Harem Achieved (Or Not)
A week had passed.
My old boring, everyday routine had vanished somewhere.
The kind of life where gorgeous women obsessed over my dick and drained me dry day after day...
That hadn't come.
"Hey, Jiyoung."
"What."
"Don't you want ice cream?"
"Fuck off."
One read and ignored.
"Um, Seo—"
"I-I'm heading out...!"
"......"
One unread and ignored.
No harem in sight, and they wouldn't even give me the time of day—what could I do?
"Seungchul, hasn't the house gotten way cleaner since you moved in? The landlady kept putting off chores saying she was busy with work, but... I'm really grateful. Want anything for dinner? I'll pick it up on my way home."
"Ah, no, it's fine..."
"You still eat meat like a champ, right? Let's do some Hanwoo."
"Whoa. Sure."
Jackpot, premium beef... or not.
Why the hell was she leaving me on read after hypnotizing me in the first place?
Hypnosis is supposed to seep into your daily life bit by bit, right?
Melt the brain nice and slow, so even after turning off the Hypnosis App, the body still craves it and turns into a total slave. That's the appeal.
This was just a living dildo that turned on when you hit the switch and off when you ignored it.
Not that it was bad, mind you.
Even as a living dildo, it'd be nice if she'd use me a little.
"Hi~ Whatcha doing in the living room?"
"Oh, Yuki."
"Ah, fuck. I said I'm sleeping..."
"Unni~ Artists need sunlight too!"
Jiyoung got dragged out by Yuki like she always did.
No wonder she never gained weight with this routine.
"Heading to the gym?"
"Gotta walk unni first~ If I call this exercise, my Pilates teacher will kill me!"
"A walk? Fuck. Am I a dog?"
"Dogs have regular lives! And unni lives like trash."
"Oof... heavy facts."
"Ha Seungchul, you... sigh. Never mind."
For that whole week of getting ignored by both Jiyoung and Seorah, Yuki was the one I talked to most.
Not that we clicked or anything.
A super social blonde gyaru and a loser like me even chatting was a miracle to begin with.
"Wanna come walk, oppa?"
"Yeah. Let's go."
"You two can go. Muscle monsters on a date."
"Unni, keep it up and I'll put a leash on you."
"......"
Exercise was our common ground, so she asked about that stuff.
But once we exhausted the topic, conversation dried up fast.
So I brought up tastes and preferences. Sigh.
Yuki was a "disqualified" Japanese person, apparently.
"Oh, that manga you recommended yesterday."
"...! Did you read it?"
"Not my thing! I like boom-boom action. Love comedy is too, um, whatever. Tastes are tastes."
"...... I see."
First person whose tastes clashed this hard.
Jiyoung used to cry her eyes out reading it and even shilled it on Twitter.
Come to think of it, she was the only one who shared my otaku tastes despite calling me a pervert all the time.
"...What're you staring at, you idiot."
"Nah, just checking if you're walking okay."
"I can walk just fine."
If only she fixed that attitude a bit.
Couldn't she be a little sweeter and more obedient like Seorah?
Yuki's looks, Jiyoung's tastes, Seorah's personality.
If a perfect girl like that showed up, even I might switch from harem bro to pure love guy.
Hmm, maybe that's too greedy.
A fed bird thinking of throwing stones, huh.
"Jiyoung."
"What."
"Come out and exercise with us sometimes. We're young now, but a few years and poof."
"Whatever happens to others..."
Instead of pointless thoughts, better focus on something productive.
Like seducing Jiyoung.
Not sure if it'd work, though.
She had the Hypnosis App, so I had zero control.
Still, she clearly liked my body.
"Wanna hit the gym since we're on the topic?"
"Fuck off."
"Why."
"Crowds make me uncomfortable. And I'm not even that fat."
"Exercise is for health, not just dieting..."
"Then home workout!"
Huh?
I turned at the sudden voice. Yuki was grinning there.
"Home workout?"
"Yeah! Landlady said we can use the stuff in the storage room. Let's do it! No people, right?"
"Well..."
Fucking perfect.
No people means stretching leads to bodies touching, sweating buckets, then showering and accidentally bumping into each other naked. Total cliché.
Damn, Shimada Yuki.
She even suggested the fake boyfriend thing for Seorah. How does she come up with these genius ideas?
No wonder she doesn't like romcoms.
Guess I'll watch more action stuff with her from now on.
"Eww, no. Why would I do that with that pervert?"
"Wanna do it with me then? I won't go easy on unni. But for oppa, a cute 'Seungchul~' and I might cut a set."
"What kinda bullshit..."
"Choose~ Me or oppa."
Well played.
Reminded me of school days—PTSD incoming—but for losers like us, socialites are the ultimate predator.
Hikikomori webtoon artist Jiyoung could never beat natural-born gyaru Yuki.
"J-Just skip it..."
"Dame, dame (No way, no way). That's not an option. It's all for unni's future."
"I got deadlines..."
"Didn't your season end? Week off, right?"
"......"
So that's why she hadn't called for my body.
Whatever, not important now.
Just watch what cornered Jiyoung picks.
Honestly, you'd rather deal with easygoing me than those sparkling eyes, right?
"......Fine. Just today."
"With who?"
"Better than that psycho. If she pushes too hard, I'll kill her."
Heh heh heh, nice.
Now when we're alone, I can let her ravage my body—
"Then Yuki joins too~!"
What.
※※※
"But Yuki, didn't you say Pilates?"
"Taking a day off~ Hard to find workout buddies like oppa here. Gotta bond while we can."
"...I see."
Damn.
Sweet, bright, all good qualities.
But even a social butterfly can't be this oblivious to the mood—
Crash!!!
"Nngh... Oppa, check my form?"
"Uh, sure."
Nope.
Just her existing was fulfilling the beauty role perfectly.
Don't get cocky after one blowjob.
She's doing this innocently, no ulterior motives. A nobody like me can't complain.
"Tilt the angle this way a bit?"
"Here?"
"No, not that side..."
"Just touch and show me~"
"Wha? Uh, o-okay..."
And I knew this was sour grapes.
Jiyoung and Seorah being virgins was miracle enough— no way this one too.
This natural skinship? Total pro.
No webnovel would have a blonde social gyaru acting slutty just for me if she was a virgin.
"......What a clown."
"You exercising in that?"
"It's normal. It'll dry."
Meanwhile, Jiyoung showed up in a stretched tee and baggy sweats.
No intent to seduce a guy whatsoever.
But that's what made it shine.
A true man imagines the massive tits shyly hidden under those loose clothes and finds happiness.
Don't fall for instant temptation.
Focus on the goal.
Seduce Jiyoung with my body to get hypnotized. Start.
"Yuki."
"Hm?"
"How's Jiyoung's condition? Flexibility, stamina..."
"Trash!"
"Fuck, anyone would struggle with your intensity."
"Even accounting for that, trash!"
A bit harsh, but Yuki was right.
Didn't expect her to collapse at warm-ups.
"Aah, no. Hurts, hurts. Really hurts."
"Unni, always whining like this."
"Where? Wrist?"
"Yeah."
She wasn't this bad before my military service.
Does drawing in the dark for years do this?
"Gotta push through pain to build stamina! You barely move in your room—what hurts? Unni's such a baby."
"What? Hey, don't talk shit if you don't know..."
"Yuki. Don't say it like that."
"Huh?"
"Speak nicer to Jiyoung."
"......"
Jiyoung needed rehab more than exercise.
A drawing-loving youth wrecking her wrist is bad news.
"But unni's super out of shape..."
"Not that. Don't judge a job you haven't tried."
"Oh... eek."
"......"
"Gimme your hand, Jiyoung. Can I touch?"
Jiyoung glared like she wanted to hit me, then turned away and stuck out her hand.
Hmm, which muscles for drawing...
"Ah, fuck...!"
"Hurts here?"
"Yeah. Don't touch—ah, aah, shit...!"
"Sorry. I'll loosen it gently—hang in there."
"Fuck, massage properly then...!"
Back in college.
Majored in mechanical engineering for jobs, but my club suited my hobbies.
That's where I met Jiyoung.
Most members were artists or video editors.
I was just a praise bot hyping their work, but I knew creators' struggles.
"Seeing a doctor?"
"Yeah... went a few days ago."
"Isn't this surgery level? Looks bad."
"Surgery now means a month off. After finale's fine."
"Quit drawing after a year? You got tons you wanna draw. Whatever you're drawing—uh, not smut or anything—it's not the end."
"......"
Whew.
Almost slipped.
I only know it's smut from hypnosis—can't act like I know.
Good, she didn't suspect.
Just a kick to my shin instead.
"Ow..."
"Who asked you to act smart. Die."
I crumpled to the floor in agony.
That bitch.
Worrying about her and she flips out.
Face beet red, Jiyoung stomped upstairs without looking back.
Non-major giving advice— that bad?
"Hmm."
"Ah, Yuki..."
Now just me on the floor and Yuki squatting with a meaningful look.
...Did I snap at her too?
This feels like...
Loner talking back?!
"Oppa."
"Y-Yeah?"
Done for.
Project "seduce Jiyoung with body" was a massive fail.
Left with pissed Jiyoung and probably pissed Yuki.
School PTSD crawling up my spine.
Hunter spotting prey expression.
Yuki approached my awkward sprawl and whispered in my ear, super quiet.
"Oppa, got a girlfriend?"
"Huh...?"
What the.
Am I hypnotized right now?