Laboratory (3)
Dohee was dreaming. Her entire body felt as if it were floating. It was an ecstatic sensation, like drifting atop the clouds in a midnight sky. Then, a moment from her past—distant yet still incredibly vivid—rose to the surface of her mind. Dohee's intellect was cut from a completely different cloth than that of ordinary humans. Her memory was no different; she could recall the exact contents of the second line on the second page of a newspaper she had read decades ago. For someone like her, remembering an event from over ten years ago was hardly a feat. Yet, to Dohee, that moment was not just a simple memory. It was an irreplaceable, precious treasure.
In her dream, she was lying in bed. Dark circles had spread past her eyes to cover her entire face, and her flesh had withered away, leaving nothing but a skeletal frame of bones. Lying there, gasping heavily for air, she was far from normal by any stretch of the imagination. If she were to drop dead that very day, anyone would have nodded, saying they saw it coming. In truth, she really was on the verge of death. Her self-diagnosis, which was more flawless than any doctor's, analyzed that she would die of malnutrition, sleep deprivation, and various complications in exactly four days, thirteen hours, and fifty-four minutes. Though the precise cause of death would be overwork.
Even so, her gaze remained fixed on the thesis paper resting on her bed. Every time she blinked to operate the device, the mechanical apparatus moved, turning the pages of the paper. She wasn't suffering from some grand, tragic illness. It was simply that her thirst for knowledge completely overwhelmed her instinct for survival. In a sense, it was an incurable disease.
While she was engrossed in her reading, the door to her quarters swung open, and someone walked in. Dohee frowned at the sudden, uninvited guest.
"Who is it?"
The person who had barged in without permission or a word was a black-haired young man.
"Ah, hello, Team Leader."
"I asked who you are."
Though her voice lacked strength, her usual sharp edge remained.
"Ah, I'm Kang Jiho. Just a regular researcher."
That was their first meeting. Well, strictly speaking, it wasn't their very first encounter, since they belonged to the same laboratory, after all. But that was the moment they actually spoke, when she learned he was on her team, that his voice was deeper than she expected, and that he had a habit of smiling with his eyes.
Looking at the young man, Jiho, who was awkwardly introducing himself, she let out a sigh.
"If you're here to prattle on about how I need to find a way to live, get out."
She turned her back completely, as if even speaking had become too tedious. Everyone from the director of the research institute to the chairman of the massive conglomerate sponsoring them, and even high-ranking politicians, had visited her, trying their best to instill a will to live. A genius who could easily replace the Nobel Prize with the "Dohee Prize" dying at such a young age... simply wasn't profitable.
But when an individual of that caliber lost the will to live, ordinary people could never hope to pull her back up. Naturally, she assumed Jiho was just another lackey sent by them.
However, the words that came out of his mouth were entirely unexpected.
"No. I just heard the rumors that you're going to die soon. I came to see if you'd contribute to my research before you kick the bucket."
"What?"
Dohee asked back, momentarily unable to comprehend such utter nonsense.
"My experiment is a bit ethically questionable, you see. I'll need to conduct it on a living human subject, after all."
Every single word sounded insane. A guy who had come for an entirely absurd purpose. Yet, ironically, it piqued her interest. She turned her body back toward him and stared at Jiho.
"Why me? You can get as many living test subjects as you want here."
As a subsidiary of a massive conglomerate, unethical experiments were frequently carried out beneath the surface. Conducting an unethical experiment on a real, living human was actually quite easy to arrange.
"Well, first of all, their mental strength needs to be overwhelmingly superior to an average human's. On the other hand, their physical condition shouldn't be good. I also don't want the higher-ups finding out about my results. And most of all..."
He nodded seriously.
"I'd prefer it if my first test subject were pretty."
He waved his hands dramatically, making a fuss about how he absolutely couldn't stand the thought of a hairy, grimy man.
"...You crazy bastard," Dohee muttered, utterly dumbfounded. She barely managed to lift her arm. "Even after seeing me like this?"
A body reduced to nothing but bones, emitting a musty odor from not washing for days. To call someone like her pretty—was he some kind of necrophiliac who got turned on by skeletons?
"Ah, well. I figure if I feed you properly, put some meat on your bones, and give you a good scrub, you'll be incredibly hot."
"I should apologize to all the lunatics in the world on your behalf."
He wasn't just crazy; he was a madman beyond all imagination.
"So, what kind of research is it?"
"Hypnosis and brainwashing! Molding a person's brain to completely rewrite their values, common sense, and personality!" Jiho shouted, his eyes shining.
"Ha. Not only are you crazy, but you're stupid too."
Hypnosis and brainwashing—if it were just dangling a coin to experience a past life, that would be one thing. But rewriting values, common sense, and personality? Modern technology had already concluded that such a feat was impossible.
"Fine. Let's say your experiment succeeds. What happens to me then?"
"Hmm. I'll specially let you live. Because by then, I'll have implanted the will and hope to keep living."
"What kind of will?"
"How about living as my slave, obeying and being ruled by me for the rest of your life? It's tough trying to do all this work alone."
"Ha. Sounds great. Try it if you can." Dohee scoffed, letting out a chilling smile. "But since you're using me as a test subject, you'll have to pay a fitting price."
"...Why?"
"If you succeed, it doesn't matter. But if you fail—well, when research fails, the researcher has to bear the risk. Taking a genius like me as your slave is incredibly cheap, after all."
"Well, that's not wrong."
"If you succeed, I'll live as your slave, just as you said. But if you fail and I end up dying like this... you have to die with me. It's a bet."
Of course, she had no actual intention of killing him. She simply wanted to see this dreamer freeze in fear and watch his arrogant face crumple.
However...
"Ah, a bet sounds great. Sure. If I fail, I'll die with you."
Jiho accepted the bet without a single moment of hesitation.
"Anyone can talk big."
Dohee opened a pill bottle on the desk beside her and took out a single pill. Holding the fingernail-sized white pill between her thumb and index finger, she smirked as if showing it off. Go on, show your true colors.
"It's poison. A pill that kills you in a week. The catch is, I'm the only one who can make the antidote—"
Before she could even finish her explanation, Jiho snatched it and swallowed it on the spot.
"Hmm."
Swallowing the pill, he rubbed his stomach. Then, grimacing deeply, he stuck out his tongue.
"Ugh—why does it taste like this? Don't you have any candy?"
For the first time, Dohee's eyes wavered. Her voice trembled.
"...Y-you crazy bastard! That was real poison! If I don't make the antidote, you're dead! Spit it out, quick!"
Even as she screamed in panic, Jiho remained perfectly relaxed.
"Ah, it's fine. There's no way I'll fail. And next time you make medicine, try to make it taste better. In this day and age, even poison gets left behind if it tastes bad."
Dohee had already given up on her own 'next time,' yet Jiho, a complete stranger, spoke of it so easily. Though she looked utterly dumbfounded, she eventually let out a sigh. She was currently in such a miserable state that she couldn't even lift a chopstick, but surely she could manage to make an antidote before she died. Before that, though...
"Fine. That brainwashing device you made. Let me see it."
As if he had been waiting for this, Jiho handed over the device he had brought. A headset with a visor attached. There was no other way to describe it.
Looking at the design of the device, she spoke briefly.
"You're... going to die, aren't you?"
There was no way a toy like this could be a real hypnosis-brainwashing device.
"Ah, I'm telling you, it's the real deal."
"Sure. I hope it plays some of the latest hit songs, at least."
Saying so, Dohee placed the device over her head.
Dohee slowly opened her eyes. She was on the bed, the blanket pulled up to her chin. Jiho, who was lazily tapping her stomach in a slow rhythm beside her, noticed her gaze and smiled lightly.
"Did you sleep well, Dohee?"
There was still a bit of time left before she would return to being "Dr. Dohee." After all, this was the type of brainwashing that naturally wore off over time. Thus, Jiho naturally assumed the Dohee who had just opened her eyes was the foolish, regressed version.
However, for some reason, the brainwashing had broken earlier than expected today. Perhaps it was because it was an outdated form of brainwashing, combined with the fact that she had been subjected to it dozens of times, building up a tolerance.
As a scientist, she began to analyze this, but quickly snapped out of it. Now was not the time to be pondering such things. She hurriedly lowered her head in panic, biting her lip.
Right now, this idiot thought she was a brainwashed, foolish, yet pure amkeot who was honest with her feelings and could easily tell her master that she loved him.
Just looking at Jiho made her thighs itch, and a heavy ache throbbed deep within her womb. Because of the incomplete brainwashing and her remaining pride, she couldn't bring herself to confess her true feelings. But now, under the guise of being "foolish Dohee," she could indulge them to her heart's content.
She would pretend to be brainwashed. She would pretend to be a fool.
Lifting her head again, she slowly curled the corners of her lips upward.
"O-Oppa..."
As she parted her lips, her eyes curved into a smile. Just uttering that single word sent a shiver of intense pleasure down her spine, spreading throughout her entire body.
"Mmh! Oppa..."
She then buried her face in his chest.
"Oppa's smell is so good..."
Sniffing his neck, Dohee gradually began to work her way down his body. From his neck to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his chest, from his chest to his abdomen, and then even lower.
"Especially..."
She rubbed her cheek against his flaccid penis.
"Here...♥ Dohee... likes everything about Oppa, but she likes this part the best. This time... let's play the sucking game..."
She stuck out her tongue and licked up the length of his shaft, shuddering as if in pure ecstasy.
"It's delicious...♥"
Licking the tip of his penis like an ice cream cone, she darted her tongue over it. She took the shaft she had only been licking into her mouth.
"Dohee is a good girl, so... she'll clean it up nicely..."
Her pronunciation was completely slurred by the thick shaft filling her mouth.
She sucked hard on his penis like a straw, causing it to twitch and throb. She used her tongue to poke and prod inside the urethra, cleaning it thoroughly.
Sucking so hard that her cheeks hollowed out, a hot burst of semen erupted once more.
After swallowing the semen for a long time, she pulled her mouth away from his penis.
"Ah..."
Tilting her head back, she opened her mouth. Thick, white semen pooled halfway inside, sloshing gently. Between her parted pink lips, her tongue twitched. Like a dog waiting for food, she waited for his permission.
Jiho chuckled.
"Good girl. Drink it."
Only after receiving permission did she close her eyes and cup her hands around her mouth.
The sound of the liquid sliding down her throat was clear and incredibly lewd. When she opened her mouth again, not a single drop of semen remained.
"Phew—thank you for the treat...♥"
"Now, what should we play next?"
Dohee lay face down on the bed, burying her face in the sheets. Unlike her face, which she hid out of sheer embarrassment, her body was entirely honest. She gently wiggled her raised hips from side to side.
"I can't see it very well."
At his teasing remark, Dohee stopped wiggling. But after a brief hesitation, she used both hands to pull her soft butt cheeks wide apart.
Her pink pussy gaped open, and just a bit higher, her cherry-blossom-colored anus twitched.
With her face still buried in the bed, she spoke.
"O-Oppa... let's play the whimpering game with your big cock..."
Our dear Doctor. How shameless.
Jiho muttered to himself. In truth, he had caught on halfway through. There was no way he wouldn't. The foolish Dohee would never be this embarrassed. However, to him, Dohee's awkwardness and clumsiness were far cuter than when she was actually brainwashed. It was as if she were playing the fool just for him.
"Sure. Let's play the whimpering game."
Grabbing her hips, he gently rubbed the head of his penis against her vaginal opening.
"Then, Dohee. When we play, should I go easy on you? Or should I do it rough?"
A muffled voice leaked through the blankets.
"...Deep."
"I can't hear you."
"Deep! Give Dohee Oppa's cock! Thrust deep into Dohee's horny pussy! Ahhn♥"
She threw her head back in a sudden surge of pleasure. At the same time, Jiho leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
"So, this is what our Doctor actually prefers."
"Y-You!"
Realizing her act had been blown, Dohee snapped her head around. She tried to move her body in panic, but her hips were already firmly pinned, refusing to budge.
"Let go of me! You piece of... Ahhn!♥"
Before she could spit out her angry curse, he thrust his hips forward with immense force. The moment he slammed against her cervix, she instantly climaxed.
"Ahhn!♥ Oh, god!♥"
Every time he repeatedly tapped against her cervix, she stuck her tongue out and climaxed in rapid succession. Even though she was furious, the moment she was impaled by his cock, she was instantly filled with bliss. Before her embarrassment and shame could even register, her brain melted under the sheer weight of the pleasure. For her right now, every single emotion ultimately resolved into pleasure.
Shifting his hands from her hips, he reached up to squeeze her breasts. Rolling her nipples between his fingers, he declared:
"Today, I'm going to make sure you say 'I love you, Oppa' with a completely clear mind."
"I-I'm older than you, you bastard... Ahhn!♥"
Her desperate, pathetic whimpers echoed through the room.