Hypnotist Han Mi-na (1)
Han Mi-na had honestly let go of her expectations. Yoo Ara's determination made sense, and so did Kim Siu's refusal to show his lessons. On top of that.
—That vixen, trying to seduce the teacher? You think I don't know what you're up to? And I heard what Yoo Ara said. She's on guard against me.
She was anxious that Han Mi-na might monopolize Kim Siu. So Han Mi-na figured she'd never allow it.
Even knowing that, she'd come to find him wearing sunglasses and a mask. For one reason.
—It's essential for effective mana rotation. That's how my skill got stronger.
—The effects are real.
Yoo Ara had vouched for Kim Siu's abilities. She genuinely respected him. It wasn't something anyone could fake. Among those under her hypnosis, no one could lie to the caster.
"Hoo."
So she'd come prepared, steeling herself. She'd persuade Kim Siu somehow, or in the worst case, hypnotize him.
But.
"Since Ara gave permission, you're welcome to observe."
"R-Really? Ara said it's okay?"
"Yes."
"……I'm flustered. I thought for sure……."
"Pardon?"
"N-No, it's nothing."
The hostility had been so palpable; she'd expected rejection. But this easy approval?
"Next week. I need to redesign the curriculum for the observation."
"You're changing the lesson content?"
"Yes. Some parts are hard to show to non-enrolled observers."
"Ah……."
She swallowed hard. Was that what Ara meant? Stripping naked and groping…….
"I-I see."
"One question."
"Yes, go ahead."
"You said you're seeking private lessons because your growth has stalled?"
"Yes."
"Can't the academy handle it?"
"……Not so far."
"What makes you think I can solve what the academy can't?"
"Ara said you're her teacher. If you turned a repeater into the top of her class, you must have some method."
"……Understood."
"S-So it's really happening?"
"Yes."
Kim Siu answered indifferently. It stung her pride somehow. If it were the un-hypnotized Han Mi-na, maybe. But this version was Korea's top star, brimming with confidence—the idol Han Mi-na.
Am I not good enough?
She'd never aggressively seduced a man, but she figured she could if she tried. Plenty of guys had chased her—fellow idols, singers, actors showing interest. She'd turned them all down, uninterested in dating, but that didn't mean she lacked appeal.
Yet this man treated her like some roadside pebble. Whether she was celebrity Han Mi-na or shut-in Han Mi-na, it didn't matter.
It's the mask.
He couldn't see her face properly, so no celebrity thrill. Feeling oddly defeated, Han Mi-na called out to Kim Siu.
"Um, excuse me!"
"Yes?"
He turned, expression genuinely asking what the issue was. No anticipation in his eyes.
This isn't right. Others lit up just from me calling them.
"W-Well."
"Speak quickly. I have a workout scheduled."
"W-Wait a sec."
Han Mi-na removed her sunglasses and mask, striking a pose from her old photoshoot. One hand swept back her hair, waist arched like a bow, one leg extended. Her breasts naturally pressed together, cleavage forming in a seductive line. She topped it with her killer wink.
It had been a magazine cover pose.
"H-How's this?"
"Expecting a critique?"
"N-No, just look closely. Isn't it a bit more feminine……."
"Stop flaunting your celebrity status. We all know you're a famous idol."
"……Th-That's not."
"Then we're done. Put your sunglasses and mask back on. People are staring."
"You're leaving?"
"This is a convenience store front. Eyes are gathering. 'Neighbors bumping into each other' doesn't hold for this long. Dating rumors would trouble us both."
"R-Right. Sorry."
Kim Siu bowed slightly and entered the store as if nothing happened. Han Mi-na felt oddly snubbed but couldn't act.
"Isn't that Han Mi-na over there?"
As Kim Siu said, without the mask, gazes converged. Before more attention, Han Mi-na hurried home.
"Hoo."
Inside the store, I subtly exhaled in relief.
That was close.
Watching maskless Han Mi-na strike that photoshoot pose and wink, I'd struggled to stay composed. I'd never been swayed by her looks anyway—Yoo Ara and Lee Hye-ri were beauties who drew eyes too.
But she is an idol. That moment nearly cracked my poker face into a smile. I'd barely held it.
"I need to stay level-headed until Han Mi-na becomes my student."
To do that, she had to see me treating her like any other student. A teacher unmoved by fame. Unmoved by looks. Coldly focused on skill alone.
That image was key to recruiting her. Make her aware I'm stingy with praise—then future compliments would hit harder.
"Gotta plan Ara's lesson carefully."
That would be the crucial step for enlisting Han Mi-na.
"Hoo……."
Lee Hye-ri returned home after class, calming her pounding heart as she sat on the bed.
"Hah, hah."
In the mirror, her flushed face stared back.
Gulp.
Excited, aroused. She'd been like this since that day. Fine during class, but on the way home—the bus ride warmed her core, and by arrival, her legs weakened from heat.
"Hah, hah."
Rushing home, she lifted her skirt slightly…….
"So wet……."
Her panties soaked through with slick.
One reason for this flood.
—This is the labia minora. Yours has thick outer lips hiding it, making a pretty shape. To stimulate, gently part here.
—You produce a lot of fluid.
—Everyone's sweet spots differ; find yours. You're sensitive, Hye-ri.
Kim Siu's "reward" after asking him to teach self-pleasure. His voice and touches replayed on the walk home, turning her into this lewd, sensitive girl.
Lee Hye-ri moaned, stripping slowly. Off came the prim shirt, skirt, underwear—her curvaceous body reflected back.
"I've got such a slutty body."
Pale skin, huge breasts, slim waist, trimmed pubes above her pussy. Every feature screamed erotic.
Asking her teacher to teach masturbation with this body. Embarrassing.
But satisfying too. She'd pleased him. Her feminine pride swelled.
She caressed her breasts. Tweaking pink nipples like blooming petals…….
"Ahh……."
Pleasure rippled. Watching herself, they hardened under gentle touches.
Her hand drifted lower, past pubes to her dripping slit, prominent clit.
—This is the clitoris. Women's most sensitive spot. Too rough hurts, but soft strokes bring peak pleasure.
Kim Siu's voice echoed. Imagining him, fingering her clit felt like his touch.
Following his lessons, the joy dwarfed solo play. Her hips bucked instinctively. Proud of absorbing his teachings like a sponge.
Like mastering Cheonryu Strike Style—her learning was swift.
"I'm an excellent student…… Hnng!"
Unlike Ara unnie, I did it. Won a reward too. Now, barring Baek Han-beom, I'm Class A top.
"I'm the best student. Haaah! Deserve teacher's rewards…… Hnngh!!"
Legs splayed vulgarly, fingering her pussy—her body quivered.
How could she be so lewd? Teacher must see her that way. Couldn't hold back, got hard, pounded her pussy.
"Teacher, teacher……."
Watch me. Your excellent student.
"The masturbation you taught…… I'm doing it so well……."
Her fingers hit her G-spot perfectly. Legs shook violently as taught.
Strength fled.
"Kyaa!"
Legs buckled weakly. Spread wide, her pussy gleamed exposed, devouring her fingers greedily.
Drooling slit eating fingers—or fingers ravaging her pussy.
In the mirror, those fingers were teacher's; the gaping pussy, hers. Just receiving his lesson.
"Hah, haang! Hnnnghh!!"
Teacher who saw her as student, not sex object. Said she could do it when all doubted. Knew her potential when others were shocked.
"Teacher, teacher, Siu teacher……."
I'll be your most precious disciple. The best.
"So I'll keep earning rewards."
Spank my ass, torment my pussy like this.
"Teacher, fuck the rewarding Hye-ri's pussy with your cock!"
It felt too good then—aaah!
"Hnnnghh!!!"
Psshht! Splurt! Splurt!
Lee Hye-ri squirted toward the mirror. Clear urine splashed the glass reflecting her.
Like pissing on her own face—intense depravity hit.
"Hnnnngh……. Feels so good."
No one will take first from me. Teacher's star pupil is mine.
"I'll never lose first place……."
She panted, murmuring.