Dark Deal, The Start of Training
My stomach churns with disgust.
"Urp... ugh..."
I heave up everything inside me as much as possible. But as soon as it's out, the revulsion fills me again, and with no strength left to empty myself further, my body shoves the loathing straight to my head. That disgust lodges there as memories I didn't even know I had.
The fact that I'd had sex with someone other than my husband. The betrayal of everything about my husband, Ha-jun oppa. All the excuses I'd made, calling it a dream. The words from Ha-jin that had scrambled my mind into chaos.
"Urp..."
Memories I didn't want rising, didn't want knowing—they flood my head bit by bit, overflowing, making my stomach lurch again. The reasons I'd turned so vulgar, the way I'd started feeling fondness for Ha-jin—it infuriates me that it was all because I'd fallen for that bastard's shitty tricks. But every time, the heat and excitement from those "dreams" surge back, and even in this situation, the disgust at myself for thinking of such things keeps my trembling gut convulsing to spew it out.
"Hye-won... you okay...?"
Ha-jun oppa, still in his work clothes without even changing after getting home, worries over me as I stay holed up in the bathroom, dry-heaving from an empty stomach. The fact that I'd rationalized it as a dream and mingled bodies with that Ha-jin bastard while chasing pleasure makes me feel even more pathetic toward this wonderful oppa.
"Hye-won, you alright? Shouldn't we go to the ER or something?"
His voice comes again. But it's a repulsive, loathsome voice. I can't see him from behind, just hear him, but I know he's looking at my wretched state and sneering.
"Huff... huff... No, I'm fine..."
I turn around. The two faces are so identical, both saying the same worried words. But there's one man—my beloved oppa—and behind him, that snake-like bastard looking down at me with a mocking grin. To him, this whole situation must be some fun game; his face beams with delight, utterly at odds with the concerned tone of his voice.
My eyes snap open on their own. Without checking the time, I know I've overslept, and Ha-jun oppa has quietly headed to work.
"Fuck..."
A curse slips out, and a voice snaps back at me.
"What're you doing swearing first thing in the morning, Hye-won?"
That loathsome son of a bitch stands smirking by the bedroom door.
"You... how long have you been creeping around? No... what the hell did you do to me? To oppa? This is a crime... I'll make sure you rot in jail. If you don't want that, I'll kill you myself."
Words laced with rage and murderous intent pour out of me. I'm barely holding back the urge to grab a knife and plunge it deep into that bastard's throat right now.
As if mocking me, he plays a video on his phone, and the sound blares out.
"I love you... Ha-jun oppa...♡ I love how you make me feel so good...♡"
I don't remember when it happened. But it's unmistakably my voice.
"You fucking bastard! Delete that right now!"
Seeing my ugly, slutty self enrages and disgusts me beyond measure. I scream in fury, but despite my numb reason, my hand calmly searches for the police on his phone.
"Eh, I don't care if I get arrested and do time. But I'm gonna spread these videos. Especially send 'em straight to your bro. You cool with that? You've got a lot to lose, don't you?"
"Yes, this is 112. What's your emergency?"
A woman's voice comes through the phone.
"Hello? Are you unable to talk right now?"
Her voice sounds strong. I feel like if I ask for help, she'll do her utmost. But his words leave me unable to retort, and I hesitantly hang up the call.
He's the criminal here—why do I have to act all servile? I hate this situation so much.
"Wh-what do you... want...?"
Tears well up from fear, rage, and injustice, but I swallow them hard, forcing the words from my choked throat.
"Hmm... five months left till I leave this house. Be my plaything for that time, endure all my demands, and if you win, I'll consider it your victory—turn myself in and do my time, nice and easy."
It's an absurd demand. Even if I "win," I'm the only one who ends up scarred. Purely selfish.
"How can I trust you'd keep your word...? It's all downside for me."
"You think this is some fair trade, Hye-won? I'm giving you a chance. You in or what?"
His sly grin tells me he knows I can't refuse. It's so unfair. Why does the victim have to bow to the perpetrator?
"...Fine. I accept. But don't expect me to want you turning yourself in. Just... never show your face in front of me and oppa again."
"Then how about we head to a motel right now? In this outfit."
The dress he shows me clings tight to the body—nothing like the baggy clothes I always wear to avoid stares at my big breasts. It's vulgar, trashy-looking.
"Wh-what...? Right now...? In that...?"
"Make up some excuse to your bro. We're gonna fuck all day."
His eyes smile, but beneath, they warn what happens if I refuse. With trembling hands hidden behind me, I call oppa on the phone. It rings a while— he's busy—before his voice answers.
"Oppa... sorry to bug you at work, but... can I go hang out with friends today? Just for the day...?"
"Huh? Out of the blue? Who're you meeting?"
"H-high school friends... We reconnected after ages, so... gonna hang out a bit..."
"Sure, go have fun. Don't overdo it, okay?"
Ha-jun oppa permits it cheerfully, without a hint of suspicion.
***
I put on the dress Ha-jin gave me and head to the motel. The whole way, I'm on edge, terrified of running into someone I know, repulsed by the men's stares. Even buying condoms at the shop next door, the clerk's blatant ogling disgusts me, and Ha-jin enjoying every bit of it disgusts me more.
"What did you do... to me? To oppa? What happened in the bedroom...?"
"That's the first thing you wanna know? Simple. I can hypnotize people. And you got hypnotized."
The answer's so ridiculous, I'm stunned. I'd expected some movie-drama bullshit, but this?
"Don't lie. That shit's impossible."
"Hmm... if I was bullshitting, why'd all those memories suddenly come back? Hypnosis implants suggestions, but it breaks easy if you recognize it for what it is."
I don't want to believe it, but with the arousal, the "dreams," and this reality I hate even more, I have no choice.
"Anyway, strip already. Let's fuck. All lovey-dovey and sticky~"
"Like I'd fuck a bastard like you like lovers... Now that the hypnosis is broken, there's no way it'd feel good with trash like you..."
I carefully undress, and suddenly he hugs me from behind. He whispers sweet nothings by my ear. The words feel sweet, his breath hot, his careful, lewd caresses arousing me.
I don't get it. It's confusing. As I wrestle with that, he pushes me onto the bed and looks down. Seeing his face heats me up.
"What are you doing...?"
A man with Ha-jun oppa's exact face murmurs sweetly, kissing my nape, then my collarbone.
"Ah♡"
A sweet sound slips from my lips. Unbelievable—I clap my hand over my mouth in shock.
"Your voice is getting sweeter~"
"What the hell did you do to me...? Hypnotize me again?"
If this isn't hypnosis, it makes no sense. A man I hate, loathe, who repulses me—yet my heart races like I'm in love, tense and eager like my first time with Ha-jun oppa, my face flushing with what feels like shy excitement.
"What're you talking about? You saw the video. Hypnosis only works when you're asleep. You're just getting turned on 'cause you're a vulgar, horny slut."
Ignoring my doubts and sneers, he licks down to my chest and latches his tongue onto my swollen nipple—swollen against my will.
The snake-like tongue from those "dreams"—no, that hated reality—stimulates my nipple so pleasurably.
"Hng...!"
The pleasure's so sweet, I bite back the sound. What I'd thought were dreams, all those acts with Ha-jin, came with pain—this gentle pleasure feels alien.
"Hnnng...♡"
He bites my nipple to hold it, swirling that snake tongue around it, while his other hand pinches and twists lightly. The technique—light, unlike anything from Ha-jun oppa—makes me cum quick.
As I pant in the light afterglow, his tongue pries open my dripping slit and licks.
"Kyaa! What the hell...!"
I try to stay calm, block him, but my resistance crumbles easily to the pleasure of his tongue tormenting my clit. With defenses gone, his fingers slip in to plant more ecstasy. Even his handiwork feels better than oppa's, and I hate my body for cumming so easily to this trash.
"Haa... haa...♡"
"Feel good, Hye-won?"
He looks up with a grin. That face, voice, tone—like Ha-jun oppa—reassures me unconsciously.
"Don't imitate oppa... It creeps me out..."
I blame this feeling, these sensations, on hypnosis, denying it.
"Then make me feel good?"
Still mimicking oppa, he shoves his cock at me. First time seeing it—but not really—reeking of that lewd, musky scent.
He presses it right to my nose. The obscene smell numbs my head bit by bit.
"How nasty do you have to be... to smell like this...?"
Reluctantly, I stuff the stinking cock in my mouth. Unlike the throat-fucks that always gagged me, he strokes my cheek affectionately, holds my hair back gently. It all arouses me pointlessly, feels good...
"Gonna cum, Hye-won."
I brace, eyes shut, expecting a throat dump—but he shoots it right on my tongue.
"Bet you'd make me happy if you swallowed~"
As if responding, I slowly swallow the half-spilled cum on my tongue. Mixing with saliva, the sticky, jelly-like load slides down as I unwittingly savor it. It clings in my throat, the smell rising back up, lingering in my nose.
"Haa... haa... that's enough. Hurry up and fuck me..."
I carefully spread my legs. Lewd strings stretch obscenely from my pussy.
"Whoa... so slutty. Felt that good?"
"Shut your bullshit... Must be your hypnosis or whatever..."
"Heh... if you say so."
Grinning, he thrusts in. Unlike oppa's straight shaft, Ha-jin's curves upward like his twisted personality—my pussy grips it tight, pleasurably.
It lets me feel every detail of his cock, making my pussy hypersensitive.
"Hngg... heek...♡"
Force-fed pleasure clouds my mind as he tries to kiss me.
"No... not that..."
"We'll fuck, but no kissing? You're weird."
I fear a kiss will break me. Pfuk—pfuk— Each thrust spills juices; his sweet whispers make me cum lightly each time.
"So sensitive. Were you looking forward to this?"
I spit in his grinning face.
"Huff... haa... quit talking shit and just cum already..."
"Hmm... tried going all lover-like and gentle to sensitize your body, and you're climbing the walls. Want me to remind you of your place, Hye-won?"
Squeeze— Sudden pressure on my head. Can't breathe. Throat crushed, stars sparkle in my vision.
"Such a slut, Hye-won."
Another oppa imitation. Oxygen-starved dizziness floods my brain; his sweet whispers carve into my crumbling mind. Gasping mouth gapes, pleasure-weak tongue lolls out.
Slurp... smooch...
"Mmph...? Hng... haa... lick... smooch...♡"
The kiss I'd guarded to the end breaks through. My fragile reason shatters.
"Hoo... how's it feel now, Hye-won?"
"Bae... feels... gooood... oppa... more...♡"
My vulgar nature spills out again.
Drugged on pleasure, my slutty core engraves his words deep. Ha-jin pulls his cock from my well-fucked pussy—clamped so tight from all my orgasms it nearly strips the condom off. Slick with my juices and precum, reeking lewdly, he brings it to my face. Instinct tells me what it means.
I open my arousal-flushed, heat-filled mouth, tongue lolling out, begging for his cock like a slut.