Yoo Ayoung Wants to Serve [Jintae]
That thought came to me out of nowhere that day. Kim Jintae—a classmate of mine. He didn't seem like a bad kid, just really gloomy. Jihye called him a chintta and hated his guts. I didn't like him, but I didn't hate him either. That was my impression of Kim Jintae up until now.
But suddenly, on the way home from school, he popped into my head... Just like that, I started wanting to serve Jintae. At first, I thought it was some random weird fantasy that would pass. But it wasn't. Jintae kept lingering in my mind.
In class, he always sat in the back, staring at his phone all alone. He looked so pitiful. So heartbreaking. I wanted to help him. I wanted to do something for him.
"What... am I... was I always this weird...?"
I shook my head, but the thought wouldn't leave. Then I imagined helping Jintae. I pictured him thanking me...
"Hng♥!"
A delightful electric current raced up my spine. It was dozens of times more satisfying than the fulfillment I'd felt from volunteer work in the service club. A wave of pure pleasure licked from my head down to between my legs, caressing my entire body.
"Wh-what... is this...?"
My face flushed red. This was... so strange. Why was this happening all of a sudden? I hurried home, but the thought wouldn't fade. With every step, more weird ideas flooded in. What does Jintae like? What could I do to make him happy? He lives alone, right...? Probably doesn't eat properly... I'd bet he'd love a homemade lunch...
These were thoughts I'd never had before. I knew I was pretty—I was aware of that much. The soccer club captain and other guys had confessed to me, and I'd even come close to dating a few. But my heart never fluttered, so I turned them down. Yet now... just imagining Jintae made my chest pound wildly.
"No way... could I..."
But that was impossible. Me, liking Jintae? That gloomy kid? No. On the other hand, imagining him rejecting me... My heart sank like it was crumbling. That terrifying drop in my chest... It felt like the nightmare when our old pet dog Ppoppi died, coming back to haunt me.
But if Jintae liked it? Imagining myself serving him, him loving it, praising me... Ecstasy, like I could float away...
"Okay... let's test it out."
No rush. I'd see him at school tomorrow, and that would confirm my feelings.
………Come to think of it, Jintae lives around Cheongdam Intersection, right...?
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"Um... Jintae-ya... If it's okay... could I... carry your bag for you?"
Yoo Ayoung, who'd shown up first thing in the morning, eyed the paper bag with my school stuff and asked just like that. Like a cute Chihuahua timidly making a request. Knowing my hypnosis had turned her into this filled me with a thrill as I replied.
"Sure, thanks. Here."
"Ung...!"
She took my bag, her face flushing with joy at being helpful. She couldn't hide her delight. And just like that, I offloaded my load onto her like some trashy guy and headed to school together.
"By the way, Jintae-ya, what's your favorite food?"
"Me? ...Hmm... Tonkatsu, I guess. Pretty standard."
"Tonkatsu... Got it... Jintae-ya likes tonkatsu..."
Ayoung seemed determined to memorize it forever. From her vibe, she was already plotting to make me tonkatsu as an act of service. Honestly, watching her gave me chills. I'd seen hypnosis's power at Hypnosis School, but even indirect use like this had transformed her overnight. The school's top beauty trailing half a step behind me like a maid, trying to match my mood—fuck, it felt amazing. My dick was throbbing so hard I wanted to fuck her right there.
Drag... click!
"Ah, Ayoung-ah! Last night..."
As we entered the classroom, her friend Jihye spotted us and froze, her face hardening. Like she'd seen something she shouldn't have. The other students looked the same, and basking in their stares, I headed to my seat feeling superior.
Up to here, it could've passed as coincidence. But Ayoung followed me all the way to my desk and set down the bag she'd carried.
"Bag's here, Jintae-ya."
"Thanks for helping out this far, Ayoung-ah."
"Uh... yeah! Haaah♡"
She blushed at my thanks, delighted. Her friend, unable to stand it, stormed over like a righteous minister.
"Chintta! What did you do to Ayoung-ah!?"
"......Nothing?"
"Then why'd she carry your stuff!?"
"It's fine! Jihye-ya, I offered..."
Ayoung, flustered by Jihye's outburst, dragged her back to their seats. Hmm... not quite there yet, huh? The hypnosis wasn't deep enough for her to ditch her friend. A bit disappointing, but glancing at Ayoung's pitiful, sad glances my way, I was sure it was imminent.
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How would the students remember that school day? Teacher Lee Yuri was even pricklier and more irritable than usual, terrorizing the class and making everyone tremble—except she left me, her usual target, alone and wrecked the atmosphere picking on others.
Once that horror class ended, an unimaginable sight awaited. Yoo Ayoung, the class idol who'd ignored or bullied the chintta Jintae before, was glued to his side, tending to him.
"Jintae-ya, need anything?"
"Hmm... throat's a bit dry..."
"Got it! I'll get you a drink! Carbonated water?"
"PepX Zero, please."
"Okay!♥"
Even people who knew Ayoung well couldn't believe it. She could smile that happily? But why with Jintae? Blackmail? Nah, she looked too cheerful. No way Ayoung... That's too absurd...
The class whispered about Ayoung and me nonstop, grating on her best friend Jihye's nerves. Meanwhile, Ayoung returned from the school convenience store beaming.
"Jintae-ya, here's your drink!"
"Oh! It's cold! Thanks, Ayoung-ah."
"Hng♥... N-no thanks needed... Um... anything else you need...? (He praised me. Aaah, feels so good...)"
She was just thrilled to help, but everyone else was stunned. Too surreal—no one knew where to start. Finally, Jihye couldn't hold back.
She approached Ayoung, stuck right next to me, and said casually,
"Ayoung-ah, did you watch that Nutube vid yesterday?"
"Ah... no... sorry, I was doing homework..."
"R-right..."
"Homework? I didn't do mine—Ayoung-ah, can I see yours?"
"Of... of course, Jintae-ya♥! Here!"
My first request to her sent her into ecstasy as she handed over her homework to help. Jihye finally snapped.
"Chintta!! You're copying Ayoung-ah's homework!?"
"Copying? Just referencing."
"Same difference! Ayoung-ah, you okay with this!?"
"Jihye-ya, I'm fine... so be quiet..."
"Ah.... Ayoung-ah...."
"Please..."
"Uh.... yeah.... okay..."
Ayoung stared at exploded Jihye with icy coldness. Jihye, seeing this new side, cowered like a whipped dog. I ignored them, happily copied the homework, then returned it.
"Thanks, Ayoung-ah. Homework crisis averted."
"Hng♥.... Glad I could help... Aaah...♥"
Ayoung melted in bliss at my thanks. Jihye looked like her world was collapsing, staring at her friend. To an outsider, it was the glow of a girl in first love—enough to make anyone despair. Everyone but me, who knew exactly what was up.
The school day ended like a storm. Most students bolted home. I had no reason to stick around either. As I packed to leave, Ayoung approached without a care for prying eyes.
"Jintae-ya.... Can we go home together?"
"Together? ...Yeah, sure."
"Yay♥ Thanks♥"
His okay lit her up with flying-high joy. I left the classroom without a word, stone-faced. Clear who held the reins. The whole class watched her go like it was hidden cam footage—except Teacher Yuri, deep in hypnosis herself.
She gnawed her nails, anxiously eyeing my back. Her state was dangerous, overshadowed only by Ayoung's spectacle—like a junkie in withdrawal. But whether I knew, ignored it, or pretended not to, I walked home with Ayoung.
Along the way, she kept chatting me up. All about me, probing like she wanted to investigate my life. I answered flatly, casually. A beauty like her talking to you should hype anyone up, but I stayed chill, leaving her antsy.
"By the way, Jintae-ya... anything at your place I could help with?"
"My place?"
"Yeah! I heard you live alone—maybe I could assist somehow."
She tried to sound natural, but to me or any third party, her ulterior motives dripped from her voice. Still, 99% of guys would've drooled at that super-cute face begging to visit.
"Got a ton of stuff... You really wanna help, Ayoung-ah?"
"Yes♥ Yes♥ I'll do it—I love helping out from service club♥ Anything♥"
".....Anything?"
"Yes♥ Anything."
She blurted it in excitement at my green light, but I caught the word. Eyes flashing like a predator spotting prey, I said calmly,
"Then... wanna come to my place?"
"Yes♥♥"
And just like that, Ayoung headed to my house of her own accord. Without a thought to what going to a male classmate's place really meant.