It's Common Sense to Answer When a Call Comes Mid-Act

I was still at the motel, tangled up with Park Min-seo — mouths and bodies locked together.

My original plan had fallen apart. But what was I supposed to do? A naked young beauty was clinging to my cock like her life depended on it.

Park Min-seo had been flustered by sex that felt different from the night before, and when I made the excuse that my stamina had completely tanked, she'd looked disappointed. Even so, she seemed pretty satisfied with what we were doing.

"In a week — I'll have time then. I'll show you properly."

"Mm. What we're doing now feels amazing too. The orgasm… it's the first time I've ever felt one."

She'd never slept with her ex, after all. And according to her, his dick had been tiny compared to mine. She laughed and said she'd done well to dump him — all while she kept sucking me off.

Why was she so good at this?

Slurp. Slurp.

"I practiced…. At first my boyfriend was thrilled when I said I had no experience, said he'd wait for me. But the closer he got to shipping out for the military, the more he started wanting it."

Fair enough. He was about to leave for a world full of stinking men, and right next to him was a pretty virgin girlfriend. Of course he'd want to take her before he left. And the thought of her flipping her rubber shoes while he was gone — getting fucked by some other guy — that would drive anyone insane.

Even as she talked, Park Min-seo kept licking up the shaft with her tongue and sucking on the head.

Slurp. Glide. Slurp. Slurp.

"So at first I just used my hand, and then I started watching porn so I could do it with my mouth…."

"Then why'd he dump you? You said he waited."

Had some other young girlfriend turned up?

"Part of it was that I kept refusing when he wanted to sleep together… and also…."

She hesitated, as if the next part was too embarrassing to say, then pushed through.

"When I tried out all the things I'd practiced on him, he asked who I'd been sleeping with. Accused me of cheating… called me a… a slut…."

Not embarrassed — angry. So that was it. Her ex must have been completely blindsided by Park Min-seo's slutty technique. Instead of thinking, She's a virgin and she's this good?, his mind had gone straight to, Has this bitch been sucking other guys' cocks? Did she give her virginity away and then some?

Maybe leaving a popular, pretty girlfriend on campus while he sat in the military had driven him half-mad. According to her, he'd demanded she prove she was still a virgin by sleeping with him — and she'd refused to the end. By that point, she said, she was so disgusted she had zero desire to sleep with him anyway.

Yeah. Who would want to spread their legs and hand over their virginity to a boyfriend who was already calling them a cheating slut?

The little kid living in my heart piped up with some bullshit about how not giving it up for three years including military service was a little much — but I shut that down with a simple, So who did she give that virginity to? Me. I took it.

What a load of crap.

As if worried I might not believe her, Park Min-seo even volunteered the embarrassing details of her past.

"My hymen… I, uh… did it myself…."

"Yourself? With your hand?"

She looked away. A dildo, then? Watching her behavior, I'd already figured she had a strong sex drive — but strong enough to punch through her own hymen with a toy?

"No, I… put some lube on and just tried to put it in a little, just a tiny bit. But I accidentally sat down on it…."

She'd set the dildo on the floor, meaning only to test it — and then sat down hard, taking the whole thing in one go. Park Min-seo couldn't even look at me; she covered her eyes with both hands.

So did that mean the dildo took her virginity, not me?

No. Absolutely not. I took her virginity. End of story.

We'd started having sex that morning, stretched it out, ordered delivery, and were back to sucking and fucking when it happened.

"Your phone's ringing."

Park Min-seo had her face buried in my lower half, working desperately to get me fully hard again, when her phone kept going off. The name on the screen was a woman's — a friend, by the look of it.

"Mm?"

I held the screen up to Park Min-seo, who still had my cock stuffed deliciously in her mouth, working it with her lips.

"A friend?"

"Y-yeah."

She still wouldn't take me out of her mouth. Why was she this filthy? She was a bitch in heat, plain and simple. Was this really only her second time with a man? Technically her first time having sex, though she'd done oral before. And the dildo made three? No. Dildo, get out of my head.

I shook my head to banish the damn thing's lingering presence. From what she'd told me, the most she'd done was date her boyfriend for a year and relieve him with the occasional almost-sex whenever he came home on leave. And yet she was a complete little demon.

As the phone kept ringing, Park Min-seo finally spit my cock out of her mouth. She stared at it — glossy with thick spit — with open regret.

"Before you answer. Climb up here."

I patted my thighs. Park Min-seo looked at me, briefly puzzled, then screwed up her eyes and shook her head hard.

"No! What are you trying to do?"

"What do you think. Just sit here and take the call."

"You pervert!"

So she'd watched some porn. Same as me.

I grabbed Park Min-seo as she reached for the phone.

"Kyah!"

I locked onto her waist, lined her up, and dropped her straight down onto my cock.

Squelch.

"Nngh!"

"Haa. That's it."

Park Min-seo thrashed for a moment, then gave up and slumped against my chest.

"Please… be quiet."

"Got it."

She shot me one more anxious warning look, then answered the phone.

"Hello?"

She was sitting upright in my lap, leaning back against my chest to take the call, so I could hear every word clearly.

"What do you mean, what happened."

"Ah. That was…."

One of the friends she'd gone to the club with, then. Park Min-seo couldn't find the words to answer.

"No, I…."

Her friend was clearly frustrated; the lecture just kept coming. I had the picture now. She was a good friend. And you don't leave a good friend worrying.

I gripped Park Min-seo's ass firmly with both hands. I wasn't a monster — I couldn't lift a full-grown woman by the hips alone while sitting down. Even hypnotizing myself probably wouldn't make that possible. But if I leaned back a little and used the momentum….

The second my hands tightened, Park Min-seo flinched — she knew exactly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠what I was about to do.

"Ah — wait—"

Her voice went sharp with panic.

Schlick.

"Hnn!"

My cock and the walls of her pussy — already soaked with cum, her own juices, and spit — slid against each other with a wet, filthy sound.

I'd gotten a feel for how to move. The position was unfamiliar, but workable. Park Min-seo frantically shoved at my shoulders, trying to pull off me — and I used the rebound of my hips and her own motion to drive up again.

Schlick.

"Hyaat!"

One hand still holding the phone, the other pushing at me, Park Min-seo hurriedly clamped her free hand over her own mouth.

When you'd just poured a moan that filthy into the phone, even someone trying to play dumb would know. The sound had been dripping with sex.

"No. No. It's not like that…."

Park Min-seo's voice trembled in tiny, broken fragments — panic and arousal tangled together. Moving like this was exhausting. Maybe I needed to hit the gym.

Then again, this was a friend who was practically begging her to get laid. So this was fine.

I gave Park Min-seo a light shove.

"Nngh."

The second she startled, I caught her by the waist. She threw her hands back to brace herself. We were sitting face-to-face on the bed, legs spread, and from that position I started driving my cock into her pussy over and over.

"Euh! Ugh! Hn!"

Park Min-seo shook her head desperately — but right now, I was on her friend's side. Hell, I'd used her friend's mouth before I'd even used the girl next door's. Did that mean my type was "the friend"?

I thought that nonsense to myself as I kept moving my hips.

I almost laughed. From the phone she'd already pulled far from her mouth came her friend's cheerleading. A friend who rooted for you during sex. Maybe I should get ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her into bed with Park Min-seo sometime.

Park Min-seo was glaring at me with a miserable face, one hand clamped over her mouth, fighting with everything she had not to make a sound. But her body was honest — it didn't reject my cock at all. Her legs stayed open.

"Tell her not to spread it around."

"Ah…! Hye-ji! D-don't… spread this around…! You can't…!"

Too late. I'd offered her advice that wasn't really advice. Park Min-seo scrambled to grab the phone and begged her friend in a pleading voice. Surely this wasn't the kind of bitch who'd turn around and gossip after all that. If she was, I'd just have to take good care of her too. And that friend would get a hypnotic punishment for being so damn cheeky.

Her friend's delighted laughter was the last thing on the line before the call cut off.

"What the hell was that…!"

She glared at me with pure resentment — while her hips still rolled to match my rhythm, chasing more pleasure. This was supposed to be the movement of a girl who'd just graduated from virginity? Unbelievable.

You.

"Sex slave. Confirmed."

"What? S-sex slave?"

Holy shit. Actually saying that word out loud to a woman in real life. The shock of it made her forget her resentment entirely; she just stared at me, blank.

"You said you'd be mine. I'll keep fucking you from now on, so when I call, you pretty yourself up and come out."

"Haa… haa…."

Park Min-seo muttered sex slave under her breath, looking completely floored. Had she already forgotten what she'd said herself?

Feeling spiteful, I pinched one of her pink nipples and twisted.

"Hhk!"

"Answer me."

Resentment, then finally resignation filled her eyes. Park Min-seo let out a long sigh.

"Can't I just be your girlfriend? I don't even care about being the only one. But sex slave is a little…."

"It's just a way of putting it. You are one of my girlfriends."

That phrasing was hotter, honestly.

"Haa. Maybe I just have terrible taste in men."

Was the Hypnosis Orgasm wearing off? Fair enough — springing "be my sex slave" on a popular girl out of nowhere was bound to get a reaction. But once she tasted the Hypnosis Orgasm again in a week, she wouldn't be talking like this anymore. That much was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠certain.

"Fine…. I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"Ugh, seriously. Sex… slave."

She grumbled — but she still said and did exactly what a man wanted to hear. Just like she'd claimed, she was good at listening. I'd acquired myself a precious little sex slave. One day a week, limited edition — equipped with a top-tier, no, a devil's pussy.

"You're a bad man. I hate you."

A bad man. I needed to get used to treating women badly on purpose. I planned to have every kind of woman, after all. And not just women — I was going to devour every other field with hypnosis too. For that, any soft-hearted nonsense had to go. That little kid in my chest from earlier, whining about three years of saved virginity, needed to disappear. The right mindset was more like: She saved that virginity all this time just to offer it to me. Good girl.

Feeling fond, I stroked Park Min-seo's hair. She looked puzzled but pleased, and kept rolling her hips.

God. I'm dying.

I'd completely collapsed. On the way home I'd lucked into some kids playing near my place, put them under hypnosis, told them to have fun, then came home and face-planted straight into bed. Still, I felt pretty damn satisfied. I'd acquired one delicious little slave.

Though — was she really the sex slave here? My face was getting more and more haggard by the minute, while Park Min-seo's bare face was glowing, practically radiant. When I pointed that out to her after she'd pouted over the sex-slave comment, she got embarrassed — apparently she'd already noticed it in the mirror herself.

Damn it. She'd clearly sucked every last drop of my vital energy dry.

Thinking that, I fell asleep almost instantly. When I woke up, it was evening. Ordering delivery felt like a waste of money. Instant ramen? Then I remembered the cash I'd shaken out of the drone importer. I still had a few hundred thousand won left.

Perfect. Eel rice bowl it is. Starting today I was going to be busy with sex, so I needed to replenish my stamina. This might turn into a brutal sexual odyssey that even a body back in its early twenties would struggle to handle. I should be happy about that.

And from the first trophy of that odyssey — Park Min-seo — a flood of messages was waiting.

I snorted. A whole string of crying emoticons was lined up underneath.

The second I sent it, messages started pouring in within a minute.

Then came a shy emoji, followed by a flood of everything else: she'd talked to the friend who'd called mid-sex, agreed to buy her three meals in exchange for keeping the secret, and now the friend kept asking how the sex was — how good could it have been that they were still going past lunch — and she had no idea what to say.

Huh. Was this that feeling you get when you've just started dating someone? It had been a long time. Even if she was only one of my girlfriends (girlfriend count: still one), it felt good.

That set off another rapid-fire barrage of messages. I wasn't joking. If I made her take a call during a Hypnosis Orgasm, I could let her friend hear Park Min-seo's absolutely insane moans. Wouldn't that make her curious enough to come looking to get fucked herself? Though if I did take the friend, would Min-seo cry and get disappointed?

I traded messages with Park Min-seo while finishing dinner, and was about to head out when she called.

There was no real reason for the call. Just random, trivial chatter — as if we were already a couple. I didn't think Park Min-seo's behavior was purely because of the Hypnosis Orgasm. The betrayal and resentment toward that ex she'd mentioned had to be playing a role somehow. Plus the bitterness over nearly two years of wasted time thanks to him.

Well. From the start, I'd declared I had no intention of giving my love to just one person. Park Min-seo might want that — but still. I should treat her well, as far as my feelings allowed.

She said she was fine with it now, but once I started keeping other women around, she was going to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠get hurt. Angry, too. There was a real chance she'd try to leave. She was a young girl who'd only ever dated one guy. A virgin with no sexual experience. She'd offered that purity to me.

But I had no intention of letting her go. If I'd never caught her in the first place, fine — but I don't release fish I've already put in my aquarium.

From the moment I gained hypnosis, confirmed what it could do, and started imagining everything I could accomplish with it — I had changed. And I liked that change.

It was Sunday, conveniently. Kids would be out wandering even in the evening. Time to grind that hypnosis proficiency. Sex could wait until Monday.

. . .

I wandered around late into the night, raising my hypnosis level.