If You've Bought a Hypnosis App, It's Only Natural to Test It on Your Childhood Friend First, Right?

--Three Days Before the Prologue--

A lazy 3 p.m. in autumn, with the warm sunlight pouring down outside contrasting sharply against the darkened bedroom where curtains were drawn tight. Next to a sleeping man on the bed, his phone glowed brightly.

Yawn.

Stretching as I woke up, my name is Han Seongtae. Self-proclaimed coin trader—or, to put it another way, unemployed college student.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I checked my phone. It was a text from last night before bed: my Bitcoin long position had been liquidated. For anyone into coins, this is the number one message you never want to see...

"Ah, fuck, liquidated first thing in the morning. Should've set a stop loss..."

There ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were other texts too.

Ads and debt collection texts... Scrolling down, one caught my eye.

"Hypnosis app? Who the hell believes in that shit? Fucking idiots."

Still, curiosity got the better of me, and I tapped it.

Probably spam that fucks up your phone if you click the link. As I stared at the text, my phone rang. It was Kim Ayoung, the landlady of my officetel.

I picked up.

Fuck. Yeah. That's right. I took out bank loans to dive into coin trading, but endless downtrends from rising interest rates wiped me out. Couldn't even pay rent—my life's fucked.

Woke up to a liquidated position, rent collection call... what a shitty day. The call screen faded, and the app ad popped back up. On a whim, I thought, My life's already fucked as a total NEET—might as well click it? Tapped the link. Black screen for a sec, then surprisingly normal page loaded.

This so-called Dalkdak ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Web is like the internet's black market—needs special access or software. Probably only via that link. Idly scrolling, I spotted this.

Of course. 'Last chance' my ass—it's just begging for money. Phishing scam. Dalkdak Web often uses crypto to avoid cash issues, even for semi-legal shit. Smells too scammy... But then I thought,

It's all gonna get liquidated anyway. 1000 Ripple won't end my life...

What if comic-book shit actually happens to me? Bills piled on my desk cornered my psyche—rational thinking? Gone.

"Isekai protagonists get hit by trucks—this is nothing. Let's do it."

Blacked out and sent the remaining Ripple from Binance to the Dalkdak address. [Address: rep123..., Tag: 113...]

I'm insane... But I hit send like I was compelled. Psychologically backed into a corner. Payment done, a legit-looking screen appeared, and the app started installing.

Gonna get scammed and bricked? But the app was there on my home screen for real.

App name: Coinmind. Opened it—three big buttons: <Start Hypnosis>, <Management>, <Controls & Warnings>.

First, a popup took over the screen.

Tapped OK. <Below are the app's controls.>

Closed it, and this popped up.

From the explanation, you show the activated screen to the target—so no instant billionaire by hypnotizing the world's richest. Can't meet them anyway.

"Explanation seems legit? Gotta test if it works."

Who to test first?

First thought: Landlady Kim Ayoung who just called. If real, rent solved—but if fake? Labeled weirdo and evicted on spot. Need easy test subject.

Next: Childhood friend and same uni classmate, Kim Eunji.

Kim Eunji, 24. One of my few girl friends. Black bob hair, sharp cat-like eyes, pretty face.

Eunji: Childhood friend, Korea Uni Media & Info major, dreams of journalism. Lively personality.

Tsundere—grumbles but sweet, never skips club or dept events. Total social butterfly.

Call her for a test.

Clock: just past 4. Bit of time. Shower first.

Hot shower soaking my hair, I have an utterly average Korean guy face. 183cm tall, but sedentary coin-trading life gave me a slight gut—still kinda toned.

Most striking: my lower half, a monstrous 30cm cock hanging imposingly.

But no real use for it... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Yeah. Not much girl experience. Average looks—only one CC hookup with an older girl freshman year. Post-military, skipped dept life.

Jumped on the coin hype tail-end yelling "Full loan gazua!" and got wrecked.

Rubbing my belly, No more chicken for a while. Gray hoodie, jeans, black canvas shoes—off to Korea Uni cafe.

--Korea Uni Front Cafe--

Already chilly. Summer gone quick. Ordered hot Americano at kiosk, sat down.

Soon, through the window: Eunji approaching in white blouse, black mini skirt, beige trench coat.

Ding-a-ling.

Door opens, she orders caramel frappuccino at kiosk, scans for me. I wave from the table.

Up close, lavender scent hits. She grumbles,

"Hey, you look like shit fresh out bed?"

"Meeting you at school—what, dress up? At least showered."

"Yeah right. Got classes off today?"

"Yeah, Friday off. Jealous. Same age, you're senior, I'm still sophomore."

"Busy job hunting. You got time."

"Oppa busy with majors."

"Who're you oppa? Lololol."

How to show app naturally? Fail gracefully... Chatting, time passes. She slurps frappuccino with paper straw.

"Who invented paper straws? Ugh~~~ Craving lamb skewers. Hey! Friday night—Tsingtao? So stressed."

"Cool! Why? Prof Im Hyun again with ton of assignments?"

Perfect. Booze loosens up—easy to flash phone.

"OK. Huachen Lamb Skewers! Tasty spot." We stood.

Out cafe, to Huachen. Sat, menu out—Chinese text nearby proves it's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠legit.

Hwachinese-run lamb spots are always fire.

Red interior, high chair backs block views. Corner spot for app test.

Server hands menus:

"Welcome. Corner's away from AC—not cool. Other seat?"

"Nah, cozy here."

"Order?"

"Two lamb sets, two Tsingtaos. You want somac?" Eunji checks menu.

"Hite pitcher please, in somac glass."

"Step back, lighting grill~." Wait, skewers arrive. Skewer on hot coals, tray. Eunji starts:

"Prof Im Hyun's insane this time? Tons of work, midterms brutal..."

Im Hyun: New hire, hot young prof. Postdoc US M-U, still hungry—tough tests, stingy grades. Famous already.

Not my major, but heard guys audited for her face, bombed, retook.

"...Only elective left is hers—fucked. No past papers. B+ lucky?"

"New profs strict. You saying B+ means rough."

Crack cold Tsingtao on condensation beads, pour Hite, golden ratio, hand over.

"Cheers~" Clink, gulp cold somac.

"Ahh~ That's it~"

Bite well-grilled lamb, ask:

"Busy lately? No dating?"

"Me? Job hunt no time. You? 'Student' my ass—NEET. Lol."

"Busy with majors!"

"Still hung up on that sunbae? Lol."

"Agh fuck, why bring her up? Food good. Yeontae wine?"

"Boss, Yeontae too!"

"Yeontae out~ Tomato egg stir-fry service."

"Thanks."

Couple glasses down, bottles pile. Fiddle phone, idea hits.

Pretend old pics from uni entrance—flash app screen.

"Hey, old pic—remember? Lol."

"When? Time flies. Grad soon."

"This too lol. Wait—" Open hypnosis app, hit start, show screen.

Eunji's eyes glaze—looks tipsy to others.

Confirmed, but is she drunk? Wave hand—no reaction.

What to test?

"Eunji, hand here?" Extend palm by phone screen—she places gently.

Body control? Or booze? Try harder.

"Eunji, take off trench, unbutton blouse 5, flip open, rebutton?"

"OK."

Calmly complies: coat aside, exactly 5 buttons undone/redone. High backs hide us.

This real? Careful me: one more. Something sober Eunji never.

Lean whisper:

"Eunji, sit beside, remove panties, flash me quick, bag 'em?"

If fake, slapped even as friend. She hesitates, sits beside. Corner high-back, no CCTV.

Thinks Show Seongtae my panties—lifts legs, slides off, holds black lace wide for me, bags like foundation. Blush creeps.

Crazy. Flashed in crowded shop. Black lace panties. App's real. Heart pounds. Adrenaline—cock twitches. Test done, wanna take her home.

"Eunji, pretend drunk, lean on me, let me walk you home."

"...Yeah." Nods.

Act natural, stand:

"Eunji OK? Drunk. Home time. Boss~ Bill please~"

Support her up, pay at counter.

Out door: "Whoa, girlfriend hammered. Careful home~ Single dude."

"Not girlfriend~"

But maybe soon?