I Want to Be Seen, Hypnosis and All
Dim light.
It was an izakaya trimmed in artificial flowers and red lanterns — stylish, and hushed in that particular way.
"Two, please."
"Shall I show you to a private room?"
"Ah…."
Why did I turn, at those words, to look at Yeon-su's face?
Her head was tipped slightly down, and her bangs hid her eyes, so I couldn't read a thing.
"…Yes."
We were led down a narrow hall to the innermost seat.
"Whoa…."
The room was so cramped you couldn't even stand once you'd taken your chair, but the night street beyond the floor-to-ceiling window was beautiful enough to steal your eyes.
"Sit. What do you want to eat?"
I crab-walked in, groaning the whole way. My thighs had been shaking all day; I hadn't expected them to go this critical on me now.
"Ghk—!"
I threw myself into the chair with a noisy collapse.
"C-can I sit here?"
"…Yeah."
Yeon-su came to the seat beside me instead of the one across.
"R-right. I mean, i-it's not a problem or anything."
"Why are you stammering like that…?"
"Th-this is, it's a trend. It's in right now."
"Kyaha! Stop iiit! You sound like an idiot."
Neither of us could hold our liquor, so we ordered a grapefruit soju, heavy on the sweet.
"If this is what we're drinking, was there even a point in coming to a bar?"
"Th-this tastes g-good too!"
"Did you decide to start stammering as well?"
"N-no!!"
Sit next to her and the fists arrive immediately. From the moment she'd taken the seat beside me, the inside of my pants had been so stiff and cramped that even if she bruised my arm black and blue, I probably couldn't have fought back.
I know the scent that rises off Yeon-su. Sitting this close, I could feel it with unbearable clarity. Scent called memory, and memory called an erection.
"Ahem…! L-let's eat."
"Y-yeah."
The way she nibbled the karaage — crispy fried chicken — that had come with the stir-fried udon was pretty cute, but staring nonstop at the person sitting right beside you was a bit much to pull off. I pretended to clear my throat, pretended to pull a tissue, pretended to reach for the side dishes set farther off, and stole glance after glance at Yeon-su.
It isn't even that warm yet. Why is she wearing something that shows this much skin?
"Why do you keep sneaking looks? Pervert."
"Well, yeah. Not really. Did you fart?"
Thud.
That one actually hurt.
Our soft, hazy night filled itself with trivial little stories. We already shared every day — where did she find so much to say? Yeon-su chattered without pausing for breath. In the brief moments when she threw her whole face into explaining something, one big reaction after another, I borrowed that split second and looked at her entire.
"Are you listening? Isn't that insanely cool?"
"Yeah. I'm pissing myself. Look under the table."
"Huh? Why?"
"I completely pissed myself."
"Oh my god, seriouslyyy!"
Glug—.
Somewhere along the way, the bottle had emptied.
"Oh. We finished it."
"Order another!"
"Hey. You sure? You can't drink for shit."
"Ha! Excuse me — I'm Ha Yeon-su."
"I know."
This round was lemon. Someone had said it once, I was pretty sure: fruit-flavored soju gets you drunk faster. Sure enough, Yeon-su started having trouble holding her head up.
"Hey, hey. That's enough."
"Okay."
The instant I finished speaking, she pushed her soju glass away.
"Good girl."
She obeyed as meekly as if she were under hypnosis.
Maybe I should just leave her hypnotized all the time.
The thought sent blood rushing back into a cock that had only just managed to settle.
"Hoo—."
I'd had a fair amount myself. At every university event, big or small, I always turned drinks down — and yet when Yeon-su said let's drink, I'd emptied a whole bottle.
"Yeon-su. We should head home."
"Uuu… I don't wanna gooo…."
"Yeon-su can stay. Geon-woo's going home."
"Aaaah. Geon-woooo…."
…It still isn't that warm. Why is she wearing something that shows this much?
The heat of her clinging to my arm was scorching. I didn't want to do this with someone who was drunk. My brain, unfortunately, was on an unbroken losing streak against my dick.
"Yeon-su."
"Mmm?"
"L-look at this."
"…Okay."
I angled the hypnosis app, switched on in secret, toward her face. Yeon-su stared blankly at the screen, cheeks flushed from the alcohol, then dropped her head and tangled herself even tighter around my arm.
"What's… the command…."
"L-let's leave."
"…Where."
"Home. Home's kind of— a m-motel…."
Embarrassment flung my gaze out the window. On the way there, and even while I said two people and took the room key, I couldn't look at Yeon-su. The regret — that I should have seen the faint nod she gave when I suggested the motel, should have seen her face — followed me all the way to the door, where I fumbled because I had no idea where on the lock to tap the card.
Clack—!
The door was heavier than I'd expected. It swung shut, and the bang shoved me in the back as I stepped through.
A bed in white sheets. A bathtub left sitting in the open, and a transparent shower stall you could see straight into. Only the toilet was hidden away. It was a room that announced, without a shred of shame, that it existed for sex.
We sat on the edge of the bed without a word.
"We should… wash up. Yeon-su."
"Mmm…."
"D-do you want to go first?"
"…Is that an order…?"
"N-no! It's n-not like that…!"
"Th-then you first, Geon-woo…."
"Okay…!"
I got to my feet in a hurry. Grabbing the robe off its hanger, I stumbled into the long, narrow shower stall.
"Haa—."
A breath that deep would go straight to Yeon-su's ears — the thought arrived only after I'd already let it out.
Gulp—.
It had to be the alcohol. I kept swallowing on a dry throat. It wasn't even our first time. Why was I this nervous? Even though Yeon-su wouldn't remember any of it.
"Hoo… don't get nervous. Hoo… I hypnotized her. Hoo… sss… am I insane?"
Thinking about it, I was pathetic. I'd hypnotized my childhood friend because I wanted sex, and then I'd gone and gotten this nervous. What was the point?
Zzzip—!
I stripped with force. Screw it. Have the sex and be done with it — that was the idea. I'd already had her take the morning-after pill. It ought to still be working the day you take it.
…Just in case, I should ask an AI while Yeon-su was in the shower.
I kept muttering under my breath and hung the robe and my clothes far enough off that the water wouldn't splash them.
"Uh…."
"Ah…."
Yeon-su was sitting demurely on the bed, peering into the stall. The second our eyes met, I nearly forgot every resolution I'd just made.
That wouldn't do.
"G-get in! That's an order!"
At the command she rose, hesitating. She reached for her robe, set it back down, then took off the hoodie she had on and folded it with care. After that she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her pants and let go, over and over.
"H-hurry up and take them off…!"
"Mmm…."
I fixed her with a straight stare, posture magnificent. I was going to be confident.
Look at this cock. Doesn't it look about ready to fire?
And in the middle of all that, Yeon-su took off her pants.
…Black.
And the inside showed through, just a little. I hadn't known Yeon-su owned panties cut so you could see skin. Not that I'd have had any way of knowing what panties she owned in the first place — but in the image of her I kept in my head, underwear like that was not supposed to exist.
"Ahem…."
She turned a little, giving me her back, then peeled off a tube top no bigger than a palm by drawing it up and over. At once her small, precious breasts were bare. She slipped the panties off, tucked them in among the clothes, and pushed the shower door open very slowly.
"C-come here!"
Even a moronic command like that, she understood perfectly. Yeon-su stepped in close and stood before me.
Rrrrrk—. Click. Shaaaa—.
"T-turn your back…."
"Okay…."
I checked the water several times. Warm, or maybe only lukewarm. Not hot enough to startle skin.
"…I'll start."
I wet her slowly, beginning at the calves. Smooth white calves. Thighs and a backside that had taken a firm shape from working out steadily with Eun-ju. A narrow waist drawn in around the hollowed line of muscle along her spine. Up over thin arms, and over narrow shoulders.
Watching the tips of her hair darken as they drank the water, I said,
"You… do me too."
"Okay…."
Yeon-su took the showerhead and wet the tops of my feet. My knees, my thighs. She avoided my cock, which was twitching with impatience, and sprayed my stomach and chest instead.
Click—.
She shut the water off and went to her knees.
"I-I'll do here, too…."
The words stopped mine cold. Yeon-su swept her hair back and took hold of my cock.
When Geon-woo's call came, I truly thought my heart had dropped clean out of my chest. Just hearing his voice, I felt a hot surge of wetness spill from below.
"S-so, uh… the thing is… I, I ditched class today, so… h-hang out with me."
I was happy. Happy that he'd called for the me who wasn't under hypnosis. Happy that he could act as if going to the gynecologist with me wasn't the least bit shameful. Happy that he made me laugh. Happy that he was considerate. All of it made me happy.
And when he put me under, I felt it throb all over again through a crotch that was already soaked.
I'd worn underwear that wasn't my usual. I'd bought it new, before seeing him. A little hope had flickered up — had he noticed? — but by now it didn't matter in the slightest.
"Haah—."
Thank god he'd sprayed me with water. If he hadn't, he would have caught the slick running down me in strings.
I licked his cock with every scrap of knowledge I possessed. There wasn't much of it. The night we'd shared our first time, I had watched dozens of porn videos and studied — that was the whole of what I knew. I sucked, drew off with a wet sound, breathed, and took him in again. Geon-woo threw his head back. Hot breath broke across my face. His scent, cut with the smell of alcohol, was so obscene it made my head spin.
Schlick.
My hand had gone to my pussy before I realized it. That perverted little sound just now — he had to have heard it. He had to know I was already flooding, slick pouring out of me like a river over its banks.
I raised my knees. I all but pushed my lower belly forward. Fingertips ground wildly over my clit while my mouth kept drawing his cock in, again and again.
Who would ever have thought I'd take a pose this shameless? I was embarrassed. Embarrassed — and still, I wanted Geon-woo to see me like this and get turned on.
"Yeon-su…!"
He called me, low. Fingers slipped in through my hair, and I felt him gather it gently, as if he were afraid of hurting me. I let go of myself and caught both of his thighs. I wanted to move, even a little, for his sake.
The cock nudging the inside of my throat nearly made me retch, over and over. Thick strings of spit swung and swayed. I could feel that he was at his limit, because the hand that had been holding me so gently had tightened. Strangely, it didn't hurt as much as I'd thought it would. If anything, I was glad. It felt as if all of his attention were on me.
"Yeon…su…! I'm gonna cum…!"
I pulled off. From the cock that slipped out of my mouth, spit hung in dangling strands, webbed like spider silk.
Then it came — pulse after pulse, a raw-smelling rush of cum pouring over my face. Into my mouth, across my closed eyes, over the bridge of my nose, into the tips of my hair, as if it meant to decorate me.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
Geon-woo looked down at me, breathing ragged.
I swept the cum up off my face.
"S-sorry…! Hang on, I'll wipe you off real quick—"
"No…!"
"…Huh?"
"Wait…."
I held him there.
"Y-Yeon-su?"
First I swallowed what was already in my mouth, then wiped the cum sprayed across my eyelids. Right away I pushed the smear caught on my fingertips into my mouth, and what was about to drip from my chin I caught in my left hand and swallowed down as well.
I wanted him to have watched every bit of it.
"Ehehe… how was that…? Did it feel good?"
I lifted my head to see his face. His expression was strange.
Did he see all of it? Did he understand how I feel?
…Fortunately, it seemed he had.
For him to kiss me this hotly — that had to mean he'd understood a heart like mine.