Shin Jihye in Heat
The stares from those around us feel strange. They're definitely different from the ones I felt walking home with Ayoung. If I had to classify them... fondness? That's the vibe from the looks while walking home with Jihye.
Jihye wasn't on Ayoung's level, but she was still quite the beauty in her own right. With her firm thighs, tanned skin, and cute fox-like face, being seen with her didn't make us look like a beauty and the beast like with Ayoung. More like a total loser and an athletic girl with quirky tastes—a youthful couple from the track team.
"Your place is closer than mine. Lucky."
"Yours is far?"
"Kinda. Forty minutes walking? But I usually run it as exercise, so ten minutes flat."
She chatted casually as she walked beside me. Was it the hypnosis? Or her situation? Either way, she was approaching me far more friendly than I'd expected.
"Oh yeah, you're in track, right? Doesn't all that daily training wear you out?"
"Super tiring! There've been more times than I can count when I wanted to quit!"
"Then why keep at it?"
She hesitated, fumbling a bit before answering.
"Even though it's tough... it's the one place where I've been the best, even if just once."
She spoke with an uncharacteristically serious expression.
"Ayoung's just... such a perfect super beauty, she excels at everything—studies, art, whatever..."
What was this? Sudden confession time? I felt a bit embarrassed, but the mood called for it, so I listened quietly.
"Being her friend, I've never once beaten her at anything. I was always the one cheering her on. But... the one thing where I beat Ayoung, and she cheered me on instead? Running. Here, I was the best. Even next to Ayoung, I could stand tall. I loved that... so even when it's hard, I keep going."
"........."
So she had her own struggles. Even the friend of a perfect super beauty had her issues.
But if she knew that same perfect super beauty had been sucking my dick at lunch today, wasting that talent—what would she think? I got a little curious.
"I'm being so sentimental today... Not like me at all."
"Everyone has days they wanna spill their guts. Yours was today."
"Chintta... saying cool stuff today. Listening to my girl talk quietly... I... I see you a bit differently now. Just a tiny bit..."
'Fiery.'
She blushed at her own words, then hurried ahead, crossing the crosswalk.
"Not that way!"
"Th-then tell me sooner!"
She charged off first and now she's mad... Anyway, we made it to my place.
Click.
Thud.
Quiet as we stepped inside. Luckily, Hyeji noona had tidied the bed as ordered.
"Heh... so this is Chintta's place? Nicer than I thought."
"Nicer than what?"
"You know how TV and YouTube always show guys' bachelor pads as total disasters? That's what I pictured."
Without hypnosis, it probably would've been. Jihye looked around like it was some curiosity.
"So where's the kitchen?"
"Hold on... first... [Crybaby Athlete]."
"Ah..."
At the keyword, she slipped into hypnosis.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes... I can."
"Where are you right now?"
"At... Chintta's... Jintae's house."
"That's right. Jintae's house. 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do.' This is Jintae's house. So whose words do you follow?"
"Jintae's... words."
"Exactly. You accept and understand Jintae's house rules, no matter how weird. Got it?"
"Yes... I accept."
"And whenever you see Jintae lick his lips, you want to have sex with him."
"I want... sex."
"Your pussy gets sensitive, craving his bare cock pounding you, creampieing deep inside."
"Pounded... yes."
And with that, I added a light(?) spice for today.
"Now, when I clap, wake up."
Clap!
"Eh!... What were we talking about?"
"You asked about the kitchen."
"Oh right..."
She looked unsettled by my words. Don't make that face... it's turning me on.
Lick.
"Eek!?"
She jolted like she'd been shocked, face flushing instantly. Perfect—the hypnosis was working great.
"Kitchen's that way, but first... in this house, we take off socks. Don't want street dirt on the floor."
"Weird house rule... Fine, socks are no big deal."
She grumbled but followed, confirming the hypnosis was spot-on. I smirked, dropping the next rule.
"Oh! And when you're here, no bottoms—just panties."
"What!?"
She freaked at the absurd rule, but I played it cool.
"Why so shocked? Panties-only is standard at home, right?"
"No! I mean... but... ugh..."
Ridiculous rule, but the hypnosis made her accept it. She squirmed in embarrassment, unable to argue, so I pushed harder.
"Making a fuss over nothing... If you hate it, just leave."
I casually stripped off my bag and pants, changing to panties-only to enforce it. She caved, accepting the house rule.
"Fine! Just take 'em off, right!"
Swish.
Blushing furiously, she hiked off her skirt, matching me in panties. Plain gray sports panties clinging tight, toned tan legs full of elastic power—a sleek athletic beauty to a T. The fabric hugged her pussy, hinting at the axe-wound slit. Different from Ayoung, but just as arousing.
"N-no more weird rules, right!?"
"Nope."
"I'm cooking now, so don't bother me, got it!"
"Got it. Hurry up—I'm starving."
Lick.
"Eek!?... Fine, just stay out of the way and wait!"
I sounded like a 50s patriarch, and she flushed from the hypnosis trigger, rushing to the kitchen.
Sizzle.
Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop.
She got to work on something decent-ish. Trying to ignore it, but exposing her panty-clad ass to me clearly embarrassed her—face red as I watched gleefully.
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Thud.
Twenty minutes later, she brought out... food? Or whatever it was.
"........."
"I said I can't cook!"
Fried rice, maybe? Veggies wildly uneven, rice overcooked and nearly burnt—some bits actually charred. Like a first-timer cranking the heat too high. Pure Jihye.
"...Won't kill me, probably..."
Couldn't waste a girl's effort, so I scooped a careful bite.
"Mm... chew chew chew..."
Ding~
No way—this taste!?
"...Tastes... better than expected."
"What!? For real!?"
Her shock made it funnier, but yeah—it was legit good. Not Ayoung's pro-level mastery, but a junk-food guilty pleasure: chewy textures, savory umami dancing on the tongue.
Chew. Chew.
"Mm! Mm! Definitely tasty."
"Slow down!"
"You try it. Bet it'll taste even better."
I scooped some for her. She hesitantly opened wide, eating her own fried rice from my spoon.
"Ah... mm... chew chew... Huh? For real?"
"Tasty, right!"
"Yeah... it is..."
"Come sit and eat together."
She looked shy but obeyed, sitting beside me like a stray cat sharing rain-shelter scraps.
"Ah! All done."
"Yeah, satisfied—better than expected."
"'Better than expected'? How low were your expectations?"
"Mm... instant ramen level?"
We bantered enjoyably. Hypnosis making everything about me appealing—her fondness visibly skyrocketing. From foxy tsundere to full fox-in-heat mode. Fun to watch.
"Chintta... didn't know you had this side..."
"This side?"
"Fun to talk to? Honestly, it's been ages since chatting felt this good."
She leaned in, gazing up.
"If I'd known sooner, I wouldn't have bullied you..."
Regretful vibes. Time to tease with something spicier.
"If you're that sorry, kiss my cheek or something."
Lick.
"Eek!?"
A bit bold, paired with her sex-trigger. How would she react? I expected freakout—walls still up.
But...
"........."
She startled, but her eyes sparkled with blush, looking up expectantly.
"........."
"For real?"
"Ch-cheek only! Kissing cheeks is like a greeting abroad..."
She edged closer, tense as hell. Face nearing for the peck...
Mwah.
I turned, upgrading it to full lips. Her thin, plump lips—first taste of Jihye.
"Kyaaaaah! Y-you psycho, Chintta!!"
"Whoops, neck slipped."
Smack smack smack.
Face carrot-red, steaming mad, she pounded my back with her palms.
"Waaah! My first kiss stolen by Chintta!"
"Who told ya to tease?"
"Waaah!"
She fake-cried right there—not real sadness. Made me wanna tease more.
"Okay, okay, I'll give it back."
"Sniff... how!?"
"Like this."
Mwah!
Straight to her lips this time. She blanked for a second, then exploded.
"Kyaaaaah! Crazy! Crazy! You're actually insane!"
Smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack smack.
Didn't hurt—worth it for her embarrassed face.
Once calmed, she asked,
"You're dating Ayoung... this okay?"
"I love Ayoung, but... you're cute too?"
Unexpected—her face went crimson.
"Th-that's cheating!"
"Cheating? Just means I got lotsa love."
Lick.
"Eek!"
Affection, lust, panty-clad in her friend's boyfriend's house—absurd combo overwhelming her. In a good way.
"D-don't say weird stuff so cool, you chintta!"
"So... hate it?"
"Th-that's..."
I closed in, locking eyes. Horny athletic beauty's aroused face—she averted shyly, frozen.
As I neared, she steeled herself, eyes shut, lips out.
And...
"Whoa, stop there."
"...What!?"
"You're right—I'm Ayoung's boyfriend. More would be cheating. I like you, sure... but pushing further feels like betrayal. Better stop."
Straight talk shocked her into a daze.
Then...
Lick.
"Eek♡"
Time for spice.
"Lunch tomorrow with Ayoung. I'll talk to her. Lick."
"Eek♡"
How long could she hold out?
"Thanks for dinner. Lick lick."
"Eeeek♡♡"
Kept it righteous, just wetting my lips.
"Get home safe. See ya tomorrow. Lick lick lick."
"Aah♡♡♡"
How many? Just till my mouth dried, lips glossy...
Then she snapped.
Crash crash crash!
"Ji... Jihye..."
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Face fully flushed in heat, she charged. Athlete form be damned—blinding speed, no reaction time. I tumbled to the living room floor.
Straddling me, she glared down. Excitement... anger... resentment... guilt... emotions swirled, ending in resolve.
"This... all your fault, Chintta! Slurp♥ Smooch♥ Slurp♥ Slurp♥ Mwah♥"
With that, she broke completely.