Kiss to Break the Hypnosis (1)
Baek Hayeon sat blankly on her dorm bed, staring vacantly at the laptop screen.
The silver-haired beauty streamer Silver on the screen was lifting the hem of her skirt with a flushed face.
Eunha…
Hayeon gripped the mouse so hard with her trembling hand it nearly shattered.
Just moments ago, she'd sent Eunha a massive 500,000 won anonymously.
Perverted bitch.
The message she'd impulsively typed was sincere.
At the same time, it stemmed from an uncontrollable possessiveness.
Watching Eunha expose herself to other men's gazes while stone-cold sober was pure agony.
So she wanted to pin Eunha's attention on herself, even if it meant throwing away a fortune.
Of course, Eunha had no idea who her big donor was.
When Eunha had lifted her skirt in front of hundreds of viewers earlier, exposing her underwear, Hayeon felt her heart stop.
Surprisingly, anger took a backseat to another thought: she had to pull Eunha away from these filthy stares.
So Hayeon called her right away.
Until she could prove Eunha's innocence, she had to stop her from slipping further away.
Thankfully, Eunha chose her call over the swarm of viewers.
-That's it for today's stream…! See you next time!
Eunha hurriedly ended the broadcast and called Hayeon back.
With ragged breaths, heaving shoulders, and the occasional lewd moan leaking out…
But Hayeon didn't mind. Not one bit.
…Yet as the call dragged on, Eunha's moans only grew louder.
Hayeon wasn't stupid. Even under hypnosis, she had basic common sense.
The realization that Eunha was pleasuring herself over the phone hit her like a truck.
“……Ah.”
Hayeon couldn't hang up.
No, she didn't want to.
The fact that Eunha was getting off to her voice, chatting with her while drowning in pleasure—it stabbed deep into Hayeon's heart.
Betrayal mingled with an indescribable thrill that swept through her body.
It was a sense of conquest, too.
Knowing Eunha preferred her voice over donations from hundreds of viewers—it drove Hayeon wild.
Hayeon's breathing grew rough as well. But Eunha, in her current state, wouldn't notice such subtleties.
“You perverted Eunha.”
Like bestowing a reward, Hayeon tossed out the insult Eunha had been desperately craving.
For whatever warped reason, Eunha let out delighted moans every time Hayeon hurled harsh words.
It made no sense. Hayeon didn't want to understand.
But if she hung up, Silver's stream might start again—so she kept the call going.
Quite a while passed like that.
How many times had Eunha climaxed?
Was she savoring the tease, or holding back because they were on the phone? Her peaks came few and far between.
Finally, Eunha cried out in a scream-like moan, reaching her climax.
Whether it was the last one, all that remained from the smartphone was exhausted panting.
“Eunha, you asleep?”
No reply came. Hayeon ended the call with a cold expression.
The room fell silent, lit only by the laptop's glow.
[Streaming has already ended.]
She closed the laptop. Sleep wouldn't come.
Why has Eunha changed like this?
The mana she'd seen from Eunha during magic practice was purer and clearer than anyone's.
Yet now, Eunha seemed pickled in pleasure, no different from the average awakeners swarming this city.
Frustrated, Hayeon got out of bed and peered out the window.
The night city brimmed with pink lights. Women in skimpy outfits laughed as they passed, men ogling them like it was nothing.
Is this… really normal?
Hayeon dredged up hazy memories from the past.
She hadn't always thought herself odd. Her parents' praises of her kindness and diligence stood out vividly.
The world had changed.
Not gradually over time, but in an instant—like flipping a switch—in a ridiculously short span.
And everyone accepted it as normal. Even her.
But looking back now, it was absurd.
The world flipping in just days?
And pure, modest Eunha染ed by this city's "common sense"?
This… isn't right. Something's wrong.
Staggering, Hayeon headed to her alchemy workbench.
Her head throbbed like it might split. It felt like a massive barrier crushing her brain.
She recalled the pure mana waves Eunha had shown—clear and pristine like glass beads.
Then she poured her own mana into the base solution for potion-making.
Normally, she'd use readily available mana liquid, but a strange certainty told her that wouldn't do now.
Hayeon desperately shook off stray thoughts, pursuing only purity.
Whoosh—.
A soft glow bloomed in the vial.
Instinctively, she knew this mana resembled Eunha's.
She continued the process: purifying impurities, concentrating the mana. No complex steps needed.
She didn't even know what potion she was making—just letting her hands move on autopilot.
Thus, a colorless potion emitting a faint glow was complete.
Hayeon stared at it, entranced.
Drawn by some force, she uncapped it and downed the potion.
It was made from her own mana, so no harm would come—and more than that, a gut feeling screamed she needed it now.
Gulp—.
The cool liquid slid down her throat.
In that instant.
The fog clouding her mind lifted.
“Wha—what? What the hell is….”
Hayeon clutched her head and sank to the floor.
Excruciating pain split her skull as her mind awakened.
Twisted laws, twisted morals, twisted common sense—the bizarre cityscape, warped in every way, flooded her vision.
The kiss performance at the entrance ceremony. Students starting resonance as if it were routine. Eunha's mindset染ing after just a week in this city.
“Hahk, hahk!”
As the pain ebbed, confusion crashed in. She chugged cold water.
Her body trembled. Realizing a colossal something had seized the city—powerful enough to hypnotize an entire metropolis—filled her with terror.
“What… is this? What the hell happened to the world?”
Hayeon looked out the window.
The late-night scene, once mundane, now reeked of depravity.
Hypnotized people rutted anywhere, anytime. And overlaying it all was alien mana—not pure, but laced with someone's desires, blanketing the city like a dome.
Or perhaps mana seeping from below had conquered even the skies.
Hayeon realized.
She was now the only sane person left in this mad city.
And her friend Eunha was in grave danger.
“Eunha…!”
Hayeon frantically called her, but no answer.
That perverted bitch had used her as jerk-off fodder and passed out deep…!
She recalled their first meeting. Eunha definitely hadn't been hypnotized then.
Eunha moved here for Seongwon Academy. Did she fall under hypnosis in just a week…?
Hayeon wanted to cry.
###
The next morning.
I woke up feeling refreshed.
Last night… was incredible.
Time spent to Hayeon's voice gave a satisfaction leagues beyond solo sessions.
Of course, the guilt hit hard. Using my best friend's voice as fuel? Not even aphrodisiac-crazed like last time—the shame doubled.
“…What am I supposed to do when Hayeon's voice turns me on like that.”
Honestly, her voice was cheating.
I was proud of myself for not pouncing on her and handling it alone.
She couldn't get mad at this. It's common sense.
Anyway, I checked the glass vial by my bed.
It brimmed with clear mana liquid—at least three times yesterday's amount.
Managed to collect it even in a daze…
Some shred of reason left? Or did I need an excuse target?
I'll sell it at the black market later, I thought, stashing it in the drawer.
This might even beat streaming efficiency…
Whatever. Classes start for real today.
I buttoned up neatly, then undid one for mana flow—but nah, time to get serious, so I undid another.
At the school gate, Hayeon stood waiting in the distance.
Is she waiting for me?
Thrilled, I waved and ran over.
“Hayeon! Hi! Were you waiting for me?”
I went to link arms like always.
But.
Slap—.
Hayeon lightly swatted my arm away.
“…?”
Confused, I looked at her.
Her eyes were oddly cold.
She stared straight at me, then spoke in a low voice.
“Eunha. Button up. It looks bad.”
“Huh…?”
I blinked at her dumbly.
She was spouting words that didn't fit this city, totally casual.
“N-no, I know it's weird, but to impress the instructors…”
“It's fine. I button up fully too. No instructor nitpicks this.”
Ignoring my fluster, Hayeon reached for my chest.
She meticulously buttoned my shirt all the way to the collar.
My breath caught uncomfortably.
But Hayeon looked refreshed, grabbing my hand.
“Good girl. Shall we go?”
“Y-yeah…”
Overwhelmed by her intimidating vibe, I meekly followed.