Aisha the Chair and the Heroines' Forbidden Crushes
'I'm a chair... My mission is to let Master sit comfortably...' Thanks to Minwoo's punishment(?), Aisha kept feeding herself that kind of autosuggestion nonstop. But no matter how much she saw herself as a chair, she was still human, so her five senses and emotions remained fully intact. She felt Minwoo's weight on her back, heard his voice. She was aware of the mischievous hands toying with her ass like it was a plaything. And all of it brought Aisha unparalleled bliss. Being used as furniture by the master she adored beyond measure—it filled her with immense joy. Plus, now that she was just an object, she didn't need to feel jealousy or anything like that.
Minwoo's voice continued whispering in her ear.
"Let's start by having her strip lightly, shall we?"
"..."
Following Minwoo's words came the rustle of fabric. With her gaze fixed on the floor, Aisha couldn't see it, but the sound alone told her someone was undressing. Minwoo's voice rang out again.
"Hah... Maybe because I've only seen above-average tits since coming here, but this flat chest feels kinda refreshing instead."
"..."
Along with Minwoo's appreciative murmur, Aisha felt the sensation on her ass vanish. Minwoo had lifted both hands to grope Mari's breasts. A vague sense of loss washed over Aisha. But as a chair, she wasn't allowed to feel or express any emotions. So she simply stayed still.
"Hmm... This is even worse than Siola's. Hers at least had that cute little puff to them, but yours? Total washboard."
"..."
Grumbling like that, Minwoo slid his hands downward, kneading Aisha's breasts to test their feel. He grinned in satisfaction.
"Yeah. Now that's what tits are supposed to be like, right?"
Aisha basked in happiness once more at his actions. Minwoo had no way of knowing, but she was more than fully rewarded.
...
Minwoo's interrogation dragged on.
"Still, that hips look usable. Slender but with a nice curve. I'm not really into lolis myself, but I bet there's demand for this type. Eyes are a bit sharp, but the face is cute as hell no question... Yeah, every harem story needs at least one prickly loli heroine to set the vibe."
Minwoo critiqued Mari's looks like he was reviewing an eroge character. If he had to classify this stage, it was like evaluating the setup—how attractively the heroines were designed.
"Wait, hold up... But this overlaps with Siola's character too much, doesn't it? Too similar and it drags down the overall quality. Hmm..."
Pondering, Minwoo shrugged.
"Eh, I can just train one of them and totally rework her personality."
With character assessment wrapped up so casually, Minwoo dove into proper brainwashing intel-gathering.
"So... What's the most precious thing to our cute little Mari?"
No time to think—Mari's answer blurted out.
"Oppa."
"Oppa... You mean that guy?"
Minwoo pointed at Ares, and Mari nodded.
"...Intense sibling love, huh. Most siblings get along like shit, from what I hear... But nothing else besides that?"
"..."
No response from Mari. Minwoo clicked his tongue.
"Come on... You've got those close big sis types around too..."
He trailed off, then asked again.
"Hmm... Don't tell me... You like your oppa not as a brother, but romantically?"
"..."
Mari nodded. Minwoo sighed.
"Hah... So this is that brocon I've heard about... And it drops right at the start."
Minwoo shook his head at Ares standing off in the distance. Fingering Mari's tiny pink nipples, he pressed on.
"So... What's our brocon Mari's wish? To hook up with oppa?"
The answer came instantly.
"Confirm our love with oppa... Date as much as we want... Marry later... Have two kids... Live happily ever after..."
"Hah..."
Even under hypnosis, she added all those detailed explanations—impressive girl in every sense. Overwhelmed by her conviction, Minwoo's playful fingers froze.
"Hah... She's a total goner... Marry your real brother? And pop out kids? Two of 'em? Insane..."
"..."
Mari just stood silently. To Minwoo, her hypnotized blankness almost seemed defiant.
"But still, you're siblings—think that's even possible? Legality aside, would your oppa go for it?"
"I'll... make it... happen. Somehow."
"Whoa... And if he falls for another girl? You've got two prime ones right next to you."
"A concubine or two... fine. But the main wife... has to be me."
"...And if not?"
"...I'll kill them all."
"Holy shit..."
It kept escalating. Minwoo almost doubted if she was really hypnotized—her face held a demonic glint. Was this the legendary brocon yandere? Cowed by the tiny hypnotized girl, Minwoo stammered a bit.
"Uh, so... Current status? Does your oppa have someone he likes?"
"Not yet... I'm his favorite... But... Sera-unnie... on guard."
"Oho... So Sera likes your oppa too?"
"..."
Mari nodded blankly, but Minwoo sensed certainty in it somehow.
"Hm... Sera, huh... Then come over here a sec, Sera."
"..."
Sera stepped up beside Mari. Minwoo gazed at her serene, dazed face. Even by his isekai beauty standards, she was a solid pass—gorgeous.
"Yeah... Sera's pretty, no doubt. Sweet heart, total angel."
"..."
"So... Truth is, do you really like that guy over there?"
"..."
Sera nodded quietly. Minwoo rubbed his chin.
"As expected..."
Nothing new—Mari's words checked out. Even back in his old world, Minwoo had seen the signs in her behavior. She just wasn't great at hiding her feelings.
"But you got tangled with this brocon yandere—your road's doomed. Poor thing."
"..."
"Alright, since it's come to this, how about I push hard for our Sera? Sound good?"
"..."
No reply from Sera, but Minwoo kept going.
"While I give this scary yandere loli a proper schooling, you two get all lovey-dovey. Nice, right? Like it?"
"..."
"Not thrilled? Yeah, Sera's too nice for that aggressive style. Right?"
"..."
Sera nodded. As expected, Minwoo chuckled.
"Okay, so what's our Sera's wish? Something you want to come true?"
"I..."
Sera slowly spoke.
"I... want to be... braver than now..."
"Braver? ...Why?"
"To confess... to Ares... my feelings... But... if he rejects me... our current relationship... might break... I'm scared..."
"Hah... Jesus..."
Minwoo alternated glances between Sera and Mari, exasperated.
"What is this... Extreme culture clash exhibit. One's shooting a thriller about murder, the other's straight out of a pure romance manga."
His head throbbed; he groaned. But one more left.
"Well, since we're at it, let's hear from the last one. She looks normal on the outside at least..."
Minwoo called her.
"Luna, come here."
"..."
The final one, Luna, approached. Taller than the other two—about Aisha's height. Big for a girl.
"Hmm... My neck's getting sore. You three, kneel down."
"..."
At his command, the trio knelt in a row before him. He'd made the succubus sisters do the same before, but the sight never failed to stir a man's conquest lust.
Gazing down, Minwoo told Mari,
"You're the only one naked—looks weird. Put your clothes back on."
"..."
Mari started dressing. No special reason for clothing the other two instead—just savoring the expensive treasure chest a bit longer before opening. Minwoo regretted stripping Mari early. Next time, make 'em strip while conscious, he resolved.
While Mari dressed, Minwoo toyed with Aisha's ass and tail. Her chair autosuggestion seemed effective. Though her body's reactions were unavoidable—love juices started leaking from her secret spot.
"Alright, now for Luna's turn last."
"..."
"Luna. What's most precious to you?"
"...Sera."
"Sera? Oh yeah, childhood friends, right? So no feelings for that Ares guy?"
"..."
Luna nodded.
"Hmm... Values friendship above all... Friendship's great. Finally, a normal one."
"..."
"...No special wishes? Like safely returning to your world?"
"..."
Luna shook her head.
"No? Then what?"
"Sera... I... Sera and..."
"Hmm...?"
Luna's words made Minwoo grip Aisha's tail so hard—even the furniture-girl flinched.