W.L.K. Former Members' Epilogue (7): Park Jisoo's Story
Among the former W.L.K. team members, Park Jisoo had been the most rational and level-headed. She was also the first to reintegrate into society. She was the only one who was fully aware that her psychological state had been manipulated by hypnosis. Of course, that didn't make her resent it or want to break free from it in any way.
Before joining W.L.K., she'd worked as a civil servant, but she'd already submitted her resignation, so returning wasn't an option. In a pinch, she chose a path that was surprisingly bold—one that even Himeko could never have dreamed up. She decided to make money off Kim Hoyoung. More precisely, she managed the women he'd brainwashed into sex slaves and took a cut of the fees.
Ever since Kim Hoyoung lost his memories, even just counting the women he'd personally hypnotized, the number was staggering. He couldn't possibly deal with them all every day. But there were countless women dying to meet him. Park Jisoo positioned herself as the go-between. Put simply, she became his secretary.
Women who wanted an audience with Kim Hoyoung contacted her first to check his schedule and mood. Reaching out to him directly felt intimidating, and if they thought they might be a nuisance, they'd probably off themselves—so caution was natural. With Park Jisoo, they could pry without fear and even vent frustrations sometimes. It eased their minds, and for Kim Hoyoung, it meant she handled the annoying stuff, making his life way easier.
How did the money come in? Kim Hoyoung sure as hell wasn't paying her a salary. He wasn't rich by any stretch. Sure, if he wanted, he could rake in the world's treasures, but he didn't see the point. Right now, he lived off the cash Na Byoung-sik made selling his body and Gae Ddogi's earnings as a doctor.
It was just enough for Kim Hoyoung and his family to live ordinarily, but not enough to pay salaries at the Hypnosis Clinic that Park Jisoo had recently founded.
The clinic's revenue came from the female clients. Women around the world were desperate just to talk to him. Park Jisoo had spotted that gap and launched her bold business. She didn't even need ads. Word spread that she'd started a company arranging contact with Kim Hoyoung, and requests poured in.
She charged a consultation fee of 100,000 won—just for picking up the phone. Ballsy pricing, but clients never stopped coming. In the first month after opening, she hit 1 billion won in sales and smugly thought, "Better than being a civil servant."
Her grueling administrative exam studies had basically gone to waste like feeding a dog, but financially, this was the better deal. Park Jisoo was content with her new life. Kim Hoyoung came first, of course—but money was a close second.
"Hello? This is the Hypnosis Clinic, right? You really set up meetings with Hoyoung?"
"Yes... of course, it depends on the boss's schedule and mood."
Officially, Kim Hoyoung was listed as the president of the Hypnosis Clinic. She'd gotten his okay ("Huh? No idea what that is—handle it yourself. Just don't bug me"). Using his name upfront made everything smoother, especially dealing with government offices. So Park Jisoo called him "boss."
Kim Hoyoung, who'd been a lifelong NEET, oddly preferred that title over "Master Hoyoung" or "Owner."
"And what makes you qualified to call him by name so casually?"
"Ah! Sorry! I'm a friend of Hoyoung's. Erika—ring a bell? The idol?"
"Ah... Rainbow Girls?"
"Yes! Yes! That's me. You know me?"
Currently Korea's—no, Asia's—most famous girl group, so of course she knew the name. Park Jisoo's job boiled down to fielding calls from women hypnotized by Kim Hoyoung and noting their requests. She marveled anew that even top idols had fallen to him as she jotted notes.
She always asked the same questions.
"When and how were you hypnotized?"
"Ah, I've never been hypnotized."
Classic response. They all denied it. Even her W.L.K. teammates had. No surprise there. Park Jisoo was the exceptional one for realizing she'd been enslaved by hypnosis.
"When did you meet the boss, and what do you want from him?"
"I met Hoyoung in the concert waiting room and got my armpits trained. I'm craving it again—it's weirdly addictive. I've shaved my armpit hair and everything, but no word. I'm scared to reach out first in case he thinks I'm pushy."
"Got it. I'll pass it along to the boss."
"Thank you! If you set it up, I'll pay you handsomely! Thank you!"
Park Jisoo could almost see Erika bowing over the line.
"Even top idols pay to meet Hoyoung... Hypnosis is terrifying. Not that I'm any better."
She hung up and glanced under her desk. A dildo protruded from her pussy through her skirt hem. Her ass had a 24/7 vibrating vibrator stuffed in. Without them, anxiety kept her from sleeping or working. She knew it was the hypnosis, but nothing changed. No resisting hypnosis.
Threats of money or power could be escaped, but hypnosis worked anytime, anywhere, binding the mind. Park Jisoo had given up resisting long ago. Truth was, she didn't want to. She genuinely loved Kim Hoyoung.
"Pussy and ass so ruined normal sex doesn't cut it anymore. Can't beg him daily, so this calms the itch. Sigh... Can't believe I wasted a year plotting to kill him."
With her quota done, she packed up. The sunset dipped behind the hills. Lost in the view, she heard the vibrator hum. The dildo pistoned her pussy on its own. Toys like these barely scratched the itch—no real thrill.
"No matter how I struggle, I can't kill Hoyoung or break the hypnosis. Can't live with him as family either. So exploiting this for cash is the smart play, right?"
Park Jisoo trusted her brains to navigate life. While peers scraped by on 3-4 million won monthly, she'd spun an idea into a 1-billion-won business. Not even that taxing.
"Friday—gotta clock out early. Masturbate before heading 'there.'"
Best perk? Weekly visits to Kim Hoyoung's house to report on the women. Money plus regular face time? Jackpot. Without this gig, seeing him would've been impossible. Genius idea deserved a medal.
"Hoyoung really... ♡ Turned me into this perv and just leaves me ♡ How am I supposed to live with a body that needs a vibrator up my ass for basic functioning ♡♡♡"
She pulled out the day-old, ass-warmed vibrator and sucked it clean. Her trained anus gaped wider than most. "Gotta cum now or I'll lose it in front of him."
Friday afternoons meant abusing pussy and ass till they hurt too much—standard ritual. Only then, sex-repulsed, did she head to the Paengchang-dong mansion.
Black horn-rimmed glasses, hair in a neat bun. Sleek straight suit, high black heels—a sharp young career woman opened the door. The mansion's doors stayed unlocked anyway.
"Oh, Jisoo. Master's inside."
"Thanks."
Seo Jeonghui, once the lady of the house, now the gardener, greeted her warmly while pruning. She called Kim Hoyoung "Master" instead of "honey." A woman he'd toyed with and discarded. From master bedroom to tent in the garden—no complaints. She led Park Jisoo in, climbed her ladder, and pruned on, sweat beading like a dedicated laborer. Fulfilled. Happy.
"Boss, here for the weekly report. An idol named Erika wants her armpits licked—know her? ...Ah, you're in the middle of fucking your mom."
"Hweee♡♡ Cumming on my son's cock again, hhehehe♡♡"
Entering the living room, Park Jisoo caught Kim Hoyoung pounding his mom toward orgasmic death. Mom had whined about being neglected while hearing W.L.K. epilogues, so he was disciplining her—perfect timing.
"Should I come back later, boss?"
She eyed his dick, glad she'd masturbated. Otherwise, she'd have lost control. Even after ruining her holes, the sight made her crotch throb.
"Hhehehehe♡ Hoyoung's such a good boy, making Mommy feel this good... ♡ Glad I birthed him... my... Master♡ Mommy lives for her son. Use me all you want. Uhehehe♡"
Kim Hea-e babbled blissfully, impaled and oblivious. Park Jisoo's heart ached watching.
'I want him pounding me like that. Lucky bitch—born his mom, lives together, sees him daily? But isn't it humiliating submitting to your own son? I don't have kids, but if mine grew up wanting to fuck me... horrifying.'
But if that son was Kim Hoyoung?
'...Yeah, that'd be hotter. Damn, jealous.'
"Tell her you'll lick her armpits."
"Y-yes?!"
"Quit spacing out. Not like you. Call Erika, schedule it. Her pits are top-tier."
"R-right. Reports on the others—"
"You first. Come here."
"...Pardon?"
"Gonna fuck you too. You're dying for it, right? That jealous glare at Mom screams deranged sister-in-law. Hurry. I'll pound you senseless till the envy fades."
Her notepad listed women begging for time with him. Heart pounding, Park Jisoo peeked at her secretly added name at the top, then bolted to the sofa where Kim Hea-e lay.
"Yes, boss! Thank you!"
She draped over the collapsed Kim Hea-e, breasts squishing like pancakes. Nipples rubbed lewdly, nearly sparking weird vibes.
"Thanks for the great idea, Park Jisoo. Keep the company's profits."
"Uhehehehehet♡♡ Boss's cock is hereee! Rape my pussy and ass toooo!"
"...Already gone, huh."
In sex, Park Jisoo shed intellect for beast mode. Kim Hea-e cutely cradled her head, kissing her. No resistance. Watching the lesbian makeout, my dick went full mast, rewarding their show with four creampies.
All the W.L.K. former members seem to be doing well. That's a relief.