How Does Brother Namgung Know About Sleep Training…?
“The problem is how to make this dream a reality… but I have no capital to earn money with, no funds, and no strength to protect any of it….”
Heaving a sigh so deep it seemed to hollow out the earth, I was interrupted by a sharp voice right by my ear.
“Oh my—? Your handwriting is so cute—!”
“Eek?!”
What startled me so badly—sitting there with my arms crossed, lost in thought over the paper I’d just finished writing and left on the table—was none other than the inn’s head waiter.
“Ah, well…”
I tried to brush it off and end the conversation, but a brilliant idea suddenly flashed through my mind.
“I-I’m Yu Gaeul, by the way. And you are…?”
The waiter—probably just doing his job—was so warm and friendly that he seemed easy to get close to, and the sort of person who would know all sorts of useful information.
Until now I’d been put off by his manner and mostly ignored him, but seeing how close he was with Brother Namgung, he didn’t seem completely untrustworthy. Since I was going to keep staying at this inn anyway, there was no harm in getting friendly….
…Or so went the rather cunning little plan even I had to admit I was hatching.
“My close foreign guests keep calling me by this weird nickname, ‘Pink Heart Eyes,’ so these days I go by Hongsiman—Red Heart Eyes. You can just call me Hongsim if you like.”
So it is an alias after all….
But I was using one myself, so I could hardly complain.
“…Uh……mm……. …That is…….”
Yet… just like when I dealt with Miss Arin, I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
“…Ahaha, nice weather, isn’t it…?”
I tossed out the first empty remark that came to mind and immediately regretted it, but Hongsim, true to his reputation as a top-notch host, fielded it perfectly.
“Yes, it’s been so clear and lovely lately. …Perfect weather for seeing something interesting, don’t you think…?”
“……?”
And he was so skilled at keeping a conversation flowing that before long I couldn’t even tell which of us had started talking just to get friendly.
“You’re saying people are drawing the characters from the smash-hit light novel Destiny: Plan on paper and selling them…?”
Destiny: Plan was a light novel I enjoyed reading myself. It was full of charming characters—the free-spirited god of liberty who looked like a beautiful young boy and loved drinking and dancing, the rich young master with a hobby of writing light novels, the commander with dog ears and a tail, and so on.
“That’s right. These days there’s nowhere from Gaebong to Iman to Nanjing that isn’t talking about it. There’s even a fortune-teller near the shop who’s supposed to be really good lately…. The weather’s so nice—why don’t you take a look around if you have time, guest?”
I didn’t have anything particular to do anyway, so the waiter’s suggestion was genuinely tempting.
“M-maybe I willll…?”
The young master of the Namgung clan had, over the long years of teaching the Femboy Divine Art to the countless favorites he kept at his side, established roughly four paths of femboy corruption.
The first path, and the superior method, was submission.
Using bait such as monetary rewards, sweet talk, and pleasure, he would make them obey without resistance and thus corrupt them into femboys. It was the method the young master preferred most: all he had to do was spend long stretches of time at his favorite’s side and keep presenting choices.
The second path, and the middle method, was semi-coercion.
Through debt, threats, pressure, or control of their desires, he would use slightly rougher means when words alone failed, forcing the person—whether they fully wanted it or not—into femboy corruption. This was his second-favorite approach. At first the favorite would cling to the vain hope that someday they could escape, that they could still go back…. He would keep driving them until, in the end, they realized they had irreversibly become femboys and simply gave up—watching that moment of despair was delicious.
The third path, and the inferior method, was training.
Through indiscriminate violence, confinement, drugs, brainwashing, and the like, he would forcibly reshape a person’s personality the way a brickmaker presses clay into a mold. Because the young master preferred to watch his favorites choose the path of corruption themselves and then witness the resulting fate, he rarely used this method. To him it was like pouring cold water over coffee and gulping the whole cup in one swallow instead of slowly savoring the aroma—something only the cultureless people who came from Haedong across the sea would enjoy.
…Even so, just as that custom made the coffee’s energy absorb into the body quickly and was therefore not entirely useless, he did resort to it when there was no other choice.
The fourth path, and the extra method, was… voluntary.
A type that had slowly increased ever since the results of the Femboy Divine Art became widely known throughout the world. With only the lightest push on the back or a mere suggestion of direction, these people would corrupt into femboys with astonishing speed. The young master found it a pity that the process was too fast to savor slowly, but not everything in life goes according to one’s wishes…. Once he accepted that it was simply part of the natural order of the world, he decided to embrace it.
……Those were the four main paths, and ordinarily he mixed several methods while trying as hard as possible to avoid the third. This time, however, even the young master had no choice.
Whiiiiirrr—
“…….”
Bzzzt—
The mechanical devices attached to Son Jieun’s body—who had been put to sleep by pressure on his vital points—whirred into furious motion. Before long he seemed to reach climax; his body trembled violently as milky-white fluid—more precisely, prostatic fluid—trickled out.
“A new-model ‘Sleep Training Device’ developed by combining the skills of American craftsmen from across the sea, Central Plains artisans, and Western sorcerers, is it…….”
Attached to the unconscious Son Jieun’s body were instruments so horrific that even if he woke and saw them with clear eyes, he would probably faint again from sheer terror.
For example… the device fixed to his chest that sucked on his nipples while countless little nubs spun and stimulated them. The apparatus built like a battering ram, with a phallus-shaped tip that endlessly changed angles and thrust back and forth. And more… grotesque devices covered every indirect erogenous zone—armpits, thighs, ears, feet—without a single gap.
Incidentally, the battering-ram-like device was attached not only to his anus but also to his mouth, so that by the time the training finished he would be able to climax from nothing more than the service of licking and sucking a cock.
“There’s no personal touch, but time is short, so it can’t be helped…….”
The young master’s plan was simple and clear.
For the first four days he would fully develop the body in this state; for the remaining three days he would teach a suitable amount of the Femboy Divine Art and then simply place the boy beside that so-called friend. After that, the body that had been trained while asleep would take care of the rest on its own.
“Since you kindly signed it yourself, things have become considerably easier.”
Muttering as he looked at the unconscious Son Jieun, the young master placed the contract into a prepared bowl of water.
…At once, the writing that had been hidden in the blank spaces of the paper became visible as the sheet grew wet.
Whiiiiirrr—
Bzz— bzz—
The young master carefully burned the sight of Son Jieun climaxing once more into his mind. The situation inside the basement was already being recorded as video by a device imported from the Western Regions…… yet savoring it in real time was truly a heavenly delicacy.
“A rudimentary technique. Let me read it for you.
‘Party B hereby approves every action performed upon him in order to achieve the purpose mutually agreed upon with Party A.’”
The young master recited the words in front of the still-unconscious Son Jieun. Of course he was not speaking to a sleeping person; he was simply leaving a monologue for the recording.
“…Still, I am no devil. I am using the inferior method, yet applying it with sufficient refinement, am I not? I trust Jieun will understand.”
Click—
The basement door closed under the young master’s hand, and the automatic lock engaged at once.
…Which meant that from now on, no one but the young master could open that door.
“This mansion is mine, and everything that will be needed is already here. …Don’t worry too much. As promised, your mother will not fall into your friend’s hands.”
Anticipation for a long-awaited, novel form of femboy corruption made the young master’s muttering voice rise a little higher.
“That aside… developing only the flesh without touching the mind, is it……. Heh.”
……Even if someone told the young master, he would never admit it.
I had decided to go out to the marketplace as Hongsim suggested, but first I had to finish my daily routine.
“…Haa….”
After completing my usual energy circulation and breathing exercises, my belly gave a familiar little whine and a tingling sensation ran down my spine.
“Nnngh….”
Out of sheer frustration at the unrelieved desire, I absently reached for my crotch, but—
Clack clack—
Only the familiar sound and the feel of the pink chastity belt met my fingers.
“Uuu…. I was able to cum yesterday, so why after just one day….”
Apparently the oral climax I had tasted yesterday had been only temporary relief; a single round of energy circulation had reawakened the lust I thought I’d put to sleep…. In the end I had to comfort myself again today just to keep the desire under control.
In the old days I could have solved it easily, but the means of solving it was locked inside the chastity belt…. So the first place my hands went was my chest.
“Hnn… nngh….”
Ever since Brother Namgung’s toys had thoroughly worked me over, I had been forced to develop my nipples and areolae every day—smearing on that “white, slippery ointment” and rubbing them—just to calm the desire. By now they had grown as large as a woman’s.
To keep those enlarged nipples from rubbing against my clothes, I stuck on the skin-tight undergarment Brother Namgung had given me—nipple patches. Thankfully that stopped the clothes from brushing them and causing trouble.
“Haa… nngh…”
Yet those nipple patches, made so they would stick to the body, had the adhesive side covered in countless tiny nubs……. Rubbing my nipples over the patches produced a completely different pleasure from touching bare skin, making them perfect for self-comfort.
“Hnnngh… nnh…”
Letting out the soft moans that now came so naturally, I sat on the bed and traced circles around my areolae with my fingertips.
“Haa, huu……… Every time my fingers pressed the nipple patches, the countless nubs stimulated my nipples from every angle—it definitely felt good. It felt good, but…….”
“Hnn, huu…. Haaa…….”
In the end I still could not reach climax.
Admitting my limit, I brought one hand to my rear and pushed a finger inside—
Schlick—
—and two fingers stirred the slippery inner walls.
“Hnn, nnh…”
……Ever since I began learning the Femboy Divine Art, my body had undergone many changes. For example… well, I no longer needed to visit the latrine. Brother Namgung had said it was because the mental technique prevented waste from accumulating inside the body, so I could accept that much…. But why had the anal walls become so sensitive I could feel every joint of my finger, and why had those walls turned sticky and slick… like a hole filled with honey?
“Khh… nngh… nnh… haa, hee……. ……Haaa…….”
I continued the sweet self-torture until my stamina was completely drained, yet even with my anus I still could not climax.
“Haa….”
Thanks to comforting myself until I collapsed, the pink excitement clouding my mind had settled somewhat…. But once again I had to admit I could not reach it alone.
“Sigh…. For now, shall I go play in the marketplace…?”
Realizing that lying there any longer was a waste of time, I got up from the bed and slowly put my clothes back on.