Club Girl and Real Hypnosis Sex (Yes, Actual Sex)
Five hundred thousand won per envelope. A total of one and a half million.
"Money for the room salon? Okay, but why hide it?"
"Because the wife keeps giving me hell about it…."
Unbelievable.
Apparently she'd told him that if he went to a room salon one more time, she was filing for divorce. Well, he figured if he got caught he could just buy her a designer bag and smooth things over.
Even under hypnosis, the guy was still putting on airs.
"You have a daughter, by any chance?"
No particular reason for asking — just that after the filthy business earlier in the day, women were still on my mind.
Kim Su-cheol pulled out his phone and showed me a photo of his daughter.
"……Hmm. Your daughter. She, uh, takes after her dad quite a bit. Healthy-looking. Very healthy."
I couldn't bring myself to say anything cruel to a man under hypnosis who wouldn't even remember this conversation. You don't mock the genuine article.
Still, if she was never going to be a beauty anyway, better a sturdy build than a stick figure. Even if she was a girl. Not like I was going to be the one eating that, anyway.
Looking at that photo killed my interest in women on the spot. Remarkable effect. That said, I wasn't about to go hunting for orc-girl photos the next time the urge hit me.
Anyway — time to lift the hypnosis.
He'd been too busy moving cargo to check the clock carefully, but too long a blank stretch would still look weird. Part of me wanted to keep him under and put him to work for the hypnosis experience, but I'd already learned everything I needed. Time to cut him loose.
I had Kim Su-cheol pick up the last load he'd set down. I'd only made him keep holding things under hypnosis so his arms wouldn't seize up from standing still too long. Now I needed to reset everything to the moment I'd first put him under.
I walked him back to the exact spot where I'd hypnotized him, then slipped out of sight myself.
And released the hypnosis.
Kim Su-cheol stood there a beat, then — as if nothing had happened — carried the load over to the truck.
I approached him.
"What are you doing?"
He tensed at my sudden appearance.
"Who… are you?"
I didn't answer. I pulled out my phone and called the manager.
"Yeah. Ju-hyuk. How'd it go?"
"Yes, sir. He's loading a truck right now — looks like he's trying to skip town."
"Is that so? Perfect. How much inventory does it look like?"
"Hard to say. I don't really know what this stuff is worth. Let me talk to him first and call you back."
"Alright. Let me know if you need backup."
"Yes, sir. Understood."
Even as I hung up, Kim Su-cheol was still fidgeting uselessly with the drone boxes.
"TJ Air Drone, correct? I'm Deputy Kim Ju-hyuk from Donglim Asset Management. Those look like our property. Planning a midnight run, were you?"
"What…. T-what? Air Drone? No. You've got the wrong guy."
"Is that so?"
What third-rate acting.
I pulled out my phone, flipped on the flashlight, and started snapping photos. I'd already taken some earlier, but more never hurt.
"Hey — why are you taking pictures of someone else's stuff?"
Kim Su-cheol flared up and lunged to snatch my phone.
"Don't play games with me, boss. You know it's illegal to sneak out collateral that's been pledged, right? Want me to call the cops?"
"You little son of a bitch!"
His face twisted uglier still, and the hand that had been reaching for my phone swung for my face instead.
But I'd picked up boxing on the side precisely so I could survive at a gray-zone company like this. I slipped the punch easily.
This is why I learned to box. So trash like him couldn't land a hit on me.
I dodged every swing he threw. When he got frustrated enough to grab for my collar, I swatted his hands away and stepped back. After a few rounds of that, he was already winded — standing there huffing and puffing.
Looking at that face, I almost snapped and put him under again, headache penalty be damned — but I just kept talking instead. Mixing fists into this would only make more work for me. If he started screaming mutual assault and latched on, I'd be the one stuck dealing with it.
"Maybe I really should call the cops. Assault, plus caught red-handed diverting property — obstruction of compulsory execution, interference with exercise of rights, and whatever else they feel like stacking on."
That finally got through. Kim Su-cheol's face went ashen. Then it crumpled, and he dropped to his knees, begging.
"D-Deputy, please — just look the other way this once. I need to sell this stuff just to scrape by in the Philippines…!"
"Not my problem. And drop the poor-me act."
Anyone watching would think this was his entire net worth. He'd stashed ninety million won worth of inventory in Guro on top of this.
"Hand over the car keys. And sign here. Fill out a voluntary surrender of collateral form, then drive everything currently loaded straight to our company warehouse."
This kind of thing happened often enough that I kept blank forms at home. I filled in the basics with a pen and held the papers out.
"Ah… shit."
Kim Su-cheol signed with a face like a funeral.
"You bolt now, you're a real criminal. You get that, right?"
He was too furious to answer. Didn't matter. What mattered was that the weekend job was done.
Once the truck was on its way, I called the manager.
"Turns out the goods aren't thirty or forty million — they're fifty. I just sent the loaded truck to the warehouse, so have them process the confirmation form on that end."
"Oh. Nice work."
Hoo—. I could use a cigarette.
Without that free one-point-five million, this whole day would've ended on a sour note. Hypnosis really was paying off.
I caught a taxi home. As we got close to my neighborhood, the entertainment district came into view — a sea of neon, and in front of a big club, a long line of men and women waiting to get in.
Right. Saturday night.
I was about to ride past without a second thought when—
Wait.
I had the taxi pull over and got out. Grabbing the receipt was mandatory.
The reason I'd stopped was that the words of the guy who'd just handed me one and a half million had suddenly come back to me. That money was originally meant for a room salon — money to throw at women.
Thinking about women and sex, then seeing the club, it hit me: maybe I could put hypnosis to work here.
Plenty of the girls who came to clubs were looking for sex, right? Grab a pretty one who was already half-drunk and that should do it.
Worth a try.
Fortunately, I didn't get turned away at the door. …Actually, it looked like they were about to bounce me, but the second I said I was taking a table, they waved me through.
It wasn't my money anyway, so I ordered a whiskey set without blinking.
When the staff brought out the bottle and snacks, I pulled out a hundred thousand won, handed over fifty thousand, and said:
"I'm here alone. If you spot any women who came solo and might want a drinking buddy…."
I left the other fifty thousand on the table. Message clear: bring a girl, get the rest.
"I can't force anyone. But if I see someone while I'm making rounds, I can float the idea."
The staffer smirked, took the fifty thousand, and left.
"Eight hundred thousand? Insane. Absolutely insane."
A twenty-one-year whiskey set, table fee included — eight hundred thousand won. Without the free money, I never would have spent my own cash on this.
I almost searched the market price online, then decided that would only piss me off and left it alone.
"…Tastes good, though."
After nothing but soju and beer every day, drinking something this nice almost felt like it was spoiling my palate.
I was nursing the whiskey when someone sat down beside me.
The first thing I noticed was the smooth legs under a short black dress that clung to every curve. Then the body itself — well-proportioned, with real shape. Looking higher, a pretty face smiling at me.
"Why are you drinking alone?"
Her voice carried a deliberate coyness.
"Good question."
I smiled back as I spoke, and behind her I caught the staffer's eye and fluttered the fifty thousand still sitting on the table. He grinned as he passed and scooped it up.
"Thank you, hyung-nim."
The woman watched the exchange with an amused smile.
"Oh, what. I thought that money was for me."
She said it like a joke, but there was hunger in her voice.
I grinned, pulled out another fifty-thousand-won bill, and set it on the table. Then I poured whiskey into a glass and said:
"This is yours if you drink with me."
She took the glass, propped one elbow on the table, rested her chin on her hand, and turned her body toward me.
"Well, I'm not drinking for fifty thousand. I came alone too. Just lonely."
The fifty thousand stayed on the table. Calculated. She was performing the part of someone who wasn't desperate for the money. Guess I looked like a deep-pocketed whale.
The conversation flowed pleasantly enough. Free expensive liquor put her in a good mood, and she kept emptying her glass. Both of us got comfortably drunk.
Maybe thirty minutes in.
Her pale cheeks had flushed a warm pink. The smile in her eyes deepened, and her tongue started to thicken just slightly. Not blackout-drunk — just far enough that tomorrow morning she'd think, Ah, I went too hard on the free whiskey and just… went with it.
This was enough.
I leaned in close to her ear. The pounding music had already forced us to stay pressed together to talk, so it looked completely natural.
Fweee—.
Hypnosis command.
Her eyes were already a little unfocused from the alcohol, so it was hard to tell from the outside whether it had taken. But the sensation that clicked into place in my head told me the hypnosis had landed cleanly.
"What color underwear are you wearing today?"
"Black."
Matching the dress. Nice.
Suddenly I wanted to know what she was really thinking.
"Were you planning to go outside and have sex with me? If I said let's go to a motel, would you come?"
"Yeah. You look like you've got money. And you don't look bad."
So she was down to fuck even without the hypnosis.
But what I wanted wasn't plain sex — it was putting hypnosis to work. Still, it felt good. Even if looking rich had done most of the heavy lifting, a pretty woman had been willing to sleep with me.
I casually rested one hand on her shoulder and slid the other under the table onto her thigh. Then, pretending to tell her something funny, I pressed closer and stroked her thigh in slow, light passes.
I wanted to shove my hand up under her skirt right then. But this was an open table, not a private room. I could have done it — technically.
"You're having a fun conversation with me. Laugh occasionally and act like we're talking."
I whispered the hypnosis command against her ear. Issuing commands silently in my head at the same time as speaking had become fairly natural by now.
She sat there smiling with her face flushed red from drink and arousal, and from the outside we looked like any couple who were into each other. I worked her thigh a little longer, then pulled my hand away.
Time to leave — except I was still hard.
I stopped drinking and worked on the snacks and water, waiting for it to go down. The sheer excitement of knowing I could take her whenever I wanted made it stubborn.
Wait. It's not your turn yet. You eat when I tell you to eat.
My little soldier, hearing the order, settled down.
Act completely sober, like the alcohol's worn off. Link arms with me and walk out looking natural and happy.
We stood up smoothly and left the club together. On the way out, the envious stares of guys who hadn't managed to hook up with anyone felt fantastic.
That's right. Keep grinding, boys. I'm going to go have sex.
To anyone watching, we were just a pair who'd locked eyes inside and were heading out for round two, laughing and cozy — and I enjoyed the soft press of her breast against my arm the whole way out.
Motels were everywhere. I picked one that was decent without being cheap, and we went in.
Even walking into the room, she stayed glued to my side, rubbing her chest against my arm.
"Strip. And wash up."
While she undressed, I stripped too.
Alright. You can come out now.
The second my underwear came off, my cock sprang free like a coil. Eighteen centimeters of pure presence, demanding to be used immediately.
I gave it a couple of satisfied taps and looked at her. She'd already unhooked her bra and was bare-chested.
"Oh. Pretty big. What cup?"
"C-cup."
"Nice."
I stepped in and put my hands on her breasts. Even as I groped her, she kept stripping her panties off on command. When I rolled her nipples gently between my fingers, her face twitched and flinched. Looking down, I found a clean, bare mound — freshly waxed.
One hand on her chest, the other working her ass, I wound myself up higher.
"On your knees. Suck."
Naked, in front of a man she'd just met at a club, she dropped to her knees. Then she opened her mouth naturally and started sucking my cock.
"Slurp… suck… shhlurp…"
Now this was a blowjob. She was good at it.
The neighbor's friend who'd sucked me off earlier today was prettier, sure — but this one was plenty cute once you looked past the heavy makeup. And her technique was something else.
Shhlup—. Suck. Suck. Shhlurp.
Watching her from above, cheeks hollowed, naked and working hard — the urge to come kept building. Getting head right inside the motel door, not even making it to the bed.
I did something I normally couldn't — something only hypnosis made worth trying.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
At eighteen centimeters, I'd never managed to bury the whole thing before. I rolled my hips and pushed deeper, until the head pressed into her throat.
It must have hurt — even under hypnosis, she shoved at my legs and thrashed.
"Even if it hurts, this is a cock you like. Take it."
The hypnosis command settled her thrashing. Eyes brimming, she forced herself to swallow as much of me as she could, and the sight was so pretty I stroked her hair while I worked my hips.
"Ugh. Coming. Swallow it properly."
I didn't hold back the surge. I gripped the back of her head and drove my cock all the way down her throat.
Spurt! Spurrrt!
"Guhk. Uhk. Mmph!"
Even through the distress, she did her best to gulp down every pulse of cum pumping from the head.
Gulp. Gulp.
I'd always wanted a proper deepthroat. Long live hypnosis.
I stayed a moment longer, savoring the warm, twitching grip of her mouth, then pulled out.
"Cough. Hhack."
Only then did she spit saliva and cough, free at last. But there was no time to recover.
I pulled her to her feet and headed for the shower.
We had all night.