The Terrifying Truth of Hypnosis: Not Realizing You're Under It
The most frightening thing about hypnosis is that those under its sway don't even realize it themselves. They perform actions they'd never dream of in normal circumstances—like stripping off their panties in the middle of the street and masturbating—without sensing anything amiss.
Park Jisoo had no desire to end up in such a horrific, humiliating state. That was why she went to extreme lengths to shield herself from exposure to the hypnotist, even going so far as to keep a diary to analyze her own body and mind for any anomalies.
Made a simple meal with rice powder. Since I can't go out shopping, keeping food basic seems best. During the day, contacted the anti-Kim Hoyoung group in the Italian branch online. They were thrilled to hear Himeko isn't under hypnosis. But they seemed worried about a spy in their organization—information keeps leaking out. In the evening, read a book I ordered. It was a disgusting novel claiming life under hypnosis is blissful. These kinds of books and movies are trending lately—utterly repulsive—but it won't last much longer. Tried contacting Himeko with small earbuds before bed, but no answer. Probably busy with the Emperor's birthday.
Stayed in all day again, no contact with Himeko. Spent the whole day staring at the ceiling, waiting for her message. Zero results.
Exhausted, slept all day.
Got bored waiting around doing nothing, so started radio calisthenics. The earbuds from Himeko have a radio function that automatically plays exercise music in the morning—perfect as an alarm. Still haven't set foot outside or contacted anyone. Don't want exposure to anything related to Kim Hoyoung. Absolutely cannot fall under hypnosis. Kim Hoyoung's assassination is right around the corner—don't do anything stupid, stay cautious.
Checked my diary—no changes in my condition, mind still sharp. No signs of hypnosis. But just in case, I'll write it down. Kim Hoyoung, that motherfucker.
From now on, I'll write "Kim Hoyoung, that motherfucker" in my diary every day as a sign that I'm not hypnotized. Kim Hoyoung, that motherfucker.
Looked in the mirror and reminded myself of my mission. You are Park Jisoo. W.L.K.'s former chief of staff, fighting to kill Kim Hoyoung. My duty is to help Leader Himeko assassinate him. Kim Hoyoung, that motherfucker. Yeah, good. I'm not under hypnosis. Seclusion is boring, but something exciting happened today. Made contact with Himeko. When I said I hadn't gone out and was doing radio calisthenics at home to pass the time, she praised it as proper. Told her I listen at 6 a.m. She said she's swamped every day with birthday preparations.
Headache yesterday, couldn't write. Probably a cold. Not hypnosis. Just in case, detailing my routine today. Woke up, did radio calisthenics. The host explains each pose, easy to follow. First, rub the clitoris to warm up, then thrust into the pussy in rhythm to climax. Calm the trembling body, offer thanks with "Thank you for letting me cum," and bow. Get a dildo—or suitable vegetable if none—and finish with hip shakes. Great morning sweat-burner. Ate after: bacon, fried eggs, healthy with kimchi. All good so far, but bad news. Italian branch collapsed. Last contact from the branch chief: "The spy fucked everything up. No anti-Kim Hoyoung groups left in Europe. Who the hell betrayed us? You, Park Jisoo?" He was suspicious of me too. Worse, minutes later: "Sorry for getting mad—serving Hoyoung-nim is natural." Italy's gone too. But hope remains. When Himeko kills Kim Hoyoung, it's over. No hypnosis signs today. Kim Hoyoung, that motherfucker.
All clear today. Did radio calisthenics, fingered my pussy, thanked Hoyoung-nim. It adds light and salt to boring seclusion. Still in touch with Italian branch chief. "We're livestreaming a scissoring atonement show in Rome for those who rebelled against Hoyoung-nim." "Masturbating now. Side dish: fantasies of being raped by Hoyoung-nim." "Oh, you're hypnotized too." "? No, I'm not." "Ah, that setting? Kinda hot." Not sure what "setting" means, but glad Italy's thriving. Even better: tomorrow's the birthday Himeko mentioned, and I'm still free of hypnosis. Can't wait to see Hoyoung-nim's end. Kim Hoyoung, that motherfu%(suddenly can't write properly) Whatever.
—Park Jisoo's diary ends here. Because before December 22nd arrived, I showed up at her mansion. Despite vowing no contact with anyone, Park Jisoo foolishly opened the door at my knock.
A girl with intellectual glasses and neat bobbed hair stared at me with heart-shaped eyes, dazed.
"You're… Hoyoung-nim?"
"Hey. Hiding out in a place like this, huh."
"How did you find my location…?"
"Got some help from the Italian branch. They hacked it for me. Not great with tech myself."
"Damn… Should've cut ties with those brainwashed idiots. Stupid Italians."
"Hey, don't be too harsh. You're no different. Anyway, what're you up to right now?"
"??"
Park Jisoo had been idly rubbing her pussy this whole time, her arousal scent filling the air. Her class-president looks clashed erotically with her bitch-in-heat behavior.
"Just masturbating to fantasies of being trained by you? What's the big deal."
"Yeah, okay. Let me in first—show me around."
"I really didn't wanna deal with you… but fine."
She obediently unlatched the door and let me in. Her masturbating hand never stopped. Her face was flushed like she'd been in a sauna.
"Radio calisthenics fun?"
"? Still doing it now, 'cause of the exercises. Just like the host said."
Well, that host was technically me. More precisely, a recording I'd made before losing my memories, looped on the station. What Park Jisoo heard was hypnosis audio. No idea why someone so cautious fell for such a basic trap, but even she—who Sumire called "in some ways harder to catch than Mom,"—was now a hypnosis prisoner. Though she didn't know it yet.
"This is amazing. Guess I'm a rare hypnosis-immune type like Leader Himeko."
"? What're you talking about?"
"Seeing you right here, hearing your voice—my mind's still clear as day."
Park Jisoo smirked triumphantly, despite left hand plunging her pussy and right kneading her breast. Talk about multitasking.
"Then squeal like a brood sow and get on all fours."
"Oink! Oink!"
She dropped to her knees and bowed her head instantly.
"Oink oink. So what?"
"You think you're not hypnotized?"
"? Obviously? I'm fine."
She looked genuinely baffled.
"Strip and get on all fours. Make it easy for doggy."
"? Whatever… You're awfully calm for realizing I'm immune to your hypnosis."
"Spread your pussy."
"Fine, sure."
Her fingers parted the folds, revealing the fresh pink of her virgin slit in lewd display. A pussy begging to be sewn shut with dick.
"Who's been in this pussy before?"
"No one? Too busy studying, never dated. Why?"
"Gonna fuck it with my cock. Hold still."
"Hah… That's no big deal. Got nothing else to say to a hypnosis-immune girl like me?"
I crushed the elite girl's dangling pussy with my dick. Her virgin walls clenched tight, milking me as her hymen tore—but she didn't find it odd.
"Seriously amazing. Immune like Himeko. Wasted all that caution."
"Yeah, yeah. Finger in your ass now?"
"That's fiiiine—Ahh! B-backdoor while doggy-triple the pleasure!"
Her anus pulsed open and shut like it was breathing. It contracted on insertion, loosened on withdrawal. Shove it back in, and her face elongated like a monkey's, turning dumb.
"After sex, we're going to Himeko's."
"? Sure. But dragging around a non-hypnotized me isn't risky? I might kill you anytime."
"Then never kill me. Don't even think it."
"? Wasn't planning to anyway…"
Wet my finger with spit and rammed her asshole. Park Jisoo went wild. The former chief of staff could never kill me now.
Yesterday was the best—Hoyoung-nim tormented my pussy and ass all day. Even better: confirmed I'm not hypnotized. Told Sumire, and she nodded like the Italian chief, saying "That setting, huh?" Wonder what it means? No need to care about reactions from idiots brainwashed by Kim Hoyoung, unlike me. Decided not to plot killing Hoyoung-nim anymore. 'Cause he told me not to. So this is my last diary entry. Anyone reading from the start knows: I'm not hypnotized, mind perfectly fine. Hoyoung-nim is this world's god and savior; all women are mere bitches waiting to be used by him. Thinking such obvious truths proves I'm unbrainwashed. Finally, one tip for any women reading: Getting fingered in the ass during doggy feels fucking amazing—try it.