Failed Escape and Hypnotic Ecstasy
"Ah." I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. Staring up at that strange ceiling, I wondered where the hell I was, until it suddenly hit me—this was a motel. But don't motels usually have mirrors on the ceiling?
"Ugh... ahk." As I slowly sat up, a sharp pain shot through my lower body, making me grimace. It hadn't hurt that much yesterday, but now that it was all over and I was trying to get up, it stung a little. Rubbing my lower belly, I quickly scanned the room.
The bed was neatly made, and Jung Taeyang was lying next to me, fast asleep. The moment I saw his face, yesterday's events flooded back into my mind crystal clear.
"..." Fuck, should I just stab him and kill myself too? But there wasn't so much as a knife anywhere nearby, let alone anything sharp. Of course, he probably hadn't anticipated this much...
"Ah." Then, my eyes landed on the smartphone sitting on the table. Jung Taeyang's phone. The one with the hypnosis app installed.
I approached it like I was entranced. He was only scary because of that app anyway. Without it, he was just some ordinary guy. And as I reached out for the phone...
"Uwaa... you're awake?" His voice came from behind me.
I snatched the phone and backed toward the door. Even if he was a guy with better physical strength than me, he wouldn't dare move recklessly with the phone in my hand.
Taeyang rubbed his eyes, yawned, then noticed I wasn't beside him and looked puzzled. He glanced around before his eyes finally met mine at the door.
"...Why are you standing there like that?" He didn't react much to the sight of me—just yawned sleepily a few times, nothing noteworthy. Did he not see the phone in my hand?
"...Just. Going to grab my clothes." Luckily, I had a perfect excuse. Hadn't he made me leave my clothes in the hallway to humiliate me before we came in here? That was actually working in my favor now.
"Ah... okay?" Taeyang didn't suspect a thing and chugged the bottled water from the side table.
"But... why are you masturbating?"
Masturbating? Me? I glanced down at his words. My right hand held the phone, and my empty left hand was fiddling with my pussy, now openly fingering it.
Seeing that, a wave of embarrassment hit me. I looked back up at Taeyang and said, "Masturbating? If Master's pussy lies to her owner, it's only natural she fingers herself anytime, anywhere."
Uh, um. Did he hypnotize me again? I turned slightly to check the phone screen, but nothing was displayed. It was such a normal thing to say, though.
"Ah, I'm tired... yawn... go ahead."
"Okay." I opened the door with my right hand and stepped out into the hallway. It was surprisingly warm. Was it because this world always had nice weather, or did this place heat the corridors too?
Now... what to do. I had the phone with the hypnosis app, and my clothes were at the end of the hall. I'd worried someone might have taken them, but there they were, safe and sound.
"Hmm, should I run?" This time, he really wouldn't catch me. I had the hypnosis app phone, after all. Maybe I could even use it myself. Then I could pay him back for everything he'd done.
I spread my legs and walked forward, fingering myself furiously. Halfway through, my love juices started dripping, leaving a trail along the floor, but whatever—I'd never come back here anyway.
"Mm." I made it to my clothes safely, but there was one problem. My left hand was busy fingering, and my right was holding the phone. How was I supposed to get dressed?
"What now." Even if I set the phone down... with my left hand still going at it, I couldn't dress properly.
In the end, I chose to go back to the room. I just had to tell my owner about the lie to stop the fingering. He didn't even seem to know I had his phone.
I lowered my head and picked up the clothes with my mouth. My mouth was small, so I dropped them several times on the way back, but I managed to return to the room.
"Back?"
"Y-yeah." The moment I entered, I dropped the clothes on the floor and approached Taeyang, who was sitting on the bed.
"What?"
"Um, well. I actually lied to you."
"That's why you've been fingering yourself nonstop, huh. What about?"
"Actually... I was gonna steal your phone and run away."
"Oh, really? Where's the phone then?"
"Here..." I immediately handed him the phone I'd been holding.
Wait, shouldn't I not give this back? But Master's command is absolute...
...Huh?
"Hey, why'd you try to steal someone else's phone?"
"Wh-what? What the—"
The moment I handed the phone to Taeyang, that strange feeling from before the blackout hit me again. Like something was rummaging through and overturning my mind. It was weaker than before, but I definitely felt it.
"You think I'd be dumb enough to sleep leaving my phone out?"
Ah. I got played.
"Ahm... I'm kinda tired today. What to do."
"F-fuck..."
"I'm gonna shower. Think about me and do it yourself in the meantime. Got it?" With that, Taeyang actually headed to the bathroom.
"H-huh? Fuck, wait a sec..." And despite my will, my hand started moving on its own.
*
Taeyang emerged again after about ten minutes. He'd only rinsed off super quick, and after Lee Sebin passed out yesterday, he'd used his body multiple times without holding back, so his stamina was drained. He'd just wanted to see her frustrated face panting, so he'd given a simple command and stepped out.
But...
"Uh..." It was way more intense than expected. Sure, he'd used hypnosis and training to crank up her sensitivity, but...
Can she really cum like this in just ten minutes?
The bed he'd just cleaned up was a mess again. Lee Sebin was convulsing on top of it, her face completely slack, drool spilling from her mouth. Her pussy was squirting love juices everywhere, soaking the sheets.
"Mm." Earlier when she was fingering in the hall, it hadn't been this bad. It had gotten sloppy and made weird noises, but her face was just a bit flushed—nothing this extreme. He'd figured ten minutes might get her one orgasm at most.
"..."
Taeyang stood quietly, watching. It wasn't quite what he'd imagined, but it was entertaining in its own way.
Still, why had it turned out like this? The question lingered. Even checking the hypnosis app, there was no sensitivity boost active.
What the hell.
"Hiiiik♡" Right then, Lee Sebin squirted again, hitting another climax.
Even Taeyang watching this thought she might die of dehydration. Yesterday was one thing, but two days in a row...
"Okay. Stop."
He decided to end it here. Plenty of time for more later anyway.
Lee Sebin collapsed, her eyes unfocused.
*
"Hek, hek, hek..."
I'm gonna die. Or maybe it's just so good I'm dying. Yesterday at least... I was under hypnosis. And even after it wore off, he didn't touch me.
This was the first time I'd touched myself sober and felt this good.
"Hoo, haa..." I let out a deep breath.
Thinking of him while doing it alone. What a psycho.
"..."
As I calmed down a bit, an absurd thought bubbled up. Maybe it felt this good because I was thinking of Taeyang...
Because even under hypnosis, what I did in the hall was just "feels good." But thinking of Taeyang while doing it... how to put it.
"Fuck..."
Thinking shit like this makes my life legendary. Damn it. Must be because he'd hypnotized and trained me.
My whole body felt drained. I didn't fight the sensation and slowly closed my eyes.
I'm really gonna die...
"You okay?"
His voice reached my fading consciousness. At the same time, my lower belly grew faintly warm.
Goddamn it.
"Yeah..."
It had to be the hypnosis. Even if it's lifted, doesn't some effect linger? That's why I'd done that "owner's pussy" bullshit, and that's all this is.
Had to be.
"Haa..."
Come to think of it. Didn't he creampie me too? Wait, am I pregnant? Well, the hypnosis app is total bullshit, so probably has pregnancy on/off. But would he use it on me?
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
He called me "hey," and it felt super awkward. Like I should naturally use polite speech.
"Wh-what happens if I got creampied?"
Even Taeyang wouldn't wanna fuck a pregnant woman. And surprisingly, he's kinda decent, so he wouldn't knock me up, right? If I really was pregnant, I'd get expelled immediately. Then he couldn't see me at school anymore...
"Ah."
"Yeah?"
"Forgot."
"Fuck."
Crazy bastard.