Disciplining the Arrogant Brat Building Owner (1)

A man in a black suit, the driver, stepped out and opened the back door. Choi Ga-eun and a female lawyer emerged.

The car left them behind to park out of sight.

Choi Ga-eun pulled a cigarette from inside her brown coat and lit up, nagging the woman beside her.

"Ah! This is so annoying. Hoo, do I really have to come myself? Can't you just handle it?"

Suuuup, hoooo.

She blew the smoke straight into the other woman's face.

Oh? She smokes too. Well, I guess that's not surprising.

"I told you, didn't I...? The deed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠is in your name, Miss Ga-eun."

"Ah, I told you not to call me Ga-eun! Fuck, how many times do I have to say it? Call me Olivia. Ol-li-vi-a!"

"I'm sorry, miss. Anyway, Olivia, you need to come in person to sign the contract. I'll handle all the complicated stuff—just stamp where needed. And..."

"I don't know, I don't know! It's a hassle, so you deal with it!"

Olivia? Is that an American name?

I hit Ga-eun with remote hypnosis first.

The circle marking Choi Ga-eun on the map shifted from blue to red.

Done.

"Miss Olivia, shall we head in now?"

The now-hypnotized Choi Ga-eun, called Olivia, stood silently despite the question.

"Dalgeon, check this out. I've got something fun to show you."

"Pardon? Did you already hypnotize her?"

"Yeah."

I opened the voice command menu and spoke.

"Stand still and converse normally, but take off your coat and hand it to the lawyer beside you."

As the command took hold, Ga-eun began unfastening her coat belt and buttons.

"Hey! I'm taking off my coat, so hold it."

"Pardon? In this weather? It's cold, miss!"

"I don't care. I just suddenly want to take it off."

She undid all the buttons. Underneath was gray leggings that hugged her plump ass and clearly showed her panty line, paired with a long black T-shirt. Her massive tits looked ready to burst through the fabric.

Dalgeon couldn't hide his admiration as he stared.

"Whoa, Master Seongtae. You commanded that from here?"

"Yeah. You're seeing a lot of wild shit today, huh?"

"Yes, kekeke. But that bitch looks like a total slut, and her ass and tits are insane."

"Right?"

Guess she worked out hard in America. But red heels with leggings? Never seen that combo. Heading to Pilates after?

"Here! Take the coat. Ahh, so cold."

She tossed the coat to the lawyer and shivered.

"Miss, why? Just keep it on. Or go inside and take it off there."

"I don't know. It's cold, but I want the coat off. Let's go now."

The stand-still command kept her rooted in place.

"Huh? My body won't move!"

"Please stop joking around, miss. We really need to go."

"You think I'm joking? Fuck, I really can't move!"

Time for something bolder?

"For real? Master Seongtae? What if the dashcam catches it all?"

"So what? No one knows it's me. To others, it's just some crazy bitch stripping."

"Fair point."

She immediately lifted her arms and pulled off the black T-shirt.

"Kyaaah! What the hell! My body's moving on its own!"

Ga-eun stared in shock at losing control of her body.

"Wh-what! Oh my! Miss! What are you doing?!"

"I don't know!!! My body's moving by itself!! Hwaaaang, Mom!"

Ga-eun cried as she stripped off the T-shirt.

Whoosh.

Now only a black bra remained.

Rose tattoo on her arm. Piercing on her belly too.

Ga-eun's figure was perfectly summed up by Dalgeon's brief comment.

"Whoa, check out those tits on that bitch."

Come to think of it, a large round silver hoop earring hid behind her blonde hair.

I eyed her heaving tits and belly.

She looks like a wild one, but no uterus tattoo.

Suddenly, I fantasized about tattooing a lewd uterus mark on Jian's pure white belly—pure corruption, impossible to erase.

Just the thought sent a conquering thrill to my cock tip.

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Meanwhile, Ga-eun panicked, sobbing and covering her chest with her hands.

"Sob sob, Sukja! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠My body won't listen!"

Sukja? That's the lawyer's name? Looks Dalgeon's age, but super old-fashioned.

"Aigoo! Miss! What's going on?! Seriously!"

Panicking, Sukja tried to drape the coat back over her.

She grabbed Ga-eun's arm to drag her away, but Ga-eun resisted fiercely and stayed put.

I could command her to strip in public because no blue circles—people—were nearby on the map.

But crowds would gather soon, so new command.

Ga-eun's face flushed beet red as she snapped in a shrill voice.

"Hey! Give me my clothes! Hurry!"

"Pardon? Here! Put them on quick! Miss, get a grip! Please, haaa..."

She hurriedly dressed, then said,

"You fucking bitch! You should've covered me with the coat faster!"

She slapped Sukja—clearly old enough to be her aunt.

Slaaaap!

Sukja blinked in stunned silence, a handprint blooming on her cheek.

Olivia, huh? My mesugaki miss needs some proper etiquette training.

I remote-hypnotized Sukja too.

Remote hypnosis without approaching is convenient.

"Shall we get out of the car now?"

"Pardon? Now? Understood."

"Why? Don't want to?"

"No. Watching this feels like a morning drama. Real chaebol brats have no fear—slapping her lawyer?"

"Anyway, let's go. Both are hypnotized now."

I got out and approached Ga-eun.

"Hey, Ga-eun! Or should I say Olivia?"

Her eyes still red-rimmed, Ga-eun snapped at me.

"Hey my ass! What the fuck, you. How do you know my name?"

"Had a great show. Your tits are huge."

"Wha-wha-what?! That's sexual harassment!!! You know that?! Hey!! Did you hear? This fucker just peeped."

Ga-eun grabbed Sukja's shoulders and shook her wildly, messing up her hair.

But Sukja, with no commands, was just a doll.

"Sukja? Why aren't you responding? Because I slapped you? Snap out of it!"

"You shut your mouth and stand still too."

"Yes, understood."

Now both stood like dolls.

I couldn't resist and grabbed those tits I'd been dying to touch.

Squuuish.

My hands are big, but her breasts overflowed.

"Answer. What cup size?"

"G-cup."

Insane.

Squish squish.

After dealing with stuffy guys like lawyers, accountants, and branch managers all morning, kneading these massive tits melted my stress.

Tits are what make a woman, huh? But rationally, I pulled my hands away.

Dalgeon poked Sukja's cheek. Her name sounded grandma-level old-fashioned, but she was quite the beauty.

"Heh heh, she really won't budge. Amazing. So I'm under this hypnosis too, right, Master Seongtae?"

"Yeah. Completely."

"Honestly, I still can't wrap my head around it. Serving you is my reason for living, though..."

"Kekeke, yeah? So, what'd you say about Sia?"

"Pardon? Sia? You mean Master Seongtae's dedicated onahole, right? Hard to believe she was my fiancée."

"Huh? 'Was'? No! Marry her as planned. Hassle if problems arise."

"Pardon? Me and an onahole? Understood. I'll marry Master Seongtae's onahole as ordered."

"Oh right, when's the wedding?"

"Ours? Less than a month left."

"Exactly when?"

"Three weeks from now, Saturday lunch at Grand Hall in Gangnam."

"Cool. I'll drop by to celebrate."

"Really? The family's honor. Master Seongtae. A shame marrying an onahole, but thrilled you'll attend—we'll prepare hard."

"Do that. Sia must be busy then?"

"Said she's meeting friends after work today to hand out invites."

"Yeah? Wanna use Sia's pussy again."

"Call her now?"

I poked the blankly standing Ga-eun's cheeks.

"Nah, got this one."

"Then no need for the restaurant?"

"Right! Straight to the building."

"Master Seongtae, the driver too?"

"No."

Coins were precious. No need to tell Dalgeon about limits.

"Yes. What about these two?"

"Good question."

This time, shatter her mind completely.

"You two, follow me."

The women obeyed quietly.

All four of us piled into the car. I put Sukja in the passenger seat and sat with Ga-eun.

"Dalgeon, for five minutes, ignore my words and just drive."

Didn't want him hearing the suggestions.

First, I implanted in Ga-eun. I'd thought it up waiting in the car. Results TBD.

"Everything I, Han Seongtae, say or do—you'll respond with the complete opposite of your true feelings. Your words and actions are just inevitable results of obeying me, nothing weird. Plus, you somehow quickly submit to my unreasonable demands and orders."

Ga-eun repeated the suggestion.

"However, obey anything I call a command."

Start with this?

I made Sukja a simple puppet obeying basic orders.

"Both of you, when I clap, remember the suggestions and snap to awareness."

Clap!

"Hey? Ga-eun?"

Ga-eun greeted sweetly.

"Hello. I know exactly where this is, and whoever you are, nice to meet you. Thrilled you know my name."

(Hello my ass, fuck! Where the hell am I? And who the fuck are you to know my name? Pisses me off. What the hell's wrong with my mouth?!)

"I'm Han Seongtae. Call me Master Seongtae casually."

"Yes, Master Seongtae. And please don't call me Choi Ga-eun—Olivia would be awful."

(Master Seongtae my ass, fuck! Ugh, wanna puke. If you're calling, make it Ga-eun, not Olivia.)

"Shut your mouth until I say otherwise."

Ga-eun retorted,

"Why should I shut up? No way."

But her mouth clamped shut anyway.

This is fun.

To Sukja,

"Call the driver and tell him to go ahead without us."

She pulled out her phone and dialed.

"Driver Kim, don't worry about us—head back first."

The voice on the other end seemed to ask if she was sure.

"Yes, just go."

I advised from beside her.

"Say we're riding with the contract guy to the building, so no worries—he'll head back."

She repeated it verbatim.

After hanging up, she said,

"Driver's gone."

"Then shut your mouth and stay still."

She turned to stone. Five minutes up, Dalgeon spoke.

"About 30 minutes, Master Seongtae."

"Then Ga-eun! Strip from the top first."

"Yes, understood. I'll strip everything. You're such an amazing person."

(What the fuck is this psycho saying? Why the hell am I stripping? This is insane?!)

She had no choice but to strip.

Coat, T-shirt, bra—all off.

First in view: those voluptuous G-cups.

"Fucking insane. Those tits..."

I kneaded them ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with both hands. The overwhelming flesh made my cock hard just from touching.

"How's it feel right now?"

"Ha-ut, feels so good! Grope my tits all you want."

(Ah, fuuuuck! I hate it so much! Don't touch my tits however you want!!)