Sorry, But I Have to Fuck You. 1
On Sunday at lunchtime, when Silk received a text from Paster asking if she could come see him for a bit, she felt like she might just float away.
The post on Inbyul from Ska Rate—complete with photos of her shopping at the outlet with Paster—had gone up, and even after scouring every outlet in Hypo City multiple times without finding a trace of them, Silk's irritation and rage from that night when she returned home and got hit with an emergency summons from the Blond family melted away like snow at the mere call from Paster.
She'd been stuck at the Blond family estate for what she considered the most pointless meeting imaginable—a Blond family emergency countermeasures session about retaliating against the Julie family for openly insulting them—but the instant she got Paster's message, she blew off all the elders trying to hold her back, summoned her Reddy-Reddy, and zipped straight to the agreed spot: the 3rd Team annex.
It was right in the middle of a super important meeting about payback against the Julie family or whatever, but to Silk, nothing mattered a hundred—no, a thousand—times more than Paster calling for her.
Storming into the annex, she forgot all about the meeting topics and agenda, buzzing with anticipation about what Paster might do to her today—would he collar her and treat her like Malangi again?—as she flung open the door to the guest room where he waited.
The moment she did, she caught sight of Paster covering his face with both hands, letting out a troubled sigh. Even that looked utterly devastatingly hot to her eyes, so she reflexively dashed over and hugged him from behind.
Silk's breasts weren't quite on Ia Ris's god-tier level, but they were plenty voluptuous, perfectly shaped works of art that squished adorably against the nape of his neck.
With a move destructive enough to send any man's heart pounding between heaven and earth, she rubbed her cheek against his, calling his name in a voice dripping with cuteness.
"Potsiii♡"
"...Senior."
Even with that voice so sweet it could melt a normal guy's heart on the spot, and all the overflowing affection, Paster—the man whose name she'd called—just dropped his hands from his face and responded flatly, wearily.
"Why'd you call me? Were you that desperate to see me? Enough to drag me out on a weekend lunch out of nowhere?"
His listless voice and slumped shoulders screamed that he was in a seriously troubled state, but none of that registered for Silk, the most my-way-or-the-highway S-rank awakener in Liar's Trap.
His face darkened even more at her light, bubbly tone—practically bouncing with excitement—instead of her usual sticky, loaded innuendo.
Is it really okay to so selfishly exploit the feelings of someone who gets this happy just from me calling her...?
That heavy thought crushed Paster's chest.
But if he didn't sleep with Silk, he'd be stuck living the rest of his life as a turbo-virgin sex dud, so he had no choice right now.
Okay, let's talk it out first. Maybe that'll lead to some solution.
Having started taking love seriously after his raw, loving sex with Ia Ris and the no-hypnosis reveal, Paster stood from his chair with a stiff expression, turned to face her, and pulled out his phone to show her the fake hypnosis app screen.
"Senior, could you take a look at this?"
"...Ahh♡"
Between Silk, who had to hide that the hypnosis app was fake, and Paster, who had to hide that he'd figured it out, an unspoken rule had formed: 'The app's fake, but we'll pretend to be hypnotized, and we won't talk about what happens after using it.'
That's why Silk—knowing better than anyone it was fake—obediently let her eyes go glassy, and Paster wielded the fake app as his bare-minimum defense mechanism.
Unlike Paster, whose heart now ached even at the act of using the app, Silk flashed back to her time as Malangi and felt her womb tingling with excitement, utterly soaked in anticipation.
What play is he gonna do today, hitting me with hypnosis right off the bat like this? Can I be Malangi again? Can I become Potsi's full-time fuck-pet and submit completely?
Silk, who normally ignored suits but was wearing one now because of the family summons, felt her panties soaking through under her skirt.
Just imagining it made her pussy weep tears of joy—the experience of becoming Malangi had been so intensely, blissfully stimulating for her.
"...Huu♡ Huu♡"
Her eyes lost focus, her face went blank, but she couldn't hide her ragged breathing from the arousal.
She got a bit anxious—what if Paster noticed something off?—but her rough breaths kept leaking out anyway. Meanwhile, Paster was too wrapped up in his own head to think anything was strange.
"Hng...!"
Finally holding her breath to stifle any suspicious sounds, Silk looked at him as Paster spoke for the first time since activating the app.
In that brief gap between his mouth opening, his vocal cords vibrating, and the words reaching her as meaningful language, her mind spun through a whirlwind of fantasies.
I wonder what play he's gonna bless me with this time—he's even furrowing his brow. Last time he spanked my pussy silly, so maybe anal tail plug now? Or collar me up for a naked outdoor walk? In broad daylight? In front of everyone? That's so embarrassing. But if it gets posted online and etched there forever... I'd officially be Potsi's property. Embarrassing, yeah, but worth shutting my eyes and going for if it brands me as his possession...
Just as her thoughts reached that point, Paster's voice completed its sentence and shattered her reverie.
"...Senior, from now on, everything's the same as normal—except you're hypnotized. When the hypnosis ends, you'll forget everything that happened during it. Got it?"
"Huh? Y-yeah. Got it."
"Good. Then when I snap my fingers, act like normal."
Snap.
Paster snapped, and focus returned to Silk's bright amber eyes.
"Uh, huh? Wh-what?"
Even though she hadn't actually been hypnotized, Silk blinked like she was coming out of the real deal, wearing a faintly puzzled expression.
Paster watched her act with troubled eyes, then parted his lips and spoke to her.
"Senior, first off... I'm sorry. I know all about your feelings for me, but I had no choice. I'm really, truly sorry."
"Huh?"
She'd been expecting romantic lines like 'Strip, you bitch.' or 'Malangi, wanna keep pretending to be human?' or 'Our little Malangi... shall we start with licking my feet?'—stuff that just thinking about made her heart race, pussy drip, and womb prep for ovulation. This out-of-left-field apology threw her completely.
What the...? Why's he suddenly apologizing? And bringing up my feelings?
Everyone knew Silk loved Paster since the Malangi incident anyway, so him mentioning it wasn't a shock. But tacking on 'I know all about your feelings for me, but I had no choice. I'm really sorry.' was the kind of line that planted all sorts of seeds in the listener's mind, leaving her suddenly anxious.
What does Potsi have to be sorry to me for? Why's he making that pained face, struggling so hard to even say it? What the hell happened...?
As her doubts started spiraling, one fact flashed through her mind.
N-no way... the date with Ska Rate posted on Inbyul yesterday...?
That thought alone made her heart plummet into horrific dread.
Her vision blurred, her legs nearly buckled, but she desperately denied the worst-case scenario rising in her head.
N-no, no way. Ska Rate's a total nightmare for Potsi. No way he'd cross that line with her.
She kept denying it inwardly, but what if and that photo of Paster smiling with Ska pierced her denials like needles.
"Hah... Hah... Hah... Hah."
Her breaths, ragged from excitement moments ago, now rasped from sheer anxiety.
This moment, blissful seconds before, twisted into a nightmare in an instant.
For her to survive, that what if in her head had to stay unreal. She'd only live if it did. With a quavering, tearful voice, she asked Paster,
"Why... why are you apologizing, Potsi? What... what did you do wrong?"
"......"
Even at her desperately forced question, Paster clamped his mouth shut like he couldn't bear to say it aloud. That cruel silence ballooned her anxiety, and Silk gripped his shoulders tight with trembling hands, repeating no, no, no in her mind.
"Tell me! Why just apologize and not explain?!"
As she shook his shoulders and screamed in raw desperation, he averted his gaze like he had no face to show, mumbling in a sinking voice,
"I... have to have sex with you, Senior. Raw creampie sex."
"......What?"