Rest, Think, Then No Refusals

I rested my cock right on top of her cute, playfully extended tongue. I grabbed a handful of Yoo-na’s still-damp hair.

“Mmm.” She frowned slightly, one eyebrow twitching ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as if it hurt, and looked up at me. Those rabbit-like eyes staring upward made my cock twitch. Damn. That innocent face with just a hint of a scowl was enough to make my heart race.

With my shaft still resting on her tongue, I held her head and slowly rocked it back and forth.

“Mmmph…! Slurp…! Nngh…!” It was the perfect living onahole. Thanks to the setup I’d applied, Yoo-na simply treated this as another one of her old friend’s mischievous pranks.

“Slurp…! Nngh…! Slurp…! Nngh…!” Every time I pressed her head down, she sucked me deep enough to hit the back of her throat.

“Mmm…! Nngh…! Nngh…! Slurp…!” Our eyes met. I grinned. Her eyes curved into gentle crescents, a pure, completely harmless smile. Gluck…! The clean saliva pooled in her mouth made obscene noises every time I thrust into it.

“Mmm…! Nngh…! Slurp…! Nngh…! Slurp…!” I gripped her hair like handles and kept pushing until my pubic hair brushed her nose and skin.

Gluck…! Gluck…!

“Mmph…! Mmm…! Mmm…! Slurp…! Nngh…!” Tears welled in her kind, moist eyes.

“Slurp…! Slurp…! Mmm…! Nngh…! Slurp…! Haa…! Slurp…!” Even while I used her mouth, she kept licking me diligently with her tongue, trying her best to accommodate my game.

Yoo-na. You really are the best friend I’ve ever had.

“Slurp! Mmm…! Nngh…! Nngh…! Slurp…!” Gluck…! Gluck…! Her head moved back and forth in my hands. The sight of her small face swallowing my thick cock was art in itself. No classical beauty in any famous painting could compare to Yoo-na with my cock in her mouth.

“Mmm…!” Just as the tears in her eyes were about to fall, the urge to come surged up.

Throb! Gulp…! Gulp…! The semen that had risen from my balls poured straight into her mouth without hesitation.

“Mmmph…!” Yoo-na squeezed her eyes shut and pursed her lips. I held her small head with both hands and pushed my hips forward.

“Mmm…” Just like I’d taught her before, she kept her lips sealed without letting her teeth touch and waited obediently.

Slurp…! I slowly pulled my spent cock out.

“Haa…!” Once it was free, she smiled with flushed cheeks and opened her mouth. As if asking for approval, she stuck out her tongue, still pooled with cum.

“……” Yoo-na grinned bashfully, licked her tongue back into her mouth, and swallowed it down with a soft gulp.

“Haa…” She opened her eyes and looked up at me.

“Was it fun?”

Damn. Every single thing she said was pure gold. Absolutely shining.

“Yeah. Yoo-na, come here.”

“Pfft, what kind of joke is that?”

It wasn’t a joke. I just wanted to be held in a woman’s arms. When I was with Na-eun, it felt like being swallowed by her full, soft body. Yoo-na was different. It felt like wearing a perfectly tailored suit made just for me.

“Mmm~” Without another word, she pulled me into a hug and gently stroked my back.

Just like every woman’s pussy tasted different, every hug felt different too. Thanks to her, I slept soundly without waking once.

Yeah. Let’s rest for now and think about the next step later.

§

There was a reason I’d reloaded Yoo-na’s setup.

“It’s hard to come up with ideas all by myself.”

So I needed help. If it was another guy, our thoughts would probably line up. Age didn’t matter when it came to what men wanted. First priority: sex with beautiful women. Second priority: money that bought economic freedom. The order might flip, but the two were almost always the same. I was no different. And I had no intention of changing.

What I needed was a “helper.”

I’d thought about it a lot. Sex? Great. I wasn’t impotent, and I doubted anyone would hate it. But there were conditions.

— It had to stay hidden. The fewer variables, the better.

— It had to feel natural. If the dissonance grew too strong, the hypnosis would break.

— I needed a helper. I knew my own abilities better than anyone. If I tried to handle everything alone, there would be gaps somewhere. Two people came up with more ideas than one, and three came up with even more.

The limitation I’d been given was that I could only run one hypnosis slot at a time. So I needed someone I could call on whenever necessary.

Of course, the choice was obvious.

“Yoo-na’s perfect for it.”

Her house was close. Even if work rotations changed later, it wouldn’t matter. On top of that, she was kind and diligent. More selfless and considerate than anyone else. She also had a strong sense of responsibility for her work.

So then…

“A helper, but should I make her a secretary, or…”

I shook my head. Slaves had low productivity. There was a reason most modern countries had abolished slavery. A sex slave? I could already do that plenty of ways. What I needed was someone who could advise me on the bigger picture. I didn’t need a slave.

In that case, a secretary was perfect.

“……”

Just thinking the word “secretary” made my lower body react. My thoughts had changed a lot in the past month. Anyway.

“Let’s start sketching it out.”

I had no intention of touching the “childhood friend” setup. It was my first one, and it was already complete. A female friend who was always available whenever I wanted? Just hearing it made my heart race.

Tap, tap, tap. I opened my laptop and began building the secretary setup with full focus. I left her personality as it was. If I was going to turn her into a doll, there’d be no point in building anything up in the first place.

I set two main goals: the purpose for following me, and the objectives she needed to accomplish. I built everything within the framework I’d already decided on. I gave her tasks. I set her schedule. I decided on her rewards.

A few days passed. The outline gradually took shape.

“Not bad.”

The perfect ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠secretary who would devote herself only to me. Smiling in satisfaction, I closed the laptop.

§

The “Childhood Friend” setup would stay with her for life. The new one I was about to add would stay for life too.

“Mr. Lee, we need to deliver the love lunch boxes to the elderly living alone today, right?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

“I happen to have an outside assignment in that area too. Shall we go together?”

When I released the setup, all her memories were replaced with different ones, so she always treated me like an ordinary coworker. It wasn’t bad, really.

“Really? Thank you so much!”

She stood up with a bright smile and quickly gathered her documents and things. Huh. Had she already finished preparing? She really was secretary material. Or maybe I just saw everything about her in a good light now.

Thud. I climbed into the old one-ton truck and started the engine.

Vroooom! The loud diesel engine and the lively, rattling movement! The kind of sound only an old one-ton Porter could make.

……I should really get a new one.

“Oh, so first we need to stop by Grandma Jeong-sun’s place.”

“Yep.”

Work came first, after all. We spent the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠whole morning making the rounds through the village.

“Let’s buy something to drink at the convenience store. My treat.”

“Ah! Thank you! Next time I’ll definitely buy!”

I nodded vaguely and parked in front of the store. Watching Yoo-na pick out drinks, I chuckled. Strangely, even though I was about to hypnotize her, I didn’t feel nervous at all. Unlike with other people, there was no anxious trembling when it came to Yoo-na. Our internal closeness must have grown quite a bit.

Thud! I got back in the car, fastened my seatbelt, and slowly picked up my phone.

“Mr. Lee.”

“Yes?”

Yoo-na looked at me without a hint of suspicion. I smiled and held out my phone.

“This is something I use for meditation. Want to try it?”

“Right now? What is it?”

As expected, the meditation line worked well on Yoo-na.

Fwoosh! A flame flickered on the candle inside the screen. One second. Yoo-na’s gaze locked onto the flame. Two seconds. Her focus was so deep she couldn’t look away. Three seconds. Splash. She sank helplessly into the depths of her consciousness.

Thump. My heart, which had been fine just moments ago, started pounding. Of course it did. She was about to become my secretary—made by me, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for me.

— What kind of person am I to you?

“……Coworker……”

Exactly that level. With no setups between us, that was the extent of our relationship. So I started by organizing that relationship.

— That can’t be right. You and I have known each other for a long time.

“……Known each other……for a long time?”

Her voice rose at the end, showing doubt, but she wasn’t uneasy about it anymore.

— Yes. Do you remember going to the library when you were young?

“……Yes……”

The library. It didn’t matter where it was located. What mattered was the intellectual image the library carried.

— We met on the day you first went to the library.

“……First……time……at the library……”

I didn’t need to specify ages or locations. The right blanks would be filled in naturally by her own memories.

— He was a boy who read books in the library.

“……A boy……who read books……”

— He knew all the answers.

“……All……the answers……”

— He also knew the answers to your worries.

“……Answers……to my worries……”

A smart friend from the library she visited as a child. This way, I didn’t need to match her school life or daily life for plausibility. She had come to the library on her own.

— He even knew how to solve the small worries of childhood.

“……How to solve……worries……”

— He knew the answers to the worries of puberty too.

“……Right……he knew……”

— Whether it was school, getting a job, or love, he always gave the right answers.

“……Worries……”

The relationship stacked up neatly inside Yoo-na’s mind. It was different from the childhood friend setup. She was moved by my words and respected my wisdom.

[00:41] Forty-one seconds left. I could have added other suggestions, but for a proper build-up, I had to pour everything into this single suggestion. Unlike the previous hypnosis, this one contained no sexual desire at all. Only suggestions for the greater plan.

— He gave the right answers to your friends’ worries too.

“……Yes……that’s right……”

— You probably followed his advice during your civil service interview as well.

“……I did……”

— Did you pass?

“……Yes……”

I made sure she believed my answers were never wrong. Then came the final question.

— So you’ve been friends since the day you first went to the library until now?

“……Yes……we’ve always been……friends……”

This suggestion was the complete opposite of her first one. This time, it was my turn to save her.

— That’s right. You and he are the closest of friends.

“……Yes……the closest……friend……”

Why add “friend” when she was supposed to be a secretary? Because a female-friend secretary sounded more fun. Besides, it was hard to draw out real devotion through a purely vertical relationship. Equal. Yet smarter than her. And always helpful. That would draw out the highest level of devotion. So I built the first floor as a different kind of female friend, a male friend. Now I just had to stack the build-up on top.

Whoosh!