Possessed in "The World Is Already Under Hypnosis" (13)
After Kim Hoyoung took turns fucking all the stewardesses, he must've gotten tired because he called over the passengers to make a human bed and sprawled out on top of it to sleep. What a fucking psycho. I knew he was crazy from the start, but seeing it with my own eyes was a whole spectacle.
In this insane world where everyone indulged his every whim, I was the only one pissed off.
"Fuck, it's only a two-hour flight to Tokyo, and this asshole's sleeping on the plane? We've been waiting over six hours now! Just wake the crazy bastard up!"
"But... he's still sleeping."
"No, fuck, didn't we land like five minutes ago? We gotta get off logically! You all have schedules too! Why should dozens of people suffer just so this one guy can get his beauty sleep?!"
"But his sleeping face is so adorable, isn't it?"
The stewardess giving him a lap pillow blushed as she spoke, and all the women around her nodded in agreement. Something about wanting to be his bed forever. Crazy bitches, every one of them. Once they're hypnotized, they all turn weird like that. From a normal person's view, it's straight-up grotesque. Like a horror movie.
I absolutely cannot end up like that.
"Yaaawn~ Slept great."
"About fucking time you woke up, you massive nuisance. Let's get off already—everyone's waiting because of you!"
I tried apologizing to the airline staff and passengers on Kim Hoyoung's behalf, but they treated me like the weirdo instead. They had no clue what I was even sorry about... Some even got mad, asking why I was insulting Hoyoung-nim.
That's when it hit me—we were already in Japan. What kind of country is Japan? A madhouse ruled by Kim Hoyoung's fanatic devotee, Fujiwara no Himeko, as prime minister. Probably the only nation in the world that officially recognizes him. Even in Korea, his home base, most people only know about him if they're in the know. Reality is, the majority live without realizing they're hypnotized or even who did it to them.
But Japan? Under Himeko's hands, it's steadily transforming into a massive temple worshiping Kim Hoyoung... That's what I'd read in the novel. His activities were mostly in Paradise City, so Japan wasn't detailed much.
'I never wanna live in a country where the head of state worships Kim Hoyoung for real.'
If I were Japanese, I'd emigrate abroad immediately. But as soon as we got off the plane, the bustling airport crowd looked just like the "original world" I'd visited once. Nothing had changed. Makes sense— even if the prime minister's a fanatic, it wouldn't affect ordinary citizens' lives much. Everyone's just living normally.
—Or so I thought. I was an idiot.
I'd soon learn the hard way that this Japan was a demonic hellscape beyond my wildest imagination.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have an announcement. Kim Hoyoung-nim has arrived in Tokyo. Please stop what you're doing and pay your respects to Hoyoung-nim.
The first hint something was off came the moment Kim Hoyoung stepped off the plane: the sound of frantic footsteps rushing over. Not just one person—a crowd.
"Hoyoung-nim! It's the honor of my lifetime to meet you! I'm the airport manager, Ismu—"
"Don't care about your name."
"Yes! I'm sorry!"
This guy who looked like a big shot bowed at a perfect ninety degrees. A line of his lackeys stood behind him in formation. Lackeys or not, these were probably airport executives. They seemed so subservient, but originally, they were way above average folks like me.
"Yawn~ Would've been nice if a pretty big sis came to greet me instead. No interest in old dudes."
"Yes! My apologies, Hoyoung-nim. Shall I call my daughter?"
"Oh? Offering up your daughter?"
"Everything in this world belongs to Hoyoung-nim already. My daughter is your property, so 'offering' isn't the right word. She'd never refuse the grace of your touch."
The psycho manager's trying to bribe him with his daughter, whom he's never even met. Total nutjob. As if Kim Hoyoung would appreciate it. Sure enough, he glanced at the photo and snapped, "She's ugly, so fuck her yourself."
Every word out of that guy's mouth is dangerous... I'm worried the manager might actually go home and rape his own daughter now.
"Hey, Kim Hoyoung. The guy's way older than you—show some basic respect, yeah? Act like a fucking human for once."
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That one pathetic remark I spat out caused a massive ripple. The airport manager's jaw dropped, his face going pale. The staff looked like they'd seen a ghost. Even passing civilians stared at me like I was insane. Not just insane—like an unbeliever at a cult rally.
"Oh, late intro. This is my girlfriend, Han Seungyeon."
"Wh-who the fuck said I'm your girlfriend?!"
"Better just accept you're my girlfriend."
"What? What bullshit is that?"
"You really have no clue, huh."
Kim Hoyoung suddenly pulled me close by the shoulder, showing off our 'intimacy.' That's when I felt the death glares boring into me. To them, he was a god. I'd blasphemed the divine, making me a heretic deserving death.
If he hadn't covered for me right then, I might've been in real danger. I learned later: Article 1, Section 8 of the divine Constitution of Japan states that anyone who speaks casually to Kim Hoyoung gets tortured for 30 years before execution—via ancient vivisection, no less.
Luckily, once my status as his girlfriend came out, their expressions softened.
"Ah! So you're Hoyoung-nim's girlfriend! I thought you were a traitor. Haha!"
"Allow me to carry Madam's luggage."
Madam? Hilarious. This place was even crazier than Paradise City.
A burly airport worker happily took our bags—fine, honestly, dragging both mine and Kim Hoyoung's luggage alone as a woman was tough.
But as we headed out, lines of non-staff passengers stood at attention, hands clasped in respectful bows. Like peasants watching a king's procession. That broke me a bit.
Outside, a ridiculously long, luxurious car waited. The chauffeur, beaming, opened the door. Way too extravagant for a normal citizen like me.
"Shall I put the luggage in the trunk, Madam?"
"Huh? Y-yeah, please. But I'm not Madam..."
"I-I'm sorry! I've committed a mortal sin! Forgive me!! Please! If I displease someone close to Hoyoung-nim, I can't survive in this country! Please!!"
His face was so desperate I reassured him it was fine. Before leaving, he gave his name and begged me to put in a good word with Hoyoung-nim.
Me, fielding requests like some VIP. I thought only politicians and CEOs got that. Being with Kim Hoyoung made even me feel like hot shit, which left a weird taste.
"I-I've never ridden in a car this fancy."
"Get used to it—you'll ride it daily as my wife."
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Fuck. I pictured it. Ugh, you crazy bitch. No, crazy bastard. Imagining a future as Kim Hoyoung's wife? Am I nuts? He's not the faithful type who loves one woman purely. That line was just to mess with me—no need to take it seriously.
Especially since I'm originally a guy, and this psycho's pulling off my panties in the back seat while the chauffeur drives up front.
"Hey! Why the fuck are you taking off my panties? You wanna die?"
"Bored. Take off your top too. Lemme suck your tits."
"You psycho... the driver's watching... Nnghyaah♡ Ah♡ My clit♡ Ooohhh♡♡"
"Then shut up yourself."
You psycho, how am I supposed to stay quiet when you're teasing my clit? No woman can endure this pleasure. The instant his fingers touch me, it's heaven. And now he's suckling my breasts too... suckling... s-suckling...♡ Ngh.
"Huh? Why the sudden hug?"
"Nnh♡..."
"No answer?"
How could I say it? That for a split second, you sucking my tits made you look so adorably baby-like I wanted to hold you.
"Can I keep sucking till we reach the prime minister's residence?"
"Y-you'll do whatever anyway, so why ask...♡"
"You're much meeker than before, Seungyeon."
"D-don't make me laaaaugh♡ My tits feel so gooood♡ Sucking like a pacifier is the beseeest♡ I dunno, just do whatever you want oooh♡♡"
—I must've cum around 17 times in the car. By the time we reached the residence entrance, where Fujiwara no Himeko herself waited, she'd already spotted me through the window—reeking of pussy juices.