I Think Hypnosis is Cheating in NTR

Park Secretary was a competent man.

Just the fact that he was assigned to serve Kim Yujin, the sole heir to Heukcheon, said it all.

What made that possible was the organization's unwavering trust in him.

But that trust was different from the usual kind.

A long time ago, Yujin's mother had given him a direct order.

"Isn't Young Master the one designated by the previous leader as the sole heir? What do you mean 'confirm'?"

The queen who had ruled Heukcheon after the previous generation, Yujin's mother was a legendary figure known for multiplying the organization's influence many times over. What enabled her achievements was her sharp instincts and ruthless pragmatism—even toward her own son, she'd discard him without hesitation if necessary.

'If I misjudge here, I'll be purged too.'

Of course, Park Secretary's loyalty to Heukcheon was unmatched. If it benefited the organization, he was prepared to abandon Yujin, whom he'd served for years. Breaking the previous leader's will would hurt, but if it was a necessary sacrifice, his hands should be the ones stained with blood.

But lately, there was no need for such worries with Yujin.

On the contrary, he'd shown himself to be an exemplary heir—better than anyone.

'He's changed so much recently.'

The old Yujin had been somewhat intoxicated by his own power. Arrogance and confidence were essential for a leader, but only if backed by matching strength and ability.

Yujin still had plenty of glaring shortcomings, which had been tilting Park Secretary toward discarding him.

'But his recent demeanor is that of a true Heukcheon heir—no, the very embodiment of the leader's bloodline.'

Heukcheon demanded unmatched cruelty and strength. Ends justified means; if you wanted something, you took it, no matter what.

That was how Heukcheon had grown, and that was its path.

'Lately, Young Master has been following those teachings ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠perfectly.'

He wasn't the old Yujin who loved playing around anymore. No visits to entertainment districts, no wandering the streets. When he returned from school, he holed up in his room for nothing but training! He hadn't even touched alcohol, his old favorite.

And thanks to that? Yujin's skills had skyrocketed.

Park Secretary had been shocked to hear he'd taken down an ogre in one hit.

Sure, silencing the academy and those nosy pests had taken some effort, but considering the boosted prestige for Heukcheon, it was a bargain. He'd hung the heir's name out for all society to see.

Pride swelled in him. He wanted to declare boldly, 'This is our heir!'

'And for a man like that to pursue a woman so diligently...'

Park Secretary monitored Lee Younghee via the cinema's CCTV.

Of course, a powerless girl like her couldn't harm a hair on Young Master's head.

But 'what ifs' existed.

'He could crush her by force anytime, yet he doesn't. There must be a reason.'

With Yujin's power, snagging ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a mid-tier celebrity would be easy. Especially an orphan girl who was just pretty—no big deal.

Bribe her with money, or force her; Heukcheon's influence would bury it.

But Yujin chose this elaborate process instead.

Watching every meticulous step sent chills down Park Secretary's spine.

Show off his power, tighten the noose bit by bit—like a seasoned hunter toying with prey.

'He probably wants her to come begging of her own will.'

He knew the hospital surrender was just a momentary lapse. Yujin wanted her spirit fully broken—so even if her ex-boyfriend Kim Cheolsu showed up, she wouldn't waver.

'Truly impressive.'

Frankly, he questioned if Younghee ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was worth it.

But if Young Master deemed it so, there had to be a reason. As his servant, he had to support it fully.

Renting out the entire cinema and playing lewd ads—all for this.

Though it was frustrating when Yujin still held back despite all that.

'Hm? What's that?'

He'd stepped away for other work when Younghee, who'd gone outside, started acting strangely.

Her movements were odd—like fleeing from something.

They stopped when Yujin followed.

And moments later, she walked right into his arms.

Her adoring gaze could pass for a loving couple's.

"..."

Park Secretary stared at the CCTV feed and silently hit record.

Was this what he was aiming for? Young Master's true plan was finally kicking off.

(Or not)

'What the hell is going on?'

Yujin blinked at the scene before him.

His friend who'd come to the cinema with him had some liquid monster plastered on her face.

Appropriate reaction required. Go.

'How the hell should I know!'

Even a total outcast like him could tell this wasn't normal.

But calling it outright abnormal felt off too.

This was a world teeming with monsters and ability users, after all.

There was an old saying: In a world where everyone loves netorare, vanilla romance is the real abnormality.

'By that logic, maybe this slime is her accessory or pet?'

It sounded ridiculous even to him, but Yujin seriously considered it.

A seasoned outcast doesn't repeat mistakes. He'd had enough of killing the vibe by missing trends in his past life.

"Is that your pet or something?"

So he checked first.

!. !....

The slime vanished the moment he spoke.

Younghee, who'd had her head down, looked up.

But the vibe was weird.

Her pupils gleamed strangely—specifically, heart-shaped (♡).

She beamed sweetly.

"Yujinny~"

Like gazing at a precious lover.

As if the sight of him was unbearably cute.

"I'm sleeeepy~"

She drawled nasally, walked over, and snuggled right into his chest.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

Yujin gawked at the suddenness.

'...Am I dying today? Or is this a dream? Inception? Maybe this whole isekai is fake. Maybe ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'm really in a hospital bed, and a nurse is telling the doc, "Sir, this patient's smiling weird"?'

'Otherwise, no way Younghee hugs me.'

A girl liking an outcast like him? About as likely as a street approach not being Shincheonji.

He and Younghee were just friends, at best.

Definitely...

'Wait! Could Younghee actually like me? Is the chance really zero?'

Here, Yujin's trait 'optimistic thinking' activated again.

Think about it: He'd saved her from debt. They'd teamed up in class, took down an ogre. And crucially, she was the one who'd suggested hanging out this weekend!

'Is this a green light?'

A classmate girl liking him? Slim odds, sure.

But if it was real?

'Hm, but I just see her as a friend.'

Of course, Younghee was pretty, listened well, and kind.

But romantic feelings? He'd hesitate.

Not that he disliked her, but she didn't quite register as 'girl' material.

If this were an 18+ eroge and he was the protag, no hesitation.

But this was reality. Touch a girl wrong, and it's handcuffs time.

"Mmm~ If you think of anything but me, I'll hate you~"

Then Younghee rubbed her face against his chest.

Maybe the height difference? Even standing straight, she only reached his chest.

"Y-Younghee?"

"Hehe, Yujin's so taall~"

She looked up with a radiant smile.

His heart suddenly pounded.

Younghee really was pretty.

But this was too abrupt, right? Like her whole personality flipped.

Which made sense—she was being controlled by the slime.

But dense-headed Yujin had no clue.

"Younghee, let's back up a bit."

"Nooo~ I wanna stay stuck to you more~"

When he tried to peel her off, she clung harder, refusing to let go.

Shaking her head petulantly—it was too cute.

Reminded him of that adorable girl idol from some military variety show.

'Whoa, looking down like this, she's even prettier.'

Younghee stared up at him intently.

Suddenly, her arms shot up around his neck.

"Huh?"

His strength kept him steady, but she used it as leverage to hop up.

Leaning in.

Smack.

Something soft touched him.

Lips met lips.

Soon, something squishy slipped inside.

"Yes! That's it!"

Park Secretary, watching from the feed, pumped his fist in a victory pose.

That's our Young Master!