180 Minutes for Legal Deviance
"The goods are solid, right?"
"Of course. It's a top-grade reagent smuggled straight out of a Russian research lab."
"Side effects?"
"None. It cleanly wipes away reason and amps up the pleasure receptors by tens of times. Undetectable even by blood tests."
"Good work. The balance is already transferred."
I powered off the burner phone and shoved it deep into the drawer.
A secluded alley on the urban outskirts. Basement level B2 of a commercial building without even a signboard. This was the hardcore adult-only escape room I ran.
Soundproof wall test complete.
I checked Room 1 on the monitor. A space sealed with thick specialized sound-absorbing material. Even if someone howled like a beast inside, not a single breath leaked out.
Ding-dong—
"Boss? Is this the place?"
I pressed the intercom button and opened the heavy iron door.
"Whoa, the entrance alone is intense."
"Oppa, I'm scared. Should we just leave?"
"Come on. When you're in a relationship rut, something hardcore like this is the perfect fix."
A man and woman in their mid-to-late twenties. The man brimming with anticipation, the woman scanning their surroundings with caution. I greeted them in a black suit.
"You must be the ones with the reservation."
"Yes. Reservation for two."
"Welcome. This theme demands extreme immersion. Before entry, you'll need to complete some paperwork."
I slid two clipboards across the table toward them.
"What kind of pledge is this?"
"A Non-Disclosure & Liability Waiver."
The man snorted and skimmed the paper.
"A fifty-million-won penalty? Are you kidding me?"
"That's the amount charged if you leak any internal gimmicks or interior details outside."
"Fifty million for one little playroom?"
"Because this isn't simple puzzle-solving."
My cold stare made the man flinch.
"If you can't handle it, I can give you a full refund right now."
"Hey, who said we weren't doing it? I'm not chickening out."
As the man gripped the pen, the woman urgently tugged his arm.
"Honey. Still, this feels way too sketchy."
"Why?"
"Look, there's a clause for 'exemption from civil and criminal liability regarding loss of control,' and also 'consent for filming to facilitate the experience.'"
I smoothly interjected.
"All footage is destroyed immediately after the session ends. It's simply a necessary precaution for unforeseen situations."
Of course, that was a blatant lie. Those videos were all encrypted and permanently stored on my private server.
Report me to the police? With the documents they signed themselves, plus footage of them drooling and writhing like bitches in heat right in my hands—would they dare try to take me down?
This waiver was the perfect shackle disguised as legality.
"And one more thing."
I swiped the tablet screen and brought up the internal layout diagram.
"Condoms and contraceptives are stocked generously throughout the room."
"...What?"
The woman's face flushed scarlet.
"Emergency contraceptives as well as morning-after pills are prepared in the drawers."
"Wait, are you saying we actually do that kind of thing in there?"
"The choice is entirely yours as the guests. The time limit for this theme is 180 minutes."
"Three hours? That's insanely long for an escape room."
"It's adults-only, after all. Ample time to enjoy various... activities."
The man gulped hard.
"Finally, the most important rule."
"What is it?"
"Whenever you need a hint or wish to summon me inside, you must address me as Master."
"Pwahaha!"
The man clutched his stomach laughing.
"Master? Damn, this place has the concept dialed in. Insane."
"Do you agree?"
"Ah, yes yes! Understood, Ma-ster. Heh. Hey, Ayoung. You hear that? Oppa's gonna wreck everything today."
"Ugh, are you crazy? So embarrassing..."
She scolded him, yet her eyes betrayed a flicker of secret anticipation. The two of them scribbled their names across the signature lines. In that moment, they stamped their own slave contracts.
Clunk—
The massive door swung open, revealing a sealed chamber bathed in red lighting.
"Whoa, look at this interior quality."
The man excitedly poked around the room.
"Oppa, there's a welcome drink on the table!"
"Nice, solid service. Let's down it in one."
The two of them drained the pink liquid in a single gulp. Sweet fruit fragrance masking the Russian Reagent.
Clank— Beep!
The moment the glasses hit the table, the door lock engaged and the countdown began.
"Oh, it's starting? Let's milk every second of these three hours!"
The man toyed with a padlock on the wall. But Ayoung stood frozen in place.
"...Oppa."
"Huh? Already found a clue?"
"No... my body feels weird."
Ayoung panted heavily, clawing at her collar.
"Why's your face so red?"
"The room is too... hot."
"The AC's blasting though?"
"No... heat's rising from inside..."
A crimson flush raced up her pale nape. The time for the drug to take effect: a mere three minutes.
"Haa... down there... it's getting all slick..."
Unable to endure it, Ayoung twisted her thighs together. Her unfocused pupils locked onto the man's crotch.
"Hey, already drunk off one drink?"
"I don't know, haaang... Oppa, touch me a little."
"You crazy? Not even five minutes have passed! Find the hints first."
"Hints whatever... aah, I can't take it. Hurry..."
Ayoung closed in and flung her arms around the man's waist. Hot breath against his neck made him falter, dropping the padlock he'd been holding.
"Hey, what's actually wrong with you?"
"Touch me... please? Haa..."
Ayoung forcibly yanked his hand and planted it on her chest.
"Fuck, you for real..."
The man's hand began kneading over the thin blouse.
"Aaang! Nngh... so good, Oppaa..."
"Whoa, no bra? Your nipples are rock hard."
"Don't just look... put your hand under my skirt..."
The man swallowed hard and shoved his hand up under Ayoung's skirt. Through her panties, the thoroughly soaked texture transmitted perfectly.
"Shit, you're completely drenched. Did you take something?"
"Oppa, Ayoung's pussy more... thrust into it..."
The two of them leaned against the wall, kissing fiercely. Just as the man finally moved to unzip his own pants—
If it reached full penetration, Ayoung might lose every scrap of reason and pass out. I timed it perfectly and pressed the mic button.
Static—
"Ah! Boss! You scared me. Ah, shit... Yes! What's the password for this?"
Mood thoroughly ruined, the man adjusted his pants and yelled.
"Ah! Right. Ma-ster! Please give us a hint!"
"What? Hey, Ayoung. You do it."
"Haa... nngh... Oppaa... why did you stop..."
Ayoung had collapsed onto the floor, gasping. Even light caresses had set her body ablaze to the brink of madness.
My warning flowed through the speakers. To Ayoung, already in full heat and moments from penetration, it was no different from a death sentence.
"No... nngh, anything but that..."
"Hey, call him already. That's how we clear this and get back to it."
The man's urging. The throbbing swell ready to burst between his legs. In the end Ayoung dropped to her knees and looked up at the camera.
"M-Master..."
"Aaang! M-Master! Please... please..."
Physiological tears dripped steadily from her eyes.
"I'm sorryyy... Master... give me the hint quickly..."
Her hips twitched and lifted toward the camera. Perfect submission.
Clunk—
A pillar rose from the center of the room. Atop it sat a thick, ridged model apparatus on display. Centimeter markings were densely etched along the shaft of the device.
Perfectly sheath a contraceptive from the table all the way down to the root of that model, then read the engraved markings and report the exact length.
"Crazy, we have to put it on by hand?"
The man was aghast. But Ayoung crawled on all fours, drawn as if entranced toward the pillar.
"Haa... nngh..."
Ayoung's trembling fingers brushed the silicone surface. Even the cold friction struck her brain as a jolt of pleasure.
"Hey, your hands are shaking like crazy. Want me to do it?"
"Ah, don't come near...! I'll, hngh... do it myself."
She bit her lip hard. The instinct to hike up her skirt and mount the device right then and there. Yet the last scraps of remaining reason barely held the brakes.
"Haaang... nngh..."
She tore open the packaging and aligned the lubricated rubber over the head of the model.
"Nngh... haa... it's on..."
Gripping the pillar tightly with both hands, she stroked the contraceptive smoothly down toward the root. Every time her palms scraped against the ridges, Ayoung's hips jerked upward hard. The illusion of forcefully stroking a male symbol with her own hands.
"Aaang! Hnnngh..."
Having pushed the rubber perfectly down to the base, Ayoung gasped for breath and checked the markings near the bottom of the model shaft.
"I-I got it all the way on... nngh... the l-length is twenty-four centimeters..."
The correct answer slipped from her lips tangled with sticky moans.
Beep!
"Oh! It opened! Hey, let's go!"
The man dashed into the next room. Ayoung staggered to her feet, deep regret clouding her eyes. The lingering sensation of recent caresses mixed with the pleasure of gripping the model—she was desperate for something, anything, right that second.
For the roughly two hours that followed, while the man focused on puzzles and progressed through the rooms, Ayoung—completely overtaken by the reagent—gradually lost her reason and was forced to crawl across the floor like a bitch in heat. Finally, just as she could no longer endure the pleasure and was about to clutch his pant leg and beg—
Three hours had passed. The heavy iron door opened and the two of them, drenched in sweat, stepped into the lobby.
"Whoa, shit... Boss. This place is actually insane."
"Were you satisfied?"
"Money well spent! Hey, you were unreal too. Thought you were a porn actress."
The man thumped Ayoung's shoulder and snickered. The reagent's effect had expired precisely at 180 minutes. Right now her mind was perfectly clear. A normal woman would be cursing me out or raising hell about a scam. But she simply stood there with her head deeply bowed.
"What's wrong? Tired?"
"...Huh? Ah, no."
Ayoung slowly lifted her head. Her gaze settled not on the man, but on me. Not resentment. Her body simply had not forgotten the pleasure of those 180 minutes when she could finally unleash her suppressed desires.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"This place... is pretty fun."
With a face still flushed, she smiled faintly. Her voice cracked slightly.
"Should we come again next week?"
"For real? You were super uneasy about it earlier!"
"It's just... different and good."
Ayoung's eyes whispered to me. Let me take that drug again. Next time, let me go all the way for real. I handed over my business card with an expressionless face.
"Next time, a far 'deeper' theme will be prepared."
"Oh! Booking next weekend right now!"
The man laughed heartily as he pocketed the card. Completely unaware of the swamp his woman was walking into.
The perfect first step. Starting from curiosity, turning into thirst, then into obsession. Eventually the day would come when she visited this underground sealed room alone. When that time arrived, I would turn her into the perfect hunting dog who sincerely called me Master and offered up even her acquaintances as sacrifices.
"Please take care."
Watching Ayoung's retreating back, I quietly curled the corner of my mouth.