Chapter 216 - Season 2 - Punishment in the Office
Squish—
Squelch—
Inside the office, the wet, lewd sounds of friction continued to echo and intertwine...
The room was thick with a wanton musk. The scent of Minseo's skin, which always drove Hayoung wild, vibrated through the air, intoxicating her.
Every time he twitched, transparent pre-cum trickled steadily from his glans. As Hayoung's hands became slick with his fluids, she couldn't hold back her own; her arousal leaked out uncontrollably, completely soaking her panties.
A full month.
It had been an entire month since she last had sex with Minseo.
To Hayoung, that month felt like an eternity. The pent-up frustration was so intense that simply kneading Minseo's cock with her hands was enough to make her drench her underwear.
"Ah... ahhh... I'm... I'm going to cum... Please..."
Minseo was no different.
He hadn't touched anyone for a month either.
He hadn't even had a moment to relieve himself by hand.
The Executives, and Minseo himself, had been far too busy adjusting to the shifting power dynamics of their new environment.
Even the slightest touch of Hayoung's soft palms against his shaft sent him over the edge. He poured out Cowper's fluid, unable to rein in the surging electricity in his veins.
With just a few strokes of Hayoung's hand, his cock had swollen to its absolute limit, veins bulging as it throbbed on the verge of eruption.
A white-hot sensation coursed through his brain.
It was a feast of pleasure that made his limbs tremble violently.
He knew that if he came now, he'd be exposing his pathetic state to the entire organization, yet the desperate urge to let go warred with his fading reason.
"Haa... I told you, if you cum, I'm raising the blinds. Hold it in."
Hayoung fought the urge to rip off her clothes and fuck Minseo right there on the office floor. She kept her voice as cold as possible, staring down at his dizzying, broken form.
Seeing Minseo on the verge of collapse, his skin a map of white and red whip marks, only fueled her desire to pounce on him.
Whether he sensed her hunger or not, Minseo's lewd moans grew louder. His cock seemed to crave even more violent stimulation, radiating heat without pause.
"But... it's too much... Please... please let me cum..."
Having been denied for a month, Minseo had truly hit his breaking point.
He was certain that if she pushed him just a hair further, he would spray himself ruthlessly against the glass.
"Let you? Why should I?"
Hayoung snorted, her hands never ceasing their violation.
If anything, she focused every nerve in her fingers to drive him closer to the cliff's edge.
She gripped his engorged shaft, shaking it roughly until his waist arched pitifully—
And with her other hand, she relentlessly attacked the sensitive head of his penis.
Hayoung knew exactly where to rub, where to press, and how to make Minseo wail in ecstasy.
As she expertly teased the glans with soft, rhythmic friction, Minseo let out a strangled cry, his body shaking as if his mind were snapping.
Squelch— Squish— Slop—
"I'm... I'm coming...!! Ahhh...!"
Minseo's body shuddered as the climax hit. He tried to pull away from her touch, but...
"Trying to run? You think I'll let you?"
Hayoung didn't give him an inch. She used her strength to pin him firmly against the glass window.
Minseo was pressed so tightly against the pane that he couldn't even squirm.
"Please... Ahhh... No...!"
Ignoring his desperate pleas, she leaned in.
"I told you. If you ejaculate without permission, the blinds go up."
She didn't let go. Instead, she began to jerk his burning cock with a rough, frantic speed.
Under Hayoung's lewd, skillful hands, Minseo finally broke. He couldn't hold it back for another second.
The ejaculation he had fought so hard to suppress... the raw, primal need...
He erupted right into Hayoung's palm.
"Ah—! Ahhh—!!"
Spurt— Splat—!
An incredible amount of thick, hot semen gushed out like a dam bursting.
The glass window and the blinds pressed against his body were instantly defiled, coated in his mess.
The semen didn't stop, spraying across the floor, the wall, and Hayoung's hands for thirty agonizing seconds.
Once he had spent every drop, Minseo's strength failed him. He collapsed onto the floor in a heap. Thud.
"Haa... haa... ugh..."
A crushing wave of self-loathing washed over him. He had done something so shameful in a place of business. The thought of the other members seeing the semen-stained office and his ruined state was too much to bear. Tears finally burst from his eyes.
...
Hayoung watched him for a moment, listening to his ragged gasps and sobs. She knelt down and gently stroked his sweat-dampened hair.
Tremble—
Minseo, still terrified of her, just shook with his eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the punishment he was sure was coming.
..
...
...
One second... ten seconds... thirty seconds passed.
But nothing happened.
By now, the blinds should have been up. The organization members should have been jeering or whispering at the sight of him.
Confused, Minseo slowly opened his eyes. Hayoung was just looking down at him, her expression almost fond.
The blinds were still closed.
"Hayoung-nim...?"
"Minseo."
Hayoung leaned in and whispered low in his ear.
"Yes..."
Minseo swallowed hard, hanging on her every word.
"I lied. About the blinds."
...?
A lie?
Minseo's brain stalled for a few seconds. He just stared at her, blinking blankly.
Why would she lie about that?
"I wanted to see you crying and begging at a single word from me. I wanted you to realize how much power I have over you. Don't worry. I'm the only one who gets to see you like this."
Hayoung needed him to understand his place again.
He might be an Executive, but to her, he was an Executive who owed her absolute loyalty. He was her Slave.
While the term 'Slave' was a bit complicated now, there was still a line that couldn't be crossed.
Even if she didn't lock him in a cage anymore...
She wanted an Executive who would come running the moment she called. A man who was loyally obedient.
That was what she required from him.
And that was why she had to train him with such a heavy hand.
"...Hayoung-nim... Thank you... I'm so sorry... I won't do it again..."
A rush of relief and gratitude flooded him, and the tears started falling again. He crawled forward with his battered body and clung to her legs.
Through this visceral, physical lesson, Minseo realized once again—deep in his bones—just how terrifying Hayoung could be, and exactly what he was to her.
"Kang Minseo. If this ever happens again, it won't end like this. Do you understand?"
Hayoung's expression finally softened, her face returning to its usual affectionate mask.
"Yes! Yes, I understand!"
Minseo buried his face in her lap and cried for several minutes. Sniffle.
With her anger finally spent, Hayoung welcomed him into a warm embrace. It seemed his punishment was finally over.
After the mess was cleaned up, Minseo lay on the office sofa with his head in Hayoung's lap. He was still naked, his skin glistening with the ointment she was applying to his whip marks.
She let him rest for a while, taking a moment for herself as well.
When she saw him starting to stir, Hayoung stood up.
"Are you... already..."
Minseo, who had reverted to formal speech while being disciplined, hesitated. He wasn't sure if he should keep being formal or go back to how they usually spoke.
"You can speak comfortably now."
Hayoung chuckled, finding his confusion cute. Smirk.
"Yeah... are you leaving already?"
"I have work to do. I'll be going now."
Hayoung slipped on her blazer, preparing to head out.
"Okay. I'll call you... Eonni."
"Oh, Minseo. You're free this evening, right?"
Before opening the door, Hayoung turned back to meet his eyes.
Minseo nodded, looking at her curiously.
"Uh... yeah? Why?"
He caught the look on her face, and for a moment, a chill ran down his spine.
Her expression was one of intense, hungry anticipation.
"Eon... Eonni? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Minseo's pupils shook as he stammered.
There was only one reason she ever made that face.
And that was...
"Come to my house as soon as you finish work. Your punishment... isn't over yet."
Her voice trembled with excitement. She gave him one last lewd look before closing the door and leaving the office.
Click.
As Hayoung walked away, her face was filled with more anticipation than ever before.
'My panties got so soaked... you're going to have to pay a steep price for that, Kang Minseo.'
She could already feel herself getting wet again just thinking about how she was going to fuck him tonight.
And—
Minseo, staring blankly at the closed door, felt the world go fuzzy. His legs gave out, and he slumped back onto the sofa, muttering to himself.
"Will I even be able to make it to work tomorrow...?"
Just imagining what she had in store for him tonight made his head spin.