Chapter 186 - Min-seo is Fucked
He'd been kissed twice. By two different people.
Once by Chaeryeong, and once by Jiha.
Right now, that realization was slowly shattering Minseo's sanity.
This doesn't make any sense...
How could he have kissed two different executives?
Were they his exes? His ex and his current?
If not that... then... was he... cheating?
The most logical conclusion was that he'd been a two-timer.
There was no other way to explain kissing two different women.
Minseo's suspicion was rapidly hardening into a sickening certainty.
Did I... cheat on them?
Once that thought took root, he couldn't bring himself to be honest with them. Who in their right mind would admit to being a cheater?
Minseo's mind spiraled deeper into a delusional, soap-opera drama of his own making.
If I was cheating... that explains why they said I didn't have a girlfriend. I must have kept my relationships a secret because I was playing them both.
"Fuck."
Minseo unconsciously bit his lip.
What kind of person had he been to do something so awful to such kind women?
He didn't know which one he'd betrayed, but he looked at Chaeryeong and Jiha with eyes full of guilt and sorrow.
I'm so sorry... Jiha-ssi... Chaeryeong-ssi... I think I used to be a real piece of shit...
Minseo's completely misguided, melodramatic speculation was now racing down the wrong track at full speed.
Still convinced of his distorted "truth," Minseo stood up, his voice trembling.
"...I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
Unable to meet their eyes, Minseo trudged up the stairs and retreated straight to his room.
And—
Once Minseo was gone, the executives left in the living room fell into a collective state of panic.
"...Hey... I think we're fucked, right?"
"Minseo's expression... it was really bad. I'm not the only one who saw that, right?"
"It's only natural for him to be confused after kissing two people... the problem is... what exactly did he remember?"
Hayoung, looking frantic, bit her nails and finally spoke.
"Could it be... that he hates us now?"
Yujin looked at the others with worried eyes as the question hung in the air.
A heavy silence fell over the room.
No one could deny the possibility.
After all, it was true that they had initially treated Minseo like a sex slave and abused him. Even if they loved him now...
That didn't erase what they'd done.
That was the reality they faced—the trial they had brought upon themselves.
"Minseo is starting to get his memories back. Let's just... tell him the truth. All of us."
Breaking the silence, Seoyoung spoke with a grim, determined look in her eyes.
Seoyoung absolutely refused to lose him. Even if he ended up hating or loathing her, she was ready to endure whatever punishment he dealt out.
She had grown to love him that much. She was profoundly grateful that he had been the one captured instead of her.
To Seoyoung, Minseo was now indispensable.
Even if the truth shattered him, she didn't want him to suffer through the confusion anymore. Just seeing him trudge up those stairs with such sad eyes had made her heart ache.
She wanted to come clean, even if it was late.
"No, I disagree."
Jiha spoke up, her tone serious as she opposed Seoyoung's suggestion.
"If we tell him everything now, the shock and sense of betrayal will be too much for him. We have to be cold about this. The fact that he's recovering memories is a good sign. Of course, he's going to be confused depending on what he recalls, but..."
Jiha squeezed her eyes shut as she thought of what she had done to him.
Forcing him to sit on a chair with a dildo attached, tormenting him for hours. Fucking him so roughly that he blacked out.
Countless memories of her cruelty flashed through her mind.
If Minseo... if he remembers those things... what will he think of me?
The mere thought made her legs tremble. The idea of Minseo looking at her with disgust, screaming at her to get away... it brought her to the verge of tears.
I'm so sorry... Minseo...
Jiha barely managed to choke back a sob.
"Haah... talking about it now won't solve anything. Let's just go to our rooms and rest."
In the gloomy atmosphere, Hayoung stood up and tried to comfort the others.
Her own heart was in turmoil. After all, she was the one who had brought him in as a slave. She was the one who had tormented him the most.
The fear of how Minseo would look at her once he remembered hit her like a tidal wave. But what was done was done.
Even if she could turn back time, she knew she would have made the same choice. Driven by a twisted sexual curiosity, she had taken a police spy and turned him into a sex slave for her own amusement.
That was Baek Ha-young's karma.
Knowing that better than anyone, she couldn't afford to break down. Even if Minseo never wanted her again, she wouldn't give him up. Not even if it killed her.
The executives remained silent for a moment longer before scattering to their respective rooms.
And so, amidst a thick, uneasy tension, the night came to an end.
*
Hours had passed. It was now the dead of night, the time when the whole world should have been asleep.
Normally, Minseo would have been dead to the world, but he was currently tossing and turning, his sheets a tangled mess.
"Haa... did I really cheat on them?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt like a total piece of garbage. He loathed his pre-amnesia self.
Even though the truth was the exact opposite.
"Fuck... how am I supposed to look them in the eye now?"
Minseo squeezed his pillow and let out a long, heavy sigh.
The fact that he was apparently a playboy... he was debating whether he should just confess and get it over with.
Then again, he wasn't a hundred percent sure his guess was right. They really could just be exes.
Still, it didn't change the fact that he seemed like trash who went around seducing every woman he met. He'd kissed both Chaeryeong and Jiha, and that wasn't something he could just laugh off. They would hate him if they knew.
Minseo was trapped in an agonizing internal conflict. No matter how much he racked his brain, there was no clear answer.
"Ah, shit."
Eventually, he rolled out of bed and headed for the kitchen. He needed some cold water to clear his head and hopefully help him fall asleep.
Step— step—
In the dark hallway, the only sound was the soft padding of his feet.
Minseo felt his way carefully toward the kitchen. But as he passed the room next to his, he saw a sliver of light leaking through the crack in the door.
What's that? This is Hayoung-ssi's room... is she still awake?
Driven by curiosity, he peered through the gap.
W-what the...
Minseo's pupils shook violently at the sight before him.
Squelch— squelch—
Through the crack, he saw everything.
"Euhheut... Minseo..."
Hayoung was on her bed, gasping his name. Her pajama pants and panties were bunched around her ankles, and her pale thighs were trembling as she masturbated furiously.
W-what is happening?
Minseo froze, paralyzed by the shocking scene. His gaze was locked onto Hayoung's slick, glistening folds as they leaked fluid.
"Euhheut... haa... Minseo... I like you so much..."
Hayoung buried two fingers into her soaking wet slit, rummaging deep inside herself.
"Ahn! Ahh!"
Lost in the pleasure, her hips bucked wildly. Her beautiful silver hair, damp with sweat, was spread across the pillows like silk.
Fuck... it's so... lewd... I can't look away...
Minseo hadn't touched himself in a long time, and the pent-up sexual tension was overwhelming. Just watching her explicit display made his cock throb so hard it felt like it would tear through his underwear. He was already leaking thick drops of pre-cum.
Before his memory loss, the executives had milked him dry constantly. Having this much built up was a new and agonizing sensation.
His body was burning up. Even if his mind didn't remember, his body did.
Just the sight of Hayoung like this had him dangerously aroused. Finally, unable to help himself, he reached down and gripped his crotch through his pants, watching her through the door.
Hhh... I have to be quiet...
He kneaded his erection roughly, his eyes wide as he watched her.
"Ahh!! Hhh!! Minseo!!"
Hayoung had clearly come several times already; her red eyes were hazy and wet with tears of ecstasy.
Fuck... fuck... why is she saying my name?!
Minseo didn't understand why she was calling for him, but the fact that she was masturbating to the thought of him sent his arousal skyrocketing.
In his intense focus, he shifted his weight and lost his balance.
Thump—
"Ngh!"
Minseo clamped a hand over his mouth and scrambled to the side.
Haa... haa... please tell me she didn't hear that...
His heart hammered against his ribs as he swallowed hard, waiting.
If she caught him, it would be a disaster.
A few breathless seconds ticked by.
Is it... is it okay?
Minseo slowly tried to stand on his shaky legs, intent on fleeing back to his room.
But his luck had run out.
Creeeeak—
Hayoung's door slowly swung open.
Drip—
Still half-naked, with vaginal fluid glistening on her thighs, Hayoung looked at the frozen Minseo with heavy, hooded eyes.
"...Haa... so you were watching the whole time?"
Hayoung took a slow step toward him.
"H-hik... Hayoung-ssi... that's... it's not what it looks like..."
Minseo was too stunned to move. His eyes kept darting down to her exposed lower body, where the juices were still dripping from her vulva.
"You must have really enjoyed watching me play with myself. Your pants are practically bursting."
Hayoung stared at his crotch, a hazy, predatory smile spreading across her face.
"It's a... a misunderstanding... Hayoung-ssi... please... let me explain..."
"Shh. Be quiet. Every time you speak, Minseo, I feel like I'm going to come so hard I'll die. ♡"
"Euh..."
Minseo realized this wasn't the usual Hayoung. The danger in her eyes—the raw, unbridled lust—was terrifying. But it was too late to run.
"Minseo... I don't think I can hold back anymore."
With those words, Hayoung grabbed his wrist and yanked him inside.
Click.
The door shut firmly... and the lock turned.