Chapter 218 - Season 2 - Caught
The meeting that had nearly spiraled into a disaster ended haphazardly as the minutes ticked by.
Aside from Hyerin, the other organization members didn't seem to think much of Minseo's unexpected moans.
After the meeting, everyone returned to their usual duties until 6:00 PM finally rolled around, signaling the end of the workday.
Minseo had spent the afternoon struggling against the stinging pain of his wounds, but he considered it a win that he'd made it through the day without any major incidents.
"Phew... thank god."
He felt a wave of relief that work was over, but deep down, a sharp fear was already making him tremble.
The source was none other than Hayoung-nuna's summons.
'She definitely said...'
Hayoung-nuna had ordered him to come to her house the moment she left the office.
And she'd added the terrifying detail that his punishment wasn't over yet.
The lewd, lingering gaze she'd given him was the cherry on top.
"At this rate, I'm going to have a heart attack in the middle of sex..."
No matter how he looked at it, Minseo knew he wouldn't be getting any peaceful sleep tonight.
His mind was filled with the dread of moaning and drowning in pleasure until dawn.
"Haa... whatever. I just need to get to Hayoung-nuna's place."
Realizing he had no choice, Minseo began preparing to leave, his expression heavy with resignation.
Throb—
"Ugh..."
As he moved, his clothes rubbed against his raw wounds again, making him grimace.
"This suit is too uncomfortable... I'll change into a tracksuit."
The tight fabric of the suit was perfect for tormenting his battered skin, so he decided to switch into something looser before heading out.
Assuming most of the members had already left, Minseo relaxed and shrugged off his suit jacket, then began stripping off his shirt and pants.
Thinking he was alone, he undressed as casually as if he were in his own bedroom, but...
Someone was still in the office.
'Haa... how should I even start the conversation?'
Hyerin was firmly convinced that Minseo was in terrible physical shape. She was currently standing just outside the office door, bracing herself to talk to him directly.
Hesitating over how to break the ice, Hyerin stood there with a pensive look on her face...
While Minseo, completely oblivious, finished shedding his suit.
"Phew... that's better."
Once the restrictive suit was gone, Minseo stood there in nothing but his underwear, his pale skin exposed.
Of course, that pale skin was now littered with angry wounds.
Curious about the state of his red, swollen backside, Minseo hooked his thumbs into his waistband and slid his underwear down to his ankles.
He stood before the full-length mirror, gingerly touching his bruised buttocks.
"H-hng... ugh..."
A burning pain raked through him at the slightest touch, making him shudder and let out a shaky breath.
'It hasn't even been a day... I guess it was too much to hope the ointment would work that fast.'
As Minseo stood there lost in thought...
The unthinkable happened.
While checking his condition, he had let out a soft moan of pain without realizing it...
And Hyerin, standing right outside the door, heard it.
'Was that...??'
Hyerin pricked up her ears. She was certain she'd just heard Minseo-ssi crying out in agony.
In an instant, her imagination ran wild. She saw a vision of Minseo-ssi suffering alone from a terminal illness, collapsing and vomiting blood while no one was there to help.
Convinced her worst fears were true, she decided she had to save him immediately.
Usually, knocking before entering a superior's office was basic etiquette...
But this was an emergency.
Every second counted!
"Minseo-ssi! I'm coming to help you—!!!"
Hyerin burst into the room with a heroic expression, throwing the door open with a bang...
And froze.
There was Minseo, completely naked and covered in wounds, clutching his own backside.
The moment Hyerin saw him, her brain short-circuited. She lost all ability to speak.
She could only blink, her eyes locked onto his red, swollen rear.
She wasn't the only one whose mind had gone blank.
'.........?????'
At the sight of Hyerin barging in while screaming at the top of her lungs, Minseo's face turned to stone.
'W-what... the hell...?'
Having his battered, naked body exposed so suddenly left Minseo in such a state of shock that he couldn't move or speak. He was paralyzed.
...
....
.....
The silence stretched between them for an eternity.
"I-I'm so sorry!"
Hyerin snapped out of it first. Her face turned as red as a beet from the sheer shame of her misunderstanding. She slammed the door shut and bolted.
"Are you crazy? Hyerin, are you insane?! Aaaahhh!"
She sprinted out of the building and across the street...
Disappearing into the distance while screaming gibberish and cursing her own stupidity.
"...I'm fucked."
Minseo stared blankly at the door long after she was gone. Then, reality came crashing down.
His body was covered in whip marks, and his buttocks were swollen from a brutal spanking.
Anyone with eyes could tell exactly what kind of marks those were.
"Ha... I have to find her later and clear this up."
The professional image and authority he'd worked so hard to build as a respectable superior had crumbled in a single second.
Minseo felt a dizzying mix of emotions.
It had been a long time since anyone besides the executives had seen him naked.
And not just naked—naked and covered in the evidence of a sadistic beating.
"What the hell is Hyerin-ssi going to think of me now...?"
He was spiraling into a dilemma over how to fix this mess when...
His phone began to ring.
The sound acted like a bucket of cold water, snapping him back to his current reality.
"Fuck."
He had an appointment. Right now.
A very, very, very important one...
Minseo checked his phone with trembling hands.
The name 'Hayoung-nuna' was flashing on the screen.
He'd been so distracted by the incident with Hyerin-ssi that he'd been sitting in the office for over thirty minutes.
Knowing he was in deep shit, Minseo answered the phone with a look of pure anxiety.
"He...llo...?"
"...Minseo."
Hayoung's voice was terrifyingly calm.
"Nu...na... listen, I..."
Minseo tried to stammer out an excuse to soothe her, but she cut him off.
"I told you to run over here the second you finished work. I guess you've decided you like ignoring me."
Her voice was so cold it felt like it could freeze the phone in his hand.
"No... sor...sorry... I'm leaving right now..."
In his panic, he let the truth slip.
"...You're leaving now? So you haven't even left the building yet."
"........Nu...na."
A chill ran down his spine. He felt his blood turn to ice.
"We'll talk when you get here."
Click—
She hung up without another word.
"...What do I do?"
Minseo scrambled out of the office, looking like he was on the verge of tears.
*
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Minseo arrived at Hayoung's mansion, drenched in a cold sweat from the rush.
"Phew, phew..."
He took several deep breaths in front of the door to Hayoung's private study, then slowly pushed it open.
Click—
Inside, Hayoung was a vision of cold beauty. She was wearing glasses, focused intently on her work.
Dressed in a simple white short-sleeved t-shirt, her haughty expression as she pored over documents was striking enough to stop anyone in their tracks.
She had a sharp nose and piercing, sexy eyes.
Her pale skin contrasted sharply with her red lips, giving her an overwhelming, almost predatory aura—like a vampire.
Gulp.
Overwhelmed by the atmosphere she radiated, Minseo swallowed hard and forced himself to speak.
"Nuna... I'm here... I'm so sorry I'm late..."
Earlier that day, he'd been whipped raw and had begged for mercy like a dog.
He'd promised over and over that he would be obedient...
And yet he'd broken that promise before the day was even out.
It was because of an accident, sure, but he knew that to Hayoung-nuna, it would just sound like another pathetic excuse.
The silence in the room was thick with tension.
At the sound of his voice, Hayoung set down her paperwork and slowly looked up.
When his eyes met her cold gaze—a look that suggested she might devour him whole—Minseo felt his heart skip a beat.
His eyes darted around, unable to hold her sharp stare.
"One hour. It took you an hour to travel a distance that takes thirty minutes."
Hayoung removed her glasses, stood up, and walked toward him with long, deliberate strides.
Her voice remained eerily calm.
That was what scared him the most.
They say that when someone is truly, insanely angry... they become terrifyingly quiet.
"I'm... sorry... something came up..."
As she stopped directly in front of him, Minseo answered through a parched throat.
"Is that so?"
Contrary to his expectations, Hayoung didn't interrogate him. Instead, she reached out and gently stroked his cheek.
Wince—
Minseo flinched, his body reacting violently to the unexpected touch.
'What the hell is she thinking...?'
The way she just stroked his face in silence sent a chill through him that he couldn't even describe.
"Phew... Minseo. Take off... your clothes."
After a few more strokes, Hayoung gave the command, her breath hitching as if she were aching for something.
Hearing that ragged breath, Minseo was forced to look into her eyes.
And finally, he understood.
He realized why she was acting so strange.
"Haa..."
Her breathing was growing heavy, and her cheeks were flushed.
That incredibly alluring, predatory gaze told him everything.
Hayoung-nuna was absolutely, incredibly turned on.