Common Sense Alteration Date 1
In the end, Jung Taeyang left without ever inserting into me. Well, it's not like he just up and abandoned me—he neatly cleaned up all the clothes scattered and soaked on the bathroom floor before leisurely vanishing. Come to think of it, I have no idea how he made these clothes so fluffy and dry. Even with the Hypnosis App, if it can control inanimate objects like that, isn't it just a straight-up cheat key at that point? Not that the Hypnosis App isn't basically a cheat key anyway.
"Haa..."
I can feel the green and orange condoms dangling from my hair swaying. The green one's filled with semen from that nameless male student, and the orange from Jung Taeyang. Maybe because time has passed, or perhaps it was always like this, but the orange condom's scent is thicker, more intense. Sure, after cumming so many times for Taeyang, my lust shouldn't be building up again so soon... but with these things hanging off me, all sorts of thoughts start creeping in unbidden. Why didn't he just fuck me already? Seeing the condoms swaying above my heavy head naturally fills my mind with that question. No matter how I think about it, there's no reason he shouldn't have. This is my body now, but objectively speaking, Lee Sebin has a ridiculously fuckable body and face. He's utterly incomprehensible.
I glance sideways on impulse. Jung Taeyang's sprawled out asleep, while Yubin is handling the male students' sexual relief. It's class time, but she's crawled under the desk, slurping away at their cocks like a total slut. No one used her earlier, but now that some time has passed, the class seems to have gotten used to it.
But she's into girls, right? She's way too good at this.
"That's the aspirant..."
I wonder what official Sex Processing staff even do. The thought crosses my mind, but it's pointless anyway.
*
When I came to, class was already over. The temporary class rep stands from her seat, shouting "Attention! Salute!" while flipping up her skirt. Even the female teacher responds to the greeting by flipping up her own skirt—it's striking.
Striking? It's just a normal sight, so why does it feel striking? No matter how I turn it over in my head, it has to be Jung Taeyang messing with my mind.
I close my eyes for a brief meditation session, and that's when our homeroom teacher, Jung Cheonghye, enters.
"Okay, everyone sit. We won't end the day if even one person's missing."
Man, it's been ages since I heard that line. Probably because it's early in the semester, the students quickly follow the teacher's orders and take their seats. The class falls silent in an instant, and the teacher starts passing something around.
"Here."
The kid in the front row hands it back to me. It's my Student ID.
"...Huh?"
But, fuck. Why does the photo look like this?
"Oh, it came out great."
Jung Taeyang, who's somehow awake now, chimes in from beside me with his appraisal. Great? I start feeling embarrassed despite myself. No, fuck—that's not it. Why the hell does the photo look like this?
The me on the Student ID looks utterly depraved. Leaning against the wall, squirting while making a bitch-in-heat face. Staring at that photo suddenly brings back memories from a few days ago. The time I was under hypnosis, convinced this was all normal, hitting my first orgasm in the photo booth.
"...!"
How the hell? Yeah, okay, that makes sense. I was hypnotized back then, so even if I took a photo like that, it wouldn't be weird. But for the school-issued Student ID to actually use this photo? Does that mean the entire school is already under Jung Taeyang's control?
"How..."
It's ridiculous. Hypnotize the whole school and all the teachers in just three days with the Hypnosis App? How is that even possible?
I stare at him in shock, and he just grins.
"Surprise~"
Surprise my ass. But judging by the class's vibe, no one thinks it's strange at all. Even the girls are holding Student IDs with similar photos.
...This is kinda scary. Like that saying about going to a one-eyed kingdom and suddenly you're the freak. Exactly that feeling.
"No, but what's the point of making Student IDs like this..."
No matter how I think about it, it feels like a waste. Why not just hypnotize the girls instead? Then he could do all sorts of stuff right away. But who the hell uses something like this? It's just a decorative trinket with zero practicality.
"It's a fantasy."
"..."
Yeah. Honestly, it's hot. Even I'd get turned on having something like this. But isn't that only because he can't just hook up with whoever he wants? He could fuck anyone at will, so why bother with this?
I glare at him like he's pathetic, and whether it's because he feels awkward or ashamed of his own words, Jung Taeyang looks a bit sheepish.
"Anyway. Wanna go on a date?"
"A date?"
I furrow my brow and repeat the word. A date? Like, the one I know?
"The date you know. Like going out and hanging."
"Why would I..."
"If we date, I'll take your virginity."
"..."
Now I can't even say no.
*
A date. Cafe, then movie, then dinner. Yeah, just do that and it'll be fine. Then I can finally... I steel myself like that, but the idea of going on a date with a guy still disgusts me to no end. Becoming his personal slave is a separate issue, so whatever. But dates are for guys and girls who are at least kinda close, right? We've had plenty of "body talk," but I still don't think of Jung Taeyang as a friend.
"Life."
Maybe it'd be better if he acted a little weirder. Of course, there are still two condoms dangling from my hair clip, but my outfit's changed to something normal for a date. This feels way too much like a real, vanilla date, and it makes me wanna puke.
"Been waiting?"
Jung Taeyang comes running from across the way. He dashed off saying he'd grab something, and he's back in under five minutes. But no matter how I look, it doesn't seem like he brought anything.
"Here."
"What is it?"
"A rotor."
...Yeah, figures. This is more like it. Stay trashy forever. That way, my conscience stays clear.
What he handed me wasn't just the rotor—there was transparent tape too. Obvious what anyone would do with it. I immediately shove the rotor in, taping it over my nipples and clit.
"I didn't even tell you to do it yourself. You just go and stick it on?"
"You were gonna tell me to anyway."
"True enough."
Let's not talk anymore.
*
The bustling downtown area—read: the standard date course. Our first stop is a cafe.
"Go order."
I send Jung Taeyang off and take a seat. A nice secluded corner spot. The rotor hasn't been turned on once so far, but who knows when or where he'll flip the switch. That said, these condoms are driving me insane. I can't exactly go around explaining them to passersby.
In the end, I had no choice but to come here wrapped in shame.
"Here."
Just then, Jung Taeyang hands me an empty cup. It's light, so I pop the lid—totally clean inside, nothing there.
"What the hell? Why's it empty?"
"Gotta fill it up now."
"Haa..."
I unclip the condoms from my hair and pour them into the empty cup. The green one's completely cold, the orange still faintly warm. Sticky semen gushes out from inside. I shake out every last drop before handing the foul-smelling coffee cup back to Jung Taeyang.
"Huh? You want me to drink it?"
"You kidding? How am I supposed to drink something that's gone cold like this? Obviously, you gotta add some fresh, hot, thick load of your own."
"Ah, ah... You scared me."
What nonsense. As if a guy would drink semen. That's for girls. But I'm a guy too... No, my body's a girl's, so...
"Make me cum."
"Huh?"
"Get under here and do it. You."
"Not doing it myself?"
"It turns me on when you do it."
"...For real."
He dives right in. My head's spinning. How does he just say embarrassing shit like that to a girl? Isn't that the kinda thing you only say after years together?
"Fine..."
In the end, I slip between Jung Taeyang's legs. I undo his belt, and his massive cock springs right back up.
"Haa..."
Why the fuck do women go crazy for something like this? It's so annoying.