Teasing Haeun and Men's Room Training
The next day, at a photo studio in Seoul. For a magazine shoot, I brought Im Haeun along. It was just a routine pictorial, nothing special, but my heart was pounding oddly.
"Haeun-ssi, could you grab me some water?"
"...Yeah."
It was so damn fun bossing Im Haeun around. During a break in the middle of the shoot, she fetched water at my request. If Shin Soye or Park Minji saw this, their brains would short-circuit for a second. It was a shame that everyone on set just glossed over it like it was no big deal.
"Here."
Im Haeun thrust the cup at me with a curt gesture.
"Hmm, not this. Something cold~ please."
Her face twisted at my words. But what could she do? She trudged back to the water cooler and got me a fresh one.
"Ahh, nice and cool. Thanks, Haeun-ssi."
"...Whatever."
She plopped down beside me with a grunt. Gruff as ever.
"Aren't you drinking any water, Haeun-ssi?"
"Don't need it."
"Hydration's important. Make sure you take care of it."
"........."
She ignored me, turning away. That just made me want to tease her more.
"Haeun-ssi, I want that bread over there."
"What? Bread? Out of nowhere?"
"Yep. Bread."
She shot me a glare. What? Why the attitude? I can crave bread, can't I?
"There's a convenience store on the first floor. Go grab some."
"Hold on, you want me to go like this?"
"What's wrong with it? Dolphin pants and a tee—simple and cute. Anything looks killer on you, Haeun-ssi. Impressive."
I grinned, pulling a 1,000-won bill from my wallet.
"Here's the money."
"Hey, what bread am I supposed to buy with a grand...?"
"I want the Ghost Roll Bread. Got it? And bring back 500 won change."
"........."
"Get yourself something you want, too."
Her sharp eyes narrowed even more—not angry, exactly, but her face soured like milk. Over a single bread run? Guess she'd never faced this kind of humiliation in school; her tolerance was paper-thin. I met her gaze with an innocent look, and after a moment's stare-down, she snatched her wallet and stormed out.
Twenty minutes later, Im Haeun returned, panting as she chucked the bag at me.
"Why'd you take so long?"
"...They don't sell Ghost Roll Bread here."
"No way, did you go somewhere else just for that?"
"Yeah..."
"And you rushed back since break's only thirty minutes?"
"...Yeah."
I swear I heard a crack from her direction, even if it wasn't audible.
"I'm touched. Dig in."
I beamed, tearing into the bread with a big bite. You can't spit on a smiling face, right?
"Mm? What's that other one?"
"Something I wanted."
"Aren't you on a diet right now?"
"You... haa... you told me to get something you wanted me to eat. So I did. Not eating it."
"You ran all that way— one won't hurt."
"...No."
"Break's over~ Back to shooting~!"
A staffer called out just then. Im Haeun headed straight back to the set. Peeking at her purchase, I spotted the label: 'Stress Buster! Insanely Spicy!'
If she snaps this hard already, how's she gonna last?
So cute. I chuckled, finishing my Ghost Roll Bread.
I didn't use the hypnosis on Im Haeun just for shady stuff(?). I put it to very practical use, too.
"One more!"
"Urghhh...!"
In the gym's private trainer room. At my command, Im Haeun squeezed out every last drop of strength for one final squat.
"Amazing! Perfect! One more time!"
"I'm... dying..."
"You won't die. One more!"
The principle of exercise is simple: tear the muscles, and they rebuild bigger and stronger. So every workout needs to push to failure—total exhaustion—for results. Bodyweight stuff is tough for that. Without visible goals beyond reps, gauging your limit is hard. And once you're used to it, reps pile up so high it's tricky to hit true failure.
Basically, bodyweight training works best with a spotter or iron will.
"One more!"
"Urghhh...!"
That's where hypnosis-shined for bodyweight work. I could wring Im Haeun's strength and stamina to the absolute limit.
"Okay! Great job!"
"Uwaaaah!"
She collapsed after the last rep. I'd commanded her to drop when she hit her limit, so that confirmed it.
"Hah... hah..."
Im Haeun panted wildly, regulating her breath. Her chest heaved beautifully, her toned abs flexing. Sweat trickled down her stomach, pooling slightly in her navel. Erotic as hell, even without trying. Say what you will, her looks were top-tier.
"You did awesome. Now go get some wa—"
"Please!"
"...I'll get it. Wait here."
Teasing her like that turned her face beet red. I snickered, filled a bottle, and handed it over. Exhausted, she sipped slowly. Gulp, gulp. Sweat-drenched and drinking, some spilled down her neck, wetting her chest and abs.
"Okay, one more..."
"I really can't!"
"...Not that. Workout's done for today."
"........."
She glared daggers. After days of this teasing, her frustration had to be boiling over. She caught her breath and stood shakily. I followed, whispering,
"Time for your lesson now."
She froze with a jolt.
"You've built up a ton of stress—you need release. Right?"
"Re-release...?"
"Look forward to it."
I murmured into her ear and headed to the changing room first. I deliberately didn't check her expression.
The 11th floor of Da'o Entertainment housed the media department—regular office workers handling external articles, promo pieces, and outsourcing. Idols rarely came up here.
I brought Im Haeun there. Ding. Elevator doors opened, and we stepped out. She trailed me, muttering under her breath,
"This is insane, insane, insane."
"Shh. Muttering'll draw eyes. How're you gonna handle it if you start now?"
She shut up. Huddled close, she peeked through the glass at the desks. The semi-transparent, white-painted lower panels hid the office well—and us from them. She sighed in relief.
"Come on, move it."
She quickened her pace. We reached the men's restroom on the 11th.
"No one's here. Go in."
I checked inside and waved her in. She scanned wildly before entering.
"This is really, really, really...!"
Biting back curses, she dashed to the farthest stall. Click. I followed, locking us in the tight space. Our breaths seemed audible.
"Alright, Im Haeun. Panties off, sit on the toilet."
"........."
She scowled but slowly dropped her pants. Her skinny jeans peeled down, revealing sexy black panties. Hesitant, she slid those off too and sat.
"Hard to spread like that. Take 'em all off."
I reached for her feet to help strip the pants and panties fully. She lifted her legs slightly to assist.
"Good girl."
I praised her, hanging them on the hook.
"Wonder if the guys using this stall later will notice Im Haeun's panties hanging here?"
"D-don't know..."
Blushing furiously, her voice trembled.
I pulled her phone from my pocket and handed it over.
"Now play the video."
"Which one?"
"Me and Soye noona. You didn't delete it, right? I never ordered you to."
She didn't deny it, opening the app. I popped a Bluetooth earbud in her right ear.
"Why make me watch this here? Explain already. Why bring me to this place, and what're you planning...?"
"Sure. Play it and masturbate while you watch."
"........."
Her eyes widened in shock.
"H-here...? Men's room... If someone hears..."
"Control your voice, and no one will. Be quiet with the wet sounds too."
Footsteps echoed outside then. Heels stopped right by our stall. Im Haeun trembled violently.
Start now. Finish quick, and I'll let you stop.
I whispered in her ear. Hesitant, she turned to her screen. Watching my sex scene with Shin Soye, her right hand began gently stroking her pussy.
Drip, drip...
A man's piss stream started outside. She flinched but kept her eyes glued, hand moving steadily.
Work hard and finish fast, yeah?
She bit her lip at my whisper.
Do well, and there's a reward. Got it?
Her lips parted slightly. So cute—I stroked her hair. Even as she accepted my touch, she kept masturbating diligently.
Alright, second training session. Grinning, I watched Im Haeun pleasure herself.