Heading Home 1
"Haha... Ahaha..."
After that horrific first encounter with the pink-haired girl, I sat on the bench, laughing like I'd gone insane.
It was too much to take in with a sane mind. Some random woman comes sprinting in naked, then suddenly turns around and starts sucking my dick like a maniac. Even I'd have called her a crazy bitch if I'd seen it. And that expression, that tone of voice. Combining all my memories from my male days with Lee Sebin's, I'd never faced hostility that intense before. She looked at me like I was literal trash. I had to admit, when a girl that stunning made a face of pure contempt, it almost felt like a reward.
But only up to a point. True contempt—the kind that poured out everything, beyond sincerity—that was...
"Did she suddenly go nuts? What's her deal?"
The pervert sitting next to me stared at me like I was the crazy one, then turned to his smartphone, searching for something.
"Haha..."
What made it even more infuriating was that I didn't even have that kind of taste. I was the victim of an innocent pervert frame-up, and yet here I was, suffering like this. So unfair...!
Might as well have been caught by that guy in the bathroom earlier. Back then, I'd cum over and over, out of my mind, and the guy's face had shown confusion, sure—but no contempt. If anything, he'd looked insanely jealous.
Compared to that, now I was fully aware while doing that shit, and getting utterly despised... Fucking hell.
I wanted to go back to being a guy. Damn that hypnosis app. Damn this hypnosis game.
"Oh... she's gone? No way she did that because of this girl, right?"
Suddenly, he shoved his phone screen in front of my eyes. And there she was—the pink-haired girl from moments ago.
"Huh? You know her?"
"Ugh, semen stench. Back off a bit."
"Y-you're the one who made me like this!"
Even as I said it, I instinctively put some distance between us. My body reeked even worse now, thanks to the fresh load splattered all over me moments ago.
"Anyway, she's one of my close targets... Didn't see this coming."
The pervert casually swiped through the screen a few times, tapping away.
"Hmm, not making much progress with her either. But she looks fun, so whatever."
"W-what are you talking about?"
"We've seen enough. Time to head home."
He stood up. I started to follow, then glanced at my current state and plopped right back down.
"Like this?"
I couldn't even gargle with semen in my mouth anymore to step out confidently.
"You've been running around all day. Aren't you tired? Time to go rest."
Cheerful snap echoes.
Misty fog clinging to my head dissipates.
Memories flooded back vividly, and bit by bit, my sanity returned...
"...Huh? Huh? What?"
Just one day, but so much had happened. Going to school braless and getting caught by Jung Taeyang, kidnapped and hit with all sorts of weird hypnosis, packing my suitcase to escape...? Getting lost on the way and meeting that Lee Da-hyeon...? On the subway... the bathroom... the park...
"W-what the... What the fuck..."
Sanity restored. What the hell had I done? What kind of retarded shit...?
"Who—who are you? How?!"
I yelled at the pervert, then flinched. It wasn't him anymore.
His face—the decent-looking guy from the restaurant, my "type"—blurred, morphing into another.
"Jung Taeyang...?"
How long? No, I could guess when. When he released me and sent me home. Cherishing those mystery toys I didn't remember buying, changing into that barely-decent-but-obviously-slutty outfit...
"...Urp!"
The sudden whiff of semen hit me, nausea surging. I dry-heaved a few times, but nothing came up.
"Man, this is harder than I thought. Didn't expect you to lose your suitcase, and I was gonna make you do some pink-haired fun times too."
The pervert—Jung Taeyang—had reverted to his familiar face. New memories overlaid the old ones. The guy next to Lee Da-hyeon? That was him.
"Why... why..."
"It's a game world, right? Then play the game. No point running offstage. I wanted to hit up open-air baths in the countryside, wander around... but you lost your suitcase, so home it is."
> Ziiing.
"No matter what, come to school. Don't even think about skipping. I'll wipe the rest now. Got other targets to conquer."
Jung Taeyang pocketed his smartphone and shouldered his bag.
"Ready to head home?"
"W-wait! How am I supposed to go out like th—"
Shame, humiliation, defeat crashed over me like a tidal wave, barely holding my mind together. But I squeezed out the words. I couldn't spend the night in some unknown park covered in cum. My dignity was already trampled, but I wasn't ready to abandon my humanity entirely. I hadn't fully submitted yet. Hypnotized or not, I wasn't corrupted. Right now, I was sane.
If I'd still been hypnotized, maybe... No. What nonsense was I thinking? I shook my head violently.
Jung Taeyang watched, amused.
"What? Want another mouth cum? Then you could report me, right?"
"S-stop joking... For real..."
"Fine, got it. Plenty more playtime ahead. Can't break you yet."
He rummaged in his bag. His words were horrifying—promising to toy with me like a plaything. Yet I felt relief. At least he'd get me home safe.
I waited for clothes from his bag. But he zipped it shut and grinned.
"Do some aegyo. Super slutty and cute. Then I'll give 'em."
"A-aegyo?"
The sudden demand left me gaping. I'm a guy? No, even as a real girl in this situation, sane people don't do aegyo.
As I hesitated, he sighed dramatically.
"Don't want to? Walk home as is."
"W-wait! I can! I was thinking... thinking..."
"Now or never."
How? I had no clue about girly aegyo. Never had a girlfriend to see it from. But... I had to. He'd ditch me for real.
Deep breath. Resolve hardened.
"Pwease, gimme~..."
Looking up from below, lisping like an idiot. My face burned already.
But it didn't even graze Taeyang's standards.
"That's it?"
"Huh?"
"Fucking lame. Don't want clothes? Oh~ Exhibitionism's still on, so you wanna walk home horny? Okay~"
"N-no, no, no! Wait!"
I grabbed his clothes as he turned away. For real? I had to do more?
"Semen stink."
I yanked my hands back, stumbling away. Taeyang smirked unpleasantly.
"Again. Aegyo time."
"H-how..."
"One minute. Think fast."
He sat back on the bench, timing me on his phone.
"Ahh, ugh..."
I fidgeted in front of him. Sane, I'd refuse aegyo outright. After going insane and ending up like this outdoors? No ideas.
"Time's up. Go."
"...O-oppa..."
That word twisted my male ego into knots. But it was all I knew. And it flopped.
"Fifty seconds. Again."
"Why shorter?!"
"My rules. I said slutty and cute? Where's the slutty?"
"Ugh..."
Fifty seconds. Then forty. Thirty, twenty, ten. An hour later, I finally landed one.
"Hm, decent now."
"S-so...!"
"Yeah, hold on."
"Haa..."
I collapsed, gasping. Horrific. I'd lost something—not just as a man, or woman, but as a human. My mistake assuming "cute aegyo." He wanted depraved, lewd filth.
...Nothing left to lose anyway.
"Here."
Taeyang approached with something from his bag. A dog collar—I knew that much. But why bring it to me?
He casually fastened it around my neck, clipping the leash. Absurdly, I thought, Of course people walk with dog collars; am I hypnotized again?
"What's this...?"
Too exhausted to resist properly, I asked. He shoved his phone at me again.
"Can't make fake clothes with hypnosis. So if you're naked but no one minds? Stay sane, turn into a dog. Fun, right?"
> Ding-a-ling!
"Wha-what bullshit..."
My words cut off. When I came to, I was on all fours, crawling on the ground.