Hypnosis 3: The National Little Sister

I left the necktie I'd yanked off in a heap on the floor and shoved my rigid, aching cock in front of Kwon Ji-hye's face. Bound to the table with her glasses sitting crooked, she nodded frantically the instant she saw it — even with that metal instrument still lodged inside her.

"Hah, hah...! Master... that's it... please, fill me up with that...!"

"Su-a. Take the instrument out."

At my command, Su-a unscrewed the speculum with trembling hands and pulled it free. A wet, explosive sound — and Kwon Ji-hye's juices, pent up behind the instrument, burst out in a fountain and soaked the cold table. In the instant she writhed at the sudden emptiness, I drove myself all the way into her deepest point in a single thrust.

"Aaaah! Ah, yes! It feels so good!"

Kwon Ji-hye's scream slammed against the ceiling of the exam room. The leather straps stretched taut enough to snap, and her pale thighs shuddered in spasms. I slammed my hips into her without mercy, battering the mouth of her womb with every thrust. Whatever intellect and refinement she'd built as an elite physician had long since been blasted into another galaxy.

"Su-a. Keep narrating. Tell me how your teacher is getting fucked like a bitch in heat."

"Hah... hah... Master is... ravaging Teacher's deepest place... without mercy... Teacher has her tongue hanging out... howling like an animal... trying to cling to Master's hips..."

Su-a's voice wasn't in its right mind anymore either. Even as she narrated, her own fingers had drifted down to soothe herself.

I drove Kwon Ji-hye to her limit, then unstrapped her from the table and forced her to her knees on the floor.

"Alright. Both of you now. Touch each other and get ready to take my cock."

I turned Kwon Ji-hye and Su-a to face each other, made them feast on one another's bodies, and prepared my final climax over the two of them. On a floor littered with a white doctor's coat and a pink nurse's uniform, the hospital's two flowers tangled together under my Hypnosis into one great heap of flesh.

The afternoon of the day I'd thrown down my resignation. I had perfectly conquered the queens of this white sanctuary, and branded their souls with a mark that would never fade.

The exam room was already thick with the moans of two women whose reason had gone numb, sunk in a swamp of lust. I took turns ravaging Kwon Ji-hye, sprawled across the cold examination table, and Su-a, kneeling on the floor, then grabbed their slack, pleasure-soaked jaws and lifted their faces.

"Hah, hah... Tell me. Who's the prettiest woman in this hospital right now?"

At my question, Kwon Ji-hye shook her head with unfocused eyes and let out a moan. Su-a, clinging to my thigh, trembled and opened her mouth.

"Right now... in the V-VIP suite... the actress Jeong Su-bin is admitted. She came in yesterday with mild exhaustion... she should be getting ready for discharge around now..."

"Jeong Su-bin?"

The face of that proud, innocent National Little Sister I'd only ever seen on TV flickered through my mind. The thought that she — the woman they called everyone's sweetheart, shining so loftily — was upstairs in this very building, completely defenseless, made my cock swell heavy all over again.

"Jeong Su-bin, huh... Good. That's excellent intel."

I forced down the load that had been about to burst and yanked my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cock out of the depths of Su-a's mouth with a wet, obscene pop. It hung in the open air, glistening with their saliva and juices. Kwon Ji-hye and Su-a clutched at empty space, grabbing for me in pathetic desperation.

"Master... please, if you leave us like this... what are we supposed to do... more, give us more...!"

Kwon Ji-hye, naked save for her crooked glasses, shook her wrists still bound in the table straps and whimpered. Not a scrap of the elite doctor's pride remained — just a bitch in heat, starving for her Master's seed. I walked to the door, straightening my clothes, and gave a cold order.

"Enjoy each other until you're satisfied. Keep yourselves busy until I get back."

My Hypnosis was still in full effect. The moment the order left my mouth, the two women tangled together, devouring each other's bodies. Kwon Ji-hye's lips closed around Su-a's breast; Su-a's fingers plunged into Kwon Ji-hye's secret place. I left that grotesque tableau behind and stepped out of the exam room.

The door lock clicked shut, and the hush of the corridor welcomed me. I walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor — the VIP ward.

"Jeong Su-bin. I'll find out for myself just how lofty you really are."

The higher the elevator numbers climbed, the faster my heart beat. To a predator holding the absolute power of Hypnosis, a top star on the verge of discharge was nothing more than gorgeously wrapped prey.

I grabbed a doctor's coat hanging in the hallway and threw it on. The name tag on the chest didn't matter. In this hospital, my word was law now.

In the deepest reach of the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠V-VIP ward, I stopped in front of a heavy door with the name Jeong Su-bin on it. I opened it without knocking. Under the lavish lighting, that dazzling face I'd only ever seen on television was right there.

"Who are you? I thought her examinations were finished."

The coordinator packing bags beside the bed tried to stop me, her eyes sharp. Jeong Su-bin, sitting on the bed, looked up at me with a puzzled expression. Even without a scrap of makeup, her beauty was so pure it barely seemed real.

Instead of answering, I locked onto both of their pupils and spoke in a low, even voice.

Three seconds. The eyes of top star Jeong Su-bin and her coordinator went hazy, as if a fog had rolled in. The wariness from a moment ago was gone. They stared at me with slack mouths, like dolls with the souls scooped out.

"Jeong Su-bin. From this moment on, you are my personal toilet. And you, coordinator — stand in that corner and watch everything we do. If you get wet watching, don't hesitate. Finger yourself. Understood?"

"Yes... Master..."

The coordinator answered mechanically, retreated to the corner, and hiked up her skirt. She pulled her panties down to her knees and, following my order, shoved her fingers between her legs and started rubbing with wet, filthy sounds.

I approached the bed and seized Jeong Su-bin's slender throat.

"Well then, National Little Sister Jeong Su-bin. What would your fans say if they saw you like this?"

I ripped the buttons off her hospital gown. They scattered in every direction, and the white flesh and swelling breasts underneath were laid bare in front of me. She didn't resist even once. With a dazed expression pickled in Hypnosis, she reached toward my cock.

"Ah... hah... Master... put your hot thing... inside me... Jeong Su-bin is... Master's dog..."

I unzipped my pants and roughly smeared my raging cock across her lips. The moment the top star's moist lips parted to take me in, the coordinator's filthy moans — fingers pumping into herself in the corner — filled the hospital room.

The woman they called everyone's sweetheart, on her knees at my feet with her tongue out, begging. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and rammed myself down her throat.

"Listen, Jeong Su-bin. Discharge is off the table today. Don't even think about leaving this room until I've completely ruined you."

I snatched her by her slim waist and flipped her face-down on the bed. The top of her hospital gown was already torn and lying on the floor. Below the curve of her back, her taut ass was raised up, ripe and inviting. In the corner, the coordinator — still working her own crotch — stared at the scene with her mouth hanging open, her fingers moving even more violently.

"Jeong Su-bin. From now on, tell me everything you feel. Not a single thing left out. I want to hear, in that noble voice of yours, exactly how filthy you're becoming."

"Ah... yes, Master... Jeong Su-bin is... on all fours like an animal... waiting for Master's judgment... my ass is... so hot..."

I pressed the hot tip of my cock against the tight, never-before-touched hole between her round cheeks. The contrast of my heat against the cool air made the muscles around Jeong Su-bin's anus flutter in tiny tremors of fear and arousal.

"Here I come."

I put my weight into it and slowly — very slowly — pushed the head into that narrow, rigid hole.

"Ah, aaaaah! It hurts, it hurts! Master... that place... I've never... nngh! My ass is... splitting open... Master's thick head is... forcing its way into my hole...!"

Her confession, mixed with screams, filled the room. I didn't stop. I drove all the way in. Her anal muscles clamped around my cock like they meant to burst it, and Jeong Su-bin clawed the bedsheets until her nails went white.

"Keep talking. Don't stop."

"Ah, aah... it's so hot... I think Master's thing is touching the end of my guts... I'm so full... I can't breathe... I... Jeong Su-bin... is getting her ass fucked by a man whose name she doesn't even know... and she's saying it out loud... aaahn! But... it feels so good... it's humiliating, but the inside is tingling...!"

I gradually picked up speed. With every wet smack, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her full ass slammed against my hips and rippled. Sunk in the swamp of Hypnosis, Jeong Su-bin took even the pain as pleasure and started broadcasting her own degradation in real time.

"Master is... churning my asshole... into a mess... nngh! Every time you thrust, my mind goes blank... I'm Master's meat toilet now... harder, deeper... ruin Jeong Su-bin completely!"

The coordinator watching from the corner had already hit her peak.

"Ah, aah! Su-bin... Su-bin...!"

She cried out the name as she clawed at herself, then collapsed to the floor. The sight of a woman who'd been the idol of an entire nation, having her ass ravaged, falling into a slave of pleasure — it was more stimulating, more ruinous, than any film.

I shoved my cock all the way into the deepest part of Jeong Su-bin's tight, rigid ass. As I hit the peak, a pleasure so intense it felt like my waist would snap washed over me, and I poured my hot load into her hole without holding back.

"Ah, aaaaaah! It's hot! Master's hot stuff is... filling up my guts! My belly is... burning...!"

Jeong Su-bin screamed, her back arching like a bow. The instant my hot fluid painted her insides white, her anal muscles convulsed around my cock.

Before the aftershocks of climax had even faded, I slid my arms under her armpits and lifted her entire dizzying body — sweat beading on her skin — into my arms. It was nothing like the fragile image that appeared on TV. Jeong Su-bin's body in my arms was sensual enough to draw a gasp of admiration. The cinched-in waist, the hips that flared richly below it, and those lush breasts, slightly pulled down by gravity, pressed hot against my chest. Her skin, pressed naked against mine, was silk-soft and burning ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as if she had a fever.

I wrapped her slender legs around my waist, then took the wet cock I'd just pulled from her ass and brought it to the split of her pussy.

"Alright, Jeong Su-bin. This time you take Master in your real hole."

The words had barely left my mouth before I slammed her down onto me, still holding her in the air. A wet, splitting sound tore through the room.

"Haaaahn! Master! Ah, no! My pussy... my pussy's going to tear! The thing that was just churning my ass... is punching into my deepest place this time...!"

Jeong Su-bin clung to my neck and poured every sensation into my ear in a frenzy. Her voice, pickled in Hypnosis, had long since forgotten shame.

"It's mixing with the stuff that came out of my ass... it's so wet and filthy... so hot... Master's thing keeps hitting the end of my womb... nngh! I'm done... I'm not everyone's sweetheart anymore, I'm just a hole desperate for Master's cum... fuck me deeper, harder, get me pregnant!"

I gripped her ass, suspended in the air, and snapped my hips without mercy. The wet slapping sounds bounced off the hospital room walls, and her dizzying breasts shook violently with every movement. The coordinator, collapsed in the corner, stared at the overwhelming scene in a daze, groping at empty air and squeezing her own breasts as she masturbated.

In this moment — South Korea's most beautiful woman in my arms, howling like an animal, confessing every filthy detail of her own degradation — I was tasting the true pleasure of a god.