Chapter 67 - Bedridden
"...Whew... what's wrong with him?"
Hayoung stared at Minseo as he lay on the bed, groaning in pain.
Even though Minseo had only been back at Hayoung's mansion for a day, the rough treatment from Jiha had left him with terrible body aches.
"..I..I'm sorry.. Unni. I got carried away after so long..."
Jiha scratched her head with a sheepish look.
Of course, she kept to herself the fact that she'd tormented him even more viciously out of revenge.
"Yeah... at least you didn't break him. Go back and get some rest."
Hayoung tapped Jiha's shoulder lightly—tap-tap.
With that, Jiha headed home.
Thump—
"Kang Minseo. You okay?"
Hayoung asked, her face expressionless. Was she asking because she was worried her toy might be broken, or because she genuinely cared about his pain? From Minseo's position, he couldn't tell.
But one thing was certain: Hayoung at least had some humanity.
"Hiccup-! Hayoung-nim-! I missed you-! Sob-!"
Minseo dragged his aching body forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Hayoung's waist, clinging to her desperately.
'What's with him?'
Hayoung was slightly taken aback by the sudden display of affection, but she didn't show it.
"Looks like they really did a number on you."
She thought of it as a reward for his hard work and gently stroked his hair.
"Sob... sob..."
Minseo let out the tears he'd been holding back.
Jiha's torment had come as a real shock. Now, Lee Ji-ha had become a deep, bone-deep terror for him.
If Lee Ji-ha were the head of the Baekhwa Organization... Minseo would have already been broken beyond repair.
With that fear imprinted on him, Minseo cried his heart out by Hayoung's side.
After eating the porridge and medicine Hayoung fed him, he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
"Mm- mm-"
Minseo slept soundly and slowly opened his eyes.
He turned his head to check the clock... already 6 PM.
His lower back was so stiff he could barely move it, and his body had no strength.
'Lee Ji-ha...'
Minseo remembered how she'd treated him like a madman. She'd fed him aphrodisiacs to make him desperate, tortured his penis like a crazy woman, and fucked him like a maniac.
She was such a... terrifying... woman.
The woman who used to be his secretary was gone. Now there was only Lee Ji-ha, who existed solely to torment him.
But now that she was an executive, he might run into her many more times.
I need to come up with a countermeasure... a countermeasure.
And the only option available to him.
The maid suspected of being a spy for the Baekhwa Organization... Jiyu. He had to find evidence that she was a spy, and figure out which side she worked for.
Right now, with his body aches, he was, in a small way, free. They probably won't say anything if I move around a bit.
Minseo pushed himself up from the bed and leaned against the headboard.
I have to catch her somehow. That's the only way I can escape this slave status.
Just as Minseo finished that thought—
The door opened.
Creak—
"You're awake."
A calm voice. It was Suhyun.
She was holding porridge and medicine in her hands.
"...Hello... Suhyun-nim.."
This was their first meeting since she filmed him doing anal masturbation last time.
'Even so... she wouldn't tell a sick person to strip... if she does, I'm going to scream...'
Minseo swallowed hard with tension.
And as if she could read his mind, Suhyun said,
"Don't worry. I only came to feed you porridge today."
Suhyun said indifferently, set the porridge on the small table beside the bed, and sat down.
"...Yes..."
Minseo felt relieved and let out a breath.
"Open your mouth."
...She could have just said 'ah'... telling me to open my mouth is so heartless...
Minseo felt Suhyun's tone was still stiff, but what could he do? She was personally feeding him while he was sick. He had to accept it.
Ahh—
Minseo opened his mouth and accepted the porridge Suhyun spoon-fed him.
He chewed and savored the warm porridge with crunchy vegetables.
"By the way... where's Hayoung-nim?"
"Busy."
Suhyun's voice was firm.
Seriously... it feels like she has no emotions except when she's having sex.
Other than me... I wonder what she's like when she has sex with other people...?
Minseo retraced his memories of being with Suhyun. He remembered seeing her smile, make a sultry expression, look aroused.
Does she make those expressions with others too?
A question popped into his head, but he knew instinctively that asking would lead to a bad situation. So he bit his tongue.
"What are you looking at?"
Suhyun said coldly, aware that Minseo's gaze was fixed on her.
"Eep.. I'm sorry.."
Minseo immediately bowed his head, fearing what she might do.
"Eat."
Seeing that, Suhyun didn't react much and spooned him more porridge.
Minseo obediently ate everything she gave him, finishing every last bite.
"Phew... thank you for the meal."
Minseo studied Suhyun's expression as he spoke. She seemed to have something on her mind, like she was deep in thought.
'What is it? Does Suhyun have problems?'
Minseo couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked cautiously while drinking warm water.
"By any chance... is something on your mind...?"
If it had been a serious worry, she might have hesitated, but the answer came out immediately. And it was blunt and unfiltered.
"I had sex with someone else a few days ago."
"Pfft-!!"
As soon as he heard that, Minseo spectacularly sprayed the water he'd been drinking.
"...What are you doing?"
Suhyun said calmly, not even flinching at the ridiculous scene.
After Minseo roughly wiped the water with a towel, the conversation returned to where it started.
"With someone else... sex...?"
"A one-night stand, I suppose."
"Ah... a one-night stand..."
What is this... was Suhyun into that kind of thing? Like, did she love sex like crazy?
Questions flooded Minseo's brain, but he filtered them. The one he cautiously let out was:
"Why... did you do it...?"
And the answer was unexpected.
"I was curious. Whether it feels just as good with someone else."
Suhyun stared into Minseo's eyes with a sharp gaze.
'Other than you' means... she's talking about me, right?!
Minseo's pupils widened.
"So... what was the result...?"
"It wasn't good."
He didn't know what she meant by 'not good,' but deep down, Minseo felt a little better.
Bolt—
Suhyun suddenly stood up, leaned forward, and started to approach his face. As her handsome face got closer, Minseo turned his head away sharply.
"Why does it feel good when I torment you? Does it feel good when I have sex with you?"
Suhyun stared intently at his face with a puzzled expression.
Minseo's face turned red at her words.
"How would I know that..."
"Maybe it's because your dick... is big. The man I had sex with, he was smaller than you."
At Suhyun's unfiltered words, Minseo's ears turned red as he said,
"T-that... that doesn't matter..."
"It doesn't matter to me either. I'm going to torment you and fuck you until I figure out why it feels good."
Suhyun said indifferently while adjusting her tie.
"U-until you find out...?"
Minseo's voice trembled.
"Even if years pass... I'm going to fuck you until I get an answer I can accept."
Suhyun glanced at Minseo—sidelong—and then leisurely left the room with the empty porridge bowl.
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"Is she... crazy?"
After she left, Minseo blanked out for a few seconds, then muttered to himself.
"Whew... I've eaten, so let's begin."
Minseo got up from the bed. His body was still shivering and his back was stiff, but it wasn't unbearable.
First, Minseo's goal was to find the maid named Jiyu. She must be somewhere if he went out.
With that thought, Minseo opened the door wide. Just as he was about to step out, a thought crossed his mind.
Stop—*
If I approach her rashly... won't she notice? Even if I'm careful, if she senses something strange, she'll disappear. I caught this opportunity with such difficulty... I can't just throw it away.
Minseo came back into the room, sat on the bed, and thought deeply.
The two most important problems right now: First, how to approach her. Second, how to collect evidence.
Approaching her was one thing, but he had no way to gather evidence. If it were documents, that would be great... but if there's no such thing, he at least needed something like a recorder.
However, Minseo didn't even have a regular cell phone.
"Haah... I don't even have a phone... what do I do?"
Minseo held his throbbing head and sighed.
'Ask for help?'
Among the executives he knew, the one who might help was... Chaeryeong. She seemed to cherish him, and other than feeding him aphrodisiacs and fucking him, she took care of him pretty well.
But one thing bothered Minseo. If he asked for help and caught the spy, would Hayoung really raise his status? He might stay a slave forever, and it would just end with her being impressed or giving him a compliment. He couldn't let that happen. He had to catch her 'alone.'
That way, the credit would look bigger. Minseo vowed to catch the spy by his own power, without any help.
"Whew... first, how to get evidence..."
As Minseo repeated to himself, one item he possessed suddenly came to mind. He rummaged through the table drawer and took it out. It was none other than... an mp3 player.
"There might be... a recording function here too."
With trembling hands, he turned it on and carefully examined every function.
"Cr...azy..."
Minseo stared at the mp3 player with wide eyes. It was there. The recording function.
"It worked- it worked!!"
Minseo jumped on the bed, overjoyed as if he could fly.
"I'm definitely going to catch you. Spy."
The event that would decide the opportunity of a lifetime for Minseo was about to happen.