Misunderstanding 1
I smoothed down my skirt hem and stared hard at Jung Taeyang. Pussy juice was flowing from my drenched slit, soaking the chair, but that wasn't the issue. For Jung Taeyang to reject my pussy? Something huge must have gone wrong.
"What's wrong?" I grabbed his hand tight and asked carefully.
"It's not that." But all I got back was Jung Taeyang's awkward smile. He pulled his hand free, pulled me into a hug, gave my head a half-hearted pat, and turned away. He didn't even stroke my hair properly. A little... no, honestly, I was really disappointed. No matter what, I'd dolled myself up to look pretty, so shouldn't he at least compliment me? But he wasn't even showing the reaction he used to, let alone liking it.
Feeling miffed, I turned away too. I'd put up with the embarrassment to cheer him up, even let him do naughty things... but my sopping wet crotch kept nagging at me. I snuck a sidelong glance at Jung Taeyang, but he looked the same as before. If I had that Hypnosis App, I could figure out what was up.
Ah.
I did have it. The Hypnosis App. I immediately launched the app on my smartphone. I hadn't used it much lately with everything piling up, but it was still the Hypnosis App, right? I could use it on Jung Taeyang and find out what was going on.
But how do you even use this thing? Was it different from Jung Taeyang's app? Now that I'd opened it, I had no clue. I fiddled with it for a while, and before I knew it, class was over. The second class ended, Jung Taeyang stood up.
Normally, he'd chat with me a bit, fool around... Lately, I'd been feeling all sulky. I don't even have friends, you know. I slumped in my seat, pouting as I watched him. He went over to Choi Yubin, who was in the middle of sex processing, took her hand, and led her out of the classroom...
"Huh?" It hit me like a hammer to the head—a spark exploded in my mind. Jung Taeyang took Choi Yubin? How was I supposed to interpret that?
"No, no way. It can't be..." Uneasy thoughts crept up on me. I tried to think positively, but it was impossible. The reason Jung Taeyang took Choi Yubin was way too obvious. All the thoughts I'd been denying started bubbling up one by one.
Why Choi Yubin had been so friendly that morning. Why Jung Taeyang showed no reaction to me. Why he didn't even touch me when I offered my body.
"No way..." Even so, this fast? No. With Choi Yubin's aggressiveness, it wouldn't be weird if she'd done something yesterday. While I was home practicing alone, did she seduce Jung Taeyang? Impossible scenes flashed in my head. Jung Taeyang and Choi Yubin on the way home. Chatting as they walked, Jung Taeyang falling for Choi Yubin's blatant advances. Then they go to his place together, fuck each other's brains out. Jung Taeyang, bored of my body, thrilled by the new stimulation...
"No, no. That can't be..." I was on the verge of tears, clawing at my hair. I didn't care if I got passed around, but the thought of Jung Taeyang mixing with Choi Yubin was driving me insane. I jumped up and started searching for them. They just left, so I could catch them quick. I had to find them.
I shoved open the door with a screech and stepped into the hall. Plenty of students around, but Choi Yubin's pink hair stood out instantly. I tailed them carefully, not wanting to be spotted. They walked slowly toward the health room downstairs.
"Why there..." It kept bugging me. It can't be real, right? But deep down, I knew there was only one reason to head to the health room. With shaking hands, I gripped the health room doorknob. I wouldn't go in—just peek. That was my resolve. But as I cracked the door open...
"Slurp...♡ Sluuuurp...♡ Haa...♡"
A sticky, wet sound leaked through. Choi Yubin's voice. I froze, door ajar, unable to move. No way, no way... it can't be.
...Yeah, she's probably just sucking his dick. Even that made me want to die of jealousy, but whatever—I'd given my first kiss to a dick too, and...
"Th-that was my... first kiss...♡"
But that thought shattered at Choi Yubin's voice. First kiss? She really gave him her first kiss? No, probably like me—gave it to his dick or something. It can't be real...
"Ah..." When I came to, I was slumped on the floor. Probably the biggest shock since transmigrating here—or even from my male days. I leaned against the wall by the door, listening to the sounds. A man's ragged breathing, Choi Yubin's moans, flesh slapping flesh...
"..." My vision blurred. I touched my face—tears. No, not now. My makeup would run. I wiped my eyes with the handkerchief I'd borrowed from Choi Yubin. But the tears wouldn't stop.
"Why..." Why was I crying? It wasn't something to cry over. Anyone would think my boyfriend got stolen. It hit me anew. I didn't even like him... or did I?
...Do I really not like him? If I didn't, I wouldn't be crying like this. So, do I like him?
"..." I didn't know. Couldn't answer that yet. But one thing was clear.
"I hate it..." I hated Jung Taeyang being with another girl. That much was pure truth, no matter what anyone said. I crouched there sobbing for a while, then fixed my makeup in the bathroom and went back to class. Jung Taeyang didn't return for the next period either.
*
"Haa... fuu... your pussy's grip is insane."
"Hngaaah...♡"
I sat quietly in the health room chair, watching the two beasts mate. Choi Yubin and some male student whose name I couldn't recall. Right now, she probably saw him as her ideal type. Being a lesbian, she'd think of him as a girl, and that dick as a double-ended dildo or something. The effect of my hypnosis, obviously. Who told you to go after another guy's girl?
I wanted to pierce her, tattoo her, sell her off as an internet whore, but that might shock Sebin too much. They're friends, after all.
"Not my type."
If it weren't for Sebin, I'd have crushed her like that blue-haired girl last time. I missed Sebin already.
"..."
Anyway, Sebin came to school all dolled up today. Honestly, it made me a bit jealous. Probably not for me—likely learned makeup tips from Choi Yubin. That's why I held back on reacting. Didn't want to praise something she learned from her. And... my mood soured, so she offered her pussy. She was getting too slutty; it was worrying me. I made her that way, but what I wanted was Sebin fidgeting cutely, not this. Not that it was bad. Super cute, super hot, whatever... as long as it was Sebin, it was fine.
"Maybe tone it down a bit..." Was her sensitivity too high? Her pussy got soaked just looking at me; she seemed uncomfortable. I loved it since it turned me on, but from her side, it must be tough.
"Hrgggh...♡"
I glanced over—Choi Yubin had her eyes rolled back, climaxing. I'd fix her quick and separate her from Sebin. That's why I recruited her. The plan: Make that guy her ideal type, drown her in pleasure. Then gradually lift the hypnosis. Her pleasure-addicted body would accept him even realizing he's male. Once she realizes he was always a guy, her lesbianism corrects itself naturally.
"Should've started like this from the beginning."
I muttered, fiddling with my phone. I had to stay to lift the hypnosis, but I missed Sebin. Didn't care about their fucking. Hurry up and finish so I could play with Sebin. Where next? Amusement park, hot springs... cherry blossoms then? Or a trip...
"Sounds good."
This was happiness. I planned our vacation, feeling great. Better during break, maybe.
"Alright, drop hypnosis one level."
"Hek... huh?"
Anyway, I missed Sebin.