Living Together with Yeonju
The downside of living with Yeonju was that it could restrict my actions. After all, I was destined to become the world's greatest cult leader and the worst boyfriend imaginable, so there would be plenty of things I'd have to watch out for while sharing a home. But that was exactly why the brainwashing skill existed.
"Yeonju, I'm special. Different from ordinary people."
"Yes, Minjun."
"So it's only natural that women cling to me. In fact, not clinging to me would be 'abnormal,' while clinging to me is 'normal.' Having sex with other women besides you is perfectly natural. You understand, don't you?"
"..."
This round of brainwashing had been expensive. After Mihyeon noona left, nearly all the obedience points I'd built up through sex with Yeonju had been wiped out. Still, it was necessary work, so I nodded without hesitation.
Having Yeonju at home brings far greater benefits.
Yeonju was an SSS-grade cultist, but her mental state was fragile. I couldn't predict what might happen if I left someone as delicate as her living with Han Seolyeong. That was why cohabitation was essential. If she stayed by my side, I could protect her from anything—even if it meant brainwashing her. And if I kept her anchored at home, making money would be effortless.
Perhaps because she was an SSS-grade cultist, Yeonju's obedience points rose at an insane rate. In short, she was highly profitable.
"Aah... Minjun... Minjun!!"
Once the brainwashing ended, Yeonju began moaning again. I had no idea how many hours had passed. Like any cohabiting couple, we only ate and had sex. No matter how many times we did it, we never grew tired of it. Both of us were drowning in endless pleasure.
"..."
"Ah, damn."
In an instant, Yeonju's body, which had been writhing in ecstasy, went limp like a puppet with its strings cut. I glanced at the clock. As expected, the time limit on the unconsciousness prevention I'd set with brainwashing had expired.
Originally, infinite unconsciousness prevention had been possible. I could apply it, have sex to accumulate obedience points, then reapply it. The worse Yeonju's condition became—her mental strength eroding from prolonged pleasure—the more obedience points the prevention cost. But since she generated far more points through sex, it had been sustainable. Only an SSS-grade cultist like her made such a strategy viable.
However, after using up her obedience points to alter her perception of me, the cycle had broken. I laid the unconscious Yeonju on the bed and left the room. My body was covered in semen, but since it would be absorbed without leaving a trace on her, I didn't bother cleaning up.
"It's already evening..."
Looking out the massive glass window, I saw that it had grown completely dark. I'd woken up, sent Mihyeon noona off, and spent the entire day having nothing but sex with Yeonju. It felt oddly surreal, like I'd become some kind of sex addict. It was the same feeling I got after gaming for twenty hours straight—fun while doing it, but strangely hollow afterward, as if I'd wasted time.
No. Look at all the brainwashing I accomplished today.
I shook my head vigorously, forcing away the creeping sense of emptiness. Today was our first day living together, so I'd focused on strengthening Yeonju's mental state and brainwashing her so she wouldn't lose her mind even if I met other women. With the safety measures in place, all that remained was enjoying sex with Yeonju while raking in money.
Throb—. Throb—.
"Ha, not again."
I gave my swollen cock a few taps. Even after ejaculating multiple times, it remained rock hard.
"Why the hell does it get fully erect just from thinking about sex?"
It wasn't even from genuine arousal—just the mere mention or thought of anything sexual was enough to make it stand at attention. Moments ago, I'd been thinking about how all the safety measures were set and how I could now comfortably make money having sex with Yeonju at home. The word "sex" had only been one fragment among many thoughts, yet my cock had reacted anyway. It felt like I'd caught some disease that made erections uncontrollable.
...If I reinforce my body one more time, will I end up with a permanent 24-hour erection?
It wasn't a joke. I was genuinely worried. The saying that everything should be in moderation apparently applied even to a man's vitality.
"Hoo~"
I picked up my phone. Future problems could wait until they arrived. Right now, the priority was figuring out how to calm my raging erection. Normally I'd use Yeonju, but she was unconscious. After a full day of sex, she'd probably need until tomorrow afternoon to recover.
"Who should I call~"
I scrolled through my contacts. There weren't many names, but each one was premium. Nothing to be ashamed of.
=Contacts=
Mihyeon noona
Yeonju
Si-eun noona
Jeonghye
Department Store Girl
Hyemi
Lawyer Yu Inyeong
Private Banker Lee Yu-na
Dayoung
"Who should I fuck... or should I find a new sex partner? Huh?"
Vrrrr—. While I was staring at my contacts trying to kill my erection, my phone rang.
[Dayoung]
"It's Dayoung..."
It was Dayoung. The timing was good, but I felt strangely reluctant to answer. I didn't know what she wanted, but something told me that once we started talking, the call would last at least an hour.
Should I pick up or not...
After some hesitation, I answered. If talking to Dayoung helped my erection subside, that would be fine too.
"Hello?"
-O-oppa. Is now a good time? Sorry for calling so suddenly.
"Nah, it's fine, Dayoung. What's up?"
-Well... um, I've been really debating whether I should even say this to you...
Her voice sounded deeply troubled. I softened my tone, coaxing her. After all, the worries of a beautiful woman were always interesting.
"Tell me. What's bothering you, Dayoung?"
-Aah... It's not exactly a worry, but... well, maybe it is... Ugh, I'm afraid you'll think it's ridiculous...
"I'll listen seriously."
-Really? You'll take whatever I say seriously?
"Of course. Really."
-Hoo~... Thank you, oppa. Then I'll tell you.
"Yeah. Go ahead. I'm listening."
What on earth was she about to say that made her act like this? The question dominated my thoughts. I waited curiously for her to speak, but Dayoung hesitated, her voice trembling as she finally opened her mouth. It made me feel an inexplicable sense of gravity and tension.
-...Oppa, if it's not too much trouble...
"..."
-Oppa... c-could you... give me some of your... semen...?
****
Imperial Entertainment. While it couldn't compare to Korea's top four agencies, it still held undisputed first place among mid-tier companies. In university terms, it was like a top-tier Seoul school excluding SKY. In an era where a million people dreamed of becoming idol trainees, simply getting into Imperial Entertainment was like reaching for the stars.
But trainees were just trainees. Even if a hundred people entered Imperial as trainees, at most ten would debut, and only one or two would truly make a name for themselves. It was a brutal path. Still, you never knew until you tried, so Seo Dayoung had chosen the trainee route. And now, she stood at a major crossroads in her life.
"Dayoung unni, why are you spacing out like that?"
"Huh...? Oh, it's nothing."
They were eating breakfast in the practice room—if a few cherry tomatoes and a spoonful of salad counted as a meal. Rachel, who had already finished her salad and was scraping the last bit of dressing off the container with a plastic fork, looked at Dayoung with concern. Something had been off about her since morning. Rachel frowned, scanning Dayoung's face.
"Unni, I was going to ask earlier..."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Did you get some kind of procedure yesterday? Or did you sleep with a face mask on? Your skin suddenly looks so... glowy."
Rachel was mixed-race. Her language skills were excellent, and after just a few years she'd become fluent in Korean, but she occasionally mixed in English when she couldn't think of the right word. Dayoung smiled brightly at Rachel, who was staring at her face so intently.
It felt refreshing to have such a doll-like pretty girl compliment her looks. Especially since Rachel never gave empty compliments.
"How would I afford something like that? I don't have any money."
"Yeah, true. You're broke, after all."
"..."
Dayoung had no comeback to Rachel's blunt, well-meaning remark. Kids raised overseas could be brutally objective sometimes.
"Then how is your skin so good? You've been spacing out with flushed cheeks since morning... but your skin is so radiant and elastic... Hmm..."
"W-why are you looking at me with such suspicious eyes?"
Dayoung's reaction was awkward, probably because she had too many things to hide. Rachel's gaze grew even more doubtful.
"Unni, we've known each other for almost a year now. We've been best friends and stuck together the whole time. But I've never seen you like this before. It's weird for you to be quietly spacing out when you're usually so chatty. Did something happen yesterday?"
"..."
Rachel's reasoning was flawless. Unable to deny it any longer, Dayoung reluctantly confessed everything that had happened with Minjun the day before—from how he'd saved her at the department store to having sex for the first time in her life. Of course, to avoid causing him trouble, she never mentioned his real name.
Rachel's expression darkened as she listened to Dayoung recount the story with the face of a girl in love. There were more than a few red flags. She didn't want to rain on Dayoung's parade, but someone as naive as her needed to be warned.
"Unni, is that guy a scammer?"
"Huh? A scammer?"
"He approached you knowing you're a trainee, right? Maybe he'll try to blackmail you for money once you debut."
"No way. That oppa is super rich, so you don't have to worry about that. He drives an insanely nice car. Probably worth hundreds of millions of won at least."
"That's because you don't know better. You can lease a car, so you can't judge someone's wealth by their car. Some guys will go into debt just to drive a foreign car to impress people."
"R-really?"
Dayoung's eyes wavered slightly at Rachel's confident tone, as if she'd seen Minjun herself. Sensing weakness, Rachel pressed harder.
"Of course. And he didn't even ask you to be his girlfriend, did he?"
"Huh? Uh... No, oppa didn't say anything like that..."
"See? If he's really as well-mannered as you say, he wouldn't have sex with you before even asking you out."
"W-well, I was the one who got excited and seduced him first..."
"Even so, even if there was no time to talk before, he could've said something after you finished, right?"
"But I passed out in the middle..."
"..."
Rachel's lips snapped shut. She couldn't quite process what Dayoung had just said. It wasn't that she didn't understand the word "passed out"—it simply didn't make sense in context.
"You passed out during your first time? Because it hurt?"
"No, you told me it would hurt, so I thought it would, but it didn't hurt at all?"
"R-really? W-well, I guess it varies case by case..."
Rachel was flustered. Before Minjun had become Dayoung's sex-ed teacher, that role had belonged to her. Even though Rachel was a virgin, she'd picked up plenty from living overseas and hearing stories from friends, so she'd shared what she knew whenever Dayoung asked about sex. Before she knew it, Dayoung had started treating her like an experienced expert, and Rachel had gone along with the image. Afraid Dayoung would riot if she found out Rachel had been teaching her without any real experience, Rachel had never admitted she was still a virgin.
"Anyway, I like him so much I feel like I'm going crazy. Even now, I can't stop thinking about oppa. His face... and his... I should've looked at it more before I passed out. I was so out of it... It was really huge."
Gulp—.
Rachel swallowed hard. The conversation had reached a level far too explicit for the practice room. Without realizing it, she clenched her fists, and her palms felt slightly damp.
"H-how big was it? I mean, for an Asian guy, there's only so much..."
"Um... about this~~~ big?"
Dayoung spread her arms wide to demonstrate the size. It was nearly shoulder-width apart.
"N-no way!!"
"Huh? But it's true."
"Something like that couldn't possibly fit... You're just making that up!!"
Rachel cried out in shock. Dayoung, however, continued describing Minjun's member with enthusiasm.
"It was thick and long. The veins were bulging so much it looked almost grotesque, but once I tasted it..."
"S-stop!! U-unni!! Let's drop this and practice instead. We have the monthly evaluation tomorrow—we don't have time for this!"
"O-oh... Okay."
Rachel was clearly displeased, but her words were true. Tomorrow was the monthly evaluation. All the higher-ups—department heads, team leaders—would gather to assess the trainees once a month. This evaluation was especially important. It had been three years since Star Entertainment launched the girl group "Solar." Their popularity had been mediocre at best, and now it was clear they had no chance of rising further. With only a small, insignificant fanbase and no meaningful achievements in three years, there was no hope left for them as a group.
The company was determined to launch its next girl group, and rumors were already circulating among the trainees that this evaluation could determine the debut lineup.
"We have to debut. You and me, Dayoung unni."
"Yeah. Let's practice, Ichel."
Dayoung and Rachel finished breakfast and dove straight into practice. And from that moment on, Dayoung began to slowly realize the effects of Minjun's semen.