Naked Apron Breakfast and the Ticking Mission

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I'd gone on a date with Seoyeon yesterday and gotten completely wasted on booze at Kim Ayoung's place before crashing.

I slept in yesterday's clothes, huh.

"Yawn." I stretched as I opened the door. The savory aroma of grilled fish and stew wafted through the air.

In the kitchen, Ayoung was naked except for an apron, stirring something with a ladle. She even had a dog tail plug in her ass, wagging it side to side.

She must've heard the door, but...

Ayoung was humming a tune, still stirring away.

She's pretending not to notice on purpose, hoping I'll come up and grope her.

I gave her exactly what she wanted, grabbing her ass firmly from behind.

"Good morning."

"Eek! You're up? I just finished the hangeover stew with dried pollack. Give me a sec."

"Cute tail."

"Ah, Seoyeon told me this morning. You bought all sorts of stuff. I thought you'd like this one, Master..."

After a pause,

"...Woof!"

"So cute."

I fondled her breasts as I started kissing her.

"Where's Seoyeon? Mmm..."

"She had a mid-term evaluation today, so she headed to the agency, smack."

"Yeah? She'll do great this time."

"Mmm? Smack."

"For real."

I'd planted a suggestion at the restaurant yesterday.

"Phew."

As our lips parted, a string of saliva connected us.

I took a seat at the table for now.

Ayoung ladled the pollack stew into a bowl and set it down.

"Here you go, Master."

Suddenly, my side of the table was laid out with grilled eel, pollack stew, seasoned veggies, and kimchi. There was only one rice bowl—mine.

"Huh? What about your food?"

"I'll have this."

Ayoung untied her apron, grabbed a big bowl like bibimbap, and slipped naturally under the table.

She set the bowl on the floor, got on all fours with her ass up and tail raised, naked as a dog.

"Come under me." I said, pulling out my cock.

"Woof!"

Ayoung crawled over on all fours, shaking her ass as she sniffed my cock under the table.

"I didn't wash yesterday before sleeping, so it's dirty. Clean it spotless."

My dick reeked intensely from going out and crashing without a shower.

Pant pant.

Ayoung sniffed deeply, about to lick—

"Wait."

"Woof! Woof!"

"Good girl. Go ahead and suck." I stroked her head, savoring the pleasant suction as I ate.

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Eel for breakfast?

"Eel? You saying my stamina's lacking or something?"

I prodded her pussy with my toes.

"No! Ahh, I just wanted to help you recharge your energy, Master..."

I scooped up a spoonful of pollack stew and tasted it.

"Kuhhh... So refreshing."

"Phew. Does it suit your taste?"

"Yeah, delicious. You're tasty too."

"Hehe. I'll work hard for you, Master."

Something feels off... like I forgot something?

I checked my phone. A few SNS notifications.

"Ah... school...?"

Do I have to go? Yeah, gotta. Got stuff to investigate.

Friday was a skip day and I met Eunji, weekend with Ayoung and Seoyeon. Too much going on—I'd forgotten Monday lecture.

Lame... Don't wanna go... Skip?

I asked Ayoung, who was deepthroating with her tits pressed against my legs.

"You got a car, right?"

"Yes."

"After I finish eating, drive me to Korea University."

"Sure thing, hehe."

Morning blowjobs are the best.

"Gonna cum. Swallow."

Soon, I blasted a satisfying load down her throat.

Gulp gulp munch munch.

"Phew~ Thanks for the meal, Master. Burp."

"Ugh, smell's coming up. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Next time, pull your face away."

"It's just... there's so much... I'll be careful next time, Master. Hic."

"Ah, you got it on you again. Your fault. Clean it."

"Yes, sorry, Master. I'll practice."

She sucked from base to tip, polishing every drop of leftover cum until my cock gleamed like oiled metal.

Gulp gulp.

"Anyway, where's the car parked?"

"Basement garage."

"I'll shower and change, so finish eating and wait by the car."

"Got it, Master."

To Ayoung about to bury her face in the bibimbap,

"I'm heading out soon, so sit at the table and eat comfortably."

"Thank you."

I went up to my room on the third floor, showered, changed, and came back down.

20 minutes till lecture.

I sent a message.

- Where r u.

- Basement E1, Master.

Down in the building's underground garage, Kim Ayoung waved by the Benz.

"Ooh, nice ride. Want me to drive?"

"Master, you have a license?"

"Got one, but... outside, call me Seongtae."

"Even so, how could I..."

"Call me Seongtae outside. If we run into someone I know, signal with violin. That's an order."

"Yes. Seongtae, will you drive then?"

"Nah, not today. Next time. Got some thinking to do on the way."

Ayoung got in the driver's seat; I took the back.

If Seoyeon were here, I'd get serviced in the back seat... Shame.

My place and Korea University were walkable, but the campus was huge and hilly—lecture was starting anyway, so car it was.

The engine started. Ayoung said,

"We're off."

"Yeah, don't talk till we get there. Need to think."

"Understood."

I closed my eyes, deep in thought.

Drop out?

With the hypnosis app, do I even need school?

I'd always liked studying. Top 2 in high school, great SAT scores got me into Korea U's physics department.

Could've gone pre-med, but physics was my dream—scientist romance. Already published an SCI paper as an undergrad researcher.

The Tamperability and Structure of Higher-Order Interactions in the Human Brain

Simply put: How neurons connect in the brain, exchange info.

What connections make it stable? What breaks it?

Key: Structure and memory traits depend on neuron links.

Cited a few times, but pure theory. No dissections, not even rat brains.

Pure physics theory on brains.

Yeah, just theory...

I wanted brain-AI research in the future. But coin addiction tanked my life—left the lab, ditched PhD plans in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the US.

But how does this app control people?

Pure curiosity hit as I eyed the app.

Brainwash a top neuroscientist?

Grandpa? Ugh, no...

I lit a Marlboro in the car. Learned in military, quit briefly, back at it with coins.

Quit this too? Switch to vape?

Ayoung opened the window at the lighter click.

Exhale... Smoke out the window.

Then, money.

Got 5 mil from Ayoung yesterday, but can't keep that up.

Making cash now? Easy with this. Rob like Ayoung, or hypnotize a corp chairman.

But issues.

Can't hypnotize everyone...

Yeah. Hypnotize a chaebol head? Still need to rope in money handlers secretly.

Can't hoard cash; bank leaves trails.

Worst: NTS.

Unemployed student's spending spikes? NTS sniffs first.

Coins need cashing out—someone'll catch me.

"Fuu..." Smoke out.

Safe laundering... Paper company first.

Don't know how yet—lay low, plan meticulously.

14,000 coins left.

14k coins... 14 people ahead.

Yesterday, dick ruled brain—hypnotized 3 already. Time for caution.

Missions hard from today.

Car stopped. Science building for lecture.

"Se... Seongtae. We're here."

"Thanks."

"No problem. It's only natural."

I opened the door.

"Live normally today."

"Yes. What time's your class end? Pick you up?"

"Nah. Don't know when. I'll handle it."

"Have a good day."

Friend messaged.

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Crowded bustle.

Half strangers, half familiars in the lecture hall. Quick greetings, sat by my friend in the back.

"Yo~ Anaconda~ Made it?"

The guy calling me Anaconda: Jang Seokhyeon, my buddy.

"Ugh, fuck, stop with that."

Sick of it. Anaconda.

Since growing up, everyone—guys, girls, old folks—called me that.

Kid stuff always teased.

Elementary: Bathroom breaks, kids stared, endless mockery.

Racing to class yelling, "Yo, Seongtae's dick is huge!!"

Hide in stalls? Neighbors climbed walls over.

"Seongtae's shitting~ Nah~ Huge dick~"

Yeah. Held it or used staff bathrooms.

Sports sucked. Soccer: Balls swinging, hard to run; wrong hit? Agony. Free kicks too. Quit soccer.

Studied hard instead.

Kids teased? Parents: "You'll grow into it. You'll see."

Mid-high school, sex awakening—got it. Huge dick became pride.

Rumors followed everywhere.

'Seongtae packs a python.'

'Nah, anaconda.'

'Horse cock.'

I tuck right leg usually; pants bulge draws stares walking.

Drinking with friends: Girls whisper "horse cock," glance, sit close, stroke. Enjoyed at first.

Now? Public urinals, whip it out—guys next to me finish fast and bolt. One gay asked for my number.

Tired of attention—wear baggy pants now.

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"Hi, oppa!" A girl sat beside me.

"Hey. Been a while."

"What? Saw you last week."

"Just feels that way."

"Oppa, help with quantum homework later? You're a pro."

Calling me oppa: Junior Lee Jian.

Jian left, Seokhyeon right, me in middle.

"Sure. Help after."

"Really? Thanks! Cafe after lecture?"

"Busy, can't stay long. Or send my solutions."

"Not asking me?" Seokhyeon chimed in.

"You bomb quizzes at 0."

"Just saying. Cafe ok? Am I crashing? Lol."

"Not like that. Come too, oppa."

"Fine. Prof's here."

Female prof entered, stood at podium.

Gov pushing female ratios—national unis hiring women profs. Young female PhDs common.

Prof Kim Haeun checked attendance, started lecture. Freshly tenured, still passionate—tough class.

In English.

"So, today’s lecture is about the time dependent Schrödinger equation. Open Griffiths to page 170."

"Today, time-dependent Schrödinger equation. Griffiths page 170."

Schrödinger's cat

Romantic quantum dreams? Drown in equations.

Wave function Ψ, Hamiltonian, Laplacian, potential energy... Alien to normies.

Prof Kim pointed at ℏ on board.

"Some idiots say 'ha ba.' Dirac's h-bar is 'aitch bar.' 'Ha' is German—'ha k-vair'."

Fuuuck, sleepy...

Hypnosis? Class induces drowsiness.

Drop out?

Phone buzzed—daily and weekly missions. App's got me checking constantly.

Gasp.

Now? 1 in 5 min? Ignore?

Calm. Daily ok to skip.

-3000 on fail? Must do.

Sweat beaded suddenly.

4:45

Weekly skimmed quick.

Unlock what? Locked ability?

Anyway, 7 total, 1/day.

Ok.

Looked around room.

4:35

Who now?

"Now, if wave function is exponential, what result?"

Prof Kim Haeun lecturing?

"Yo, get that? You're quantum god."

Buddy Jang Seokhyeon right?

"Yawn. Sleepy."

Or junior Lee Jian left?

Front/back? Or leave room?

1 min gone. 4 left.

Cold sweat poured.