Don't Get Cocky Just Because Hoyoung Treats You Special (11)
There's a phrase I hear a lot from women these days.
"Don't act all high and mighty just because Hoyoung gives you special treatment."
No, I don't really think I'm getting special treatment from that guy. Sure, sometimes I feel like I'm being relentlessly harassed by him. But to me, his attention is just burdensome—far from pleasant. The jealous glares from the other women are downright ridiculous. If they've got a problem, they should take it up with Kim Hoyoung directly.
But of course, they never do. In front of Kim Hoyoung, everyone smiles brightly and bends over backward to please him. The moment he leaves, though, a subtle war of nerves erupts among the women.
'Hoyoung treasures me the most!' or something like that... If there's one battle in the world I have zero interest in winning, it's this one.
—That said, honestly, I agree that I'm special. I'm the only one who can observe this world from an outsider's perspective.
I devoured this world as a reader. I know just as much about Kim Hoyoung's abilities as he does, and I see right through how the women have been brainwashed by him. No one—not even Kim Hea-e, who's been with him the longest—has as much information as I do.
So, I'm the only one who thinks she can escape Kim Hoyoung's clutches. Honestly, looking at the people here makes me chuckle in disbelief. Brainwashed? More like utterly hollowed out. They're blatantly acting under hypnosis without a clue. How do they not realize it?
Once, Kim Hoyoung took me out. Truth be told, I didn't want to go. I hated being seen with him, but more than that, his absence from the house was my golden chance to escape, and I didn't want to miss it.
I tried faking being under the weather to stay home, but when he said, "That's an order. Come with me," I suddenly felt like I had no choice but to obey. Before I knew it, I was walking down some unfamiliar street, arm-in-arm with Kim Hoyoung.
"Jeez. Why do you even need me for an outing?"
"'Cause it's nice to have a cute girl as arm candy. Makes you feel superior to all the guys around."
"You're unbelievable."
Does he think calling me—a guy inside—cute will make me happy? And the reason is just pathetic. This trash bastard. That's why he dragged me out? This fucker... there's not a single redeeming quality about him. Pure garbage. If there was a button to kill Kim Hoyoung, I'd press it without hesitation. Someone, please bring me one.
"So? Where the hell are we even going?"
"Nowhere specific. You pick."
"Huh? Why me?"
"It's common sense for the girl to plan the date, right?"
"What? What kind of bullshit is that? First off, this isn't a date, I'm not a girl, and usually the guy plans dates anyway? Everything you say is so illogical, I'm too tired to even argue."
No wonder he made me wear a dress and heels. He was seriously trying to treat this like a real date. Psycho. I'm a guy! Even if my body isn't!
"Shut up and do as I say."
"Ah, yeah."
Ah. That dizzying sensation in my head again. Lately, I keep snapping out of it to find myself doing whatever Kim Hoyoung tells me. It's not exactly hypnosis—more like I've been logically convinced. Thinking about it, he always makes more sense, leaving me no room to argue.
"Um... how about a movie?"
"Not bad. You got money?"
"What? Of course not! Why would I?"
"Jeez, who goes on a date without cash?"
"I wasn't planning on a date! And stop with the gaslighting that it's normal for the girl to pay?!"
I'd had some savings back in my normal life as an average person. But since possessing this body, I haven't earned a dime—zero income, zero assets. And Kim Hoyoung? That exploitative trash lord squeezes tribute from his brainwashed slaves, so he's loaded, yet he's mooching off me. Despicable.
"If you need money, just call Park Jisoo or Gae Ddogi and make them cough it up!"
—But as always, Kim Hoyoung outdid me in trashiness by a level. He just hypnotized the theater clerk for free tickets. Then, instead of sitting in the assigned seats, he grabbed whatever he wanted and stole them from the couple already there.
Why buy tickets at all, then?
"Hey, who the hell are you to tell us to move? These are our seats."
It was the line from a guy trying to look tough in front of his girlfriend. Honestly, he had the moral high ground. He just wanted to watch the movie in the seat he'd paid for.
But for messing with Kim Hoyoung, he ended up getting railed by a middle-aged dude, reprogrammed into a gay with a raging hard-on fetish, dumped by his girl, and headed off to a gay bar.
Any reader of The World Is Already Under Hypnosis could've seen that coming.
"Ugh... that's fucking terrifying. I never wanna turn gay."
"Don't worry. Seungyeon isn't gay. She just loves men after her fall into womanhood, so it's pure love."
Shut the fuck up, you bastard.
—We settled into the seats we'd stolen from the innocent couple and waited for the movie to start. Fine, since we're here, might as well unwind with a film for once. I'll pretend I came alone, not with Kim Hoyoung. That way, I can focus.
But wouldn't you know it—right in front of me, some damn bratty kids were giggling and chatting away. These punks are gonna be loud the whole movie. Sharing a theater with them ruins the day no matter how good the film is.
"Hey, you're being fucking loud. Get lost."
"Yes, bro. We'll go."
"Let's bounce, guys."
"And never come back to a theater. Ever."
"Sure thing~"
Oh. Kim Hoyoung chased off the brats. Even kids who ignore adults like the plague obey hypnosis without question. Kinda reliable in moments like this. If he used it more like that, I'd want hypnosis powers too.
"Nice one, Kim Hoyoung. I'll give you props this time."
—That was my mistake.
"Ahh♡ Ah♡ Fuck♡ Ahh...♡ Stop...♡"
As soon as the movie started, this fucker Kim Hoyoung shoved his hand straight into my panties. His fingers danced wildly inside my pussy. Goddamn, this bastard's a pro at foreplay. The pleasure's on a whole other level from when I touch myself. People glare at the noise, but my moans won't stop. The ecstasy he gives overrides reason and shame.
"Aaooooh! Stop♡ Please stop♡"
"Hey, you stop it! What kind of pervert moans in a theater?!"
"Don't be a nuisance—please leave."
"As a fellow woman, it's so embarrassing seeing a slut like that."
Tears of humiliation welled up. I know my behavior is deviant and obscene. Even if Kim Hoyoung touches me, I should've stifled the sounds. But his touch sends my body into hyper-arousal, forcing out those slutty cries.
"S-sorry... everyone..."
"No need to apologize, Han Seungyeon."
I think apologizing for disrupting the movie is obvious. But Kim Hoyoung stroked my head and boldly yelled at the audience instead.
"You all apologize to Seungyeon. How dare you insult my girl?"
I'm not his girl. But...
"We're sorry, Seungyeon-ssi. No, Lady Seungyeon!"
"It was our fault..."
"Please forgive us."
When every single person in the theater stood and bowed 90 degrees to me, for the first time, being under Kim Hoyoung's protection felt... good. At least, I won't get screwed over anywhere with him around.
Yeah, I get why prideful women like Kim Hea-e or Kim Jiwon grovel before him. With everyone except Kim Hoyoung, I'm the top dog.
Like how chaebol daughters-in-law crawl before their fathers-in-law but still line up to marry into wealth.
"Don't ever touch my girl again. If you're bothered, you leave."
Getting special treatment from Kim Hoyoung... in this world, it was immense power.
A mere commoner like me had never experienced hordes of people bowing to her. This was a different kind of pleasure from sex. Just dominating dozens felt superior—what if it scaled to a nation?
—When I attended an event where current Japanese Prime Minister Fujiwara no Himeko invited Kim Hoyoung, I truly realized how luxurious life in his favor was. Somehow, it feels like I'm becoming inseparable from him, but whatever. I'm still sane. And I have no intention of ever falling into something like "female corruption."