Hypnotic Pussy-Fucking Doesn't Count
'How should I apologize...?'
That was the thought running through my head as I headed to the place where Seolah was waiting.
'Should I just drop to my knees and grovel like a total loser?'
...At twenty-six, that felt a bit much.
More than anything, it would look completely insincere.
If I tried to brush it off as a joke, it would only come back to bite me later.
Next option: just lean into the whole "I've always had great stamina" angle.
'Wait, why would I even try to sell that?'
Seolah isn't Seo Jiyoung. That kind of thing would never work on her.
Again, a huge dick is basically like a fancy degree.
If I wave it around first, nothing looks worse.
Deep down, I already know the right answer.
Just apologize sincerely.
Tell her I'm sorry for showing her that side of me, no matter the reason.
Promise it will never happen again.
So please don't report me... no, that sounds too pathetic.
Just say I'll accept whatever decision she makes.
Yeah. That should be enough.
While turning those thoughts over, I jogged lightly until the meeting spot came into view.
And there was Seolah.
Sitting alone on the bench with a blank expression, she looked like the heroine from some music video.
She really was ridiculously pretty.
"Seolah."
"Ah, Oppa..."
The texts she'd sent had been full of drunken energy, but she seemed to have sobered up quite a bit while I was on my way.
The smell of alcohol still lingered, though.
"How much did you drink?"
"Ah... about a bottle. Is it obvious?"
"You didn't see the message you sent me. When you wake up tomorrow, you're going to want to smash your own head in so you can forget it."
"Hehe, I would never do that to you, Oppa..."
Still, this worked in my favor.
Using alcohol as an excuse wasn't ideal, but a loosened atmosphere was definitely a good thing.
I'd wait and see how things went, then apologize properly once she seemed completely sober.
No point bringing up weird stuff while she was still smiling.
"Um, Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Do we have to go straight home?"
The look on Seolah's face was serious.
I'd thought the mood was decent, but apparently not.
Well, if the victim wanted to talk right away, then we would.
"No. We can head back once you've sobered up more if you want."
"Then, you know..."
Gulp.
First rule: don't get angry, don't make excuses, and don't act pathetic.
The erection incident today was clearly my fault, so whatever Seolah said was the correct answer and I had to follow it.
'Alright, bring it on...!'
Time to show the twenty-six-year-old former soldier's resolve to avoid becoming a sex offender!
And about ten minutes later—
[Payment complete.]
"Seolah, you really want to watch a movie?"
"...... Yes."
For some reason, I found myself at the movie theater buying tickets.
Seolah had offered to pay, but I'd panicked and stopped her.
Did women really want to watch movies to calm down when they were angry?
I had no other data to compare it to, so it was hard to say.
"It's surprising there's even a showing this late..."
The title sounded like some pretentious indie film.
Even for a late-night screening, the fact that our two seats were the only ones occupied said everything about how boring it probably was.
Seolah had insisted on picking the seats and chose a corner spot where the screen was barely visible.
What went on inside a woman's head?
It was genuinely too difficult to understand.
"There's a convenience store outside. Want me to grab some popcorn? If you want zero cola, I can get drinks too..."
"Oh, it's fine. Actually, I don't want anything to drink...!"
"Huh? Uh, okay."
She turned down popcorn too.
Was she on a diet...?
With no other entertainment available at this hour, I had no choice but to sit and wait for the movie to start.
Since I was the one at fault, I couldn't even start a conversation first.
Come to think of it, we hadn't really talked much even back in the old days.
Apparently, jerking off once in front of a girl was enough to strip away any "close friend" privileges.
"Um, Seungchul Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Could you take a quick look at this...?"
Fortunately, I still had my invincible ally: the internet.
When you don't know what to do, just shut up and do whatever the girl wants. That gets you halfway there.
We were already at the theater. We'd watch the movie.
Afterward, if Seolah decided this was her last supper and suggested heading to the police station, I'd just go "Woop!" and let them cuff me.
Sniff.
But what exactly did she want to show me?
Maybe she was going to ask how many years I'd get on a whip-PT and then share the results.
I turned my head slightly and looked at the phone screen Seolah held out.
And then—
【 I, Ha Seungchul, will become Han Seolah's affectionate lover and enjoy a date with her. 】
'Did it... work?'
I'd followed every instruction Jiyoung had texted me.
Most of them were things the user had to follow, but there was one condition the hypnosis target had to meet.
That condition was: "The target must possess at least a microscopic, subconscious willingness or desire to perform the commanded action."
According to the explanation, it was a safeguard that prevented commands like "die" from working on a perfectly healthy person.
To Han Seolah, however, this felt more like a test.
"Oppa."
If Seungchul saw her as a woman even a little bit, the hypnosis would take effect.
If she was nothing more than a younger sister he'd known for years, he'd probably look confused and ask what this was.
In that case, she could just laugh it off as a joke.
Seolah steadied her breathing with that thought in mind and called Seungchul's name again.
"Seungchul Oppa...?"
And then—
"Yeah, Seolah."
"...!"
It worked.
Seeing Seungchul smile at her so naturally made Seolah want to jump for joy, but guilt quickly flooded in right after.
It felt like she'd taken advantage of his kindness.
"The movie's about to start, Oppa."
"Yeah. Let's go."
"Um... but could you hold my hand on the way?"
"My hand?"
"Yes."
"If that's what you want, sure. Here."
But guilt turned out to be an emotion that evaporated faster than expected.
This was the situation she'd always dreamed of.
The moment Seungchul's large hand wrapped around hers, every trace of guilt vanished into the distance.
All that remained was the desire to keep enjoying this.
"We... we go in here..."
"Yeah."
His low, deep voice kept tickling her ears.
"Want to sit on the inside, Seolah?"
"Ah, no. I'll take this side..."
"Okay."
He naturally draped an arm around her shoulders, considerate as always.
He must have showered recently— a faint soap scent mixed with something almost like sweat hit her all at once.
At the same time, she felt a slight tingling in her lower stomach.
The same kind of feeling she'd gotten earlier when her friends were talking dirty.
"You wanted to see this movie?"
"Ah, well..."
Even after they sat down, Seungchul didn't let go of her hand.
Just like the command said— acting like an affectionate lover.
But Seolah wanted him to treat her more roughly.
Not just following the order, but revealing the true desires hidden underneath.
She knew she would have to make the first move for that to happen.
Once she'd made up her mind, she acted immediately.
"If I'd known you liked movies, I would've suggested we go see one earlier. Sorry."
"...... It's okay."
"Hm?"
"I-I didn't really want to watch a movie. I just... wanted to be alone with you, Oppa..."
"Hmm... I see."
"Yes. To be honest, even now, I can't stop thinking about other things..."
"What kind of things, Seolah?"
"W-well, that is... I want you to touch my chest too... W-we're dating, so skinship is fine whenever we want, right...?"
"......"
Seolah's face was bright red by the time she finished speaking.
Seungchul, on the other hand, simply stared at her with a blank expression.
Like a robot that had received a faulty command.
"......"
"......"
According to Jiyoung's explanation, people under hypnosis could still act according to their own will except for the specific command.
Did that mean her body held no appeal for Seungchul at all?
Maybe she really was nothing more than a little sister to him—
"Hah...?!"
That was when it happened.
A large hand grabbed her breast.
"So you like this kind of thing, Seolah."
"Ah, aah......"
Reality always surpassed imagination.
Even though she'd pictured doing all sorts of filthy things with him—pussy-fucking, sex, everything—she realized those fantasies were nothing compared to the pleasure she felt right now.
"I'm disappointed, Seolah."
"Ungh..."
"I thought you were such a good, innocent kid... Turns out you were thinking dirty thoughts about me this whole time."
"Th-that's right. I'm a really bad... hngh."
"If you wanted it that badly, why didn't you just ask me to take you to a motel and fuck your pussy? Why come here? Did you want to get caught?"
"Ah, ugh... that's not it......"
"Doing something this naughty and all."
"...!"
Had the hypnosis been discovered?
No, that couldn't be it.
She was the lewd and depraved one. Seungchul was originally a kind, gentle person—he was only scolding her like this because he was hypnotized.
She was the hopeless pervert.
She was the one who deserved to be punished.
Seolah repeated those words to herself while biting and releasing her lower lip over and over.
She couldn't risk making any noise.
"Hngh, ugh......"
"If you were going to do this, why did you run away this morning? You should've just pulled my pants down and sucked my cock."
"Ah, Oppa, that's... hngh."
"I was worried sick because I didn't know any of this."
"I'm sorry, hngh, I'm sorry..."
She didn't even need to look down to know.
Her pussy was flooding, soaking her panties completely.
More than anything, that voice.
Hearing him scold and reprimand her in that low, deep tone was unbearably arousing.
She wanted to provoke him even more on purpose.
"O-Oppa..."
"What."
"I did something wrong, so... hngh, can't you punish me more...?"
"...... What?"
"Please... My chest is big, so you can touch it as much as you want... Kyah?!"
"Ha... Why are you such a brat, Seolah?"
He let out a quiet sigh that sounded exasperated.
At the same time, his hand squeezed harder.
Seolah quickly covered her own mouth.
She felt like she might actually scream otherwise.
"Seolah, having big tits doesn't have anything to do with me. Does it?"
"Mmph, mmph......"
"Did you grow them this big so I'd have an easier time shoving my cock in and stretching you out?"
"Mmmngh...!"
She nodded desperately.
Seungchul let out another disbelieving sigh.
"Haah......"
"Hngh, mmph..."
Even so, he didn't remove his hand from her chest.
Seolah glanced sideways toward his lap.
And she could tell immediately.
His cock was straining hard enough to tear through his pants.
"Seolah."
"Ungh, hngh, mmngh...!"
So he got hard looking at me too.
He couldn't hold back even while scolding me.
It wasn't just that other girl who could make him like this.
That meant anyone besides her was fine.
I could do everything for him.
If he wanted to touch my chest, he could. If he wanted to fuck me, he could. If he wanted to cum inside me, he could do that as many times as he wanted.
Even though she had been the one to cast the hypnosis, the positions had somehow completely reversed.
"Hngh..."
"...! Hey, Han Seolah."
With that thought, Seolah reached over and grabbed Seungchul's cock through his pants.
The overwhelming heat and size were immediate.
His expression stiffened for a split second, then shifted into something more conflicted as he furrowed his brows.
"...... This really isn't going to work."
"Ah..."
His hand left her chest and grabbed her wrist instead.
When he stood up and pulled her along, she thought it was over—but it wasn't.
The place they arrived at was the men's restroom outside the theater.
"Let me ask you one thing, Seolah."
"Yesh...?"
Thud. Click.
He closed the restroom door, stepped into a stall, and locked it firmly.
She was seated on the toilet, and the two of them were so close in the narrow space that they were almost touching.
In that tense moment, Seungchul asked her:
"Is it okay that it's me?"
"Huh...?"
"If you're in heat, you could ask anyone to help you out, right? Are you really fine with it being me?"
"Wh-what do you mean......"
Even while she was acting this vulgar, he still didn't drop his gentle tone.
She wondered if he knew how embarrassing that was—and how many times more it made her stomach tingle.
And... it couldn't be just anyone.
If it wasn't Oppa, she would never have done something like this.
For a moment, the question of whether someone under hypnosis could even ask something like this crossed her mind, but it didn't matter anymore.
"I-I don't want anyone but you, Oppa..."
"... Yeah?"
"I want you to fuck me, Oppa. You can do it until I bleed if you want......"
"......"
His brows furrowed again at her half-melted confession.
From his expression, it seemed Seungchul didn't really believe what she was saying.
But that didn't matter either.
"Lift your skirt. Let me see how wet your pussy is."
"Ah......"
In the end, he said it.
"L-like this...?"