EP 1. Home Visit (Family Brainwashing)
The thing she had dreaded happened far sooner than expected.
When she stepped into the lecture hall that afternoon, clusters of students were already whispering as they glanced her way.
She didn’t need to hear the words to know exactly what they were saying.
“So she was that kind of girl after all.”
The moment those words reached her ears, suspicion hardened into certainty. A wave of nausea rose in her chest, almost bringing her to tears.
Yet how could she condemn others for jumping to conclusions and spreading rumors when she herself had once looked down on the women who had fallen for that senior?
What was so great about a shallow, empty-headed man like him?
She had dismissed them as fools. Thoughtless. Easily swayed.
All without realizing they were victims.
And now the trap had caught her instead.
By the time class ended and she headed home, her mood had sunk to its lowest point. She had no idea what to do next. If only her comrades had been there. If only the commander had been there.
But “if” was just “if.”
The realization of her own weakness hurt most of all—that without them, she could do nothing.
“Oh, Unni’s home.”
The moment she arrived, her already foul mood twisted into outright shock.
She had just kicked off her shoes and stepped past the entryway when she saw them: her younger sister sitting on the living-room sofa, and right beside her—Kang-hyuk, lounging there as if he belonged.
“What the heck, Unni? You lied to me! You said you didn’t have a boyfriend, but you’re dating such a cool guy?”
Jia licked her ice cream and spoke with innocent cheer.
“H-how…?”
Jieun’s mind went blank. It felt as though someone had suddenly exposed a vital spot she had sworn never to show.
“Ah, sorry, Jieun. You said you were busy and couldn’t eat with me, so I came to see you anyway. I had no idea you had such a cute little sister. You know me—I can’t resist pretty girls. Since you wouldn’t keep me company, I figured I’d borrow her instead.”
He spoke while resting his hand on Jia’s chest, openly kneading it. Jia showed no reaction at all.
“What do you mean, ‘instead of Unni’? That’s mean, Oppa. I can hear everything. Still… if it means I can be useful to you, I guess I’d be a little happy?”
Jia giggled shyly.
“Get away from her, Jia! That man is dangerous!”
“Huh? Oh, you mean that superpower thing? Unni, don’t tell me you actually believe in that stuff? That’s hilarious.”
“Jieun has a bit of a naïve side,” Kang-hyuk added smoothly.
“I know, right? Sometimes she seems like a total kid.”
It was already too late. One look at Jia’s eyes told Jieun everything—she had fallen under his ability and was now hypnotized.
A chill raced down her spine.
She should have foreseen this. Kang-hyuk was a villain—more cunning and despicable than any she had ever faced. She should have anticipated that he would target the people around her.
Jia wasn’t an Awakener. Even a trivial trick would be enough to steal her heart.
“So, Jia, how about having sex with me instead of your sister?”
He asked while draping an arm around Jia’s head.
“Instead of Unni? That sounds kinda gross.”
Jia pouted, then broke into an excited smile.
“But if it means Oppa chooses me, maybe it’s not so bad?”
“Are you a virgin, Jia?”
“Yes. Obviously.”
“And you’re still this eager?”
“Because I like you that much, Oppa.”
“You’re a good girl. Unlike your sister.”
He pulled Jia into his arms and kissed her, all while glancing sideways at Jieun.
Something inside Jieun snapped.
“You… take your hands off my sister, you bastard!”
Perhaps her reason had simply shut down. Normally, the Ideal Lover conditioning would have made attacking him impossible. Yet her fist flew anyway—only to be blocked.
By Jia.
“Unni, what are you doing?”
Jia’s eyes were cold. She stood up, arms spread protectively in front of Kang-hyuk, blocking Jieun’s path.
“Were you trying to hit your own boyfriend? Is that who you are, Unni? Have you lost your mind?”
At those words, the buried imprint flared back to life. The mindset and behavior expected of the Ideal Lover flooded through her. Her raised fist dropped on its own. Hostility vanished; she could no longer attack.
“See? Why did you do that, Jieun? You scared me. I thought our kind, righteous Jieun was actually going to hit me.”
Kang-hyuk stepped behind Jia, hands roaming freely over her chest and between her legs as he spoke. Even watching the vulgar display, Jieun could not summon any anger.
“I-I’m sorry… Senior…”
She clenched her teeth, refusing to say it, but the words spilled out anyway. Nausea surged up her throat.
“Good. Apology accepted. I’ll forgive you. In exchange, you won’t mind if I fuck your sister right in front of you, will you?”
“That’s…”
He was fishing for those exact words. She had fallen for the same trick too many times not to recognize it now. He was trying to place her in his debt again.
But even so—
“Please… don’t do it… I’m begging you…”
Even so, she could not stand by and watch innocent Jia fall into this monster’s hands. This was all her fault for being careless.
“So you’re saying you don’t want me to touch Jia?”
He spelled it out, as if reading the terms of a forced contract. Then he waited for her to sign.
Despicable. But she had no choice.
“…No.”
Once again, she had been made to owe him.
***
She had been tricked again.
She should have noticed. The way he kept repeating the subject, dragging the conversation out—there had been an ulterior motive. She had been so focused on stopping the immediate disaster that she overlooked the fatal opening.
“Unni, you have to rub it more eagerly. What kind of girlfriend are you?”
They were in the bathroom. Jieun knelt naked on the floor. In front of her stood Kang-hyuk, equally bare. And beside them—Jia.
Four large breasts pressed and rubbed against the thing rising between his legs.
He had kept his word not to touch Jieun. Just like when he had promised not to lay a hand on her. But right after placing her in his debt, he had turned to Jia with a mocking smile and asked if she wanted to help wash him in the bath.
Of course the brainwashed Jia had agreed. She had even begged to be allowed to do it.
And this was the result.
The sister she had tried to protect was now on her knees before this vile man, using her breasts to stroke the grotesque thing between his legs. And Jieun herself…
She no longer even felt anger. Only helplessness, settling into a deep, suffocating gloom.
This man was clever. Cunning. He was always several moves ahead of her. The thought filled her with fear.
When he told her to undress, she hadn’t been able to resist at all. When he ordered her to wrap her breasts around that thing, the same thing happened. She could feel the “debt” he had placed on her turning into a lethal poison, accumulating inside her body.
Would she soon be just like Jia—her heart stolen by him? Would she become another toy dancing in the palm of his hand, like so many others?
The thought alone made it hard to breathe.
She was terrified. She didn’t want that.
“Unni!”
Jia’s sharp voice snapped her out of it.
“H-huh?”
“What are you doing? Are you joking around? Is this how a girlfriend behaves?”
“Ah… okay…”
Jieun glanced sideways at Kang-hyuk. If she angered him, he might hurt Jia. That fear drove her to grab her own breasts and begin moving them up and down.
His thing was shockingly large—far bigger than what she had possessed back when she was a man. She hadn’t wanted to compare, but the comparison forced itself on her. How could she not, when something like that was right in front of her?
If she had been born and raised as a woman from the start, she might never have realized how extraordinary the size was. But because she had once been male, because she knew, she understood exactly how absurd it was.
Eighteen centimeters? No—nineteen? Maybe more. But length wasn’t the real issue. The terrifying part was the thickness. It was thick enough to completely fill the diamond-shaped space created by four large breasts pressed together.
She couldn’t even imagine what would happen if something that size were forced inside. It would be nothing short of violence.
“Justice Red. You used to be a man, didn’t you?”
Kang-hyuk spoke. Jieun nodded reluctantly. He knew her original identity. That fact was suspicious, but she had no room to dwell on it. Her thoughts were already too scattered, too chaotic, focused entirely on the thing in front of her.
“How is it? My cock? Compared to what you used to have.”
“It’s… incredibly big… I think…”
She didn’t want to answer, but the words came out honestly anyway. The Ideal Lover could not lie or hide things.
“Yeah? What do you think would happen if I shoved this inside you?”
A filthy question.
“I… don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I’ve… never experienced anything like that…”
“Aha. Right. You’re a virgin. Even when you were a man, you were a virgin?”
At his question, her face inexplicably flushed. She nodded, then felt a wave of self-loathing. She had never cared about that sort of thing before.
After she rubbed him thoroughly, thick semen erupted from him. It shot upward and splattered across her breasts—hot, sticky, and slick.
It should have been the worst feeling imaginable. Yet, perhaps because of the suggestion, it didn’t feel entirely unpleasant.