Possessed into "The World Is Already Under Hypnosis" (9)
"Oh my. You're Seungyeon? You look so adorable. Unlike that smell-fetish sow bitch, you seem nice and docile."
The apron symbolizing motherhood. Her hair neatly tied up. Long, downcast eyelashes. Kind eyes that seemed ready to indulge any whim, and glossy lips. And above all... those overwhelming tits. I knew it the moment I saw her. This was Kim Hea-e.
I could instantly see why Kim Hoyoung was into his mom. Her breasts were insanely huge. They'd transcended the limits of an Asian woman. I wanted to bury my face in them and nuzzle... wait, no? Huh? What's this? I'm a guy, and I like big tits, but weirdly, Kim Hea-e didn't turn me on at all. Why?
Maybe because I knew she'd been fucked senseless by her son Kim Hoyoung countless times, turning her into a total pervert mom. She might look innocent on the outside, but she'd commit murder without hesitation for him—a complete psycho bitch.
"You'll be staying with us for a while, right? Make yourself at home."
This kindness would vanish like a bubble if Kim Hoyoung lost interest in me. Still, I decided to gratefully accept Kim Hea-e's gesture of even preparing my meal.
"Ah... thank you for the food. But I want to go back home—"
"No."
Fast. Before I could even finish.
"Not until Hoyoung gives permission."
Kim Hea-e was still smiling sweetly, but there was an eerie authority in her expression. Like an impregnable fortress with no cracks to exploit—one simple reply was enough to convince me she'd never help me. Not that it was a surprise.
The author had raved that alongside Himeko—who was remaking her homeland Japan into a cult state worshiping Kim Hoyoung—Kim Hea-e vied for top spot in loyalty. Lately, she'd even stayed addicted to her son's cock taste even after hypnosis was lifted, reborn as his irrefutable slave. Better to pray to the heavens than ask her for help.
"Hoyoung bestowed the grace of kidnapping you, so you should think about repaying that debt by his side, Seungyeon."
"……"
Her tone was gentle, like scolding a naive child, but the content was utterly alienating. Was I the only one who thought "kidnapping grace" was a contradiction in terms? ...Yeah, just me, it seemed. At least at this bizarre dinner table.
Kim Jiwon and Kim Hea-e sat across from each other, while a long-haired ponytail woman in a choker stood a bit away, stern-faced like a bodyguard. Was that Isia? She was pretty too. Gave off that all-around perfect vibe—like someone who balanced sports and studies effortlessly. Which matched her actual setting... but people really do live up to their looks.
Anyway, the meal was all laid out, but no one touched their spoons. The awkward silence dragged on for minutes until I couldn't take it and pretended to start eating—only for six furious eyes to lock onto me at once.
"No eating until Hoyoung arrives."
"That bitch with no manners. Why'd bro bring her home?"
"Jiwon. That could be interpreted as an insult to the Master."
"Shut your mouth. You gonna defy me, bro's own blood? You fucking real doll."
Unlike Kim Hea-e and Isia, who waited primly with perfect posture, Kim Jiwon was sloppily surfing her phone, showing zero decorum. And Isia was supposedly Jiwon's high school senior, yet her past was wiped clean and she was treated like mere real doll trash. What a personality on her.
"Haaah~ Did everyone sleep well?"
"Good morning, young master!"
"Good morning, bro!"
"You look incredibly handsome today as always, Master!"
But when Kim Hoyoung finally showed up, even Kim Jiwon sprang up like a trained soldier with the others, bowing deeply. They held the rigid pose—heads bowed, angles sharp—until he gestured for them to sit. A family with perfect hierarchy. Or could you even call this a family?
"Morning, Seungyeon."
"……"
"She's ignoring him."
Thud!! Isia slammed her sheathed sword into the floor, making a racket. Her eyes were terrifying—pure yakuza glare aimed at me. Kim Hea-e quietly sighed, radiating chill, while Kim Jiwon mouthed, 'You wanna die?'
I hadn't meant to snub him—I just didn't want to play nice with Kim Hoyoung. Realizing I was in the enemy's den, I hurriedly corrected my mistake.
"Ah, morning. Good morning, Kim Hoyoung."
"Yeah, my Seungyeon. Sleep well?"
"Uh? Y-yeah..."
What the hell? When he ruffled my hair as he passed, my heart pounded. So loud I worried everyone could hear it.
Why was I reacting like this? Baek Eunha's pussy or Kim Hea-e's tits left me cold, but a touch from Kim Hoyoung made me flutter? Was I losing it? I'm not gay.
"No matter what, once you're in a woman's body, you'll fall for the Master soon enough."
Baek Eunha's confident words flashed back unbidden. But no—I'd never fall for Kim Hoyoung. Never. Fall for some novel side character? And willingly turn into a retard like his slaves, joyfully offering body and soul? Hell no. Not ever. No matter what.
"Alright, let's eat."
Once Kim Hoyoung sat, everyone else could finally start. Everything really revolved around him. No one complained, so this absurdity would drag on forever. What could I expect from this insane world? Just eat, recover my strength, and plot my escape home.
"Hey, Seungyeon."
"Yeah?"
I'd just scooped some beef radish soup when that bastard dropped another absurd line. Nothing normal ever came out of his mouth.
"Feed me."
"Hah? What're your hands for?!"
"They're in your pussy right now."
"Ack! You bastard! What the hell during breakfast?!"
Suddenly, his hand slipped into my panties. No one batted an eye at the mid-meal fiasco—they just kept eating like nothing happened. ...Fuck. They'd sat me next to him for this, huh.
"Don't touch! Stop! I told you last time—I'm a guy!"
"A guy, huh? Then what's this?"
"Ahh!! Ack!! Aaah...♡"
My crotch buzzed like crazy. A sensation unlike any jerk-off I'd felt. Heat surged through my body; my thighs tingled like an electric shock. All because Kim Hoyoung was rubbing my clit.
"Sto...! Stop...! That...! Ack! Not there! Not there—dangerous... stop...! Ah! Aah!"
"A guy cumming from clit play? First time I've heard of that."
"F-fine, I get it! Stop...! No more... dangerous...!"
"Dangerous how?"
This fucker was too skilled. Made sense—he spent every day fucking women. But this was beyond expectations. Wait—skill? He was just pinching and twirling my clit. No fancy moves. I was just way too sensitive.
"Haaah! Ack! Ah, there! There! There! Yeah... squeeze it more... yeah. Ah. Yeah. Mmm. Ah."
"Like this?"
"Haaaaah!! Don't squeeze so hard out of nowhere!!"
Ah. Some signal hit me. Like a bird knowing flight without lessons, or a fish swimming instinctively—I knew it deep down. I was about to go. Not as a man, but as a woman—my first orgasm.
"Yessssshiiit!!"
What the fuck was that moan?! Yessssshiiit?! I'd never made a sound like some ero manga slut—why'd it spill out so naturally? Fuck if I know. My belly heated up, and something—not piss—gushed from my pussy.
Not "gushed," really. My first squirt exploded like a fountain, arcing out spectacularly. Fuck. This was squirting? The lewd fluid kept coming, tracing a parabolic spray. How much was I even producing? No clue. My head was foggy, blank. Just... felt good.
'This... is a woman's pleasure?'
'If I learn to love this... I'll never go back...'
Gah! Fuck, what was I just thinking?! Snap out of it! I'm a man! Sure, I came from clit teasing, but I'm still a guy!
"Felt good, right, Seungyeon?"
"……Urk."
Couldn't deny it—my conscience stung. It was too obviously amazing to lie. I shyly nodded instead.
Kim Hoyoung found it cute, petting my head and kissing my cheek. Ah, damn. Couldn't even resist. No energy left to pretend I hated it. Drained from squirting, I just panted raggedly.
"Want me to keep making you feel good?"
"Wha...? It's not over?"
"What? You thought a little clit rub was the end? You've got a long way to go, Seungyeon."
"What more... I already came so hard my legs gave out."
"True female corruption starts now. Get excited."
"No way! I won't fall into that female shit! I'm a man! If you wanna corrupt me, bring a sexy older babe or something!"
I boldly flipped him off and boasted—right up until he touched my clit again. Reason flew out; soon I was spreading my legs. In the end, I fed him bites while letting his hand play.
"Damn it! Why am I...! Can't we just eat normally in this house?!"
"I'm working hard to pleasure your clit—be grateful."
"Fuck! Thank you! Aaah, yes, thank youuu!! Did you drug me, you bastard? Every touch drives me insane!! Ah! Cumming again!!!"
In the end, he ate all the food in front of me. I got pleasured to exhaustion and later boiled instant ramen alone. Fuck... that bastard Kim Hoyoung.
"Still, it felt good, so whatever... wanna clit-cum again... better than jerking off..."
Ah. Scratch that.