I'm Bored
Lying there, he muttered, "I'm bored."
Yeah. Bored. At least before the hypnosis, he didn't feel this bored. Sure, he couldn't afford to live or eat properly back then.
No. Thinking about those days, now is still better.
Of course. A life without even air conditioning or a boiler was worse than this slightly boring but abundant one. If someone told him to go back, he'd resist desperately.
He picked up his phone. Just like yesterday, he scrolled through the chat histories with them and the gallery again.
A photo of Choi Yuna grinning in a swimsuit with the most obscenely lewd design imaginable. He remembered. Back then, he'd gotten so turned on by Yuna in that swimsuit that they'd gone at it on the bed for three straight hours.
Lee Heena was no slouch either. Several photos of her posing in slutty lingerie, desperately trying to outdo her rival. Her competitive cuteness was adorable.
Joo Hye-eun and the other two in maid outfits. The design was so lasciviously slutty that her pink nipples and wet pussy were visible. They'd nailed the maid character perfectly. It suited her.
Haha.
With hypnosis, he'd fixed Yuna's parents' relationship and canceled their divorce. He'd hypnotized Heena's father, Lee Jintae, making him love and acknowledge the daughter he'd despised. He'd made the staff treat them well too. He'd solved their problems and troubles. Turned her gambling-addicted brother into a diligent man, helped her dementia-stricken father recognize his daughter, and chased off the loan sharks. As a bonus, those loan sharks quit the business and started something decent.
There wasn't any grand reason. He had the power to do it, and he didn't want to see the people around him suffer or struggle. That was all.
But in the process, he'd manipulated them as he pleased. Turned them into girlfriends, made them trust him... The photos these women sent were things no one in their right mind would ever share.
"-You're Heena's boyfriend? Ah... I get how you reeled her in."
"-Why? Think you can squeeze money out of a chaebol family?"
"-I'll be watching you. I don't know what you did to Heena, but you can't fool my eyes."
Especially Yuna. She'd been so prickly with him before. Her turning into someone who got heart-eyes just for him was all the hypnosis. No matter how well he'd treated them, it didn't erase the fact that he'd controlled them.
In the end, all of it was created by hypnosis. It wasn't his own power.
Still... wasn't that a bit too hasty?
Being human, such thoughts crept in. Right? After everything he'd done for them, would they really turn on him just because the hypnosis wore off?
I didn't do anything bad, though.
He hadn't raped a single one by force with hypnosis. Not Heena, not the prickly Yuna, not even the three maids from Yangho Group—they'd all offered themselves willingly.
No.
Hypnotizing them in the first place was wrong. Making Heena his girlfriend from the start was born of his filthy desires. Even their "willing" offerings were 100% influenced by hypnosis.
Don't think doing good for them guarantees forgiveness. Above all, once the hypnosis ended, they wouldn't even remember anyway, right?
He's no gambler.
This won't do.
Lying at home was just breeding useless thoughts. Time to go out for a walk. With some music.
He got up, grabbed some clothes. Comfortable gym wear. A gift from Heena.
"-Oppa! Wear this!"
"-Gym clothes? Why?"
"-Hehe, I thought about it. If you learn golf from me, you won't have to worry about us drifting apart."
"-Isn't it expensive?"
"-Not really. Just four million won!"
"-?"
Heena had practically forced the gym clothes on him and dragged him to learn golf. The memory of the ball landing in the water hazard—he'd gone to retrieve it, but mischief struck, so he hugged her and splashed around together, only to get scolded by Yuna. Still funny thinking about it now.
"-Haa... Follow me. I'll teach you better than Heena."
"-I was Heena's coach first, after all."
Yuna grabbed his arm tight, her lust shining in heart-shaped eyes.
"-Unnie! I told you not to flirt with my boyfriend!"
Fuming Heena yanked his other arm.
"-Wh-who's your boyfriend! Geon-woo said he likes me too!"
"-Unnie hated oppa at first!"
"-N-now I love him! I'd have ten babies if Geon-woo wanted!"
"-Y-you think I wouldn't?!"
"-You...!"
"-Hmph! Being unnie doesn't mean I yield! He's my boyfriend!"
To calm them down, he'd fucked them both at once. Until they were covered in cum and twitching all over.
And...
He shook his head sharply, snapping out of it. Damn. The memories kept coming.
This outfit was a pass. He ignored it and grabbed something else. The shirt and shorts he used to wear before getting the Hypnosis App.
Finally, he swallowed Jin Dahyeon's nutrition pill with water and headed out.
The air felt different. Heavy and humid.
Fine dust levels are good, they said.
Absurd thought as he plugged in his earphones and hit play.
"I miss you, my love~"
"Achoo."
Memories again. He stopped it quick and switched songs.
"Fines, you fucking teeth~"
Yeah. This worked. Easy to listen to, and best of all, no stray thoughts.
VROOOOOM!!!
A deafening roar split his eardrums. A gust of wind followed.
"Whooo~~~~~"
"Kieeeek!!!"
Several tuned motorcycles zipped by. Trailed by police cars chasing like mad. But the delinquents pulled stunts, toying with the cops.
"Sheesh, tsk tsk."
"End times, end times."
A few elders clicked their tongues.
"Just a month or two ago—three months, even—the streets were clean, no punks like that..."
A lady with a black plastic bag shook her head with a sigh.
"Exactly. Look over there."
He glanced— a young guy finished his drink and tossed the empty can anywhere.
"......"
Yun Geon-woo kept his head down, pretending not to hear as he passed the elders.
How long had he walked when a faint cigarette smell made him turn. Four delinquents in school uniforms smoking in a nearby alley.
"......"
Fine up to there.
"Ch-Chan-seok. I really don't have money..."
The four surrounded one kid. Face bruised from a prior beating, he was practically flat on the ground, begging.
"I-I'll bring 100,000 won by tomorrow. Please..."
Thwack!
"Guh!"
The delinquent called Chan-seok kicked the prone kid.
"Tomorrow's today, you fuck. I said 100,000 won by today."
"I-I really don't have... really..."
"Ah, fuck!"
Chan-seok stomped and kicked wildly.
"You little shit! If you don't have money, steal it! You retarded cripple?!"
Big initial swing, but weak stamina—he panted after a few hits.
"Hoo... Hey, grab this fucker's arms. Think I'm soft? You're done for today..."
Then their eyes met.
"Old man. What're you staring at? Scram."
"......"
"Scram, can't you understand?!"
Weird. Normally, getting cussed by kids would piss him off, but now? Nothing.
"Wanna die?"
"Retard?"
The delinquents spat one-liners. He let out a long sigh.
Trouble. Just ignore and go. Worst case, call the cops...
Then his eyes met the victim's. Bruised face, desperate gaze. If he walked away now?
Cops would take time even if he called.
Shit.
He wasn't coward enough to ignore that. "Kids. Isn't this too much?"
"What'd you say?"
"Old man. Just go."
Expected that. Talking nice doesn't work on these types.
Man, he missed the Hypnosis App. Used to solve this in ten seconds.
He strode toward the delinquents. Whoosh! A fist flew.
But it looked slow-motion slow. He tilted his head, dodged, and grabbed the throat.
"Guh...?!"
The guy clawed at his hand, but no dice. Geon-woo lifted him one-handed. Heavy, but manageable.
"Kuhk...!"
Dangling in the air, flailing, then limp. Out cold.
Thud.
He tossed the unconscious punk aside casually and eyed the rest.
"Huh?"
"What the fuck?"
"M-mma-mma fighter?"
Silent, he reached into his pocket. Pulled out a 500-won coin.
Creak...!
Fingers gripped the edges, strained. They trembled.
Clink!
He flung the folded-in-half coin at their feet. They glanced, then bolted.
"Hey, grab your friend... Whew, no loyalty those bastards."
"You okay?"
"Th-thank you..."
He helped the kid up, dusted off the dirt.
"Old man... Nothing else to say? Next time, call the cops. Enduring doesn't fix it."
"Y-yes... yes!"
Before, he'd have hypnotized confidence into him. Without it, he was nothing.
Heavy-hearted, he left the alley.
Old man...
Reminded him of Euna. She always called him that.
"Euna... Euna..."
He searched for news on her.
"Huh?"
"What?"
What the hell? Retiring at the peak? Why?