The Frightful Power of Atmosphere
Body odor. Looking back now, atmosphere is truly a frightening thing. Just take what happened earlier—I did something I'd never do in my right mind. Sure, I can't deny the hypnosis played a part, but getting swept up in the mood while fully conscious? That's a fact. I could've just bolted, atmosphere be damned, and avoided the whole mess. The suggestion Jung Taeyang planted was "go to school," not "attend school diligently." Inserting normalcy into abnormality makes the normal abnormal... I felt that truth deep in my bones during that time. And now, too.
"Mmm..."
In front of me, Yubin was eating. But not like a normal person—she was on all fours like a dog, lapping up some unidentifiable mess slathered in semen. And right in front of me sat a dog bowl filled with food. Luckily—or unluckily—there was nothing but food in it... Still, doing this sane is driving me insane. A glance around showed every other girl under the table, eating just like Yubin. No one in their right mind could witness this.
"Not eating?" Jung Taeyang asked from atop the table, where he was eating normally.
"You think you could eat like this?"
He grinned at that, grabbed my arm, and yanked me up to sit beside him. Caught off guard, I stared blankly, and Yubin—and all the other girls sitting nearby—gaped in shock.
"Wh-what are you...?"
Sudden moves like this don't make me happy; they put me on edge. What crazy stunt is this guy planning now?
"Will you eat like this?"
"No, I mean, there's no spoon..."
"Here, try."
As I stammered excuses, he scooped up some rice with his own spoon and held it to my lips. What the hell is this guy...?
"Ah, ah..."
Flustered, I opened my mouth anyway. He's offering, so why not.
"..."
"Tasty?"
"School lunch is either edible or not, idiot..."
Even in a school for twenty-somethings, cafeteria food sucks. That's a universal truth no one can deny.
"Fair enough."
Yet he kept feeding me without pause.
"No, seriously, why are you doing this...?"
"Don't like it?"
"No, it's not that, it's just... weird."
"What if I'm trying to look good for you?"
"And what do you get out of looking good to me?"
"A kiss."
"..."
Damn it. No sane girl falls for that crap and hands out kisses. This guy was a total loser with women before getting the Hypnosis App. Classic trope: the nerd scores with popular girls. Obvious. He's an idiot.
"You... wanna kiss the mouth that's sucked your dick and swallowed your cum?"
"If you want to, I'd do it."
"No..."
This moron... He probably doesn't know since he's never been with a girl, but kissing after a facial is a hassle. I've panicked more than once doing it thoughtlessly.
"Then why keep me sane? Hypnotize me and you could do anything."
"Nah, that's no fun. I'd rather my first kiss happen when we both like each other."
"Your first kiss was with your dick, thanks to you."
"Did you hate it?"
"Obviously... I didn't hate it..."
Logically, I should hate the memory, but recalling it oddly brings back the hypnotic pleasure. ...Scary. My mind screams no, but my body remembers yes. The classroom dick-kiss feels gross now, but the subway first kiss? Pure bliss.
"Maybe tweak it a bit..."
Jung Taeyang muttered suddenly.
"Tweak what?"
"Hmm... Secret?"
What the hell does that mean?
*
And so time passed until we got home, with Jung Taeyang doing nothing. I'd braced for some scheme, but nothing weird happened the whole way.
"Why isn't he doing anything?"
It's unsettling. This calm before the storm? I'll snap out later realizing he's done something. Shaking off the nagging dread, I reached home to find a massive delivery box.
"What the...?"
Recipient: Lee Sebin—mine. I hauled the huge box inside. Not something I ordered, nor from pre-possession Sebin. So what is it? Curiosity won; I tore it open.
"...Luggage?"
Whoa, it's back. Everything inside was intact: phone, wallet, cut-up underwear, assorted sex toys... Relief. Getting clothes and cash is huge. I'd worried about sleeping naked tonight. Toys? Trash them before more weirdness. I started sorting immediately. Decent haul, but done quick. Clothes piled here, this there, that elsewhere...
"Huh."
Amid the sorting, a suspicious black bag. No memory of packing this. I lifted it carefully—not heavy, something squishy inside. Hand in: damp. Very damp.
"Fuck, what is this?"
Curiosity killed it—I pulled out a sweat-soaked shirt.
"..."
Whose sweat? Obvious. My body heated at the faint spreading scent.
Jung Taeyang... seriously...
Did he think I'd jerk off all night to his smell? If so, hand over the Hypnosis App and jump off a cliff. Yeah, aroused, but sniffing it to masturbate? Game shit only. Wait, this is a game world.
"...Hoo..."
Eyes shut, toss it. No hypnosis, no monkeying to male scent. I'm not crazy...
Gulp.
Involuntary swallow. Physiological reflex. Body modded to crave him. But no crossing lines. Grabbing the hem, I opened the door and hurled it outside.
"Hoo, heh..."
Eyes squeezed, shirt gone. Too far a walk. Victory anyway. Hypno-dev'd or not, sans hypnosis, he's powerless.
"F-first, shower..."
Body feels overdeveloped, but cool head fixes it. Straight to bathroom, cold water on. Cold showers clear complex thoughts best.
"..."
- Shhh!
"..."
- Squelch...
"..."
- Shhh!
"..."
Fuck, why won't it fade? Body hotter than before. Taeyang's scent haunts me. Insane. Even post-shower, no cooldown. Brain loops his smell... Classic: edged without release, mind warps. Women's version. Must masturbate.
"Hoo, hoo..."
Sex toys catch eye. Throat-pussy trainer dildo? Seemed huge before; now smaller than Taeyang's maybe...
"Try it..."
Already took his dick. Just masturbation. Same as guy days, body changed. Normal. No weird thoughts. Grabbed pink dildo, sat on bed. Aroused pussy wet—not flooding, but ready.
"Hah, ha..."
Rubbed entrance, slicked dildo, eased tip in.
"Uh, heh..."
Odd foreign feel inside. But heat—or body design—made it pleasurable.
"Heuk..."
Glans-tip entered; pussy clenched like real dick. Stimulation surged.
"Hoo, uh..."
Deeper possible?
*
Worries laughed off—body swallowed dildo easy. Pussy gripped but yielded path. Good for me, but too easy felt slutty...
"Easy, yeah..."
Objectively? Super easy. Hurt first time, then orgasms per thrust. Drools love juice from light touch. Easy girl confirmed.
"Uh..."
Now, scent-sniffing pussy-stabbing... No, ignore Taeyang. Self-solving to avoid him, but obsessing worsens it.
"Heut, heh..."
Inserted, but how? Porn-style pistoning too scary. Static fill feels good; motion might break mind.
- Tchup, tchujj...
Slight move: lewd squelch. Pleasure climbed spine. Goosebumps from tiny shift. Safe?
"Heup, hoo..."
Pulled out slow. Inner walls rubbed—sensitive spot? No, body weak. Mild friction shouldn't hit this hard.
"Ero-game buffs insane..."
Explains game girls squirting from pokes. Couldn't grasp their falls before; daily torment at this sensitivity? Anyone breaks. Holding hour-plus? Heroines steel-willed.
- Tchujj...
"Hiiiik...♡"
Distracted fiddling tensed hand. Mild push: body-shaking bliss. Dangerous.
Small wet spot below thumb-sized, but drooling juice? Sheets soak soon. Realization: excessive fluids. No dehydration miracle. Thirstier lately...
"Heup♡"
Pulled more: splatter. Pussy pooled tons; blocked hid it.
"Ha, haa... hoo..."
Tiny moves could tip now. First self-play, but body signals climax. Paused, breathed. Head spinning from pleasure.
But isn't this for pleasure?
"Oggguk♡♡"
Yanked remaining half: vision whitened. Electrocuted shudders, toes curled. Beastly moan, instant orgasm. Head back, right hand clenched sheets, left trembled on dildo. Pure climax pose.
"Hah, heh, ugguk..."
Panting minutes, regained senses. Sheets soaked obvious; squirted to toes? Still heaving, grip lingered. Climaxed hard, afterglow lingers. So why... want more?
No sage time. Restraint snapped; urges accelerated. Beast mode: pussy-thinking heat. Uterus drives now, brain backseat. Instinct shoved dildo hilt-deep.
Not quite womb, but...
"Hiiiiik♡"
Enough for another peak.
"Hoook♡ hook♡ heugguk♡"
Something hit big tits, hard nipples. Saliva gleamed on peaks.
"Heuk♡ he♡ haaah...♡"
Full beast. Drooling, incoherent, pleasure-chasing... No normalcy. Obvious sans mirror.
"Heuk♡ heak♡ hoook♡"
Hands unstoppable. Alone, no shame.
- Tchup, tchup, jjop, tchujj...
Vulgar squelches echoed. House empty, but deafening. Male mind? Best fap sound. Super aroused.
"Hegek♡ heak♡ heuk♡ heugguk...♡"
Thrust good. Pull good. Repeat double. Hands pump... Uterus demands pleasure only. Body obeys.
...Humans seek happiness. Pleasure = happy. Logical... Twisted sophistry, but no reason left.
"...♡♡♡"
Voice gone. Just gasps.
"...♡"
Still going. Insufficient. Need more...
"Haa, haa..."
Instinct recalls scent. Body-igniting aroma: Taeyang's. Sniffing while...
"..."
Stumbled to door. Legs buckled midway, but reached. Hand still pussy-pumping. Trail of juice behind. Unlocked, opened. Cool hallway air.
Stepped out, spotted tossed shirt. Grabbed: scent assaulted nostrils. Instant orgasm.
Aware how pervy: masturbating to guy's shirt outdoors. But awareness useless. Need: sniff, stab, squirt.
"Hoo, hoo, hooo..."
*
Hand held damp shirt. Old me: disgusting, toss. Now? Happy from stink. Abnormal.
"Hooooup..."
Buried nose, deep inhale. Sour, weird—but addictive, not gross.
"Hoop, haa, sooop... haa..."
Snapped to: face-planted shirt, pussy-stabbing, squirting. Forgot hallway, neighbor risk. Scent too good...
- Squeak-squeak-squeak...
- Tchup-tchup-tchup...
Cool floor on ass, hands relentless. Moans muffled, but squelches rang.
"Hoooup...♡ hvup...♡"
Why so good...? Knew danger, couldn't stop or retreat. Ten seconds inside? Unbearable.
"...♡"
Squirted: juice hit neighbor's door. As long as unseen...
"Should be fine..."
Resumed pumping.
*
"Haaa..."
Dragged exhausted body to bed, jolted by wet sheets, sat up.
"Did that much..."
Drenched like waterlogged. Human output unbelievable.
...Just showered; redo needed. Stripped sheets to hamper, fresh ones on. No comforter: small mercy.
"Haa..."
Sigh escaped. Mocked monkey-jerking to his scent minutes ago; did worse. Shirt scent faded from my juices—snapped sanity. But that heavy? Taeyang won.
"Seriously..."
Phone had his number saved somehow.
"Hoo..."
Set dildo, shirt before me; knelt naked. Hit record.
- Ding!
"Yes... Today, I masturbated my pathetic pussy with this dildo... Arrogantly tossed Taeyang's shirt at first, but couldn't resist—ended up sniffing it in the hallway while stabbing my pussy. Orgasms? Lots, I think. Can't remember properly..."
- Ding!
Enough. Checked video, sent to his number. Embarrassing scent confession, but post-masturbate report standard. No shirt use? No report. But soaked it in my bitch-scent? Rude not to.
I'm polite.
Reply quick: saw it, hard, why naked?
"Ah."
Right. Naked. Forgot clothes for report amid frenzy. Shame flushed face. Naked reports? Whores or true sluts. Owners can share anytime; reporters dress modestly. Exceptions: ad-sluts or desperate holes.
"Auuu..."
What if he misunderstands? Just scent-triggered easy-squirt quick-pussy; scared he'll think total slut. Stared at messages, agonized, hit call.
Ringing, then:
"Hello?"
"H-hello..."
"Hey, what's up? Saw the report."
"Th-that... I was naked..."
"Oh, yeah."
Calm voice: more anxiety...
"D-don't get weird ideas. Just your scent heats me so much, pussy drools from a touch—mind warped till blackout orgasms, forgot clothes!"
"Got it. But that's basically my dick-house, right?"
Dick-house? Hypno-declared once. But unsuggested now. Not some self-training game bitch.
"...You mean that one hypno dick-house pledge? Sniffing your scent makes nipples and clit erect, womb throbs, pussy leaks, brain fills with dick—wanna offer pussy and submit—but not yet your dick-house?"
"Pffft, khk..."
"...Laughing?"
"N-no... khk, yeah. That's the fun."
...No clue.
"Anyway, that..."
"Oh, gotcha. Won't show anyone."
Eh... okay? Fine by me, but big hit for him? Don't know details, but bad.
"Don't worry. Promise."
"R-really?"
"Yeah. I can swing that."
"Uh..."
What to say. Touched? Ticklish...
No, warping again. Stop.
"So, kiss?"
"F-fuck off..."
"Okay..."
Sulky tone. Helping this much stirs guilt.
"Instead... borrow my pussy?"
"Huh?"
"Pound anytime, anywhere till wrecked..."
"..."
Silence. Did I mess up?
"Sebin."
"Y-yeah?"
"Home now?"
"Yup."
"On my way."
"Huh?"
"Pussy ready."