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I gently pushed away the hand kneading my stomach, ruffled my messy hair, and sat up. Iran turned to look at me, her lips still stained with that lingering crimson flush, and asked for my name.
“...What about you? What’s your name?”
“Me?”
Come to think of it, the last time I’d properly introduced myself was probably back in high school. I used to do it all the time as a kid, but now the words wouldn’t come out. It felt like I’d simply forgotten how to greet someone naturally. Still, I couldn’t just stay silent in a situation like this.
“...Im Chan-woo.”
“What’s with the sudden hesitation? Then, how old are you?”
“Me? Twenty.”
“...What? You’re younger than me?”
“Yeah.”
“But why are you speaking so casually?”
“You want me to treat you like an adult over a single year’s difference? I could, if you really want.”
“...Never mind.”
Iran clicked her tongue with a sigh, clearly annoyed by my mocking tone. She turned her head away and let out a small groan as she stood up.
“...Then I should go finish talking with the others.”
She was probably thinking of speaking with Seo-hee and the rest. Iran reached out to grab the doorknob. I caught the hand on the opposite side.
“...What? What’s wrong?”
Still seated, I held her hand, forcing her to look down at me. Our eyes met. Iran’s gaze followed my much taller frame as it rose, flicking back and forth between my hand gripping her wrist and my face.
I wasn’t done enjoying myself yet. I wasn’t about to let her end things on her own.
I raised my other hand and covered both of her eyes. The light vanished. Plunged into darkness, Iran muttered, “What are you doing?” and lifted the hand that had been on the doorknob, trying to pull my fingers away.
No you don’t.
“What the—? What are you doing? Just let go for a second… uh…”
A sliver of light still leaked through the gaps in my fingers. The blue glow radiating from my hand completely filled her vision.
At first, Iran let out a short, startled moan, surprised by the sudden light. But the hand she’d raised to push mine away gradually lost strength.
“...”
Soon after, her hand dropped limply to her side with a soft thud. I couldn’t see her eyes behind my palm, but her mouth had gone slack, hanging open. Drool trickled down from the corner of her lips.
This should be enough.
To check, I removed the hand covering her eyes. Iran’s pupils had turned completely vacant, dyed a deep blue. Staring into those hollow, empty eyes reminded me of Hui-ju’s face the first time I’d tested this ability.
It was the simple hypnosis I’d used right after eating the fruit—my very first power. True to its name, that basic hypnosis had been exactly that: basic. If the command clashed too violently with the victim’s common sense or if their original consciousness strongly rejected it, they would snap out of it almost immediately.
But what I’d just cast on Iran wasn’t some weak, half-assed hypnosis. This was dozens—hundreds—of times stronger. It plunged the target’s mind into a state of total, defenseless vulnerability.
Ever since meeting that man who had dragged me to that strange beach, this ability seemed to have grown strangely more potent. Making trees sprout in the middle of an empty road. Dominating Chae-yun and Seo-hee’s consciousness. I’d wondered yesterday if there were still more powers I didn’t know about.
Now, thanks to the fruit’s strength, all the things I could do floated clearly through my mind. This power that had sunk Iran into deep hypnosis was one of them.
“...Good.”
Standing in front of the blankly staring Iran, I rubbed my chest with a small surge of satisfaction at my success. Calming my rising excitement, I leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.
“...There’s no need to rush, is there? You’ve already been through something exhausting earlier. How about you rest a little longer while I give you a massage?”
“...Was I… tired…? I guess…? Yeah… I’m… sleepy…”
Iran mumbled to herself in a daze. Drool still spilled from the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t seem to notice. Her consciousness had already fallen into an ocean-like abyss.
I stepped back and sat down in the same spot as before.
“...That’s right. Didn’t the massage earlier feel good, baby? I’ll give you as much as you want.”
“...The massage… felt good… it felt good, but… that…”
Iran fidgeted anxiously, twisting her legs together with an uneasy expression.
Did she notice something was off?
I swallowed hard, careful not to let her see.
“...Why? Did something feel strange?”
“It’s not that…”
Her lightless pupils dropped to the floor as both cheeks flushed pink. She hesitated, as if trying to speak, then gave up and bit down hard on her lower lip.
God, this is frustrating.
“Would you like to ‘tell me what the problem is?’”
“Eek?! …Ah… I… have to… tell you…”
To break the awkward silence stalling things, I laced my words with just a bit of coercive force. Her pupils dilated in surprise, trembled slightly, then returned to normal size. She repeated my words in a small voice and finally released her bitten lip.
“The massage… felt good, but something felt strange… down here it felt so good… so, without realizing it… I started feeling really weird…”
Looking embarrassed, Iran lowered her head and rubbed her lower belly.
Ah, so that’s what it was. No matter how little sexual experience she had, she was still an adult. The knowledge and common sense in her head must have triggered a sense of déjà vu when she felt that pleasure.
Well, it didn’t really matter.
“What’s wrong with that? ‘Massages are supposed to feel good.’”
“…Massages… are supposed to feel good… that’s normal…”
“Exactly. Come here. I’ll keep going.”
I added a stronger tone at the end. The anxiety slowly faded from Iran’s face as she repeated my words. She uncrossed her legs and approached me.
“Alright, lie down and put your legs over here.”
“…Um, but that would mean…”
The embarrassing position of spreading her legs and exposing her crotch to me. Iran clearly felt some reluctance toward the pose I’d ordered.
What’s so complicated about it? I decided to loosen her up a bit while I had the chance.
“Why are you so embarrassed? ‘It’s just a massage.’”
“…It’s just… a massage…?”
“That’s right. So there’s no need to feel ashamed.”
“…No need… to feel ashamed…”
Only then did she relax. Iran sat down and lay back. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly spread her legs.
The tights she’d changed into after I’d torn her previous pair clung tightly to her skin. The black fabric caught the light coming through the window, clearly outlining the shape of her pussy as if on display.
She’s so shy about everything else—how does she even wear something like this?
“…Um…”
“Yeah?”
“Hurry… with the massage…”
I’d clamped down hard on her sense of shame with the suggestion, but she still found the situation embarrassing. Her face flushed red as she fidgeted with her fingers, urging me on.
“…Ahaha, sorry. Shall we begin then?”
“…Yes.”
I pressed both thumbs lightly into her belly. The small resistance from her muscles pushed back against my fingers before trying to return to its original shape. I pressed again. Repeated the motion.
“…”
“…”
An awkward silence settled between us for a moment. But it didn’t last long.
“…Nngh…♡”
A cute sound like a small bird chirping. It snapped me out of my unintended focus. When I lifted my head to find the source, I saw Iran’s face had turned bright red—far more than before. She was biting down on her collar, drenched in sweat, desperately trying to hold back her moans.
So fucking cute.
Every woman I’d met so far had been the kind of beauty that made the word “pretty” slip out automatically. Seo-hee with her cool looks and sharp, attractive eyes. Hui-ju, whose seductive aura probably came from Chae-yun’s influence. And Su-a with her bold, strong image. Among them, Chae-yun had come closest to the word “cute,” but unlike Chae-yun who split the difference between seductive and adorable, Iran’s impression was unmistakably that of a “cute girl” at first glance. The subtle sensuality that flowed from her only made that cuteness stand out even more.
“…”
Without a word, I lowered my head and massaged the area over her womb. The trembling I felt at my fingertips traveled up my hand, through my arm.
“Ah, nngh♡ …Haa…♡”
“…How does it feel?”
“Feels… so good…♡”
A smile I had never seen before—not even before the hypnosis. Seeing Iran smile while drowning in pleasure made something boil up inside me.
“…I’ll make it feel even better.”
“…Heh?”
I pulled out the aphrodisiac I’d kept in my back pocket. Seo-hee had given it to me, so I always carried it around, but I never expected to use it here. I opened the cap and poured some into my hand. The cold, sticky liquid touched my palm. I transferred it to my other hand, rubbed my palms together, and spread it wide.
“…What’s that…”
“It’s massage oil.”
“…Massage oil…”
“That’s right. It’ll be much more effective if we use this. Take off the clothes covering the spot you said felt good earlier.”
“…♡”
Without saying a word, Iran grabbed the bottom of her top with both hands and lifted it slightly. Her pure white belly was revealed. The faint sheen of sweat on her pale skin caught the light, making it look incredibly lewd…
“…Okay, I’m starting now?”
“…Yes♡”
I brought both oil-covered hands to her stomach. The moment they made contact with a soft splat—
“Nnghha?!♡”
Iran suddenly threw her head back, her whole body shuddering violently.
“H-hot…♡ It’s hot…♡”
“Sorry, should I stop?”
If she was feeling pain, I had to stop. If it was strong enough to break even this deep hypnosis, it might affect her sanity. But it seemed my worry was unnecessary. Iran grabbed my wrist before I could pull away. Then she spoke to me in a voice thick with arousal.
“Don’t… don’t stop…♡ Massage… more…♡”
“…Alright.”
Without hesitation, I kneaded her belly, now soaked with the aphrodisiac. Each time I did, Iran’s body jolted as if she’d been electrocuted. I savored the depraved thrill of defiling her most precious, pure place.
Her womb, which until just moments ago had known nothing of pleasure, was now writhing joyfully at the external stimulation.
“My belly… it’s so hot inside…♡ Feels so gooood…♡ The massage feels so gooood…♡”
It wasn’t an explosive pleasure. It was a slow, tickling sensation that crept into her mind. Her eyes had gone completely unfocused as she stared blankly at the ceiling, panting. Any trace of tension had vanished from her body.
She really does have a talent for feeling it this way, huh?
“Something…♡ Something’s coming…♡”
Her voice began to tremble more and more. Every time I pressed on her womb, sticky honey gushed from her pussy. The tights blocking her entrance were growing visibly wet.
“What is this…! I don’t know, it’s scaryyy…♡♡”
Tears welled in Iran’s eyes from the very first pleasure she’d ever felt. I quickly leaned down to her ear.
“It’s okay. It’s not scary—it feels good. Does it hurt? No, right? Just focus on the feeling… ‘It’s just something that feels good.’”
“…Ah♡ It feels… it feels good…♡”
“That’s right. Don’t hold it in. Let it out.”
“Feels so good…♡ It’s hot and wet inside my belly…♡”
I lifted my hands from her twitching lower belly and slowly dragged my fingers from the top of her crotch all the way up to her navel.
“Ahh♡ Ahn…♡ That feels good…♡ Ah, aah, nngh…♡ Haaee…♡”
That was all it took. Her already hypersensitive skin and womb couldn’t withstand even that small pleasure. She trembled quietly as the very first climax of her life slowly burned through her brain.
“Ah, aah♡ Nngh…♡ Ahh…♡”
Iran was soaking through her tights, even losing control of her bladder. …It looked like pushing any further would be too much. I decided to wrap things up for today.
I sat up. She was still lying there, staring at the ceiling and savoring her orgasm. I whispered one last time into her ear.
“How was it? Feels good, right? I told you it wasn’t scary. You’re going to forget everything that just happened. But the good feeling, the warmth you’re experiencing right now, will stay inside you. So whenever I rub your belly like this…”
“Nnghok?!♡”
Iran’s hips bucked violently once more.
“See? It feels good, doesn’t it? If you ever feel even the slightest bit of stress, this ‘good feeling’ will come to mind. You’ll try to figure out what it is, but you won’t be able to. However, if you come to me, you’ll remember what it is.”
“Feels… good…♡♡”
“…Haha, that’s right. Only I can give you that ‘good feeling.’ Alright, it’s time to return to normal.”
Iran was smiling in a way that made it hard to believe she’d just experienced her first orgasm. I covered her eyes with my hand once more and released another wave of blue light.