Hypnosis Released
Was it like the difference in how sensitive the head gets before and after circumcision? Could using the Stamina Agent versus going without it really swing the sensation this far?
I slid a hand under Kim Yuna's arm, hauled her up, and made her grip the sink and push her ass out. Then I wedged my cock between her cheeks.
"It's the last one, so hold on a little."
"...Nnh..."
Schlick— Rubbing myself along the cleft, I could feel the difference at once between having taken the stimulant and not. My cock had gone a little softer, a little more sensitive. A subtle change, but the pleasure riding that subtlety was no joke. I smeared body wash over her breasts and slowly pushed into the pussy that kept fluttering open.
"Hrgh..."
The groan tore out of me on its own. Even so, I could still move.
Schlick— schlick—
How many slow strokes had that been—only a few—when, mid-thrust, my hips gave an ugly little shudder and I came.
"...?"
At first I couldn't even tell what had happened. Only after I saw my cock shriveled and the semen pooled in the tip of the condom did I understand that I'd finished.
Fuck. Was that premature?
Think it through, though, and it made sense. If I'd never used the Stamina Agent at all, maybe not—but I'd already used it several times. I'd been moving as if the agent were still in me, and I'd simply misjudged when my original body would give out. Yeah. That had to be it.
"Ahem... let's wash."
I quietly took the showerhead I'd hung on the wall and sprayed water over Kim Yuna's body. Those eyes, though. They looked like they were laughing at me, and I didn't like it. Skipping the shower puff, I squeezed body wash straight onto her pubic hair, worked up a lather, and smeared it over her. Kim Yuna's brows drew together by a fraction... so what. What was she going to do about it?
"Hold still. Washing someone else is a first for me too."
I got fully dressed and pulled my cap down low. The condom box that had been rolling around beside the bed, the condoms bundled into the black bag I'd brought the alcohol in—I gathered every one of them and stuffed them inside. After making sure the count really was sixteen, I collected the empty cans as well.
...Was that everything?
It looked tidy enough. Aside from Kim Yuna's clothes, nothing of mine was left on the floor.
I opened the fridge and took out the alcohol. Soju and canned beer, still cold. A bit of a waste of money, but what could I do. Stick to the plan. I left a single can of beer and dumped the rest down the toilet. The last can I poured into Kim Yuna's mouth, parting her lips just slightly where she sat on the bed.
Glug—
I hadn't even told her to drink, and still she swallowed it down gulp after gulp. I shook in every last drop, then brought my nose to her mouth.
Sniff—
From a mouth that had smelled only of mint, a sharp barley reek rose up. She seemed to come to in that moment, flinching and drawing back—but I'd already caught all of it.
"Yeesh. You'd better live with that mouth shut. You brushed, and this is what I get?"
"...You... bastard..."
"Sex Instruction's over, and out comes the real you."
She was glaring up at me, so I glared back with everything I had. Get the lust handled, and suddenly she was just cute. I sent the cans and empty bottles rolling every which way across the floor and laid Kim Yuna neatly down on the bed.
"Go the hell to sleep."
She quietly closed her eyes.
I looked around the motel room, feeling light. Empty soju bottles and beer cans strewn over the floor; Kim Yuna lying straight on her back under the blanket. Cleaned up well enough. Handled well enough. Even if something went wrong, I had insurance—plenty of it already up on the gallery....
Click—
Shaking the bag of condoms and empty stimulant cans, I left the room.
A pitch-black night.
I walked up to the bins beneath a lit streetlamp. I'd already thrown the used condoms into ordinary trash on the way here, so all that remained in the bag were empty cans.
Clatter—!
With this, the operation was truly over. I dumped every can into the can bin, tossed the leftover plastic bag into the plastics, and dusted off my hands.
"Nnngh—ah..."
I threw both arms to the sky and stretched. The Milky Way was glittering overhead.
"Fuck... this is the life..."
Kim Yuna's face came to mind, and the corner of my mouth lifted on its own. I'd had sex with a woman whose looks I normally couldn't even meet eyes with. Not once or twice—sixteen whole times.
Click—
The moment I stepped inside, what hit me was a dank reek of mildew. I threw the window open at once. It was past bearing. The exact opposite of a woman's scent, the kind that left you dizzy just from breathing it in: laundry left to sour, a bachelor's stink. A smell I'd lived inside my whole life, and tonight it felt strange.
...So this is the kind of place I've been living.
Have sex once, and even the way you see things feels different. No—it was different. I'd held a woman, breathed a woman in. Tonight had been less making love than a one-sided give-and-take, but from the next time on, it would change. Had I never learned a world like this existed, that would be one thing. But I had learned it, and I didn't think I could stop until I'd seen the very end of it.
I sprawled like a starfish on the blanket tossed over the floor. Smiling loosely, I closed my eyes. Why was I smiling. Why was it funny.
...Why else.
Because today was only the beginning. Tomorrow or the day after—until the day I died, my hypnosis items weren't going anywhere.
It was a night when Chio, already gone, didn't even cross my mind. When that blessing had come down earlier, the god must have taken it along. Someday we'd meet again.
Riiing—!!!
"Mmm..."
At the noisy ring of the phone, Kim Yuna blinked and slowly pushed herself up from the bed. The sound was coming from the landline beside it. She buried her face in the pillow, meaning to sleep more.
Huh? A landline?
Click—
"Checking out? What the hell are you talking about."
"...Huh? Here? Did I come to a motel?"
Kim Yuna dropped her head. Her skull throbbed dully, as if she'd sucked in a lungful of dust. It felt as though her memory had been ripped out by the roots. And that wasn't all. Her lower belly was already aching so badly it frightened her. Anyone looking would have thought she'd been gang-raped and dumped.
"Midnight?"
"..."
Checkout by midnight—what was that supposed to mean...?
Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and glanced around the bed. A cardigan and underwear strewn on the floor, bottles rolling around, the smell of alcohol rising off her mouth, and from under the blanket a musty chestnut-blossom reek—the smell of semen....
Did I really come to a motel with a man? The mind that had been half asleep grew clearer by degrees.
"Crazy bitch..."
"No. What time do I have to check out?"
"Okay. Got it."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it."
Click—
Sighing, she set the phone back in its cradle, swept her bangs aside, and perched on the edge of the bed. Judging by the bruises on her breasts and the raw sting in her ass and her pussy, it was plain enough she'd been used long and hard in this room.
With who? Why? When? How?
She had no idea why her smartphone was lying on the floor in front of the bathroom, but she checked the time at once.
I'm fucked.
Blood rushed to her head in a dizzy spin.
This isn't a dream, is it?
"Agh!"
She clenched her fists, shaking, then flopped backward onto the bed. One hand dragged down her face. She'd come to a motel because she wanted sex? Fine—she had held out a long time. The heat, she understood completely. It was true she'd endured. Weeks without sex; she'd figured a day like this would come eventually. Hadn't she been hunting for men to contact just the day before yesterday?
"But... why did it have to be today. How out of my mind was I, to pick a weekday of all things!"
On the verge of tears, she turned the smartphone back on. A friend had called fairly early and gotten no answer. Not picking up meant she'd already been drunk even before that early hour.
Started drinking ridiculously early....
Aside from that, her part-time boss had been in touch as well. She squeezed her eyes shut. She'd been planning to quit the job soon anyway, so she didn't care one bit—but the morning class she'd missed was a problem.
"Ah... I'm so fucked, for real."
At university, an absence went straight into your grade. Hoping she might have attended and simply forgotten, she checked the attendance page on the school site—but sure enough, she'd been marked absent.
"I'm seriously fucked..."
Hope collapsed. She shut her eyes tight again.
"Crazy bitch! Crazy bitch! You absolute slut!"
What had she been thinking, coming to a motel before it was even noon? Unless she'd actually been out of her mind on something... She clutched her head and mussed her short hair. She tried to drag the memories up any way she could, but not even a speck came back. The furthest she got was that morning, going to a café for coffee. Had she done it with the café owner?
"That, I could understand."
She laid a forearm across her forehead and panted, then sat up on the bed with bloodshot eyes. Wash first, and sort the situation out slowly while she did—that was the idea. But the woman who'd gotten up so boldly couldn't manage more than a few steps before she staggered and caught herself on the wall.
"Urgh..."
I can't even walk properly? How many times was it? Was it... not just one person?
She clenched her anus once, and the fact that it tightened properly brought a small relief.
"...This is not the kind of thing I should be relieved about."
Bracing against the wall, she kept moving toward the bathroom.
"Unbelievable. How shitty do your manners have to be to leave someone like this and vanish without a trace."
But she couldn't call the man's face to mind either. Back when the stress of retaking the entrance exams had been piled sky-high, one-night stands like this hadn't been a once-or-twice thing, so she let it go as just another of those.
"Ugh... it aches."
Kim Yuna went into the bathroom and closed the door.