Hunting for the Future Sex Building (Part 2)
“Master, time to wake up. Lick lick.”
“Oppa! Get up already. Slurp slurp.”
I woke from a short but deep sleep to find two women competing over my cock, sucking it eagerly. Haeun was giving me a paizuri with her big tits, flashing a triumphant smile like she'd won.
They must've been teasing me nonstop while I slept—my dick was rock-hard, pitching a morning tent. A glance out the car window showed we were in an empty underground parking lot.
The moment I stirred, Jian bossed Haeun around like she was showing off.
“Haeun, hands.”
It was like commanding a dog, but Haeun had no choice—she gently cupped her hands together.
“Yeah, good girl, listen to Jian... yawn.”
“Jian, pull back a bit. Time for my throat pussy onahole to do its job.”
“I... I can do it too, though??” Haeun whined.
Jian, loving the onahole treatment, stuck her tongue out at Haeun and savored her victory.
“So... oppa... you're not gonna fuck my pussy today?”
I flicked on the rotor remote.
“Didn't I say no fucking today?”
“Haaang! Got it. I'll suck you off then, oppa. Aaaah.”
Jian opened wide and enveloped me with her throat pussy.
“Make me cum quick so we can go.”
“Mmph.”
I grabbed Jian's neat hair and ruthlessly fucked her face.
How long had it been? I seized her head and unloaded.
Pssshhhgrrrgh.
Like a pro, Jian kept a mouthful of cum, opened wide to show it off, then swallowed.
Gulp.
She didn't leave a drop for Haeun.
“So tasty, oppa... so fucking good... I wanna eat it forever!”
Then, just like Seoyeon taught her, she automatically spat out the closing line—like a tape recorder playing.
“Thank you for using me. I ate well.”
“Clean up quick, then let's go see the building.”
They competed again, vacuuming every trace of cum off my dick without mercy.
We tidied up, got out of the car, and arrived at Happiness Real Estate.
“Welcome! Happiness Real Estate.” The older boss greeted us.
“I'm Han Seongtae, the one who called this morning. Can we see the property now?”
The boss eyed us up and down before asking,
“You mentioned Bangbae-dong... Your voice sounded young on the phone, but...”
“Don't worry about the money. And the woman next to me? She's young, but she's a professor.”
Haeun bowed politely.
“Hello. I'm Kim Haeun, professor at Korea University.”
“Ah, yes, of course... Not what I meant. Anyway, hop in my car—let's go.”
We piled into his big SUV and headed out.
The whole ride, he kept glancing at us in the rearview, doubting if we could afford it.
“You know government loan regs make buying buildings tough these days? Rates are up too...”
“Yeah, we're aware~”
“You from some chaebol family or something?”
“Even if I said yes, you wouldn't believe me, right?”
“Fair enough.”
Jian clung to my arm.
The realtor started chatting with Haeun up front. I popped in my earbuds as a signal I was done talking and sank into thought.
Truth is, having the hypnosis app doesn't make me invincible.
Our government's systems aren't that flimsy. No matter how many people I hypnotize—say 18—there's stuff even I can't change alone.
This world is packed with smarter, more connected people than me.
Even as a hypnosis app user, I'm still just Han Seongtae: one ordinary human.
Get shot, and red blood flows till I die.
So if I hypnotized the president right now, sharp minds would notice something off, suspect brainwashing tech, and plan countermeasures.
A guy like me? National Intelligence could send grunts to assassinate me on the cheap—no army needed.
That's why I need to conserve coins. And plan carefully.
I'm not just gonna collect girls and coast on this power...
No need to go far—even tax evasion or getting detained, phone confiscated, leaves app-less me helpless.
So for now, stay low, operate in the shadows.
But snatching a building from one landlord via hypnosis? That's doable...
The car stopped.
“We're here.”
First building: five stories tall.
I'd avoided skyscrapers for risk reasons. Bigger buildings mean tangled tenant ties—harder to control.
I wanted every floor filled with my hypnotized people.
Bangbae-dong? Close to Seoyeon's agency—probably near a broadcast station.
One floor for her idol dorm and practice room, others for my company offices. Slave housing too.
“Sale price around 4 billion. Land 100 pyeong, total floor area 250 pyeong.”
4 billion... A salaryman couldn't save that in a lifetime.
But to me? Peanuts compared to future earnings.
Land ~4 million per pyeong, building ~1.6 million...
One pyeong is 3.3 sqm, so land ~13 million per sqm?
The realtor stuck to Haeun, explaining. I ignored them and toured.
Office spaces: empty. I'd picked ones with vacancies. A bit dated.
“Man, this is empty.”
Ceiling exposed: ducted AC, messy wires, big pipes. Once a company office, now just cold.
I flicked on the lights. Dust greeted us.
Pick this, and it'll need major remodeling.
But vacancies meant quick move-in for some floors.
Jian, touring beside me, asked,
“Oppa, money aside—what's this for?”
“Mm... Company offices.”
I pointed upstairs.
“Upper and lower for Seoyeon's dorm too.”
“You living here too?”
“Gotta see. Not thrilled for living, though.”
My old place was roach-infested...
I asked the realtor, chatting with the professor,
“Landlord live here?”
“Yes, fifth floor.” Curt reply.
“What're they like?”
“Elderly. Just retiring here.”
Fifth floor too much now—no elevator.
I looked around more. Decent size, slightly under market.
Plus, near Seoyeon's agency.
Evening, hard to check sunlight, but south-facing—fine.
“Next building?”
“Yeah.”
Soon, second one: elevator, underground parking.
Now we're talking...
7 billion. Land ~120 pyeong, building 600 pyeong.
Land ~60 million per pyeong, building 12 million...
~100 pyeong per floor—spacious. But academies everywhere.
“Oppa, way bigger than the last. Right?”
“Yeah, nice and roomy.”
Kids' cars out front.
Gotta evict 'em all...
Even hypnotized, grace periods mean delays. Commercial building—no live-in landlord.
First was move-in ready; this needs time, legal hurdles.
Last: 6 billion. Similar per-pyeong. Elevator, parking.
Sleek new build—best exterior.
Inside spotless.
Perfect for idol dorm/practice at a glance.
But... too road-facing. Frequent visits? Noisy. First floor: cafe, convenience store.
“Oppa, great view here.”
Top floor empty—prime living. Night view pretty from up there.
“Yeah, could live here.”
“I like this one, oppa.”
“Only seen three.”
Sixth floor window: sky fully dark.
“Call it today? Head home?”
“Yeah, oppa.”
“Haeun! Let's go home.”
After three buildings, back to the agency. Got some info from the realtor.
Soon hypnotize a real estate lawyer, tax guy, accountant...
Check debts, tenants, form a corp...
Lots to handle.
And the landlords...
I brushed off his suspicion with a “Saw everything, thanks,” and we hopped in Haeun's car.
“Jian's place nearby—drop her first, then mine.”
“Oppa, you planning to sleep with Haeun tonight??”
“Sending her home too—no jealousy, Jian.”
“Okay, oppa. I trust you.”
“Jian, before you go—do that thing.”
“Huh? Out we go~”
“Yes, Jian. Heading out.”
Nav set, to Jian's.
“Jian, of today's buildings—which best?”
“Mm... Third? Cleanest appealed.”
“Haeun?”
“Second for me. Bigger's better, they say.”
“Me...?”
We chatted till her place.
She'd had the rotor in since the cafe, me teasing nonstop—Jian was hypersensitive, on edge.
One touch, and moans leaked, but no climax.
“Masturbate thinking of me tonight, Jian.”
Handed her the remote.
“You're really sending me like this? I'm dying to hold it back... oppa...”
“Why?”
Played dumb.
“Ugh, forget it. Just... okay... bye, oppa—no, Master! See you tomorrow!”
“Yeah, bye!”
Before getting out, she said,
“Haeun, no touching oppa! Or else... see you at school!”
“Yes, Jian. Goodbye.”
Jian out, I lit a smoke.
Fuu...
“Opening the window.”
Smoke out the open window. Haeun added,
“Master, you smoke? First I've seen today.”
“Just clinging to the last scraps. Quitting soon.”
“Can't relate.”
“Not asking you to.”
“Heading home then.”
“Yeah.”
Silent ride, lost in thought, till my place.
“Master, here already. You live here..?”
“What, too shabby?”
“No, thought with the building talk, you'd be some chaebol heir...”
Obvious officetel.
Of course, Haeun doesn't know she's hypnotized.
“Thanks for driving, Haeun.”
“No problem, Master.”
“Where do you live?”
“Thought near campus, but students kinda awkward. Bit farther.”
“Alone?”
She turned from the driver's seat.
“Yes!! All alone♡, Master.”
“Visit next time. Prep well.”
“Prep how?”
“You know.”
“Got it. Cosplay maybe? Like nurse...?”
“Cosplay? Sure. Try next time. Oh, and wax.”
“Yes, waxing too.”
“Good. See you. Looking forward to that dildo lecture.”
“Yesss. Goodnight, Master.”
Out of the car, home, door open.
Seoyeon rushed from the living room in maid outfit—adult shop buy, tits exposed through holes.
She flattened prone like morning-trained.
“Welcome home, Master?”
“Back. Tired today, Seoyeon... Just shower and sleep.”
“Can't be helped, Master. But I had a dildo in all day—felt like being with you. It's fine.”
“Ew, stinks. Take it out. Wanna bath together? Where's Ayoung?”
“Mom? Thought she went to pick you up?”
“Came in another car.”
“Huh?”
Dialed Ayoung quick.
No answer. Weird...
“Where's Ayoung usually go?”
“She loves walks. Me too, with Master...”
“Wait. Walk? Oh... no way?!”
One thought flashed.
Bitch walk.