Kneeling Before the Hypnotist
"...Excuse me?"
Even when I called out to them, the guys just stared at me with stiff expressions. Had I done something wrong? No way. I'd been perfectly polite, even greeting them properly, and all I asked was for my photo back. There was no mistake there. I let go of the hem of my skirt that I'd lifted.
Only then did the guys start reacting bit by bit.
"Whoa, whoa..."
"...Insane."
"Excuse me?"
They were reacting now, but they just started whispering among themselves. This felt worse than I'd expected. Even though we were strangers, it felt like I was being ostracized.
"You like this kinda stuff?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
I fired back a question at the sudden remark. Like this stuff? What the hell was "this" supposed to mean? But instead of answering my doubt, the guy pulled out the photo of me climaxing and held it up.
"This kinda thing."
Did he mean I liked taking ID photos? Or maybe just having my picture taken? Either way, my body's looks were better than most celebrities, so even an ID photo could feel like a photoshoot. Of course, that photo was anything but classy—far from it—but ID photos were supposed to be like that anyway, so whatever.
Hmm. Thinking about it that way, it all made sense. They must be photo enthusiasts, blown away by the quality from just an ID booth. Passing by and spotting something that high-end, of course they'd be interested.
But it was annoying. I wasn't into getting my picture taken. Time to shut this down clearly.
"Nah, not interested at all. Just give me my photo already."
"Huh? Then why'd you take pics like this?"
"'Cause... I had to?"
What weirdos. Not just Jung Taeyang—there were freaks everywhere, apparently.
"Anyway, I'm not interested, so hand over the photo."
I reached out to snatch it, but the guy's hand moved faster, lifting up toward my face.
"No, wait—"
"Oh, what's that smell?"
"Yeah? Smells super slutty, right?"
My body twitched at those words. Of course, I'd masturbated to capture that climax shot, so that was fine—but if the female scent was still lingering afterward, it was pretty embarrassing. Not that there was any way to mask it here.
"Ah, just give it back already!"
In the end, all I could do was glare at them angrily.
"Damn, the gap between the photo and real life is such a turn-on."
They leered at me with sleazy eyes.
"I-I'm really gonna call the cops..."
I pulled out my phone and dialed 112. If they tried anything weirder, I was serious about reporting them.
The guys exchanged panicked looks, then one spoke up while clutching the photos.
"Okay, okay, we'll give 'em back. But these pics are so pretty—could you snap a shot and send it to us?"
"Hmm..."
It wasn't incomprehensible. Even I thought they turned out great. Selling my face felt off, but if it'd get rid of these pests, fine.
I took the photos from them, snapped pics with my phone, and sent them to the number they gave.
"There, happy now?"
"Yeah! We'll hit you up later!"
Their eyes were full of regret, but my threat to call the cops must've worked. They kept staring as they backed away slowly.
How obsessed with photos do you have to be to linger like that? Shaking my head, I headed home.
The moment I got home, I showered roughly and toweled off. I tossed the sticky clothes in the washer and flopped onto the bed to sort my thoughts.
First up: hypnosis. Today had passed without incident, but who knew when or what kind it'd hit next. The trigger was definitely Jung Taeyang's smartphone. Avoiding him would be smart, but now that we were paired up, that wasn't easy.
...Way too little info. All I knew was that Taeyang was the hypnotist and the phone was the medium. If I'd even played the game, I could've prepped for scenarios, but right now? Nothing.
"Haa..."
I pulled out my phone and loaded a site packed with adult videos. The screen filled with a feast of flesh tones—but not your average porn site. This one specialized in humiliating women, degrading them.
I popped in my Bluetooth earbuds and cranked the volume. I lifted my loose T-shirt, exposing my huge tits, and attached the suction cups to my nipples.
"Hngh..."
Activating them sent a weird sensation through me as my nipples got sucked in. I picked a video and hit play.
The woman in it was on all fours, naked in front of a guy who stepped on her head while she masturbated. The classic doggie position. I projected myself into her—imagining what I'd think, feel, if I were down there getting stepped on.
When I needed to think seriously at home, it was common sense to train my body with porn. Might as well remodel my mind while I was at it.
"Ahng, hngh..."
The video was captivating. The woman was a CEO who couldn't control her exhibitionism, got caught masturbating outside by a new hire, and from then on, she was stripped of her dignity daily in her office—turned into a bitch in heat, endlessly humiliated. She'd always had masochistic tendencies and fully embraced becoming the new guy's cocksleeve, even handing over her company before they married. And get this—it was a true story.
"Uh-heh..."
By the end, I'd climaxed who-knows-how-many times. What a world, full of all kinds of people. I peeled the suction cups off my nipples, thinking that.
Before I knew it, the sun had set and evening arrived. I'd come home, showered around 3 PM, so that meant I'd binged videos for three or four hours. Impressive record, right?
"Eek."
I dragged my shaky legs off the bed. Twice in the booth earlier, at least six times now—today alone, I'd gone off that many. And it was my first time masturbating, too. Even a monkey fresh to jerking off wouldn't go this hard.
Shaking my head at the thought, I tidied the mess. I swapped out the ruined sheets—those weren't salvageable with a wipe. After cleaning up, I nuked a convenience store lunch in the microwave.
Two minutes later, ding—the door popped open. The meal looked surprisingly decent. Must be the game world; some things beat reality.
I flipped on the TV for some variety show while eating. The people on screen looked just like real life. After finishing, dishes awaited, but nah. Future me would handle it. You can always trust tomorrow's self. Yesterday's me is the asshole. Anyway, present me dumped the load on future me—no worries.
Except... I still had no plan for hypnosis.
"Why not?"
Wasn't I deep in serious thought earlier? Huh. Well, nothing else to do—time to plan again.
First: my relationship with Jung Taeyang. Even pairs don't always talk, but this? Nah. I'd chat him up for sure. I'd do the same in his shoes.
I climbed back into bed and stripped. Fresh sheets ruined already? Annoying, but logically, this was how to think properly.
Back to the site, another video. Suction cup on the clit this time?
"Haaah..."
A moan slipped out immediately. This felt dangerous. But nipples last time, so clit now—fair.
Okay, rethink. Tomorrow morning, seeing Taeyang...
"Nnghii!"
My thoughts shattered under terrifying pleasure. Same suction strength, but clit vs. nipples? Worlds apart. Hips bucking obscenely, I lasted less than an hour before blacking out.
...Needless to say, zero progress on hypnosis.
"Ugh..."
I woke in the morning, body soaked in love juices, sticky and reeking. Staring at the sun flooding my room, I wondered: what time is it?
Clock said 8:30. School started at 9 these days, but in this state? Doubtful.
How'd I end up like this? Not masturbation—too much serious thinking.
Couldn't skip showering, so I rinsed off quick in the bathroom. Silver lining: short hair. Long hair would've been a nightmare tangled in this mess. Longer than my guy days, but still manageable to dry.
Swapped the juice-soaked uniform for a spare and headed out. But as soon as I stepped outside, something felt off.
Oh, no bra.
Guy habits—I'd forgotten underwear on top. So now: braless under just a blouse. Entrance ceremony was March, but this game world had no seasons. Constant perfect temp, no summer/winter uniforms. Probably to avoid artist burnout.
"...Just go!"
It wasn't that obvious. Only a hint if you stared hard. Who'd notice?
I sprinted to school. In class, it hit me: did I even need to attend diligently? No real studying here anyway.
"Hey, you're here?"
Sitting down, Jung Taeyang greeted me from next to me. Naturally, I hiked my skirt to flash my panties before settling in.
"Ran here? You're sweating buckets."
"Yeah, overslept a bit."
Idiotic move. From now on, show up whenever—no need to push myself.
"No bra?"
"Huh?"
Fanning sweat, Taeyang dropped that bomb. What now? His eyes were on my chest. Then it clicked.
Oh, shit.
And right on cue—like Lee Sebin's exhibitionism kicking in—my nipples hardened instantly. Swollen from yesterday's suction play, they poked blatantly through the blouse.
"D-don't look."
I slapped my hands over them, but it backfired, drawing nearby kids' eyes.
My body was in full arousal mode. Blame Sebin's kink, sure—but no excuses now.
"Hey, you okay? Health room?"
"...Huh?"
Taeyang grabbed my hand, pulling me up. We left class, and he only let go once we reached the health room.
Was he... helping?
"What happened?"
"Overslept, rushed, forgot."
Original Sebin? Impossible. She was the model student. But hey, I'm in charge now—she's turning delinquent. Not slutty-wild, just chronic late/absences.
"...You?"
He eyed me skeptically. We weren't even close.
"What'd you do yesterday to sleep in?"
"Some deep thinking..."
"About what?"
Like I'd say, "Figuring out how to counter a hypnotist like you."
"Personal stuff, hard to say..."
"Sebin."
Smartphone in his hand.
"Look here."
I slammed my eyes shut in horror. Luckily, not too late—I stayed sane.
"Huh?"
I bolted from the health room, eyes closed—door was right there, easy escape. Ignored his call behind me.
"Lee Sebin!"
That crazy bastard. Showing his true colors here.
"Huff, haa..."
This body's stamina sucked. Barely ran, already winded. I leaned on a wall, catching breath.
Yeah. Plan set. No point in school. Not some do-or-world-ends isekai—this was a free hentai game transmigration. Run far, get a job, live happily. Fuck hypnosis!
Five hours later...
"Fun running away?"
I'm kneeling before Jung Taeyang.