A Normal Greeting
The first thing I should do is go out and pick up a decent toy to play with right away.
Stroking my chin while looking in the mirror, I soon changed my mind.
The first place I need to perfectly master is this 'nest' where I live.
And the real owner of this nest, the woman who gave her youth and savings to raise her orphaned nephew without mixing a drop of blood. Lee A-young.
She is the first prey to taste with this lively body, and the most perfect target.
Since she devoted so much for me, now I should repay her with some special pleasure.
I go out to the living room, roughly clean the table aunt prepared,
pour a glass of cool water from the fridge and place it on the living room table.
Then sit deeply on the sofa's high seat and wait for her to return.
The same leisurely and arrogant posture that once made countless subordinates kneel during the presidential days.
Before long, sounds come from the front door.
Ting-ririring- click.
"Ah, Ji-young is always complaining about her husband endlessly. She's been waiting for a long time, really."
The front door opens,
aunt comes in removing her light cardigan.
Thirty-five. Plain face without makeup, wearing loose homewear, but the volume that stands out over the clothes can't be hidden.
Certainly,
a body too precious to ruin her youth writing novels in the corner while raising a kid.
"Jin-geon-ah, you still in the room... eh? You cleaned the table?"
Aunt coming into the living room discovers me sitting on the sofa and her eyes widen.
This action was one that Jin-geon normally wouldn't do.
I give a faint smile, stand up and slowly approach her.
"Aunt. Are you thirsty? Drink this."
"Uh... yeah. What is this? Our nephew finally grew up a bit?"
At the moment aunt accepts the cup I offer without suspicion and gulps down the water.
I stare straight into her eyes,
with a heavy, languid voice, whisper.
"Lee A-young."
The name of the aunt suddenly coming out of the nephew's mouth,
aunt's pupils shake greatly with confusion for a moment.
"You, you calling me aunt by name now?"
The first thing to make someone fall into hypnosis is easy: make the other person see me.
And anything works: make the other person's eyes focus for a few seconds.
I put one hand in front of aunt's face and make her look at the extended index finger.
"I understand, aunt. Please look at this."
"Where did you see this and are copying?"
While giving an annoyed retort,
the aunt's eyes, thinking it's the nephew's silly prank, are directed helplessly at the tip of my finger.
Carelessness. That was the perfect gap to cast hypnosis.
I slowly move my straight index finger from the aunt's eye level, like a clock hand, left and right.
"Just stay still and follow the tip of the finger."
"Tsk, a big guy acting childishly... uh...?"
While clicking tongue at my finger, the aunt's pupils start to blur.
At the moment when focus is lost,
I whisper in her ear with a languid but absolutely dominant voice.
[You are now deeply immersed in my voice.]
"Uh... Jin... geon-ah...? Suddenly my head, why is it like this..."
Aunt blinks and tries to shake head,
but my suggestion has already anchored deep in her brain.
The glass cup in her hand tilts dangerously and is about to fall to the floor.
Clack-.
With 20s agile reflex, I catch the cup lightly and place it on the table.
[If you hear my voice, answer properly while standing.]
"Uh. The voice is heard properly."
[Good. Answer honestly to what I say.]
"I will answer honestly."
[If you have shallow resistance, answer 'I don't like it' and if strong resistance, 'I absolutely don't like it']
"I understand."
The aunt's unfocused mouth produces mechanical, hazy answers.
The real test begins.
It's impossible to completely break the reason and moral concepts deeply rooted in human unconscious in one go.
But by making them 'express resistance' out loud,
we can understand the limit and gradually dismantle the boundaries.
[Good. Then, Lee A-young, how do you usually think of me?]
"I have to take responsibility until the end... my precious nephew."
It was an honest answer. Sincere affection and devotion towards me.
[If the nephew becomes the owner who controls all of your things from now on, how would it be?]
"I absolutely don't like it."
Aunt's hazy forehead frowns, strong resistance comes out.
The defense mechanism created by the 'family' fence and 'protector' responsibility is still working.
I ask the next question casually as if I expected it.
[Calm down. How far can skinship with the nephew be allowed?]
"Hug and kiss"
[Kiss?]
"I don't like it."
[Why don't you like kiss? Kiss is allowed but kiss isn't.]
"Kiss is something done between lovers."
[You know, in foreign countries, when happy, just lightly touch cheek or lips, no deep meaning. Just a very ordinary greeting like 'happy to see you today', 'hard work'.]
"Very ordinary greeting..."
[Yes. This is not sexual skinship, just a light action between aunt and nephew.]
"Kiss with nephew is a normal greeting method."
[Now can you kiss with the nephew?]
When my words fall, a very faint ripple appears in the aunt's hazy pupils.
But the 'absolutely don't like' or 'don't like' I commanded doesn't come out.
The rationalization I subtly planted perfectly deceived her deep unconscious.
"I can kiss..."
[Good. Now, when you return to your original mind, when I snap my fingers three times, you will enter this state again.]
"I understand... uh."
Snap-!
When I lightly snap fingers as signal, aunt's shoulder trembles slightly, and the unfocused pupils slowly regain focus.
"Uh...? Eh?"
Aunt seems not to remember at all what she was doing just now.
She tilts her head not understanding why the glass cup she was holding is on the table.
"What... did I just do? Was I about to drink water and fell asleep...?"
"You seem very tired. I saw you dozing while standing."
I smile with a pretending innocent nephew's face who knows nothing. And naturally extend hand to slightly embrace her thin waist.
"Eh, umma. Jin-geon-ah, why suddenly..."
Aunt tries to pull away in surprise, but I don't let go and approach her face.
Normally, she would slap my back saying crazy, but the 'common sense manipulation' I planted starts controlling her brain immediately.
"You worked hard today too, aunt."
Smack-.
My lips lightly touch her red lips and separate.
"......!"
Aunt's eyes widen as if about to burst.
But what is surprising is her reaction after that.
No 'I don't like it' from her lips, no pushing me away saying disgusting.
'The light kiss between aunt and nephew is a very ordinary and natural greeting method.'
The suggestion hammered deep in unconscious suppresses her reason and forces her to rationalize the situation. Aunt's face flushes red like an apple, avoiding gaze and mumbling.
"Uh... yeah. Th, that... U, our nephew also... had to work hard watching the house..."
"You should do it properly too, aunt."
With a cheeky nephew's face, I put a little strength in the hand wrapping her waist and close the distance.
"Uh...? Properly, huh... I just did that..."
Aunt's face shows clear embarrassment, avoiding my gaze.
Cheeks burning red, but her unconscious still can't resist me. Feeling alien but accepting it as 'normal greeting' is the brain's illusion. The delicate discrepancy confuses aunt.
"It's a Western style greeting. One isn't enough, you know. Doing it properly on both cheeks and lips, aunt saw it in movies too."
"No, but... even though big nephew..."
"Are you still a kid in my eyes, aunt? I'm an adult now. Are you avoiding the greeting from your nephew?"
My words thrown as if disappointed,
the 'aunt who cherishes nephew' defense mechanism becomes a shackle around her ankle.
"Ah, no! Who said I avoided...? Just, it's awkward because you suddenly became all grown up..."
Aunt swallows hard, closes eyes tightly and slowly stands on tiptoes.
Then alternately lightly kisses my left cheek and right cheek.
Smack, smack.
"See, see? Now stop..."
"The middle one is left."
"Jin-geon-ah, even though it's a greeting, lips..."
"Hurry. I'm waiting."
I slightly twist head and extend lips, aunt hesitates in confusion.
But the suggestion deeply rooted in mind suppresses her reason again.
Aunt who rationalized herself exhales trembling breath,
finally overlaps her soft lips on mine.
Smack-.
At the moment she tries to pull back her lips.
I don't miss, firmly wrap her nape.
At the moment aunt's lips slightly open in surprise,
I without hesitation pry open that soft gap and enter.
"Mmm, uh...!"
Slurp, slurp... chururup...
Obscene and lewd saliva sounds echo in the quiet living room.
Aunt's eyes wide open, slapping my shoulder trying to push me away.
But the strong brainwashing 'this is a normal greeting' dampens her resistance,
and a 20s male's strength and build, a 35 year old woman can't win.
"Ahh, churup... Jin, uh...!"
Aunt trying to push my chest, but soon strength leaves her hand, unconsciously clutching my clothes tightly.
Every time I explore her mouth insistently and entwine my soft tongue,
a suppressed moan comes out from aunt's throat.
Her clumsy, stiff tongue is drawn by instinctive pleasure and carefully starts to intertwine with my tongue.
Slurp, slurp, chururup...
"Haa... aunt..."
"Uh, churup..."
How much time passed.
When aunt, out of breath, lightly pounds my chest,
I slowly pull lips with regret.
A silver saliva stretches long between our lips and snaps.
"Haa, haa..."
Aunt's face, neck, everything flushed red, breathing roughly.
In unfocused pupils, shame and confusion,
and the unhidden strange heat mixed up.
"You, you... said it's a greeting... what is this..."
"Yeah. A normal greeting."
I pretend nonchalant,
smirk and wipe aunt's moistened lips with thumb.
"Aunt, you accepted it quite passionately for a greeting, right?"
My provocative words, aunt's face flushes as if about to burst.
She can't endure shame, pushes my chest and steps back.
"Crazy! When did I accept passionately... ah, I get it, now get out! I'm going to shower!"
Aunt mumbles incoherently,
runs to bathroom in a trot.
Clang, the sound of bathroom door closing echoes in living room.
I look at the closed bathroom door, click tongue.
The sweet taste of saliva lingering at lips is quite stimulating.
The ironclad defense mechanism of the aunt who raised me devotedly all my life crumbled in just ten minutes.
By removing the rejection to light skinship in the first test,
the next step will be much smoother.
'How high can I raise the greeting level.'
I hum a tune,
quietly listen to the sound of water from the bathroom.
This small, cozy nest is now perfectly under my control.