Hangover of Shame and Submission
Like the regret that crashes in after a drunken mistake, the shame and guilt hit me the next morning.
"......Fuck. What the hell did I do?"
Waking up naked in the hotel room, I was overwhelmed by self-loathing so intense it sparked suicidal impulses. I could've gone home... I could've seen my mom... But blinded by lust, I'd kicked away a golden opportunity with my own two feet. Who could I blame? The one panting in ecstasy on Kim Hoyoung's cock last night was me. Deep down, I'd even thought that if I could just keep fucking, I'd be fine never reuniting with my family. I could easily picture Ok Maehyang's disgusted face on the other end of the line, but I felt no shame. I just wanted sex. I'm trash. I'm a pervert. But still... Kim Hoyoung is the worst of all.
Kim Hoyoung himself had said it: I'd gone weird because of the hypnosis he'd cast on me. Fair enough—if not for the hypnosis, there's no way I'd get turned on by a guy's dick. He'd strutted around arrogantly just because he came from another world, but I'm no freer from his hypnosis than anyone else. Damn it... Kim Hoyoung must've known from the start I'd end up like this, betting on it. Trash bastard.
"Mmm... mmm..."
That trash bastard was sleeping blissfully right beside me, oblivious to the world. If not for him, I'd have made it home by now. At the very least, I wouldn't have devolved into accepting a cock while my freedom was shackled. I'd never dreamed I'd live to see the day I'd fuck a man.
"You fucking dog... If I can't go home anyway... maybe I'll just kill you here and then myself."
Of course, murdering Kim Hoyoung wouldn't let me off easy. I'd face brutal revenge from the brain-dead women who worship him. But wouldn't that be better than living the rest of my life taking it lying down?
"Mmm... Seungyeonnie's virgin pussy... mmm..."
This fucking asshole is the absolute worst!!!
His vulgar sleep-talk sealed my resolve. Killing him here would be the path to salvation for all humanity—and womankind. Even if it cost this one body of mine. Conveniently, a massive flower pot sat by the bed. Hefting it up, I felt its substantial weight. Smashing someone's head with this would kill an ordinary human or leave them critically injured. At the least, he wouldn't be raping women while pretending to be hot shit anymore.
...No. That's not enough. That half-assed approach won't cut it. I have to kill him for sure. Keep bashing his skull with this blunt weapon, and he'll die without a doubt! You fucking dog! Die!!
"Mmm... huh...? Oh, Seungyeon. Good morning. Hmm? What's with the flower? Were you planning to bash my sleeping head in and kill me?"
"How could I ever, Hoyoung-nim? This is a gift for you... from my heart!"
Huh? What am I doing? I was about to kill him, so why am I suddenly on my knees offering tribute? Even if he woke up at a bad time, he was still half-asleep and groggy—perfect for executing the plan. A headshot would give me the edge in a fistfight, guy or not. So why did I flop down groveling the second our eyes met? Am I an idiot? And Hoyoung-nim? Have I lost my mind? Why the hell am I using unprompted ultra-honorifics?!
"Mmm, nice flower scent. Smells just like Seungyeon's pussy."
"I-I'm overjoyed by your praise, Hoyoung-nim!"
"Hahaha. But why the sudden honorifics? Call me casually like always."
"..........."
I can't. The three syllables Kim Hoyoung won't leave my mouth. It's like committing a grave sin just to try. Guilt locks my actions down. What the hell is this absurdity? Meanwhile, saying Hoyoung-nim tightens my lower belly with a delicious sense of restraint. It's like being hugged tight by someone trustworthy—safe, protected, relieved. This is wrong. Kim Hoyoung is my enemy. The trash who inflicted irrecoverable wounds on me and my family.
"You had a good time last night, right, Seungyeon?"
"Y-Yes! It was the best night of my life! Being pierced by Hoyoung-nim's cock-nim last night was the most glorious, happiest moment I've ever known! I could die without regrets now!"
"No dying. You have to keep taking my creampies, get pregnant, and bear my kids."
Ha? Pregnant? Have kids? ...I'm a guy—or was. How much more does this fucker need to toy with me before he's satisfied? No, wait—from the start. Pregnancy and birth take at least ten months, right? I have no intention of sticking around that long! This won't do. I have to snap him out of this delusion. He's trying to turn me into his full-on woman.
"How about it, Seungyeon? Felt good for you too, right?"
"..............Yes, it did."
Fuck! What the hell? I can't defy him. No words opposing Kim Hoyoung's will come out. I'm desperately flattering him instead. Why? ...I don't know, but I followed him to the hotel lounge anyway. I wanted to dress properly, but he rushed me, so I just threw on a white robe. Damn bastard—I'm the idiot for expecting consideration. Treating me like a woman—no, his girlfriend—and yet dragging me out without time to cover up? It's ridiculous. But I'm the idiot following such unreasonable orders.
"Um... Hoyoung-nim."
"Yeah?"
"I'm at least in a robe, but you're naked, Hoyoung-nim. Is it okay to go out like that? It won't tarnish your dignity...?"
Fuck, why am I worrying about his dignity? No, that's not it. I just didn't want to be seen walking with a naked pervert. Yeah, let's go with that. ...If anyone sees us like this. The CCTV must be capturing some pervert wandering the hotel by now. The monitors' watchers are probably freaking out.
"Don't sweat it. I'm hungry—let's grab breakfast. Anything Seungyeon likes?"
"You, Hoyoung-nim."
"What? No, I mean food."
"Your cock, Hoyoung-nim."
"Come on, you're not making sense."
?? Did I say something weird? No clue. I was just answering on reflex, whatever popped into my head. No idea why he's snorting. Well, he's always picking the weirdest shit anyway—no need to understand.
Stepping into the lounge, it was all women. Men under curfew... or something in this insane country.
"Ah! It's Hoyoung-nim..."
"First time seeing Hoyoung-nim in my life! What an honor! G-Gonna brag about this forever!"
"Hoyoung-nim... C-Can I talk to you?"
"Idiot! You think a nobody like you can just speak to him? Pester him and it's the death penalty—death!"
"But... gulp. Ahh... ♡ Coming out naked for us..."
"Hoyoung-nim's... ♡ cock-nim... ♡"
"Seeing that thing... today's side dish is decided ♡"
Right. Every single woman here is brainwashed by Kim Hoyoung without exception. No one would scream "Kyaa! Pervert!" and call the cops on his naked stroll. Far from it—they were licking their lips, eyes glued downward like they'd struck gold. Too cowardly to approach, women started masturbating in public just from glimpsing his cock from afar. Even in a luxury hotel like this, full of supposedly refined people, lust levels everyone.
"Who's that woman next to Hoyoung-nim?"
"Must have permission to loiter nearby."
"You guys didn't hear? She's Hoyoung-nim's girlfriend."
"Girlfriend? What?! So jealous!"
"Hoyoung-nim's girlfriend—the dream of every woman!"
"So envious... seriously envious! I'd pay a trillion won to sit there...! Ugh, so jealous!"
"Heard she's gonna get pregnant with Hoyoung-nim's kid..."
"What? Then..."
"Carrying a god's child makes you a deified Virgin Mary or whatever. That woman too..."
"...Envious..."
Somehow, I'd become the center of massive attention. Virgin Mary bullshit—total nonsense. ...I wanted to say that, but oddly, it didn't feel bad. Honestly... it felt superior. All these women idolize, revere, worship Kim Hoyoung. They'd weep tears of joy at a chance encounter, calling it a lifelong honor. And I fucked him yesterday? Bet you haven't. ...Heh.
"Who's that bitch? Laughing at us!"
"Tch... Hate to admit it, but no helping it. Hoyoung-nim's girlfriend—we can't touch her."
"Marrying up by snagging a good man is the best for women."
"Haa~ Coming out of the hotel means... she fucked Hoyoung-nim."
"Insanely jealous!! How'd she seduce him? Teach me!!"
As if you could learn. Not just anyone can fuck Kim Hoyoung. Gotta be a total beauty like me to catch his eye, idiots.
"Just breakfast, then sex again, Han Seungyeon."
"Yes, Hoyoung-nim!"
Aaah~ this superiority~. As a guy, I was always drowning in inferiority. Average height, face, education, money—nothing special. Watching playboys cycle through girls filled me with self-loathing. Maybe I vented it in nasty comments... But now? I'm the Virgin Mary bathing in every woman's envy. Not bad at all... living as Kim Hoyoung's woman.