Stealing a Chaebol Family with Hypnosis (1)
Last time at the wedding, after getting looked down on for having no job, it hit me—people really do judge by appearances. Sure, the whole world was already under my hypnosis, but... filling every bit of fun with just hypnosis isn't satisfying. Like, even in soccer, if the opponent doesn't defend properly, it's no fun, right? What I'm saying is, I want to move to a better house.
Having a job means work, which I hate, and the first thing people see is your house, isn't it?
"Oh, I had no idea you wanted to move, Hoyoung."
"Mom, don't you hate this place? I've hated it from the start. It's not even that big, it's an apartment... and the upstairs noise is fucking insane."
"But these days, it's hard to find a place like this in Seoul, honey. Rent deposits have skyrocketed."
"Sigh~ Yeah, true."
"We're up for renewal soon, and if the landlord raises the deposit, we'll have to move back to the countryside. You know Dad's inheritance is all gone now. And as a housewife, I can't get loans easily..."
"Ah, fuck, this pisses me off. Spread your pussy."
"Ah, okay."
Talk of money just makes my blood boil more and more. I don't know shit about laws or economics, so these conversations always stir up inferiority complexes.
"I'm fucking pissed because of you, Mom."
"Huh? D-did I do something wrong? Ungh!"
I take it out on Mom. I shove my rock-hard cock into her pussy and thrust my hips roughly.
"Fuck, if I say we're moving, just shut up and move. Why the fuck do you have so much to say?"
"S-sorry! I was wrong, Mom was wrong! You're right, Hoyoung! There's no other option but what you say!"
"Are you fucking giving me shit for not bringing in money?!"
"Never! It has nothing to do with money—Hoyoung is the head of this house! The highest in our family! For a bitch like me to give her son attitude? I'm not that clueless!"
I pinch Mom's ass hard.
"Ow!"
"You fucking bitch."
"Sorry for being a fucking bitch!"
"I'm moving. I don't want to live in this shithole neighborhood anymore."
"Yes. We'll move, we'll move, we'll move. I won't think anything else."
Mom repeats my words like a mantra. Her body trembles—fear or excitement, who knows.
"I'll sell my body if I have to and bring back the money, so please just relax, young master."
"Stop."
"Pardon?"
Honestly, the idea to move started as a whim. This place isn't even ours—it's a rundown rental apartment crawling with flies, and every footstep from upstairs echoes like a hammer, pure stress. But Mom's offhand housewife lament about money poked at my insecurities.
"Kim Hea-e."
"Calling me by name again...♡ Yes, what is it, my son?"
"Whose body is this?"
"......"
She blanks out for a second, then, "Yours, Hoyoung?"
"Is there any part from head to toe that's not mine?"
"N-no, none..."
She shakes her head like a little kid.
"Then why the fuck are you talking about selling my property? Wanna die?"
"S-sorry... but then where do we get the money? I do part-time at the mart sometimes, but minimum wage won't buy a house in Seoul... Ah! Sorry!"
I sit up, and Mom mistakes it for anger, bowing 90 degrees at the waist.
"I'll do anything you say, so don't hate me!"
"Ha! I don't hate you. I do have some family affection, you know. I just don't like you fucking other guys. So no whoring."
"Got it. I won't fuck anyone but you until I die. But then how do we get moving money...?"
"Don't give me those doe eyes and whimper. I'll handle it this time."
"Huh? H-Hoyoung? Where are you going? Dinner's almost ready. You're heading out?"
"Eat with Jiwon."
"Eeeh~! But...! But!! Dinner without my son has no meaning in this house!"
Mom puffs her cheeks and rarely snaps. When I stubbornly insist on leaving, she dumps the grilled meat in the trash, switches to a simple table of fried eggs on rice with kimchi, mixes rice with water, snaps irritably at my sister—"Dinner's ready, eat it yourself!"—and starts eating alone without waiting.
"Seriously... cooking means nothing if Hoyoung doesn't eat it! He doesn't even get Mom's feelings...!"
Sorry, Mom, but right now, house matters more than food.
Seoul's richest neighborhood, Pangchang-dong. For the first time, I stepped into the area where chaebol heirs and politicians live. Sure enough, high walls hide every house for security. Alleys patrol with uniformed guards—or plainclothes cops, hard to tell. Random ID checks happen.
"No residents allowed. Get lost."
"What? Your tone's shit. Who the fuck employs you?"
"I'm the bodyguard for Kalsson Motors' chairman. Who the hell are you?"
"Don't care. Know his address?"
"? Yeah?"
"Go rob his ass. Scram!"
"Sure thing. I hate that chairman fucker too."
Nothing major for me, of course. Annoyed by checks, I cast wide-area hypnosis: No one questions me. Free to roam.
"Just scouting good houses, and they're bothering me. Annoying..."
No suspicion from guards is nice, but judging houses is tough. Walls and trees block views—can't check properly while walking. Can't barge into each one either; that's grunt work.
"Sigh... house hunting's exhausting. Thirsty—grab something at the convenience store."
July heat's brutal, head spinning. If only I could hypnotize the sun to chill.
I buy bottled water nearby.
"That'll be 8,000 won."
"Hah?!"
"?"
Double-check: not some tonic, just water.
"What the fuck, 8,000 for water?"
"It's premium water from the Swiss Alps."
"Fuck..."
"No swearing. It's expensive 'cause of the minerals."
"Ha! More minerals make it tastier?"
"Don't talk down to me."
A mid-20s woman fires back without flinching. And... damn pretty. Heavy makeup.
"Hey, you look too good for convenience store clerk. This your main gig?"
"No, I'm an idol trainee. Just for living expenses. Don't look down on me. And no casual talk."
"Hah~ Idols? Fucked plenty lately. Your shitty attitude makes me wanna do you again."
"No swearing."
Here for houses, but passing up this bitch wounds my hypnotist's pride.
"Okay. Reality shift: From now on, casual is polite, formal is rude as fuck. Got it?"
"? Got it."
Idol trainee or not, equal under hypnosis.
"Water's too pricey."
"Hey! No formal! Be polite to strangers!"
"Yeah. Water's ridiculously overpriced—feels like a fucking ripoff."
"Shoulda talked casual from the start... Anyway, what am I supposed to do about prices? I set them?"
"Already pissed from the heat—let me get a blowjob, and you give the water free? I drink, you drink, fair?"
"? Sure."
Slip behind counter, get head from trainee. Skills surprisingly pro.
"Damn, your mouth-pussy's a legend."
"Suck off the boss a lot."
"Ah~ pillow service, huh?"
"Small company, gotta. Slurp."
"Eww~ Look so innocent, but total slut."
"Slurp."
"Cumming!"
Blast cum straight down her throat. Gulps it with a wiggle.
"Good girl? Taking the water."
"Sure. Good cum."
"Oh, and after shift, tip off media: 'Boss sexually harassed me.' Don't know who he is, but fuck him."
"? But then no idol debut."
"Who cares?"
"It was my lifelong dream... Eh, whatever. Your orders matter more."
Leave the good-girl trainee. Opening door, bump into prim-looking woman. Sweater hugs perky tits—hand goes there instinctively.
"? What?"
"Sorry, tits looked nice, touched without thinking."
"Ah... but I need to go in."
"Lemme touch a few more times."
"Go ahead."
Squish squish. Mom and sister's tits are big, but stranger thrill wins.
"While I'm at it, pussy too."
"Ah, sure. Just popped in for ice cream—didn't expect tit and pussy abuse."
"Good call coming here?"
"Seems so."
Hand up skirt, finger-fuck her slit—juices flow. Weather nice, would've fucked outside, but heat's too gross.
Stop there, release her.
"Want cash for the pussy touch."
"? How much?"
"Everything in your wallet. Almost couldn't afford water."
"Rough... Only 300,000 won here."
"Gimme."
"Yes."
Pocket bills, leave. She bows thanks, asks clerk for ice cream spot.
"Where's the ice cream?"
"Who uses formal with strangers?!"
"Ow! Why hit?!"
Their catfight's for CCTV.
"Phew~ Water helps. But how to find houses? Door-to-door hypnotizing and touring?"
Imagining walls hiding homes, a flashy foreign car zooms up. Yellow-haired young punk jumps out.
"Fuck! Going to PC bang with friends today!"
"You! Promised family trip if Mom buys foreign car!"
"Ah, fuuuck! Family trip at my age? Shiiit. Graaah—ptui!"
"You!! Spitting?!"
"What? Road's paved with our taxes anyway. Hey, fuck, who're you staring at? Hey! Hey!"
Eyes meet.
"Just watching."
"What? Fuck... You live here?"
"Nah, wanna, so scouting houses."
"Bullshit~ Houses here cost a fortune. You got money?"
Flash the 300,000.
"Pfft! Pathetic. 300k? That's money?"
"...How much you make?"
"Me? No job. But Dad's loaded. Yours?"
"Dad... dead."
"Mom?"
"Part-time at mart sometimes."
"Hah, fucking beggar."
Thud, thud. Younger punk shoves my shoulder.
"Fuck off, beggar. Stop staring."
"Hey! Don't pick fights with strangers! Sorry~ My son's still immature. Get in the car! Trip with Mom and sis."
"No trip~!!!"
"Can't grant Mom's wish?! Mom wants overseas trip with you!"
"Hah~ fuck. Embarrassing... Hey! I said scram!! Done gawking?"
—Found it.
"...Byungshik the brat and his mom? Got questions."
"What the fuck."
"Wh-what?"
—Nice house.
"You two residents here?"
"And if we are?"
"Yes. That's our place up the hill... Wait, this street's residents only. Where you from?"
I scan Byungshik's mom—guarded face. Classic rich housewife, well-maintained milf. Big tits, pale skin, pretty enough.
"...I live there too."