Right Now, Take Off Your Clothes
People on the internet love throwing around terms like WWE and UFC.
So what’s the real difference between the two?
If you want to get technical, there are a million little details, but for me, it boils down to one thing: whether or not the people watching believe the fight is real.
“……”
“Hmm. This command isn’t working? Why aren’t you moving?”
WWE is basically scripted entertainment. A choreographed dance disguised as combat.
UFC, on the other hand, is a no-holds-barred, no-script brawl.
Right now, Seo Jiyoung clearly thinks this whole situation is WWE—something she can make me forget whenever she wants. But for me, someone who’s never actually been hypnotized, this was one hundred percent UFC.
Which meant there would be no excuses later.
So I should have stopped this right here.
I should have stopped…
“Okay. I’m taking them off.”
How the hell was I supposed to hold back in a situation like this?
She was asking to see a body no one had ever really looked at before.
She wanted to stare at the muscles that only those sweaty old guys at the gym ever got to touch, even though she claimed she wasn’t interested in that kind of thing.
I immediately yanked off the shirt I was wearing.
At the same time, Seo Jiyoung’s half-lidded eyes snapped wide open.
“Is this good?”
“W-wow… Your body’s way better than I expected?”
“I do work out pretty seriously.”
I’d actually gotten a couple of offers to go pro, but bragging about that felt too much like showing off, so I kept my mouth shut.
From what I’d read online, women supposedly liked humble men.
Anyway, it looked like talking while under hypnosis wasn’t a problem.
As long as I followed her commands properly, everything would be fine.
“……”
“……”
I sat there on the bed, shirtless, while Seo Jiyoung simply stared at me in silence.
It would’ve been nice if she’d just given me the next order already.
That silence stretched on for about a minute.
Finally, the girl who had been blankly staring at my body reached out and started touching me.
“It’s… hard.”
Poke. Poke.
Her cheeks flushed a faint pink as she prodded my solid forearm with her finger.
Damn it. Why did her fingers have to feel so soft?
After poking me, she started squeezing her own soft arm, comparing the firmness.
From my forearm to my shoulder, then from my shoulder to my chest.
And after my chest came—
“……What the hell is this?”
It should have been my abs next.
But before her gaze could travel that far down, it collided with something else first.
Obviously, it was my cock, which had been rock-hard and ready to burst for a while now.
I’d tried to hide it by tucking it against my underwear, but once I took my shirt off, the damn thing had pushed straight up and made itself known.
To be honest, I was dying of embarrassment, but I had to act casual.
After all, as far as Seo Jiyoung was concerned, I was still hypnotized.
“That’s my dick.”
“What…? T-this is…?”
“Yeah. If it’s not a dick, then what else would be attached down there?”
“……I see.”
What kind of reaction was that?
Don’t tell me this was her first time seeing a real one?
Shit.
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Even if it made things awkward, I had to ask.
“Why? First time seeing a dick?”
“…! N-no, it’s not! I’ve seen plenty! In drawings, and in videos too! Y-you know, for reference…”
“So this is your first time seeing the real thing.”
“……Is that not allowed?”
“No, it’s not like it’s forbidden.”
I kept my tone indifferent on the outside to stay in character, but inside I was screaming with joy.
A gloomy, big-breasted, socially-withdrawn, glasses-wearing virgin beauty (very important).
It was insanely hot.
The ridiculous amount of precum that had been leaking out of me since earlier was proof of just how turned on I was.
“You’ve never even had a girlfriend, yet you’re acting all high and mighty with me…”
“……”
If this had been normal Seo Jiyoung, she never would have said something like that.
She would’ve tried to protect her pride no matter what.
But since she thought I was hypnotized, she could spill her true feelings without worry.
Of course, the moment she found out I wasn’t actually under hypnosis, she’d probably strangle me to death.
“……It’s big.”
Gulp.
I could see Seo Jiyoung swallowing hard as she stared at my cock right in front of her.
If she was going to look, I wished she’d take the underwear off first.
It was starting to hurt.
…Come to think of it, she had told me to take my clothes off, but she never specified only my top.
So if I took my pants off now, it wouldn’t count as disobeying her, right?
Time to do it.
“Then I’ll take my pants off too.”
“Huh? Uh……”
Just as I expected, Seo Jiyoung didn’t seem suspicious at all.
Considering everything she’d done so far, this was probably her first time using the hypnosis app too.
After all, if a normal person pulled out a hypnosis app and it turned out to be fake, they’d probably want to kill themselves.
“……”
Either way, it was time to take off my pants.
Honestly, I wanted to rip them off immediately and shove my dick in her face, but I held myself back.
I’d read somewhere that women were weak to visual stimulation.
“W-wow…”
“You like it?”
“…Yeah.”
As soon as I grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them down, the massive 22-centimeter monster trapped inside my underwear revealed its full outline.
This was my precious treasure that had never once been shown to a woman in twenty-six years.
Sorry for the pathetic owner who could only jerk off with you all this time. Today, go ahead and live your dream.
“Then I’ll take the rest off…”
“W-wait. Stop for a second.”
Why?
To be honest, it was getting painful being squeezed inside the underwear.
But I was supposed to be hypnotized (or pretending to be), so I had to obey her commands.
At least she wasn’t completely ignoring me.
“…Why does something like this belong to Ha Seungchul?”
Poke. Poke.
Seo Jiyoung’s fingers began touching the head of my cock, which was straining against the fabric of my underwear.
Her sharp nails were surprisingly stimulating, and I ended up spurting out a thick glob of precum.
As a result, her hand was now covered in the fluid I’d released.
She kept pressing her thumb and index finger together and pulling them apart, staring at it with the fascinated expression of a child seeing candy for the first time.
“Whoa, it feels gross… It’s all sticky.”
Looking at her eyes, it didn’t seem like she actually hated it.
After that, Seo Jiyoung continued to study my cock with intense focus.
She poked it with her fingertips.
She gripped the shaft through the underwear.
She even blew warm breath on it while saying “Hoo.”
All of it felt good, but could she please take the underwear off already?
It wasn’t just painful anymore—the precum had made everything wet and sticky.
But of course Seo Jiyoung didn’t care about any of that.
She simply kept observing in silence until suddenly—lick.
…Lick?
“It tastes bad……”
“…!!!”
What the fuck.
She actually licked my precum.
“Seriously, you can’t trust anything those Twitter bastards say… They told me it was supposed to be sweet like condensed milk. This tastes fucking weird.”
One thing I needed to remember here.
Seo Jiyoung was an artist.
And if you talked about Twitter and artist friends, most of them usually had either a rainbow flag or the name of some mental illness in their profile.
There wasn’t a single normal one among them.
Though it seemed like she at least stayed away from the ones who posted stuff like “Smash the Korean men, smash the universe,” she really needed to log off sometimes.
Then again, that was probably where she got the hypnosis app from, so maybe she shouldn’t.
Sometimes there really were pearls in the mud.
“Cum tastes better than precum, Jiyoung.”
“H-huh? Really? Have you tried it?”
“……I haven’t tried it myself.”
“Hmm……”
Anyway, the person in front of me was a hikikomori webtoon artist whose sexual knowledge was significantly lower than mine.
It was unfortunate for her friends, but that just meant I had to deceive her while I still could.
Honestly, if anyone was told they could cum inside the mouth of a gloomy big-breasted beauty like her, wouldn’t they do the same thing I was doing?
It definitely wasn’t because I was a bad person.
“I do want to see it though…”
“……”
Gulp.
After staring at my cock for a long time, Seo Jiyoung seemed to come to some kind of decision. She turned around and started rummaging through her drawer.
What was she doing?
Was she seriously going to use me as material and masturbate?
I’d never even considered that possibility, but it didn’t sound half bad.
But what she pulled out was neither a toy nor lube—it was a 4B pencil and a sketchbook.
Then she sat on the bed and started drawing something…?
“……?”
What the hell are you doing?
What are you doing!
Despite my silent scream, Seo Jiyoung simply kept moving her pencil in silence.
And what she was drawing was my body.
‘……Why is she drawing my body?’
Since she was going to erase the memory anyway, she could’ve just taken a photo or hypnotized me again later to show her. It wasn’t like I was disappointed that she stopped touching me or anything.
I just didn’t understand. I really didn’t.
But when I heard the words she muttered next, I immediately figured out the reason.
And maybe even why she had suddenly told me to take my clothes off so abruptly.
“Fucking bastards… They can’t even get a man in real life, yet they read my comics. And then they complain about ‘inppi.’ Fuck. If I had a lot of experience with men, do you think I’d be drawing this shit?”
Inppi.
A term also known as anatomical collapse. It usually referred to when the human body proportions in a drawing were messed up.
And from the sound of it, Seo Jiyoung had a lot of built-up resentment regarding that particular criticism.
“I majored in fine arts, damn it… I learned way more than you idiots. If the muscles are attached there, what, is it supposed to be an alien? You shitty bitches.”
“……”
“Hey, Ha Seungchul. Straighten your shoulders.”
“…Okay.”
The puzzle pieces were slowly clicking together in my head.
Even though time had passed, her noticeably prickly attitude, the way she’d exploded when I asked where she was serializing, and now this situation.
The answer was obvious.
“…Are you drawing porn?”
“W-what?!”
“From what I’m hearing, it sounds like it.”
“Y-you crazy bastard…! It’s not porn, okay? It’s romance fantasy! Sure, it’s the uncensored version so there are a few sex scenes, but still…!”
Tomato, tomahto.
Either way, she still needed to draw a naked male body.
It looked like the girl who once dreamed of pure fine art had slammed into the wall of reality and evolved into darkness.
As a writer of adult romance fantasy webtoons.
And right now, I was playing the role of a nude model for Seo Jiyoung, who didn’t have much experience drawing figures.
I didn’t know much about it, but the male characters in those stories apparently grew abs just by breathing and had shoulders wide enough to block out the sun. So I guess I fit the bill.
Hmm. Not bad at all.
“If you need help, I can assist.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t know if my body is enough, but I can be your model as much as you want.”
“……Why is a guy who won’t even remember any of this saying stuff like that? Shut up. You’re my drawing slave now.”
“……”
Damn it.
I tried to act cool and ended up getting ordered to shut my mouth.
“……”
“……”
“…Sit over there so it’s slightly covered.”
“……”
In the now-quiet room, the only sound was the scratching of pencil on paper.
But somehow…
When she first pulled out that sketchbook, I’d been completely dumbfounded. Now, this situation was starting to feel strangely arousing.
It was because I remembered her saying she used her own body as reference when drawing women.
Which meant from now on, she’d be drawing sex scenes using my body and her own.
Wasn’t that the hottest thing ever?
“……”
“…Ah, damn.”
While I was thinking that, Seo Jiyoung started clicking her tongue in annoyance, as if something wasn’t to her liking.
When I sneaked a glance at the sketchbook, I saw that in all the different poses of my body, the crotch area was completely blank.
Right.
Of course nude croquis meant everything had to come off.
With her cheeks burning bright red, Seo Jiyoung kept glancing back and forth between my body and the sketchbook. Then she pulled out her phone again and held it up in front of me.
Along with the spinning orange spiral on the screen.
“……Hey. Look here.”