Chapter 16: Boyfriend Films the Sex Slave Service
There was no reason to hesitate.
My hypnosis had leveled up once again.
Person +1
The moment I chose it.
A new empty command slot appeared inside the massive hypnosis window.
The space that used to hold one target split into two.
Two separate slots that didn't overlap.
[2 People - 4 Hours Hypnosis Duration]
Whoosh—
I blew the whistle right away.
No reason to hesitate.
I could feel the hypnosis definitely taking hold on both of them.
Two execution windows lit up in my mind.
It felt weird.
Different from hypnotizing just one person.
Like holding different objects in my left and right hands—their presences felt completely separate. I could issue commands to the guy and the girl without mixing them up.
Was my brain even capable of this?
More complex than drawing a triangle with one hand and a square with the other.
Like writing with one hand while doing math calculations with the other?
Who knows.
One thing was clear: no normal human brain could handle this kind of neural activity.
I could feel the tension building inside my temples.
But it wasn't overwhelming.
Through hypnosis commands, I sketched a scene where I dipped out casually and they made up.
The onlookers weren't drama fans anyway, and if I kept my voice low, they wouldn't hear from that distance.
The key was the vibe.
Once the tension eased, their attention would scatter.
I let out a sigh, made a face like I was done with them, and walked out of the alley.
From behind, I heard their soft voices reconciling.
I'd commanded them to keep walking straight down that alley.
I could still sense their hypnosis running in my head.
But it wasn't like a map hack—I couldn't track their exact locations.
Still, the amazing part was.
'Turn around now and come out to the intersection.'
I had to be within earshot of the whistle for the initial hypnosis.
But once it was on, I could alter commands from far away.
I approached the two standing at the intersection.
The light had just changed, so they stood waiting, pretending not to know each other, a bit apart.
"Where's your place? You live alone?"
Perfect—the girl lived alone.
I didn't want to go to the guy's dorm.
Her place wasn't far.
About a 15-minute walk.
I considered a motel, but I'd heard they refuse rooms for uneven ratios like two guys and one girl when it's sketchy.
Unmanned ones exist, but.
I didn't want to draw eyes with this combo.
I'd been careful about risks like that so far.
But I had power that meant I didn't have to hold back.
Still, I wasn't about to waste days waiting for the perfect moment just to punish these assholes.
For now, I sent them to her place.
On the way, I made them stop at a convenience store for booze.
Inside, I commanded them to chat about the drinks—enough for the clerk to remember and the CCTV to clearly catch them talking like a couple.
That's why my hypnosis was so convenient.
They didn't lose their minds like puppets; they acted totally normal, oblivious to anything off.
I opened my maps app and followed a different route from theirs.
Walking leisurely, timing it to arrive when they hit the store.
Park Min-seo had turned into a puppy waiting eagerly for her owner.
She'd peek at me nervously, scared of annoying me if she begged too much.
It was cute. Heartwarming, even.
Part of me wanted to call her over and fuck her right now.
Regular sex was fine, but passing up that upgraded pussy from hypnosis orgasm felt like a waste.
Chatting lightly with her while strolling like this, her place was close.
It was an officetel.
Beep beep. Click. Clack.
I punched in the code I'd gotten ahead of time and went inside.
The lights were already on.
Water running in the bathroom.
The tattoo guy had laid out the booze from the store on the table, sipping slowly like I'd commanded.
He froze.
Whoa. For a second, I thought the hypnosis had worn off.
Even I, who cast it, paused at how natural it looked.
Usually, I was right there watching it take hold, so it was fine.
But just to check, I commanded the tattoo guy to pour some soju over his head.
Splash.
He dumped soju on his head with a dumb look.
Good. Working fine.
Clack.
Then the girl came out of the bathroom.
She hadn't showered yet—I'd told her to brush her teeth.
She had to suck my dick; gotta clean that mouth pussy first.
I issued the command mentally.
Her face lit up as she spotted me like it was the first time, coming out all casual.
"Master!"
She ran over and hugged me tight.
Yeah.
Today's theme: sex slave.
The idea hit me on the way, seeing puppy-like Park Min-seo.
The tattoo guy was right there, watching his girlfriend call some stranger "Master" and cling to him—yet he just kept drinking.
Time to stop the soju. He'd die of alcohol poisoning.
I groped her tits right in front of him.
"Aiing."
"You meet your boyfriend when your Master's here? So cheeky."
"Sorry..."
This felt weird.
Groping another guy's girl in front of her boyfriend.
Would I even get hard when I fucked her?
Or... would it make me harder?
I ignored my dick stiffening and pushed the plan forward.
"Give your phone to your boyfriend. Turn on the camera."
The girl—no, the sex slave—handed her phone over.
The tattoo guy took it and aimed the lens my way.
Time for silence.
I commanded the camera to avoid my face.
"Master... please let me serve you."
I pressed down on the begging sex slave's head.
She dropped to her knees with a joyful expression.
Her hands trembled with excitement as she undid my pants.
That expectant face.
Soon she'd pull down my underwear and her dream Master's cock would spring out.
Hope the camera caught that expression perfectly.
My dick was already rock-hard from the situation itself.
As she tugged my underwear down and it caught on my cock.
"Master, really..."
Like handling something precious and beloved.
The sex slave reached into my underwear and carefully pulled out my cock.
As the huge dick emerged.
"Ah... Master's cock smell. Sniff."
She buried her nose between my cock and groin, inhaling deeply to savor her Master's scent.
Whoa. Didn't expect her to go this far.
I wasn't commanding every single word or move.
Just: I'm your Master, and you love serving me sexually as my sex slave.
That was it.
But watching her.
She had real talent as a slave.
The tattoo guy's handiwork?
Or just born a bitch in heat.
After sniffing a few times, the sex slave stroked my cock with her hand and faced it.
With loving eyes toward the glans.
Smack.
Again.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
She stuck out her tongue to lick, but.
I grabbed her head.
And glared down sternly.
The camera wouldn't catch it, but she saw it in her blocked view.
"Why...? Master, why? Please let me serve you."
Face desperate to serve right now.
I gripped her chin.
Her chin was already tilted up from kneeling and looking at me.
I fixed it in place.
Grabbed my cock with my other hand and positioned it over her face.
"Master?"
I gripped the tip and pulled back.
Thwack.
My cock slapped her philtrum and lips like a rod.
The sex slave looked puzzled.
She sneaked her tongue out to lick the cock on her lips.
Slurp.
I stopped her and pulled back again.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
A few more slaps.
"Mmm... Master's loving discipline."
She placed her hands politely on her thighs and accepted the cock slaps.
I almost snorted—barely held in the laugh.
Purely to fuck with them when they watched this later.
Eyes closed, sniffing the glans on her philtrum.
I stopped the slaps and lowered it to her lips.
She peeked open her eyes, checking my face.
"May I serve you now, Master?"
Her lips and breath tickled as she spoke.
First time doing slave play, or maybe the NTR vibe—who knows.
My excited cock leaked a drop of precum.
I poked it between her parted lips, wiping it on her tongue tip.
She instantly opened wide and swallowed my cock.
Hawp.
Jjup. Jjup.
The sex slave sucked her Master's cock eagerly.
Grabbing my thighs like I'd stop her if she paused, sucking without breathing.
Damn, her skills were solid.
But the dirty talk felt lacking.
Jjuup. Churp. Churp.
While she sucked hard, I thought it over.
I stroked her head as she served diligently and tweaked the commands.
Then.
"Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Master."
Yeah. Perfect.
Can't skip the gratitude.
One more thing missing.
Her oral skills were good, but it lacked that slave service feel.
More like lovers.
I grabbed the back of her head.
"Mm?"
Pushed my cock in deeper.
"Glurk!"
Cock invading deep into her throat.
She panicked, gripping my thighs harder.
But just a reflexive twitch.
No way she'd reject her Master's cock.
Huuu. Huuu.
Mouth full of huge cock, she breathed through her nose to adjust.
Cautiously moved her tongue inside, watching my eyes.
I slid it out a bit, then back in.
Now it felt like a mouth pussy.
I sped up my hips.
Her self-proclaimed pussy mouth stretched, drool wetting my cock instead of juices.
Jjueup. Jjup. Jjueup. Jjup.
Hard thrust in, slow pull out.
She adapted, taking it to her throat max on entry.
On pullout, tongue along the shaft, wrapping the glans.
"Hek. Hek."
The room filled with sucking sounds and her panting breaths.
Ejaculation building, I ramped up the speed.
"Ghk. Guhek."
She gagged hard.
Drool dripped down her chin onto her thighs.
I shoved deep into her throat.
Spurt!
"Hurrgh..."
Tears welling in pain, but she struggled to accept her Master's cock and cum.
Gulp. Gulp.
Haa. I held back a satisfied groan.
Tears streamed from her eyes.
But her smile said bliss.
Gulp. Gulp.
Throat clogged with cock, swallowing was tough; she strained her neck.
The pressure made it feel even more like a mouth pussy.
"Puha...!"
After she swallowed it all, waiting for my next move, I pulled out.
Sticky drool trailed as my cock left her mouth.
She caught her breath, then leaned in to clean my cock.
I patted her cheek proudly and glanced at the tattoo guy.
He was drinking beer.
Camera aimed at his girlfriend declaring herself a sex slave.
I commanded a line fitting the scene.
"Master's cock... it's so huge, I love it. Nothing like my boyfriend's little dick! I want to serve it every day!"