woman...!
Their eyes locked on the young woman standing in the middle of the house.
That's her...! The girl Eunwoo introduced as his girlfriend...!
She was Lee Raon, the only daughter of the house's owner.
Sh-she was a real person...!
After learning Eunwoo belonged to Master's cock house, Kim Minjun had been sure the girlfriend he'd been shown was fake.
I thought she was AI-generated...?
Lee Hyunwoo had gone further—he'd assumed she didn't even exist.
"Huh? Seolah? The guys behind you..."
A face that could trigger PTSD in any loser—the classic delinquent look. The dolphin shorts and thin white tank top, comfortable enough to lounge around the house in, still suited her face and made it obvious she actually lived here.
Wait... she called her Seolah with an honorific...?
Someone who lived in this house using honorifics on the maid... something was off.
Ah, maybe she's just more polite than she looks... like a customer being extra respectful to a part-timer...
They decided that, despite the sharp impression, she must have a good heart. That was just enough to keep their loser DNA from buckling under Lee Raon's looks.
"They are the slaves Master summoned."
The instant Choi Seolah finished explaining, a chill swept the air. Her gaze went ice-cold, and—
H-huh...?
They shrank like mice in front of a cat.
"D-did we do something wrong...?"
Lee Hyunwoo whispered, trembling, into Kim Minjun's ear.
"S-shut up... don't piss her off for no reason..."
Kim Minjun decided to keep his head down and stay quiet.
"Huh? What?"
Right then, a familiar silhouette came running down the hall.
"You're here already?"
Their friend—and the one they had newly begun to serve... Eunwoo. No matter how annoying he was, no matter how much their positions had changed, seeing a friend in this dangerous, unfamiliar place was a relief, but—
"Ah...! Eun—!"
The friend's outfit stole the words right out of their mouths.
A-a maid uniform...?
He'd appeared in a maid outfit, same as Choi Seolah. Except it wasn't the same at all. Frills everywhere—the exaggerated kind you'd only see at a maid café. A cat-ear headband, a tail attached who-knew-where, and a heart-shaped cutout over the chest that left the pale, fine skin underneath completely exposed. A far more extreme outfit than the woman who'd led them in.
His face is red... don't tell me...
It felt like he'd just finished serving Master.
"I'm sorry, Seolah. That should have been my job..."
The moment he arrived, he went not to his friends but to his... superior? and apologized.
"It's quite all right. You had other duties, Eunwoo. Hehe."
A light, proper courtesy—then he turned straight to the friends staring blankly from behind.
"You got here faster than I thought. Look at you, though—discipline's already drilled in, huh? Haha."
"E-Eunwoo...? What's going on with..."
They were in no state to take the greeting normally.
"Ahh~ this? When I work here, I work in this outfit."
He said something completely insane like it was the most natural thing in the world, so—
"Ah..."
There was nothing else to say. And Kim Minjun and Lee Hyunwoo, after everything they'd been through in such a short time, had a decent grasp of what life with Master actually looked like. They could roughly guess how Eunwoo had ended up working here in clothes like that.
"B-but, um... the person here..."
When the questions stalled, they reached for simple curiosity.
"Isn't that... the girlfriend you introduced last time...?"
"So she actually exists..."
Jo Eunwoo twitched at the two of them dropping a bomb.
"What...? Girlfriend...?"
And behind him—
"......Are they talking about me right now?"
A murderous look shot from Lee Raon toward Jo Eunwoo. A chill ran through the room.
"U-uhh... they're not...?"
"Eunwoo... showed us a photo last time... said she was his girlfriend..."
Panicking, they kept dropping bombs anyway.
"Hey, Jo Eunwoo. These little shits telling the truth?"
Eunwoo went equally pale.
"Th-that's... you know that photo we took together? I-I just used it for a bit..."
"You went around bragging... that I was your girlfriend. With that photo."
"I-I had Master's permission... hehe..."
"And I'm supposed to... believe that?"
It was true, but it didn't sound true. It looked like a lie to get out of this moment. More than anything, a purely unpleasant feeling was rising.
"You little son of a—"
Then—
"What? It's not even wrong."
Someone draped an arm over a shoulder from behind and cut the situation off.
"U-unnie..."
Jo Yeonwoo, Eunwoo's older sister.
"You two have sex. Calling her a girlfriend isn't a stretch."
S-sex...
So it wasn't a complete lie...
"No, even so...!"
"Why? Am I wrong?"
"Nnh..."
The resident bully had arrived, and Lee Raon's body locked up.
"I-I'm Master's..."
"Master's hobby is stealing other people's women. He'd probably like it even more."
"..."
Antisocial, and yet a perfectly accurate read of Master's tastes—she shut Lee Raon down with it. A squeeze. Lee Raon couldn't compete physically to begin with.
"Y-Yeonwoo noona..."
"H-hello..."
Kim Minjun and Lee Hyunwoo, spotting yet another familiar face, fidgeted through a greeting.
"Ah, Minjun and Hyunwoo. It's been a while."
Fortunately, Yeonwoo remembered them.
"I heard. You became Master's slaves, right? And you're going to serve Eunwoo too."
"Y-yes..."
"Take good care of our Eunwoo, okay? Look after him. Don't let him be uncomfortable."
Unlike the other women so far, she was remarkably warm toward the two of them.
See... she treats us well because she knows us...
Y-Yeonwoo noona's quiet, but she always did look after people... at least we can catch our breath...
That thought lasted only a moment.
"Oh, and for the record—if Eunwoo isn't happy..."
A black gaze, as if a deep darkness had settled over her—the earlier goodwill nowhere to be found. They flinched. They'd already flinched more times than they could count in this short span.
But—
"..."
"...?"
Jo Yeonwoo had called them over with a threatening look and tone, then didn't actually finish the sentence.
"U-uhh... noo...na...?"
"D-did we do something to upset you..."
They watched her carefully.
"Hmm... I wanted to threaten you with something cool, but I can't think of the right words."
Yeonwoo hadn't wanted to use something ordinary like "prepare yourselves" or "I'll make you regret being born." She'd tried to come up with a stylish line, but nothing suitable came to mind. Her deep, deep killing intent got through anyway. Their bodies trembled.
"N-no, ma'am... w-we understood perfectly... w-we'll do our absolute best..."
"We'll serve Eunwoo well..."
"Yeah, yeah. Not like I even need to threaten you. Our Eunwoo's this pretty to begin with..."
Squeeze—
Yeonwoo pulled Eunwoo in with her other arm and held him close.
"Normal people would be dying to serve him anyway... hehe♡"
She dragged her tongue across her beloved little brother's face.
"N-noona... there are people here..."
"But... Eunwoo in a maid outfit is just too cute... You just finished serving Master, didn't you? That's why you smell so dirty...♡"
Gulp...
Lee Hyunwoo swallowed at the obscene display of sibling affection.
Th-this is insane...
Kim Minjun, meanwhile, was drowning in shock. He'd been happy his friend got a girlfriend—then found out the friend had fallen into a femboy bitch. He'd been trained by that friend's Master until he'd declared himself a slave, and he'd done every kind of play with the friend's mother, and still—
"Slurp...! Behhh... Eunyu...♡"
"Ehh... n-noonaaa...♡"
The scene unfolding right in front of him was extreme enough to hit him with a fresh wave of shock.
What the hell... is happening in this place?
The thought made his whole body tremble. A dread that something he couldn't handle was about to happen... and a bulge—because of the anticipation, too.