Chapter 12: Cleaning, Ear Cleaning, and the True Art of Hypnosis
Hypnotizing a woman and fucking her is easy. Just like with Hyeji noona—hypnotize her, turn her into a half-doll, spread her legs, shove your dick in her pussy, and you're done. But that's no fun. No matter how many you do it to, it's no different from jerking off with a whore. True hypnotic conquest isn't like that. Hypnosis is just the seasoning sprinkled on top. The real thrill is watching the material destroy herself, willingly transforming into the existence I desire.
And in that sense, Yoo Ayoung was the perfect material. To fulfill her desire to serve, she created affection for me on her own. I'd seen those eyes of a girl in love in the original story, but the essence was completely different. It wasn't submission out of love—it was love born from the desire to submit. That was Ayoung's current state.
Click.
"Is this Jintae's house?"
"Yeah... come on in."
Unlike her excitement earlier, now that she realized she was entering a guy's home, she seemed a bit tense.
"Hello..."
"My parents live elsewhere, so it's just me."
"Oh... I see."
We entered the house, and as usual, I tossed my bag carelessly onto the bed. Ayoung had come over with great enthusiasm, but now she looked flustered, unsure what to do next. I decided to give her a mission.
"Ayoung, could you clean the house for me?"
"Cleaning♥ Of course!"
Her eyes sparkled as if cleaning was the greatest joy, and she set her bag on the sofa before eagerly starting. Separate from my hypnosis, she moved with practiced familiarity—opening windows for ventilation, grabbing cleaning tools effortlessly, and getting to work. I deliberately changed into sweats, acting nonchalant as I fiddled with the computer, stealing glances at her.
Still in her uniform, she moved vigorously, her pink panties flashing bit by bit, but she seemed too focused on cleaning to notice.
About thirty minutes later, Ayoung had thoroughly cleaned the bachelor pad, leaving not a speck of dust, and came to report.
"Jintae-ya, haa haa... cleaning's all done♥"
"Oh, thanks, Ayoung~!"
"Hng♥ Th-thank you..."
She wriggled happily at my praise, glancing at me shyly while fidgeting with her fingers.
"Um... Jintae-ya... is there anything else I can help with?"
"Hmm... doesn't seem like it now."
At my words that I didn't need anything else, anxiety flickered across her face. The obsession to be helpful to me was tormenting her beyond reason, and she started inventing ways to assist.
"Then, um... should I make dinner? I'm good at cooking♥"
"Not that hungry right now..."
"R-right... then..."
Fidgeting anxiously at my ironclad defenses, she suddenly brightened as if struck by a great idea.
"Then, Jintae-ya... how about I clean your ears?"
"...Ear cleaning?"
"Yeah♥ I learned how from my mom... it'll feel really refreshing!"
Ear cleaning—one of the top skinship acts men crave from women. I hadn't expected her to reach this point just one day after hypnosis. A beauty's lap pillow and ear cleaning... no way I could resist!
"Ear cleaning sounds tempting. Mind doing it, Ayoung?"
"Yeah♥ Leave it to me!"
Ayoung found the hidden ear pick in the house, sat right on the sofa, patted her thigh, and said,
"Okay, Jintae-ya, lie down here."
I did as she said, resting my head on her thigh. I felt the soft texture and warm heat of her thigh against my head, and a faint feminine scent wafting from under her skirt.
"Like this?"
"Yeah♥ Now don't move your head... I'll clean your ears nice and clean♥"
She leaned down, peering into my ear, and began.
Scritch...
Scritch...
Scritch...
Scritch...
The pleasant foreign sensation inside my ear—the ear pick gently stimulated it so soothingly, and every movement showed she truly cared for me.
Scritch...
Scritch...
Scritch...
Scritch...
"Jintae-ya... feel good in your ears?"
"Yeah... keep going..."
"Got it♥"
Scritch...
Scritch...
Scritch...
Scritch...
As the ear pick gently scraped my ear wall, awareness hit me: its wielder was our school's top beauty, compelled to help me, an irresistible girl. Combined with the hot body heat from her thigh on one side, the situation turned me on more than expected.
Enjoying the blissful ear cleaning, she finished up.
"Fuuu...."
".....Ooooh...."
Her warm breath, infused with the beauty's essence, tickled inside my ear—a thrilling shiver ran down my spine. Did she know what she was doing? Or was it instinct to please a man? Curiosity struck.
"All done with that side, Jintae-ya. Now the other♥"
"Yeah...."
I flipped over as she said. Now my face nestled between her belly and thighs. She seemed oblivious due to focus on the cleaning, but from my position, it was incredibly lewd. Her thighs enveloped my entire face, her gaze and soft hair strands above, and even through her clothes, up close, the unmistakable feminine scent from between her legs—fresh and youthful, unlike a mature woman's—teased me delightfully.
Scritch...
Scritch...
Scritch...
Scritch...
Savoring the ticklish pleasure over my whole face, the finale came.
"Fuuu........"
".....Wooow......"
Her breath on the other ear sent unbearable ecstasy surging through my spine. How I resented having so little earwax.
"Jintae-ya♥ All done. Feel good?"
"Yeah, it was amazing, Ayoung. The best thing you've done for me today."
"Hnnng♥ Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Haaa♥ So glad I could help."
Lying on her thigh, I looked up. Blushing with joy at my praise, she was breathtakingly beautiful—and incredibly arousing.
Stroke...
Stroke...
Stroke...
Since I didn't lift my head, staying on her thigh... sensing I wanted more, she didn't tell me to get up. Instead, she gently stroked my hair, gazing down lovingly.
Her eyes brimmed with affection. She'd mistaken my hypnosis-induced service drive for love and fully embraced it.
I want to serve Jintae. I want to devote myself to him. I want to be Jintae's maid. Why? Why do I want to be Jintae's maid? Why do I want to serve him? These feelings and thoughts don't make sense... but if I connect them all with the word 'love,' it fits. I love Jintae, so I want to serve him. I love Jintae, so I want to devote myself. Then everything clicks. All the pleasure from serving him makes sense.
With eyes full of such affection, she looked at me. It was a pleasant delusion on her part—far from bad, it was utterly enjoyable.
I met her gaze with understanding eyes and said,
"Ayoung, could I ask you for something really, really important?"
She beamed happily.
"Yeah♥ Anything♥ I'll do whatever Jintae asks♥"
Bathed in sunset glow, her golden smile shining, I said,
"Then... could you do a kiss... no, kiss service?"
"K-Kiss!?"
"Yeah, the one you're thinking of..."
"K-Kiss... even if it's Jintae, that's... but still..."
"Don't want to?"
"No! It's not that I don't want to..."
"Oh... too bad. I really wanted a kiss from Ayoung..."
She wavered visibly at my words, so I pushed a little more.
"Ayoung..."
"....Yeah..... Jintae-ya...."
"If you did, I'd be so happy..."
Her expression showed shock, but then resolve—as she approached with affectionate eyes again.
Her pink princess lips drew closer, and then...
Mwah.
So softly against my lips, I claimed the school idol's first kiss.