Dreams of the Past
"Hey, Yoon Seung-woo!"
A friendly voice called out to me in a lowered tone.
At the sound of that awakening voice, I slowly lifted my eyelids and came to my senses.
Tap, tap…
The view of the desk I had been slumped over gradually revealed the familiar scenery of a classroom.
A teacher tapping the blackboard with chalk.
While the students on either side of me in the very back row took notes, all of them watching the teacher.
For a few seconds, I stared blankly at that familiar yet impossible scene.
"Hey!"
The friendly voice called out to me once more.
My gaze naturally turned toward the source of the sound, and there was a familiar face smiling at me with her head turned.
Yoon Seong-ha.
My longtime friend who had lived in the same neighborhood since we were kids.
She was the kind of friend I could call my closest buddy, but contrary to the crude expression, Seong-ha didn't have any balls.
Which meant…
She was a girl.
"What were you doing last night that you're passed out asleep through the entire class?"
With the clear scenery of the blue sky visible through the window beside her, the face looking at me was beautiful.
Not only her appearance, but also the massive breasts clearly visible beneath her crisp white shirt and her slender figure were the same.
Her personality was bright and round, and unlike me, she was sociable too.
She wasn't at the very top of the class academically, but she always ranked among the highest in the entire school.
In short…
She was perfect.
Her presence drew attention from many, and naturally became the target of countless male students' affections.
The fact that I had stopped counting after more than fifty guys asked me to introduce them to her—knowing we were childhood friends—was proof enough.
"Oh? Not answering?"
After staring at her in a daze for a while, lost in thought, Seong-ha narrowed her eyes and playfully glared at me.
I chuckled at my best friend's teasing and briefly searched my memory.
Yesterday…?
Come to think of it, what did I do yesterday…
"…I don't remember."
When I answered honestly, Seong-ha let out a hollow laugh, then suddenly remembered something mischievous.
"That's why I told you to stop watching porn. It's bad for your bones."
Seong-ha giggled, covering her mouth.
Disliking that smug attitude, I shot back.
"Like you're one to talk?"
"Eek—"
She looked slightly flustered, as if she hadn't expected that comeback, then blushed and shouted.
"I don't watch that stuff!"
At Seong-ha's outburst, the entire classroom fell silent.
The sound of note-taking stopped as every pair of eyes turned toward her—the culprit of the commotion in the back row.
"What exactly don't you watch, Yoon Seong-ha?"
"Th-that… I'm, I'm sorry…"
When the teacher shot her a glare and asked, Seong-ha apologized with her head slightly bowed in embarrassment.
Snickers erupted from various corners of the classroom, and her face turned even redder.
Once the laughter died down and the classroom returned to its usual calm, Seong-ha made a hand gesture to block sound and whispered to me in a low voice.
"It's your fault…! Do you want to die?"
The sight was so funny that I laughed under my breath.
"Heh heh! Kill me—"
Just as I was about to say "then," my mouth closed.
"Why?"
When I suddenly stopped laughing and went silent, Seong-ha looked at me strangely.
……
……
"Is there something on my face?"
When I kept staring at her without a word, lost in thought, Seong-ha spoke in a puzzled voice.
My mood sank.
"Heavy" was the right word for it.
In a serious tone, I asked her.
"How do you… see me?"
It must have been an abrupt question, because Seong-ha tilted her head slightly, but she smiled at me without much hesitation, as if the answer wasn't difficult.
"Well, of course—"
Seong-ha's lips moved, but I couldn't hear what came next.
Along with her gentle smile, the decisive sound that would define our relationship was buried in a muffled ringing in my ears.
So, to hear it somehow, I opened my mouth to her again—to the one who had been my precious friend.
I asked her to say it again since I hadn't heard.
To let me hear it one more time.
At that moment.
[Aha—]
Another familiar voice, laced with a mocking laugh, blocked my hope.
[Time to wake up from the dream, Yoon Seung-woo.]
The one calling my name in a friendly manner had the same voice as Seong-ha.
But the personality contained within, the very existence, was completely different.
[Don't worry. From now on, I'll become your dream.]
The voice pulling me in was unlike Seong-ha's—it carried a wickedness that would break a person's emotions.
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Hisss—
I woke up to the sound of something being grilled over fire.
As my blurry vision regained clarity, what came into view was the familiar ceiling of my house.
My consciousness, still not fully returned from the dream, wandered for a few seconds before slowly settling back into reality.
The delicious smell drifting in through the door completely awakened my hazy mind, and I realized two things.
First, I had just been dreaming.
Second, yesterday I had gotten a job at some unknown company, brainwashed a woman at a motel, and had my way with her.
Neither of those things felt real yet, but my quick adaptability helped me organize my thoughts.
For now, I got out of bed and walked toward the kitchen, where the sound of cooking could be heard.
"Aha—"
A woman who sensed my presence turned her head to the side.
"You're up?"
It was her.
The Guide.
The entity parasitizing my body and teaching me the company's work.
She had the same face and voice as Seong-ha, based on my memories, but her ruby-red eyes and the unsettling aura that hid her true intentions made her a completely different existence from Seong-ha.
"Time to eat."
She spoke while stirring the sizzling dish with a kitchen utensil.
Wearing nothing but a white shirt like yesterday, she stood in the sunlight streaming through the window, her skin faintly visible beneath the fabric.
Even though she knew this, she paid it no mind and continued cooking with her usual carefree smile.
The sight of a girlfriend or wife cooking in nothing but a shirt.
Perhaps it was every man's fantasy, and for a moment, I was entranced.
It wasn't just because of her appearance or the heart-pounding situation.
It was because the fact that someone was in this space where I had been alone for so long, and that someone was cooking, stirred up a longing I hadn't felt in ages.
"Aha ha— What are you staring at like that? Sit down already."
She scooped the steaming fried rice onto a plate, placed it on the table, and spoke.
In a half-dazed state, I sat down as if entranced by her words.
"It's egg fried rice. You like it, right?"
Sitting across from me, she rested her chin on her hand and looked at me intently as she spoke.
Faced with the ideal scene I had once longed for in the past, I forced my consciousness to focus.
If I didn't hold on, it felt like my soul would be sucked into those ruby-red eyes.
Thinking that I mustn't let my soul be held hostage by this devilish woman, I spoke in a somewhat sharp voice laced with wariness.
"You know that from my memories too?"
"What if I do?"
She slightly raised the corner of her mouth.
"What's the problem? Seung-woo?"
Her gentle smile called my name in that familiar tone.
The sight of her mimicking someone from my memories, even for a moment, perfectly recreated the atmosphere of the woman named Yoon Seong-ha.
Just as I was about to get angry and shout at her not to defile those memories, she spoke first.
"Aren't you hungry? You must be exhausted after going crazy having sex with that woman you brainwashed into a doll yesterday."
She was right.
Even after that woman—Se-ah—climbed on top of me and made me climax, we had sex several more times.
After enjoying ourselves until I could barely lift a finger, night fell, and we left the motel together.
After giving her a few commands in advance so I could use her again later, I passed out as soon as I got home.
And then it was just like now.
"Eat first."
The Guide, noticing that I was lost in thought trying to choose my words, gestured toward the food she had made.
The egg fried rice, steam still rising from it.
It was one of my favorite dishes.
Gulp—
Hunger suddenly hit me hard.
Just as she said, after everything that happened yesterday and all that calorie-burning sex, it was only natural.
I hesitated for a moment, my hand reaching for the spoon, but soon used it to bring the fried rice to my mouth.
"Munch."
…It was delicious.
Exactly to my taste.
"Tasty, right?"
She let out a small giggle.
Disliking her reaction, which seemed to know exactly what I was thinking, I wanted to deny it even with a lie, but unfortunately, it would probably show on my face right away, so I gave up.
"Want more? Just say the word."
As I was devouring the food she had made, a gentle voice reached my ears.
Looking at me with a pleased expression, she had an affectionate gaze.
"I hope you eat a lot and stay healthy."
For some reason, she was exuding an atmosphere full of goodwill toward me.
It felt like she was trying to break down my wariness with that familiar face, so I once again showed my caution through silence.
"Heh heh…"
She smiled at me like that.
For a while, the only sounds in the kitchen were me eating and the quiet stillness of her watching me wordlessly, settling over the once-desolate kitchen scene.
"Ugh—"
I finished eating.
Not a single grain of rice remained on the plate.
Then, as if she had been waiting, she handed me a cup of water.
"Thank… you."
As I accepted it without thinking and blurted out my thanks, she smiled silently and was halfway out of her chair to do the dishes when her movement suddenly stopped.
Her gaze was directed somewhere.
At the end of her line of sight was my erection, swollen beneath my pants from morning wood.
"Ah…"
As embarrassment washed over me and I panicked, she grinned and spoke.
"Want me to help you out? We can't have sex yet, but I can use my hands or mouth."
Her face was smiling, but there was no playfulness in it.
She was serious.
"…It's fine."
"Embarrassed? How cute. After you fucked that woman senseless according to your desires yesterday, and now this?"
"Ugh…"
"Aha ha— You're so adorable!"
After laughing loudly once, she started doing the dishes.
Even though I was trying to maintain my wariness toward her, I couldn't let the person who had even cooked for me do more chores.
Just as I was about to say I would do it instead, she spoke first without even turning around.
"Just sit still. What you need to do is sit there and rest comfortably."
Her firm refusal of my labor pinned my actions in place.
"Here—"
After finishing the dishes, she sat back down across from me and handed me a smartphone on the table.
It wasn't my phone.
It was one of the items the company had provided for work.
"The tutorial's over, so it's time to start the real game."
On the screen of the phone she held out was a photo of a woman.
Upon closer look, not only her photo but also her personal information was written in detail.
Where she lived, her name, family relationships, likes, past, education, assets, and so on.
It was safe to say it contained everything about her personal life.
"She's the woman you need to brainwash and ruin as part of your company work. Aha— A female college student? She's pretty cute. She has a pure impression, doesn't she? And a virgin?"
Watching the female college student's information with me, she glanced up and observed me.
When our eyes met, she gave me a sly smile, as if she had seen something on my face.
"This seemingly innocent college girl is going to be impaled on your cock and moan like crazy. Just like the woman you fucked yesterday. Brainwashed. Taken. Corrupted."
At her words, yesterday's memories surfaced, and excitement welled up inside me.
The thought of brainwashing the woman in the photo like Se-ah and having my way with her made my cock start to harden already.