Back to the Cramped Studio
Yun Geon-woo opened his eyes to the sunlight pouring through the window. He checked the time on his phone—it was 4 p.m. Sleeping in was a given. He'd spent the previous night dashing around to ensure a clean getaway, pulling an all-nighter. Waking up this early was actually impressive.
"Ugh...!"
As he stretched, his fingertips brushed the wall. The reality of being back in this suffocating one-room studio hit him anew. If he'd been in Heena's grand mansion, he could've stretched and rolled around for ages without touching a wall.
Whatever. It didn't matter. He hadn't planned for this, but he'd squeezed... no, received a decent chunk of cash from the women. About 3 billion won? This should be enough to live off forever without working.
Throb! Maybe it was the morning—or afternoon—wood, but his pride and joy, the ten-incher, stood rigidly at attention. Units in inches, not centimeters.
"Sigh..."
Like hell it didn't matter. Seo Euna, Park Heejin, Lee Heena. Han Ga-eun and all the others. He missed their sweet voices. Their beautiful smiles. Their gorgeous bodies.
"Haa..."
The women had probably all forgotten and returned to their normal lives, but not him. Wake up, fuck, fight, play—then share that sweet, hypnotic love. How could he just slice that away like it was nothing?
"Ugh...!"
He rolled around, to and fro, clinging to his last shred of delusion as he rummaged through his phone again. But the hypnosis app was gone. Vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.
Yet his phone's gallery was packed with compressed memories of their time together. That was why, even if he tried to dismiss it as a dream, reality dragged him back. He'd tried pretending to be crazy to erase it, but he couldn't.
"Haha... ha."
Reality crashed down. Back then, the moment he opened his eyes, they'd swarm him with heart eyes, sucking him off with utter devotion.
Hunger followed the comedown.
"I'm hungry."
He muttered to himself. A tiny, rice-grain-sized hope that they'd say, "Oh, hungry? Just wait a sec~" while cooking in nothing but aprons, like before.
Ga-eun's... her cooking was the best. Han Ga-eun, Seo Euna's mother. Her pussy was divine, but so was her kimchi stew.
He tentatively called out to Ga-eun. Silence answered.
His head knew, but his heart refused. The hypnosis app that had made him a king had expired. All he had left was a fat wallet and his old life.
Forget it.
He shook his head to clear the thoughts, got up, and opened the cupboard. Two packs of ramen greeted him. But they were expired.
Expiration date. He knew it just meant the circulation period, but it felt off, so he tossed them and headed to the convenience store.
"Welcome."
"...Yeah."
He brushed off the long-haired male clerk's greeting, bought some ramen, and returned. He boiled water himself and slurped it down.
After ramen, he grabbed the nutrition pill bottle from his friend and shook it. No wonder it felt light—the last pill tumbled into his palm.
All gone.
He popped it in and washed it down. Then his phone rang.
"What're you up to?"
He snatched it up, and a familiar female voice flowed out. A clichéd description, but clear and melodic, like jade beads rolling on a tray. He'd heard it so often it was routine now.
"What else? Just chilling."
"The nutrition pills I gave you?"
"Finished 'em today. That's why you're calling, right?"
"Yup. Come pick up a month's supply. Same spot as last time... yawn..."
Dahyeon was a scientist. She often pulled all-nighters, and from the massive yawn, she'd probably been at it all day yesterday.
"That Starbucks, yeah? Got it. You okay? Sound tired."
"Just gonna hand 'em over and crash."
"Be there quick."
He threw on clothes and bolted out.
Jin Dahyeon was a genius who'd shone early in science, math—pretty much everything. She'd been making his nutrition pills since high school. Take them regularly, no exercise needed, no illnesses, peak health. He had no clue what was in them. When he asked, she'd drawl in that sleepy tone, You wouldn't get it anyway.
Thanks to this genius friend, he scored premium pills for free. No way he'd miss out—he sprinted full-tilt to the cafe.
Jin Dahyeon. A true lifesaver. Not just for the pills. After his parents' divorce, she'd comforted him, helped with everything. Without her, who knows where he'd be.
So when he first got the hypnosis app, he'd tested it on her—but nothing crazy. She hadn't even noticed at first; it was coincidence. He'd made her raise her hand, sit, jump in place. Her dazed eyes obeyed perfectly, so he released her immediately.
Dahyeon was stunning—raven-black hair, blue eyes, breasts that could overwhelm with three times the impact. But she'd been his grateful friend since childhood. No thought of toying with her under hypnosis.
He arrived in under five minutes, despite the distance. Pro-athlete level stamina and speed.
Hmm, sex is a workout, after all.
Silly thought aside, he pushed open the cafe door. The big "PULL" sign had zero effect on him.
No reserved seat, but Dahyeon was unmistakable. Jet-black hair, striking blue eyes—rare enough. Add a lab coat like she wore for experiments, and those overwhelmingly massive breasts? Impossible to miss.
"Yawn~"
She covered her mouth, then stretched with a groan, arms high. Already tall and long-limbed, she instantly drew every guy's gaze. It didn't take long for those eyes to zero in on one spot (her chest). Breasts like that were irresistible.
"Um, excuse me..."
"Got a boyfriend."
"Sorry."
Some brave soul approached; she shut him down. Half-lidded eyes gave her a weary look, expression flat, voice monotone—enough to feel cold to some, deterring further advances.
She spotted him and smiled faintly.
"Hey."
"You beat me here?"
"Yeah."
She nodded, pulling a pill bottle from her lab coat pocket and sliding it over.
"Thirty pills. One a day... yawn~"
Another yawn. How many nights had she pulled?
"Thanks, I'll take good care of 'em. You sure you're okay? Look beat."
"Huh? Oh... I sleep two, three hours every other day. Fine."
"Every other day, a few hours?"
"Two or three. Why? That's normal, right?"
"You're gonna collapse, idiot. What the hell are you making that keeps you up like that?"
"This is tame. Last year, anti-gravity and hyperspace jump experiments—I pulled four all-nighters a month and slept two hours total."
Straight out of a sci-fi flick.
"A whole month, four all-nighters, two hours sleep?"
"Yup."
"You'll wreck your body."
"I got my body handled. Worry about yours—your eyes look dead. Worse than mine."
"Huh? Oh... well."
"What? Got dumped? Your eyes had spark last month. Now they're rotten pollack eyes."
"It's nothing."
Dahyeon stared long and hard, then nodded like she had no choice. Even a casual nod was killer with her looks. Did she know she needed to watch out in public?
"Doesn't seem like nothing."
"Why's that?"
"Dunno. Can just tell."
She propped her chin indifferently.
"Shoulders slumped, eyes and voice weaker than usual. Figured you got dumped."
"...Nothing."
"I said it doesn't look like nothing."
"If it's nothing, it's nothing."
She went quiet. When he didn't budge, she shrugged helplessly.
They chatted about nothing substantial, then parted. Back home, he shelved the pills and pondered dinner.
Ring ring!
His phone blared suddenly. Unknown caller. Had he been caught? He hesitated, then closed his eyes and answered.
"Hello?"
"Is this Yoon Minsu's son?"
"Yes, that's me. Who is this?"
"This is OO Hospital. Your father, Geon-woo's dad... he's, uh, passed away."
"Pardon?"