Chapter 51: CUT. Pfft~ As if Hypnosis Would Really Work♡ (2)
by fnovelpia
[Raei: warning, this chap is uh not 18+, but it’s close]
“Huh?”
The president approached and gently shook Yeoreum’s shoulder.
There was no response.
He was teetering on the brink of sleep and wakefulness.
The president, grinning broadly, clapped her hands.
“Hypnosis successful!”
“Are you sure, Joo-Yi senior…?”
“Look at him. He’s as docile as if he’d been hit by a tranquilizer gun.”
“I can’t believe it… I need to check for myself.”
Yuna Yeon stepped forward and gently pinched Yeoreum’s cheek.
Her fingers squeezed the soft, baby-like skin. Again, there was no reaction.
She took a deep breath and kissed his cheek.
Surprisingly, Yeoreum showed neither anger nor displeasure; he simply did not react.
A ticking sound—like a limit being released—echoed in Yuna’s mind.
Unable to resist any longer, she pressed her lips firmly against his.
They savored the warmth and texture, their lips moistening each other’s.
After a prolonged kiss, they parted, and a string of saliva stretched between them like a clear thread.
“He’s really under… He would never have allowed a kiss otherwise… Hehe…”
Yuna trembled with exhilaration.
Kissing the one she loved sent a flood of neurotransmitters through her brain, sweeping her away in a tide of pleasure.
Her vision, clouded with a pink hue of lust, saw nothing but Yeoreum.
Unable to contain herself, she kissed him again.
This time, she pushed her tongue into his mouth, exploring fervently.
Yuna, notably tall, had an unusually long tongue, which seemed particularly advantageous at that moment.
As she plunged her tongue deeper and their tongues entwined, vulgar, lustful noises filled the air.
The president, enjoying the spectacle from behind, exclaimed in admiration.
“It’s like a vacuum cleaner.”
“I’ve practiced a lot… while Yeoreum was sleeping…”
To overpower a sleeping boy—a succubus had nothing on her.
“Hehe… This is my first time doing it while he’s awake…”
“Awake? He might as well be asleep.”
“His eyes are open, though…”
Indeed, they were open, but they were the unfocused eyes of the dead.
In a state of pseudo-sleep, his consciousness had vanished.
For Yuna, it was the perfect opportunity. Yeoreum had been reduced to a mere plaything.
Overcome with delight, she couldn’t help but sit him on her lap and embrace him tightly.
She inhaled deeply from his neck and then bit his ear.
Without pausing to breathe, she kissed him again, her tongue vigorously stirring to mix their fluids as much as possible.
She had to get her fill before Yeoreum awoke from the hypnosis.
She groped, bit, and sucked all over his body…
Her heart raced like she was on a roller coaster, her body reaching climax repeatedly.
From behind the scene, which looked enough to impregnate someone by sight alone, the president discreetly switched the camcorder to record mode.
Yuna parted her lips.
“Chuup, chuup… Haah… Yeoreum, you look so cute with your flushed face… You’re not conscious, are you?”
“There’s no consciousness. The blush is just a physiological response.”
“If only that physiological response would hurry up and move lower…”
Though his consciousness had fled, sensations lingered.
In such a defenseless state, it was difficult to fend off the soft female body wrapped around him and the sweet scent of flesh.
As Yuna’s lecherous hands joined in, Yeoreum’s expressionless face melted into a dazed look.
“Joo-Yi senior… can you give commands like they do in the comics?”
“Probably.”
Looking into Yeoreum’s eyes, she commanded.
“Kiss me…”
Yeoreum tilted his body and complied with a peck—
“Not on the cheek, on the lips…”
The hypnotized body executed the command faithfully.
Though the action was mechanical, it was enough to satisfy Yuna’s dark desires.
“Call my name…”
“Yuna Yeon.”
“Without the surname…!”
“Yuna.”
“Tell me you love me…”
“I love you.”
“With my name…”
“Yuna, I love you.”
“Oh, oh…!”
She was moved to tears.
“Yeoreum, take off your clothes,” she commanded, quickly adding, “Quickly.”
Silently, Yeoreum swiftly removed his top.
“Geez, you don’t need to rush; I’m not running away or anything…”
Their touching skin seemed to spark with electricity.
Her lust surged uncontrollably. She wanted to devour him right then and there…
Just as she was about to pounce on Yeoreum like an animal, a question suddenly came to her mind.
“Joo-Yi senior… how long does this hypnosis last?”
“I don’t know!”
“What…?”
“I said I don’t know. He might never wake up~.”
…….
A chilling silence filled the room.
Her heated body cooled down rapidly.
“How do you undo the hypnosis…?”
“I don’t know that either.”
That day, Yuna hit her senior for the first time.
Yeoreum, trapped in hypnosis, found himself in a forest.
It was a strange forest unlike any he had ever seen.
Instead of trees, there stood tall lighting stands used in film production, tangled with thin, black lines.
On closer inspection, these lines were actually film strips.
The film-wrapped stands resembled trees; they were literally film trees.
What was this place?
Dense fog weaved through the film trees, creating a haunting yet dreamlike atmosphere.
He walked through the forest.
He pulled a film from one of the film trees and checked the screen; it was a grim black-and-white classic horror film.
He inspected films on other film trees. Each tree featured different films, all of them horror movies.
Some films were unheard of, and others were ones he had watched with Yuna Yeon.
“What is all this…”
These trees stretched out films instead of branches and bore stories instead of fruits.
The forest seemed endless, as if it had gathered every horror movie in the universe.
It was eerily bizarre.
Then he saw it.
In the distance, there was a projector, an antique that one might find in an old theater.
But it was enormous.
It was like a regular projector scaled up 10,000 times, almost as big as a two-story building.
This gigantic structure floated in the air.
A giant chicken leg supported the projector like a pillar.
It was an absurd sight.
What came to mind was Baba Yaga from Russian folklore, a witch with mysterious powers.
According to legend, Baba Yaga lives in a ‘chicken-legged hut’ in the forest—a literal hut with a giant chicken leg underneath.
He looked up at the giant projector mounted on a chicken leg.
Could that be Baba Yaga’s house…?
The chicken leg hopped closer, each jump making the ground thump heavily.
The leg bent to lower the projector. Up close, its size was overwhelming.
Suddenly, the lens part of the projector opened by itself. Beyond it, a corridor extended.
As if bewitched, Yeoreum walked into the projector.
“…Is anyone there?”
Inside, the projector was like a deep, dark cave.
As he ventured further, he came upon a space resembling a living room.
People sat around a round table, lit by dim candles.
There appeared to be about a dozen of them.
All were oddly dressed, donning witch hats and robes.
Their faces were shrouded in darkness, making them hard to see clearly, but it was evident they were all women.
Among them, he recognized a woman with silver hair from somewhere.
Who were these women?
What were they doing here?
“……”
The witch hats they wore were adorned with a familiar ‘W’ symbol.
Wes.
Only then did Yeoreum realize he had inadvertently stepped into a place he shouldn’t have.
He quickly turned to exit the projector.
Just before he could escape, the round door on the lens slammed shut, blocking the only exit.
Cold sweat broke out on him. Suddenly, a chilling fact popped into his mind.
…Baba Yaga eats children…
A shiver ran down his spine.
Slowly, he turned his head. The women who had been sitting at the round table were now standing and looking his way.
They approached, smacking their lips as if they had been waiting for this moment.
Their robes, which clung tightly to their bodies, highlighted their seductively swaying hips beneath the fabric.
As the women drew closer, they extended their pale hands. In that moment of fear, he tightly shut his eyes.
Then, overwhelming pain surged through him.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH───!!”
He screamed.
A searing pain shot from his head to his toes.
It felt like stepping into a bathtub filled with electric eels.
It was as if he was being electrocuted.
Indeed, Yeoreum was actually being electrocuted.
Wires connected to a car battery ended in clamps that were pinching his nipples.
A burning smell filled the air.
When he screamed again in a soprano tone, Yuna Yeon and the president cheered as if they were an audience moved by an opera.
“It’s working…!”
“The shock therapy worked!”
He hadn’t woken from the hypnosis, so they had resorted to electric shocks.
He was furious, but the pain was too intense for him to express his anger.
Besides the electrocution, there were other signs of pain on his body.
Bite marks as if sensitive areas had been nibbled provocatively adorned his white skin.
“What are these, these marks?”
“Well… maybe, mosquitoes bit you…?”
“Do these look like mosquito bites to you, Yuna Yeon?”
Moreover, his mouth felt strangely moist. And to add insult to injury, his underwear was…
He didn’t want to think about what had been done to him.
There was something more important now.
“I’ve finally figured it out.”
“What…?”
Yuna Yeon looked puzzled. Yeoreum rose from his seat.
“I finally know who they really are.”
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