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Upon returning home, he took out a tissue hidden in his windbreaker pocket.

The tissue stained with my worthless secretions, devoid of any lubricating properties, was tossed into the trash can. Instead, he brought the tissue imbued with the director’s essence up to his nose.

*Sniff, sniff…*

He smelled it, his nose twitching.

“Tsk….”

The scent that had made his lower abdomen churn before now felt faint and barely noticeable.

There was no initial awe upon smelling it.

Disappointing.

He had hoped to enjoy it once more upon his return.

What are our Korean scholars even doing?

They don’t make tissues that can preserve scents for longer.

He disposed of the tissue that could no longer be used for its intended purpose and lay down on the bed.

As he moved his hand towards his groin, he stopped.

He spent most of his time at home collecting adult doujinshi, watching adult videos, or engaging in self-pleasure.

But he didn’t feel like doing any of that now.

Although he had been excited just moments ago, his heart cooled off because the precious essence scent had vanished.

His vagina felt desolate.

“Ugh….”

While the valuable merchandise was rendered unusable, it wasn’t a total loss.

Today’s events further solidified his belief.

If he set his mind to it, he could control the director at any time.

Hypnosis is amazing!

Comics are just comics.

I never thought such a thing would be possible in reality.

Initially, I tried it with the mentality of “nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

I didn’t want to resort to such methods either.

“…It’s all the director’s fault.”

Yes, it’s all because of the director.

If they had understood my feelings, I wouldn’t have entertained thoughts of indulging in frivolous hypnosis-like tactics.

Truly dull-witted.

I acknowledge that I have issues with expressing my feelings honestly, but I believe the director’s problem of completely ignoring my subtle affections is greater.

Yet, I get along well with the fox-like CEO.

“We even engage in physical contact naturally.”

This is the first time I’ve shown romantic interest in a man.

Confessions from men make me nauseous.

Not long ago, a male model I did a magazine shoot with confessed his desire to date me.

Meeting someone who constantly tries to get my number out of boredom also disgusts me.

I have rejected them all each time.

Regardless of whether I like them or not, I remain indifferent to such advances.

The director is the one who stirred up female emotions within me.

There was no particular trigger.

After working together for nearly three years, interest naturally developed, which turned into affection, and at some point, that affection blossomed into love.

It’s said that it’s difficult to rationalize love.

Because it’s an emotion closer to instinct than reason.

Still, if I had to choose one reason, would it be how he treats me normally?

Others treat me as someone special based solely on my appearance.

They try to cozy up to me by any means necessary.

But the director doesn’t do any of that.

The way he looks at me is the same as how he looks at other models.

“Even his attitude is the same….”

But now, that’s what bothers me.

I wish he would treat me specially.

I, a woman, didn’t understand the saying that all women want to become princesses, but now I do.

“What if I confess first from this side?”

If I confess and we start dating, we could engage in naughty activities every day.

Since the director also enjoys such things.

Discovering the director’s preferences was truly coincidental.

When I turned twenty, celebrating my transition into adulthood, I happened to overhear a discreet conversation between the director and fellow staff members at my first company dinner.

It was about a Japanese doujinshi author.

They were passionately discussing that author, which prompted me to search for them on Google as soon as I got home.

That search led me to a whole new world.

To me, whose knowledge of sex was limited to what I learned in middle school health education, it was shocking.

A doujinshi author who argued that a woman’s happiness is violated by men.

Identifying myself as a meticulous writer, the web novel I have published so far was a hardcore fan fiction that could make one’s stomach churn.

To think the director enjoys such things…

It was shocking back then.

I never thought I would fall into something like that.

“The problem is…”

Even if the director likes risqué things, it’s uncertain whether they would like me.

Even if I confess first, will our relationship definitely progress to a couple?

I can’t be sure.

He may be a frustrated man who can’t have me, but the director is not inside that truck.

The director doesn’t seem to see me as a woman in particular.

How many months have I been pondering over this…?

That’s why, after going around in circles, I end up reaching out for hypnosis.

“Ah, I don’t know.”

I ruffled my hair and tossed and turned.

Anyway, I will use this ability to completely seduce the director. No, I mean, to be completely seduced by him.

***

Stretching my arms upward, I yawned.

“Ahh…!”

Is there anything as refreshing as stretching after finishing work?

The photo editing task is also done.

I sent the edited photos to the boss’s email and took off the glasses I was wearing.

My eyes are heavy.

Working overnight really takes a toll on you.

Leaning back in my chair, I checked the time on my computer.

“Phew… Just made it in time.”

I barely made the deadline.

I’ve never cut it this close even during my college days.

There was definitely enough time.

It wasn’t like my schedule was busy either.

Yet it took this long because I couldn’t focus on the task at hand.

I gaze at Heo Yujin on the screen.

A dark-haired beauty who fits the description of a charming girl.

She pretended to sleep while saying, “Yujin, even your butt hole is pretty, right?” and playfully nudged me with her hip.

This isn’t fiction.

It really happened.

Not only that, we did things beyond imagination.

Can you concentrate on work after seeing something so vividly etched in your mind?

Even after several days, it still comes back so vividly.

– Tick tock

Just as I slouched in relief after finishing work, my phone alarm went off.

It was a text from the boss.

“I’ve checked the email. Want to grab lunch together?”

I hesitated for a moment.

Between a bath and food, which should I choose?

Right now, it’s definitely a bath.

Being awake for over 24 hours, I’m on the verge of passing out.

“I’m too tired, let’s do it another time.”

“Well, can’t be helped then. Maybe next time.”

If it was just meeting in front of my house, I would have gone.

But to meet the boss, I’d have to drive out.

I’d have to go at least to the studio.

That’s too much trouble.

It’s far to go and far to come back.

And driving in my current state guarantees falling asleep at the wheel.

“I should have a piece of bread and then sleep.”

As I was about to shut down the computer and get up from my seat…

– Tick tock

Another message came in.

Assuming it was from the boss, I checked the notification.

But it was from someone else.

“Do you have time?”

It was from Heo Yujin.

I blinked at my phone for a moment.

Externally, it’s the first time Heo Yujin has sent me a text.

“Whoa, calm down.”

My lower body reacted restlessly just at the mention of Heo Yujin’s name.

Reacting as if it had already learned from the two previous experiences.

I calmed my lower body and replied.

“I was about to finish work and sleep. What’s up?”

“I have time.”

Is it really happening?

“Let’s have lunch. My treat.”

Tapping my chin with my thumb, I pondered.

I’m sleepy, I’m hungry.

Sleep.

Food.

However, a more compelling option emerged.

Desire.

I’m certain.

If we meet, Heo Yujin will surely hypnotize me again, and I’ll have an enjoyable experience.

“Ahh…!”

Struggling with my decision, my lower body points to the answer.

To be honest, I want to.

Pretend to be under hypnosis, and I’m curious about what awaits me this time.

Deceiving Hyujin weighs on my conscience, but since we both enjoy it, isn’t it a win-win situation?

“I don’t have to go far….”

I reply, rationalizing reasons to meet Hyujin for a meal.

[Sure, where should we meet?]

[Come down to the first floor.]

I chuckled upon reading Hyujin’s message and headed towards the living room.

A woman was sitting on a flower bed at the building entrance, radiating a distinct aura even from afar.

Passersby glanced at her discreetly, not out of amusement or curiosity, but due to her idol-like beauty.

The woman, engrossed in her phone on the flower bed, looked up and our eyes met.

“Oops.”

Our gazes locked.

Hyujin seemed to spot me looking down at her and gestured for me to come down.

[Haven’t showered?]

[It’s fine without it.]

But still, there are basic human standards.

[Don’t shower, just come out. I’ll give you 10 seconds.]

[How can I get ready in 10 seconds?]

[10]

[Got it. I’ll be out as fast as I can.]

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, changed clothes, swapping pajamas for sweatpants.

“No, not this.”

Sweatpants were too revealing.

I switched to jeans, hastily putting on visible items and dabbing cologne all over.

I’ve been using a cologne from Jean-Baptiste for years, a gift long ago, as I’m not one to wear cologne often.

Finally, I put on a hat and stepped outside.

“Sorry for the wait.”

Outside, Hyujin sat with crossed legs, wearing a somewhat stern expression, which I knew was just her usual look.

“Let’s go.”

Hyujin stood up and joined me by my side.

“You put on cologne?”

“Yeah, is the scent bad?”

Hyujin grimaced as if displeased.

Did I put on too much?

Even if I did, it’s one of the most neutral men’s colognes.

“…Let’s go quickly.”

Hyujin briskly turned her head and led the way.

“Is it really that bad?”

I sniffed my own scent lingering on my body.