Chapter 1 - Imprisoned
"Huff."
Where am I?
I was just sleeping on the sofa a moment ago, wasn't I?
I looked around frantically and realized I was in some kind of warehouse.
Underfoot was a blue mat—the same kind we used to use in gym class back in school.
What the hell? What happened? I need to get out of here—
Clank.
Something felt wrong. I definitely wasn't free. A suffocating pressure. I was restrained... No way. I lifted my head to look up.
"Crazy..."
My hands were chained and hoisted upward.
The chains weren't pulled very high, so I could sit, but that was it. I could struggle, but I couldn't do anything else.
Kang Minseo racked his brain.
Why am I tied up?
Don't tell me... did she figure out who I really am?
A year ago, as a rookie cop, I was ordered to infiltrate the mafia. And I'd spent every day acting cautious, always on edge so I wouldn't get discovered. I lived in constant tension, careful not to get too close to any of the members.
"Please... it can't be... If she finds out... Hayoung will..."
Then it happened.
Click—
Click—
Click—
The sound of high heels echoing from a distance.
It rang through the chillingly vast warehouse.
She was walking toward me in a black suit.
Baek Ha-young. Long, straight white hair, sharp eyes, a sharp nose bridge.
Lips as red as a rose.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, but her impression—like something out of a vampire story—was so sharp that no one dared to treat her carelessly.
Ha-young stopped in front of me.
"Hoo... Minseo-ya."
A cold, icy voice rang out calmly.
Goosebumps spread across my whole body.
After a year together, I knew immediately.
She only used that voice when she was absolutely furious.
"Minseo-ya. You should answer when your name's called, shouldn't you?"
A soft tone, but by no means kind. It sounded more like a threat.
"...Yes."
Minseo answered, struggling to keep his trembling body under control.
Ha-young bent her knees, knelt down, met Minseo's eyes, and stroked his hair as she spoke.
"Our Minseo. Did you do something wrong to me?"
Her cold gaze drove me deeper into terror.
What should I do here?
Option 1. Confess everything and beg desperately.
Option 2. Keep playing dumb until the end.
In my heart, I wanted to pick Option 1 without hesitation.
I was so scared. If I kept lying, I couldn't guarantee what would happen next.
But there's no evidence yet.
Maybe she's just testing me—that's how the mafia works.
If she knew I was a spy, she'd have killed me already.
Please... let this be the right call...
"Boss... I really don't know what I did wro—"
Pfft.
Minseo spoke with the most aggrieved expression he could muster, but before he could even finish, Ha-young laughed like he was absurd.
"Minseo-ya. You still don't get it, do you? Yeah... well, I've been a bit bored lately, but thanks to you, I won't be bored anymore."
Oh no. Something's wrong. I have to fix this somehow.
"Boss... that's not it..."
"But I really need to do something about that flapping mouth of yours."
No sooner had she spoken than Ha-young tore off some duct tape from the floor and stuck it over Minseo's mouth.
"Mmm— Mmm—!"
With his hands already bound, having his mouth sealed too only tightened the grip of anxiety and terror on Minseo.
The fear of not being able to call for help in this truly empty warehouse.
Ha-young smiled faintly as she looked at him. Then she picked up a pair of scissors and slowly approached.
"Our Minseo was wearing nice clothes, huh? But what are you going to do now that you can't wear them anymore?"
What does that mean? Can't wear them? And why does she have scissors... No way...?
Minseo struggled with all his might.
But his hands were tied—there was only so much he could do.
Ha-young stepped toward him, one step at a time.
"Mmm— Mmm— Mmm!!"
Ha-young grabbed the struggling Minseo and, without a moment's hesitation, cut his shirt with the scissors.
Snip.
As the fabric fell away, Minseo's pale skin was exposed.
"Mmm—!"
Minseo's eyes flew open in panic.
Why... why are you doing this... don't...
As if she didn't care about his panic, Ha-young mercilessly cut through his clothes without hesitation.
After a few snips, the thin shirt soon fell to the floor.
Even though he was lean, his wiry muscles and abs were enough to quickly captivate a woman.
"Heh... Minseo-ya... were you hiding such a pretty body?"
She laughed mockingly at Minseo.
Minseo wanted to crawl into a hole out of shame.
"But this is just the beginning, Minseo-ya."
Saying that, Ha-young brought the scissors toward his dress pants.
That was when it happened.
Minseo struggled and pushed Ha-young away.
No... this absolutely can't happen...
I have to find a way. First, this tape—
Click.
Minseo's pupils shook.
"You seem to think I'm playing house right now."
Ha-young pulled out a gun, looked down at Minseo, and aimed the muzzle at him as she spoke.
"Minseo-ya. This isn't the police station. If I put my mind to it, I can kill you and no one will ever know."
At those words, Minseo shuddered.
She knew everything. That I was a cop... It's all over now.
"So if you resist one more time, I'll just shoot you."
With that, Ha-young put the gun down and approached Minseo again with the scissors.
He couldn't struggle. There was no strength left in his body.
He couldn't do a thing—terror and shock had drained him.
Snip.
Snip.
The dress pants were cut away piece by piece, and soon only his underwear remained.
Minseo's eyes brimmed with tears. They looked like they'd spill at the slightest touch.
Ha-young looked at him like that, then cut away the last scrap of underwear.
Now Minseo was tied up in the warehouse, completely naked.
His thick pubic hair and his penis were fully exposed to Ha-young.
Minseo couldn't hold back anymore. Tears streamed down his face.
"Huuu—mmm..."
The tears ran down his cheeks and dripped onto his thighs.
"Minseo-ya. Crying like that only makes me want to torment you more."
Seeing Minseo sobbing naked, his pale skin exposed, Ha-young's sadistic desires surged wildly.
She immediately bent her knees and grabbed Minseo's penis tightly.
"Mmm—!!"
Minseo, eyes reddened, trembled at the sudden stimulation.
"I'm going to jerk you off now... If you cum without permission, you're dying here today."
What is she saying?
Minseo couldn't properly process the situation—caught between stimulation and terror.
"Nod if you heard me."
Overwhelmed by fear, Minseo nodded vigorously.
"Tell me when you feel like you're going to cum. The moment you come without telling me... well, I'll leave it to your imagination."
Ha-young smiled wickedly as she spoke, then grabbed Minseo's penis and started to move her hand.
Even in this terrifying situation, his desires began to stir.
Ha-young gripped his shaft and began to stroke slowly.
Minseo, who'd been so busy with his current life he hadn't even had a proper girlfriend, instinctively pulled his legs together at the first stimulation he'd ever felt.
"Mmm...!"
Ha-young stared coldly at him and said,
"Spread them."
A chill ran down his spine. He thought he'd gradually get used to the constant terror, but the terror she dealt was beyond anything he could imagine.
"This is your last warning. There won't be another. I said spread them."
Minseo, tears in his eyes, slowly spread his legs.
Yeah... I can't die like this. No matter what they do to me, surviving is what matters.
Minseo spread his legs into an M-shape.
Naturally, his penis and pubic hair came even more explicitly into Ha-young's view.
Ha-young seemed satisfied as she grabbed his shaft again.
Then, with her index finger, she gently rubbed the tip of his glans.
His penis began to swell more and more.
In his heart he screamed
no, no
, but he couldn't suppress his arousal just by thinking about it.
In the end, Minseo's penis stood stiffly, veins visible, as if it craved the stimulation despite his mind's protests.
"It gets hard even in a situation like this? You've got weird tastes."
Ha-young sneered, staring intently at his erection.
Then she began to pump her hand—slowly at first.
Every time her hand moved down and up, Minseo's body jerked slightly.
He felt his mind gradually being stained with pleasure. Like if this kept up, he'd just surrender to instinct.
She kept pumping, and with her index finger she rubbed the pre-cum that beaded at the tip. Each touch made Minseo visibly tremble.
Every time her small, fair, delicate hand passed over his shaft, his mind went more and more blank.
As that happened, Ha-young jerked him harder and faster.
Before he knew it, the trickling pre-cum was enough to dirty her hand, and Minseo's penis, veins bulging, was being ravaged by her grip.
Squish—
Squish—
"Heup..!"
His mind screamed that he was reaching his limit.
Minseo, unable to keep his thoughts straight because of her hand, felt the urgent need to come rush in like a tidal wave. He signaled with his whole body.
"If you come, you die here today."
That's what she'd said.
He couldn't die so pointlessly.
Minseo shook his head, signaling for Ha-young to please stop.
But she, as if she hadn't even seen it, grabbed his shaft even more violently and pumped.
"Heup!! Heup!!!"
Please stop... please...
Squish—squish—
He couldn't endure the intense stimulation any longer.
Minseo came, spraying thick white fluid right in front of Ha-young's eyes.
"Huuuuuu—mmm!!"
Splurt—
Splurt—
Minseo's thighs and ass trembled and convulsed.
Semen scattered across the blue mat, and what remained on his penis dripped downward.