Semen-Addicted Exam Prep Student (3)
"Sorry, but I really have to go—something urgent came up! Catch you later!"
Bam!
"What the hell..?"
Kim Min-ah bolted out like she was fleeing, and in the suddenly quiet room, I muttered blankly to myself. It wasn't my place to say as the one who'd hypnotized her, but she was definitely off today. Normally, even while giving me a blowjob, she'd pause for breath now and then, chat a bit. But today? No such leisure—she just went straight for it, nonstop.
"And she was even better than usual."
I'd thought her skills had improved, but that was before experiencing Yoo Seo-yeon. Yoo Seo-yeon's blowjobs were on another level entirely, worlds apart in experience from me or Kim Min-ah. They made me realize just how one-note Kim Min-ah's had been.
I'd called her over today just to blow off some steam without the hassle of summoning Yoo Seo-yeon. But damn, it felt different—way different from usual.
The first round started sticky as ever, nothing new. But the second? She barely acknowledged my chit-chat before latching back on, sucking every drop of precum off my glans like she was cleaning house, then dove right back in without a word.
The third? No breaks at all. Not as masterful as Yoo Seo-yeon, but she targeted my weak spots with her tongue, teasing every inch, milking me out faster than ever. She didn't even register my words midway through.
"What the hell's going on?"
Her loving the taste of semen? Fine, I'd hypnotized her for that. But this ravenous, starved-for-it frenzy like Yoo Seo-yeon? That was weird.
"Must be the hypnosis I put on her.."
It was long-winded, but boiled down:
1. The goshiwon manager provides sexual relief services to residents for 60,000 won.
2. Semen tastes mysteriously addictive—you want to swallow it. Can't dirty the floor, so down it goes.
"Just those two, so what's.."
Pondering her state, a plausible answer hit me.
"No way—did 'addicted' in the hypnosis make her actually addicted?"
Feeling it tastes good versus being straight-up addicted? Big difference. The former means you enjoy it, maybe crave more—but stops there. The latter? Full-blown junkie.
"Un-fucking-believable."
I couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected twist. Not intentional, but after a month-plus of gulping my loads, Kim Min-ah was hooked for real.
That alone? No issue. Semen isn't illegal like drugs or bad for the body. Plus, she'd gotten her daily fix from me without a hitch.
The problem started when I bagged Yoo Seo-yeon and stopped calling for her services. I was satisfied elsewhere, but her? Sudden cutoff from her supply—she must've been suffering.
Come to think of it, haven't you been calling for service lately? My casual question yesterday? Probably her limit, a roundabout SOS. Prideful as she was, she'd held out till she couldn't.
"Kinda feel bad now."
Not like Yoo Seo-yeon with her grudge. Hell, thanks to hypnosis, she was my first friend after leaving home.
"And she's got exams to study for."
I knew her family situation roughly—not as wrecked as mine, but poor enough she'd ditched college to cram for the public servant exam.
If she was losing control like earlier, no way she could focus on studying.
"..I've owed her a lot, too. Gotta take proper care of her, right?"
Win-win for us both, of course. I fired up the Succubus System and pondered.
"First, fix the addiction issue."
Too late since she services me, but I didn't want it screwing her studies.
"Though I do miss that spaced-out face."
She's a knockout baseline—her melting into semen bliss never got old.
"Might as well make it like real drugs?"
Hypnosis can't alter semen chemistry, but suggestions like "feels good" or "relieves stress"? Easy.
She's already hooked, so it'd stick. I punched it in right away.
Drinking semen makes you feel good.
"Pfft."
I burst out laughing at the low cost. From messing with Yoo Seo-yeon, cheap points meant the target's state already aligned closely. Not zero because of nuances in "how good" or denial.
Eating semen relieves stress.
A bit more, but still low. Pre-hypnosis? Would've taken 100k+ easy.
"Can splurge more than expected."
Positive semen effects cost peanuts, and daily Yoo Seo-yeon fucks netted plenty of points. Room to push.
Eating semen completely relieves stress, clears distracting thoughts for the day, and boosts focus.
"Jumped suddenly."
Tried two days—added 20k points. No spare, so one day it was.
My stockpile plummeted the second I hit apply.
"Gonna milk this high proper."
First, reset our dynamic. Texted her right away.
No matter how embarrassing, daily ramen life—she couldn't resist chimaek temptation.
"Why no reply..?"
Not even read. "Blocked me?" After all this?
Reply came after I got bored, ran games till dark.
Cool as ever. Not mad—her aloof vibe was the charm.
30 min meant bare-minimum prep. Girls take over an hour washing hair sometimes.
"Shower? Nah."
Brush after eating, no need washing hair for nearby chicken. Skip shower— she digs my cock scent.
Loafed 30 min, stepped out—there she was in her usual tracksuit, poker-faced.
"That damn tracksuit every day?"
"Says the guy in jeans and polo—pot, kettle?"
"Looks good on me anyway."
"I'm hot enough—guys ask for my number like this."
"Real people hit on you in the street? Not embarrassing?"
"Losers like you wouldn't get it—happens all the time."
"Touché."
"Who asked you to yap? I'm hungry—let's go."
Bold escape earlier, but attitude same as ever. Maybe playing it cool to slide past.
"Usual spot?"
"My pick today. Pass on Red Honey Combo."
"..Whatever."
Red Honey's her fave—usually picked around it. But needed privacy for talk, so partition booth. Lucky, one nearby.
"BibiQ? Pricey and meh."
"Blame you—sick of Red Honey, want clean fried."
"Wh-who asked you to match my taste?"
"Didn't, but you always picked it."
"......"
Not splitting bills—I pay, she's got no comeback. Snagged corner booth; big beer mug arrived first.
Downed half each in gulps, slammed 'em.
"Ahh.."
"Total ajusshi."
"Shut up—beer's for chugging."
I chuckled; she shot back, ears pink.
Hit the real talk post-meal?
No point souring appetite early. Beer won't drunk her much, but tipsy? More honest.
She waited oblivious for chicken; I smirked inwardly. Tonight changes everything between us—fast.