Monopolizing Him Without Liking Him
School was finally over. Thankfully, there were no more touches from Jung Taeyang after that. His expression looked a bit off, so I asked about it, but all I got was a "I'm fine." What can I do if he says he's okay? I couldn't say much. Anyway, with a lingering unease, I headed out of school.
"Ahh..."
To be honest, listening to class is harder than doing naughty things with Jung Taeyang. The naughty stuff at least feels good, but class is so boring it feels like I'll die. Should I ask Taeyang to hypnotize the lessons into something weird?
"No, no. I can't live like that."
I shook my head to dispel the sudden thought. I'm not trash like Jung Taeyang. No matter what, I can't demand weird hypnosis just to make things easier for myself.
"Ugh..."
I stretched, then quickly lowered my arms as my breasts jiggled. No one else can see, but I'm embarrassed.
"Hoo..."
Anyway, I need to get home quick. I started walking right away. By the time I reached the bustling street near my place,
"Hey."
"Ack."
Choi Yubin was glaring at me. My body froze for a second, but I checked that there were lots of people around and forced my expression to stay calm. No way she'd do anything crazy in a crowded place like this.
"Let's talk."
"I got nothing to say?"
I shot back and tried to slip away, but she grabbed me faster.
"Just a bit."
"Ah... okay."
She's strong.
In a cafe on the bustling street, Choi Yubin and I sat facing each other. Well, not exactly facing—more like she was staring me down one-sidedly.
"..."
"..."
An awkward silence. I sipped my iced tea. Come on, say something already.
"What did you wanna—" I couldn't take it anymore and started first. Yubin, slurping her coffee, finally spoke.
"You like Jung Taeyang?"
"N-No?!"
The denial burst out reflexively. But she didn't care that I'd yelled, just kept slurping her straw casually.
"Then can I serve him as my master?"
"Huh?"
What the hell kind of head-spinning nonsense is that? But thinking about it, it wasn't that weird. She's under hypnosis. At school, she lives as some "sex processing aspirant" or whatever, so this fits. In normal terms, she's basically asking if she can date him.
"...No."
And I don't like that. I don't like Jung Taeyang or anything, but it feels like she's stealing what's mine. I'm already known at school as the class slut. If they started dating? I'd be a total laughingstock.
Yubin slammed her coffee down with a thunk. Honestly, it was kinda scary. But...
"Why not? You don't even like him."
"Liking him and this are different..."
"So you do like him?"
"...Probably not?"
Yubin sighed heavily, crossed her legs, and started radiating delinquent vibes.
"You bitch, spit it out straight. Do you like him? Or not?"
"N-No, I don't..."
"Fuck, then help me serve Master Taeyang. You shitty bitch."
Her aura was so intense, even this ridiculous demand had me shrinking back. I huddled up, gauging her mood.
"B-But still..."
"You don't like him, right?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Then no problem if I serve Master Taeyang?"
"No, that's..."
"Then you're helping. Got it."
"Wait, nooo..."
With that, Yubin stood up. I sat there dumbfounded, unable to retort. What a bitch... I even helped her out thinking of her...
"Hoo..."
But I can't say I like Jung Taeyang either. I've said "I like you" or "I love you" before, but that was all hypnosis. Saying it for real now feels like something inside me would crumble.
"Ugh..."
My heart hurts.
*
The moment I got home, I flopped onto the bed. Too lazy to shower. I'm pretty anyway, so skipping's fine. Taeyang's totally hooked on me too.
"..."
But what if Yubin actually succeeds in seducing him? Could I end up as the side chick? That's scary.
"Yeah, that's it. Not 'cause I like him, but 'cause I don't wanna get passed around..."
Muttering excuses to no one, I got up. Headed straight to the bathroom for a thorough wash, dried my hair carefully, applied basic skincare.
"Ugh..."
I'm a little anxious. Not like I'm worried about losing Taeyang—no way. Just hate the idea of getting passed around. I'm pretty enough... but he might get bored.
"Maybe change it up..."
So far, it'd been the plain rural girl makeup Lee Sebin did. Living in the sticks, she never cared much about it. Her base face was so pretty anyway.
I hopped online and searched makeup tutorials. Or maybe O-Tube videos? Found a good beauty one while browsing.
"Hmm..."
Like this, and this...? Tried it—looks pretty good. Different charm from my usual light makeup.
Watched more videos, and my skills improved noticeably.
"Next..."
But I can't stop here. If I'm doing it, go all the way. That's my personality, and Taeyang might get weird ideas...
"Ahh..."
Really, emphasizing again: I don't like Jung Taeyang. Just don't wanna get passed around!
"Huh, this exists too."
Searched feminine styles, aegyo tips, stuff to appeal to Taeyang. Practiced in the mirror after memorizing.
"This should do..."
Even I look totally girly now. Not that I've fully become a girl! This is... unavoidable camouflage. Better one guy than getting passed around.
Yeah, that's all. For real.
"Ahh..."
Seeing my feminine self hits hard. Do I really need to go this far...?
...But if I do this and he likes it, that'd be nice. No, I mean, it'd feel good to have my efforts acknowledged. Nothing else. For real.
"Ughhh..."
Realizing it, even my sitting posture is all girly. Maybe a little perfume...
"Looks good...?"
The mirror me was blushing.
*
Next day. Up early, I washed extra thoroughly. Used rinse I usually skip, spent 30 minutes drying my hair instead of 10—shiny and prettier than usual. Smiled at the mirror. My face looked even prettier than in the game.
But not done yet. Recalled yesterday's tutorials and started makeup. Had enough products at home; bought extras yesterday anyway. First time in a cosmetics store, but shameless mindset made it easy.
Switched from light to bolder makeup. Worried about my unskilled hands, but it turned out okay.
Finally lipstick, then mirror check.
"Wow..."
Even I was impressed. Now I get why they made Sebin a rural girl who doesn't dress up in the game. She'd steal everyone's heart otherwise. Game balance breaker.
"Not bad..."
I fiddled with my hair, mumbling. He'll at least say I'm pretty, right? Not that I want praise. Just need assurance he'll keep seeing me that way. "Wanting to be pretty" sounds off. Just need certainty. Don't wanna get passed around.
"..."
Last, a small ribbon pin in my hair. Found and bought it yesterday—suits me surprisingly well. Should be good. Checked another 10 minutes: okay sign.
Woke early but spent ages prepping. Real girls take this long to get ready.
"Gotta dress too."
Muttered as I opened the closet. Grabbed underwear and uniform, then realized I was naked. Wasn't my habit originally, but after Taeyang's antics, it's normal now. Don't even think "weird" seeing female nudity anymore. I've changed.
"Hmm..."
Uniform looked normal—hypnosis worn off? Neat blouse, skirt covering half my thighs. Do I need underwear?
"Hmm..."
Taeyang likes exposure play. Obvious. So why not go all out?
Resolved, I shoved underwear back in the closet. Self-imposed, feels weird but...
"Whatever."
Heart hole down there makes it pointless anyway. Top might show a bit, but subtle enough.
"Should be fine."
Uniform on: perfect. Wait, hike skirt a tad? Too long looks off. Kids these days shorten 'em. Folded and raised: pretty legs showing. Stopped before panties peeked. Taeyang should love this...
"He will. If not, it's bullshit."
Grabbed bag, left home. Yubin's handkerchief from yesterday? Not washing it. Gonna keep it...
Sounds pervy. But gotta. Return it, she might seduce Taeyang again. Then I'm screwed.
Perfect self-justification as I stepped out.
"Short..."
This length makes walking hard. Guy stride? Instant panty flash. But okay. Learned dainty walk yesterday. Weird tutorial existed. Learned it all—no harm.
Am I a genius?
Walking primly,
"Ah."
Choi Yubin at school gate. Lighter makeup than usual, less scary even expressionless.
Tried sneaking past, no way. Straight ahead.
"Sebin-ah."
"Y-Yeah?"
Planned to ignore, but her surprisingly sweet voice made me reply.
She approached, grabbed my hand.
"You'll help, right?"
No. Wanted to say it, but no guts. Froze silent.
She smirked at me, turned, headed into school. What the—? Annoyed, shook off her hand, glanced back: Jung Taeyang right there.
Saw? Good if he did. Shows we're "friends," so no harsh stuff. But do I need to fake friendship? She's still rude.
Anyway.
"H-Hi...?"
Startled, but I dolled up for him, right? Fidgeted, looked up cutely. Should look adorable. Greeted expectantly.
"...Yeah. Hi."
Not the reaction I expected. Not gushing "gorgeous," but at least blush or cute response. Instead, stiff face, brushed past.
What? Did I mess up? Woman's intuition: not shy escape. Genuinely pissed, just left.
Stared blankly at his back.
"Wh-What..."
All that effort wasted. Depressed.
*
"..."
Sat zoning out through class. Wanted to talk to Taeyang, but vibe was off. No naughty stuff like usual, just glaring at desk like troubled. Not my fault, right? Something happened. If it is me... heart might break.
"..."
How long later? His gaze flicked my way. No words, super brief—but I caught it. Been staring at him nonstop.
Chance! But how to cheer him? Recalled old memory: "How to soothe angry boyfriend." "Wanna touch my boobs?" works instantly.
Good idea. Hiked short skirt: straight-lined pussy exposed naturally.
Taeyang flinched visibly. Boobs during class iffy, but under-desk handplay fine?
"Pussy... wanna touch?"
Felt his stare lock on. That gaze alone melted my tight pussy slick. Juices trickled; his eyes wavered. But no move to touch.
No choice.
"..."
Clenched down there, winked the hole. Embarrassing, but arousing, right? His crotch twitched too.
Grabbed his arm with both hands, guided to my pussy.
"Nah. Later."
He shook me off, went blank-faced again. Ears pink—he likes it—so why?
"Uh uh..."
Something bad really happen? Worry surged suddenly.