Forced Confession Under Hypnosis
When I came back to my senses, still deep in that interrogation haze, the first thing I saw was my own body kneeling demurely in some unfamiliar place—and Jung Taeyang, sitting right in front of me.
“Eh?”
The utterly unexpected sight pulled a dumb noise out of me automatically. I tried to grasp the situation and move, but my legs wouldn’t budge, as if they’d been super-glued in place. Panicking, I flailed my arms, but only my upper body responded. Everything from the waist down wasn’t just immobile—it was numb, sensation barely registering. Not that he’d actually paralyzed me for real. When I planted my hands at my sides and pushed with all my might, it felt like iron bars were pressing down, unyielding. No matter how weak this body was, it shouldn’t have been this helpless. This had to be hypnosis locking my lower half in place.
“I’m asking you. Did it feel good?”
And right then, Jung Taeyang opened his mouth. I dropped my gaze silently and glared at him. Being stuck like this could only mean I’d been had somehow. He didn’t seem to expect an answer anyway—just smirked down at me.
“I’ve got a lot of questions for you. The Lee Sebin I knew wasn’t like this. You act like you already know what I’m capable of.”
He spoke in a chilling tone, stroking my head. A wave of disgust crawled up my nape.
“Don’t.”
I raised my hand to swat his away, but once I grabbed it, my strength melted, leaving me with nothing but my hand resting limply on top of his. Hypnosis, no doubt.
“You’re prickly as ever... Did hanging around that Choi Yubin twist you up? Though I figured Lee Sebin was just some country girl fresh in the city.”
I racked my brain desperately, tuning out his muttering. What do I do? How the hell do I get out of here?
“Alright, Sebin. Let’s be honest. Answer my questions truthfully, and you’ll feel happy, all blissed out. Lie or stay silent, and it’ll hurt—deep, aching sadness.”
He’d slid back into place in front of me before I knew it.
“First question! What ‘serious thoughts’ kept you up so late you were tardy this morning?”
I clamped my mouth shut. ‘Serious thoughts’? Only thing that fit was my suspicions about his hypnosis—and no way in hell was I telling him that.
“...”
“You’re really gonna clam up? It’s gonna suck.”
Hated to admit it, but the hypnosis had my body in its grip. The longer the silence stretched, the more sorrow flooded my mind. My nose stung like I’d burst into tears any second, and a prickling pain stabbed through my body and soul.
“Nngh...”
Tears finally spilled. If it’d just been pain, I could’ve toughed it out—but this was pure, crushing sadness. Why am I so sad? Why? The reason was obvious. Defying him, even under hypnosis, was boomeranging back as overwhelming grief. My eyes brimmed, vision blurring white. The tears overflowed, streaming down my cheeks. I wanted to sob out loud, but I held it in. Answering would be game over.
“Hmm, you’re holding out better than I thought.”
His voice cut through. My tear-filled eyes couldn’t focus—everything was hazy silhouettes.
“Sebin. Look here.”
Like a trained puppy, I snapped my head up at his command. He held up his hand, fingers spread. I wiped my eyes and peered at it. One finger extended.
“How many is this?”
“One...”
My whimpering, girlish voice echoed through the void. And in that instant, inexplicable bliss washed over me.
“Huh? Wha?”
Like a drug high, maybe. Happiness bubbled up from the depths of my brain. The tormenting sadness vanished, leaving nothing but euphoria.
“Ah, ngh, nngh?!”
It didn’t stop there. Pleasure followed the joy—different, surging from deep in my core. I’d never felt a woman’s climax before, but I knew it instantly. This is it. Woman’s pleasure. My hands trembled—not from fear, but delight. The situation was shit, but my body was in heaven.
“Haa, haa...”
My head went fuzzy, mind melting away...
“We’ll circle back to that. Next question: Why’d you bolt the second you saw my smartphone?”
“Th-that was...”
It was a trap. Answering him triggered it. I could’ve endured endless sadness, clenched my teeth through the madness. But now...
“Ah...”
I wanted to answer. Pure grief I could fight, but tasting happiness? My will crumbled. And in that brief hesitation, the sadness crashed back harder.
“Ah, ah, ah...”
Falling from bliss to despair amplified it exponentially—not double damage like a game, but squared. I’d lasted maybe a minute before. Ten seconds this time, and I broke.
“H-hyp...nosis...”
“Huh?”
“I-I was scared... of getting hypnotized... so I ran...!”
Ahh. Bliss enveloped me again. So good. Happy. I knew I shouldn’t have said it, but my body surrendered to the pleasure. Humans are creatures of regret, huh? Someday I’d rue this. But not now. Just... drown in the happiness. Isn’t that what life’s for? Chasing joy? So this... isn’t wrong.
“How’d you know about the hypnosis?”
I knew better, but answered anyway.
“In... the game. You did it. In the game I was playing...”
I barely knew what I was saying. Just chasing the rewards.
“...Game?”
“Y-yeah!”
I nodded furiously, too eagerly—but it felt natural.
“Whoa, so there’s another transmigrator besides me...”
“What?”
“Nah, just mumbling. Ignore it.”
“Okay...”
“So those ‘serious thoughts’ tie in, and you tried ditching school to avoid hypnosis?”
“Yeah... I wanted to escape it, go somewhere else to live.”
“Damn... Not all the heroines are transmigrators, right? Explains why she’s resisting.”
He raked his hair, looking displeased.
“Whatever. Good I found out. You’ll make a perfect practice dummy—and fun toy. Right? You like that?”
“G-good...”
Ahh. So good.
*
What could I call this? Objectively, from a third-party view, this scene wasn’t ‘good’ by any stretch. A female student kneeling before a guy in some nowhere spot, tear tracks on her face. Not lovers, not friends—just wrong. And if that girl was a transmigrated guy until days ago? Beyond salvageable.
If not for the hypnosis.
I knew it. This was twisted, unnatural. I knew he’d messed with my head using that app, forcing these fake emotions. But they felt real. So what? What was I supposed to do?
“Sebin. Take off your clothes.”
“My... clothes?”
Resistance flickered. Stripping in front of someone? Wrong. But faint, and hey, we were both guys once... My fingers went to the blouse buttons, undoing them one by one. Same guy stuff. Body’s female now, but no shame between bros... Utter nonsense, but logic didn’t matter. Only if I’d feel that again.
“Done...”
“Bottoms?”
“...Bottoms too?”
Stronger pushback there. Shirtless bros? Fine. Pants off? That’s sauna gay territory. I hesitated, stalling. He closed in.
“Don’t wanna strip the rest?”
“Don’t...”
Bliss hit instantly for my honesty.
“...!”
My whole body ignited like a hot griddle.
“Haa, haa, ngh...”
“Feels good?”
“G-g-good...”
Slurred words brought waves stronger than before. Mind fogging. Was this dying on drugs? Too much joy, no thoughts left. My body pitched forward.
“Wha? Fainting already? Body’s weak as hell.”
He pulled out his phone, muttering. I couldn’t make it out. Staring at the pink heart on my screen, I blacked out.
*
“Agh...”
I came to, scanning around. Familiar yet not—the health room.
“Ow, my head...”
Throbbing pain; I clutched it. Mistake or not, memories of him were intact. Collapsing from overload bliss. Echoes lingered.
“Fuck...”
Regret hit with them. I snatched my phone nearby. 3:40 PM. Classes not over, but a text waited. From Jung Taeyang.
I grabbed it, glaring.
“That fucking bastard...”
Rage boiled, but I swallowed it. Dumb to lash out. He hadn’t erased my memories and even gave a legit excuse to bail? Didn’t add up, knowing why he grabbed me.
“Wait, how did he snag me?”
Sudden realization: no memory after deciding to escape. But not the priority. Get out first, think later. I straightened my clothes, slipped out of the health room, past the gates. Heading home. Grab cash, bolt to the countryside. Short walk there.
Door opened to a waft of feminine musk. Damn, he got me again. Fleeting thought. No time—escape trumped all. Dragged a suitcase from the corner. Pack efficient basics, then out. Opened it, started with essentials.
First: the suction pump. Handy for pumping up my pathetically tiny nipples and clit. Mind’s male, but countryside life meant playing normal girl—female charms a must. Especially with a guy’s brain; had to fake it harder.
Next...
“What’s this?”
A massive dildo. Why? I’m a virgin, never even masturbated. Total pure. So why? Twisting it, spotted a Post-it on the base.
Mouth-pussy trainer?
“Oh, right.”
Lee Sebin’s memories resurfaced. No fapping, but wanted womanly perks. Chose mouth training. Shove giant dildo down throat... But impossible now. Slow progress, maybe. Peeled the note, packed it carefully.
Next: love gel. Why’s this here? Whatever, in it goes. Then rotor and Satisfyer. Memories: bought days ago—pre-transmigration. ‘Can’t go to school without trying once,’ she thought. Packed neatly.
Basics covered.
“Clothes next?”
Wardrobe full of women’s stuff, zero menswear. Dumped it all on the bed. Decent cash; take a few, buy more there.
“Underwear too.”
Pulled out panties and bras, tossed on top. Same plan: select few.
“Hmm...”
Grabbed the plainest white set. Too plain. Can’t show anyone. Wait, underwear’s not for showing, right?
“No, girls wear see-through stuff.”
Shook it off, sorted. Dug for sexier ones. Problem: Lee Sebin lived too plain.
“Everything’s so basic?”
Mostly patternless or dull prints. Flashiest? Striped panties. Zero effort.
“Ugh...”
Norm here: flash panties greeting guys. How’d she plan with this? Entrance ceremony memory hit—greeting Taeyang. Face burned.
“Agh! Dammit!”
Wanted to thrash under covers, but buried under clothes. How’d she greet him like that? Even if he’s a hypnosis creep, that was nuts. Should’ve cut holes at least. Her life was wild.
“Sigh, fuck it. Guess I gotta help out...”
Ex-guy knew what revved men: lingerie types. As Lee Sebin now, I’d make her at least a decent slut—not embarrassing.