The Hypnosis Was Real
As a child, I lost my parents on what should have been a joyful family vacation.
I was in the same car as them, so I don't remember it clearly. I hadn't even started elementary school yet, so maybe it's only natural that I don't.
Just when I thought I was doomed to live an unlucky life, fate had granted me one very special gift.
It was the Blessing of Noble Benefactors.
For an orphan like me, it was something beyond precious.
He said he'd been my father's old friend.
"Let's do our best together from here on. Legally, you'd have to change your surname... but as far as my household is concerned, you're welcome to stay a 'Seo' for as long as you like."
"...Yes, sir."
Thanks to his consideration, I was able to go on living as Seo Geonwoo instead of becoming Ha Geonwoo.
Ha Seonwoo, who had legally become my father — my first benefactor, in other words — was a gentle, warm-hearted man. The man I called "Uncle" had the wealth to grant my every need, and he never hesitated to spend it on me. He was also patient enough to wait me out whenever I made a serious mistake. Not that I ever committed any major sins, since I was living under his roof.
Right.
Even if he caught me doing this, he'd probably wait patiently until I said, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I'll never do it again."
'...He would wait, right...?'
"...Right?"
Slurp. Slurp. "Hm? What is it?"
"Oh — nothing. Keep going."
"Mm. Mmph. Slurp."
I was getting a blowjob from Ha Yeonsoo — family now, but also my childhood friend.
How did such a beauty come to this?
With a rotor still buzzing inside her pussy,
kneeling at my feet like a dog on a leash,
if you asked me how I made her lick my cock with an expression like she was about to die from how delicious it was —
I'd tell you about this app.
Please Work Hypnosis App
The name alone tanks its credibility into the ground, but it actually works.
That insufferable Yeonsoo turns into a perverted little submissive pet every time I open this hypnosis app. How could I possibly doubt it?
Right.
Until the day I first used this app a week ago, I'd been extremely skeptical.
But what can you do when it turns out to be real?
"Hey."
"What."
"You not going out?"
Yeonsoo had colonized my bed, same as any other day. She doesn't wear underwear when she's home. So when she lies on her stomach on my pillow watching YouTube like that, her generous side-boob comes right into view. If it weren't for that, I'd have kicked her out on the spot — but she unknowingly gives me such a nice show that I usually just let her be.
"Just one more video~"
"What are you watching?"
Keeping the conversation going like this lets me look at her freely. As long as she doesn't turn around, I can bask in this slice of heaven indefinitely.
"It's called Delinquent Love — a dating show where ex-delinquents compete, and apparently none of the cast has ever caused a controversy. Heheh. They think they're the only real delinquents, and everyone else is just playing at it."
"Right. I can see why you'd think that."
"Excuse me?"
Shit.
She turned around.
Don't get up. Please, don't get up.
Because if she pushed herself up, that beautiful side-boob would vanish from sight.
Though, I'll admit, glimpsing her small, cute nipple pointing my way is a pretty fun consolation prize.
"You wanna die?"
Yeonsoo threatened me with a balled-up little fist. If you asked whether she'd been a proper delinquent, I'd have to say it was ambiguous. She always dyed her hair, painted her nails in every color of the rainbow, wore her skirt short enough to show the underside of her butt, and cinched her uniform cardigan so tight her waistline showed. There were always people clustered around her, and those people's hairstyles were indeed flamboyant. She also made me run to buy her bread, and borrowed my gel pens without ever returning them.
But I never saw her pull that stuff on anyone else.
Does that count as being a delinquent?
Or a domestic abuser?
I'd ruminated on that question until I graduated high school.
"You've been walking a bit too tall lately, Geonwoo. Feeling pretty good about being back at school, huh?"
"College? Hell yeah, it's great."
After staring at nothing but Ha Yeonsoo's utterly average breasts in this worn-out country, coming face to face with fantasy-world-tier tits feels exactly that good.
"Ugh! That face! You're having dirty thoughts again. You're such a pervert. A total perv bastard."
"Don't disrespect a young man who's been out of the service for less than a month."
"God, you're so gross...!"
And that's when it happened.
"Dinner time—!"
A welcome voice called from outside the door.
"Come on, let's go. Food's ready."
I grabbed Yeonsoo by both wrists and hauled her up.
"AAAAH, that hurts! Let go! One. Two. Threeeee...!"
"Auntie, Yeonsoo says she's not eating."
"Hey! I am eating!"
"Yeonsoo, no dinner for you?"
The owner of that melodic voice was Madam Hong Mina — my second benefactor.
Though calling her "Madam" barely does justice to a figure that violent.
"Comingggg!"
Clack—
Auntie set the stew pot down on the dining table. For me, that moment was the most focused of all twenty-four hours in a day. She dressed a little loose in some places, a little tight in others — but her figure was more violent than any tyrant's. She treats me like her own son, and I'm endlessly grateful for it, but I simply cannot bring myself to see her as a mother.
How could I, when she's my ideal woman from every angle? A wasp waist that stands in stark contrast to those enormous breasts, and hips every bit as massive as her chest. With just enough softness to look adorable, and a fondness for dresses — the age gap between us is barely twenty years.
That falls within the realm of possibility.
Sadly, I didn't have nearly that kind of courage. I couldn't bear to see the uncle and auntie who raised me with love shed tears because of me. So I simply admired Auntie the way you'd admire a celebrity.
"Alright, dig in."
On top of that, Auntie is an excellent cook. She serves a different stew or soup every time, and any side dish that lasts three days gets replaced.
"This is delicious, Auntie."
"You think so? Good to hear."
Auntie always smiles and tells me she loves watching me eat. That smile of hers heals my heart every single time.
"Wow, you really crushed that food."
The wound I received from this little brat, I mean.
"Yeonsoo."
"Yeah, yeah, I know~."
She lets Auntie's words go in one ear and out the other. Peaceful Uncle actually lost his temper at her once, and since then she's behaved herself — more or less. Still goofing around, though.
Clack—
"Thank you for the meal, Auntie. I'll do the dishes."
"No, no! A boy fresh out of the service doing dishes?"
"What does being fresh out of the service have to do with dishes...?"
"You've worked hard, so you should rest at home. Go on, get inside — I'll take care of it."
"Fine. Quit being smug and come to my room."
Yeonsoo picking a fight with me again. What's gotten into her today? I seriously want to deck her. But the moment my fist actually clenches, I realize I have no confidence in winning, so I quietly relax my grip.
"Why would I go to your room?"
"My room is my room, and your room is my room."
"What the..."
"Oh, hurry up and come. I found something hilarious on Instagram."
Here we go again — she probably wants to film another silly reel together. Ever since I slimmed down in the army, she's been dragging me around to film this and that for some reason.
Not that I can blame her. Even by my own assessment, the slimmed-down me is easy on the eyes.
Thud!
We shut my door and sat side by side on the bed.
"So, what is it?"
These leisurely moments are how I indulge her, like entertaining a little cousin. Because I made a vow before I was discharged: the moment I graduate, I'm moving out on my own.
Only about three years left now.
Only three years left of playing these games with Yeonsoo, too.
"Hey, look at this. You think this would actually work?"
She shoved her phone screen in my face.
"What — back up a little."
I grabbed her hand, phone and all, and pushed it away. On the screen was a video of two people facing each other and hypnotizing one another.
"Hypnosis?"
"Do you think this would actually work?"
"The hypnosis?"
"Yeah, the hypnosis."
Ah, there it is.
Those big, sparkling eyes. I fell for those eyes the first time we filmed a reel together. She's an infuriating girl, but she's pretty, and when she looks at you with that innocent, guileless gaze, my resolve just melts.
"Let's do it... yeah...?"
"No thanks..."
"Pleeeeeease..."
"*Sigh*—"
Today, once again, I let her win.
"How does it even work?"
"We each download a hypnosis app and put each other under."
"Not with a pocket watch?"
"Do you know how to hypnotize someone with a pocket watch?"
"No."
"With an app, all you do is show them this, apparently."
Having said her piece, she started searching the internet.
"Hurry up and download it."
Watching her profile, so focused on her phone screen, a thought rose up in me unbidden: all you have to do is fall under hypnosis.
"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you."
I opened the app store and searched for the word "hypnosis."
With things like this, I was convinced, the apps nobody else has downloaded are the real deal. I wanted to believe that, for some reason. So I scrolled down forever.
"Hey, what are you DOING! Hurry up and download it!!"
"Hold on."
"How deep does this list even go?"
And in the end, I found it.
An ultra-rare app with exactly one download: Please Work Hypnosis App.
"Wow, the name is legendary. I doubt it'll do anything."
"You never know until you try."
"Jeez, you."
On the bed, we sat facing each other, cross-legged.
"Ready?"
"Yeah. One sec."
I opened the hypnosis app.
[ User Registration ]
"It wants me to log in. Give me a second."
A short sign-up, fingerprint registration, facial recognition, bank account verification...
"Oh, for God's sake..."
"See? Told you it was a sketchy app."
Was it really okay to hand my personal information over to something like this? And yet, somehow, I trusted it.
I felt like this app might actually be the real thing.
"Okay, I'm ready."
I pulled up the screen where a red and blue spiral spun round and round. Then we showed each other our phone screens and started the countdown together.
"10. 9. 8. 7..."
On her phone screen, a pocket watch was swinging side to side. I knew that even if she stared at that thing for a hundred seconds, she'd never fall under hypnosis — not in a million years.
"2. 1!"
Yeonsoo, mid-count —
Tap—
dropped her phone.
"What are you doing?"
Her head hung forward, and she didn't make a sound.
"Hey, quit messing around."
I flopped onto the bed and looked at my phone screen.
Issue a command.
"You've gotta be kidding me."
I closed the app and glanced over at her.
Still in the exact same position.
"Hey."
"..."
"Hey, Ha Yeonsoo."
"..."
"Hey, if you don't move right now, I swear. I'm serious. I'll literally..."
"..."
Huh.
Something's off here.
"Hey...!"
I crept closer and pressed down gently on the crown of her head. But she showed no reaction at all.
"Ha. Nice acting."
"..."
"Okay, you can stop now~"
"..."
"I'm counting to three."
"..."
"Three!"
"..."
"TWO!!"
"..."
Not even an eyebrow twitch.
"What the...? You're actually...?"
I approached her carefully. I poked her forehead with my finger, prodded her lips with my index finger, flicked them — nothing. No reaction whatsoever.
"Heyy...!"
When I gave her shoulder a little shove, her posture slumped slightly. Her tank top slipped off one shoulder, and her areola peeked into view.
Even so, she didn't move.
"H- Ha Yeonsoo."
"..."
"C- command."
"...Mm."
She reacted to the word "command" for the first time.
I swallowed hard, mouth suddenly bone-dry.
"Sh- show me your... n- n- nipple... a- all of it..."
I stammered over the words half a dozen times.
Because I'd never once imagined I'd be saying something like that out loud.
Hearing my words, she began to raise her hand — very, very slowly. I thought she was about to slap me across the face, but to my surprise, she took hold of her shoulder strap and began to pull it down, bit by bit.
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