Chapter 9: Personality Reversal, The Husband in the Mirror
Gazing down at Seo Yu-ran, who had passed out soaked in saliva and semen from the gang rape's afterglow,
the Trainer drew out a cold silver syringe once more.
"Now, it's time for the final injection. This will perfectly blur the boundaries between fantasy and reality, husband and master."
The needle pierced Yu-ran's skin, and the dark red special hypnotic drug flowed in.
The drug pierced the last remaining barrier of chastity in her mind,
beginning to reassemble her deepest subconscious.
"Mm……."
Yu-ran opened her eyes. Astonishingly, the scene before her was not that red chamber.
It was her own bedroom, bathed in warm sunlight, incredibly cozy and familiar.
"Honey……?"
She turned to the side, but her husband's spot was empty. Her head throbbed as if it might split open,
and she felt like she'd had an utterly disgusting, nightmarish dream, yet strangely, no memories remained.
Only a sticky, foul dampness deep inside her lower body, soaked with sweat and something else,
made her frown as she rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom.
Shwaaaaa—.
Warm water cascaded over Yu-ran's entire body.
Her seductive figure, befitting Korea's top announcer, was revealed unreservedly beneath the stream.
Her full breasts, honed by years of care, swelled even heavier as they absorbed the moisture,
and the lines of her narrow waist flowing into wide hips and taut, bursting ass drew grotesquely perfect curves amid the white steam.
The warm shower eased her tension, leaving her body languid.
As thick steam and the soft scent of soap filled the bathroom, her mind grew calm.
Then, the shower door slid open with a soft whoosh, and a dark shadow approached, embracing her back fiercely.
"……!"
It was her husband.
A musky night-flower scent emanated thickly from him—fishy, yet strangely tingling her brain and lifting her mood.
And the heavy, rigid presence of that massive 'thing' prodding insistently between the cleft of her plump ass.
At that intense stimulation, Yu-ran's legs buckled momentarily, and she braced both hands against the shower wall.
"Honey…… you can't just come in while I'm washing……."
Instead of answering, her husband rubbed the soap suds over her body with gentle strokes, beginning overt caresses.
His slippery hands trailed down her water-beaded back, roughly kneading her round ass,
then seized her full breasts, stimulating her nipples hard.
Yu-ran's drug-sensitized body ignited at his touch, ready to burst.
"Haah……! Hnng, honey…… something's wrong, my body…… it's too hot……."
Yu-ran was already losing her reason. Love juices gushing from her lower half mixed with the soapy water and flowed down.
Without even turning around, she begged.
"Put it in…… please, fill me up tight, honey……!"
In that instant, her husband's demeanor shifted abruptly. He grabbed her bobbed hair roughly, yanking her head back,
and slammed her so hard against the shower glass that her full breasts squished obscenely.
Then, his massively swollen cock thrust mercilessly into her drenched pussy in one brutal stroke.
"Aaaaahhh!!!"
A piercing scream echoed through the shower. Beastly sex began.
Thwack! Thwack!
The raw slapping of flesh overwhelmed the pouring water.
Yu-ran thrashed wildly at her husband's ferocious size,
yet to take him deeper, she stood on tiptoe and thrust her ass high toward the sky.
The steam from the warm water had long dissipated.
Only their ragged breaths and vulgar moans filled the shower booth white.
As she neared climax, Yu-ran turned her head and cried out.
"Aang! Aaah! Honey, your cock…… your cock is so big and thick……!
Way better than usual, so much betterrrr!!"
"Look closer at your slutty self."
Her husband lifted her hips while still buried inside, hoisting her up effortlessly.
He carried her out of the shower to the massive full-length mirror.
In the mirror, her legs splayed wide, exposing her privates fully,
her entire body flushed red-hot with arousal—a lewd vision of herself.
At that shameful wide-angle view, Yu-ran lost her mind even more violently.
Her husband pistoned his hips mercilessly while holding her like that.
Then it happened. The thick steam in the heated bathroom began to settle.
The foggy mirror cleared, revealing sharply
the face of the man savagely thrusting from behind Yu-ran in the reflection.
It was not her husband.
Grizzled hair, greedy eyes—an old man. Chairman Choi Yeong-gon of SJ Group.
"……!"
But Yu-ran's reaction was astonishing.
Even upon confirming the man's identity as Choi Yeong-gon, she showed no surprise or scream.
The hypnosis drug and Trainer's brainwashing had perfectly merged 'husband' and 'Choi Yeong-gon' in her mind.
Instead, her face lit with ecstatic joy as she cried out.
"Honey……! Yeong-gon……! Aaaahh!!"
Choi Yeong-gon grinned grotesquely and set Yu-ran down on the long marble vanity.
They embraced as if to crush each other, pressing perfectly tight.
Beneath the pouring water, Yu-ran showered mad kisses on Choi Yeong-gon's wrinkled face and lips.
Like a child devouring the world's tastiest treat, drool dripping as she licked inside his mouth.
And as electric jolts surged between her thighs, a massive orgasm crashed over her,
Yu-ran clutched Choi Yeong-gon's neck and screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Yeong-gon……! Cum in my pussy…… fill my pussy……! It's tingling…… I'm cumming, cummiiingggg!!!"
Sharp morning air slapped her cheek.
Seo Yu-ran came to her senses. Before her was neither her home nor the Red Room—it was the front gate of Gangnam Police Station.
The white shirt and suit she wore were filthy, stained with dirt as if she'd rolled in it for days.
Yet remarkably, her neatly combed-back hair, eyes, and expression
radiated the same intellectual, noble aura as Korea's top announcer at the news desk.
Outwardly, the perfect image of a normal victim dramatically returned after disappearance.
But beneath her skirt, with no panties on,
she fully felt Choi Yeong-gon's semen mixed with her own juices trickling down her thighs.
Still, no shame crossed her face—only a strange serenity.
Because the Trainer's final command etched in her brain was activating.
'Go meet your sister. Act natural.And until Master's orders come…… hide as the perfect announcer.'
Yu-ran straightened her soiled collar neatly, then pushed open the heavy glass door of the police station with her slender hand and walked in slowly.
Toward the tiger's den, where her sister Seo Yu-ah was frantically searching for her with eyes rolled back in worry.