episode_0012

-Ddarrung

“Ugh….”

-Ddarrung

I woke up with a frown, disturbed by the loud noise ringing in my ears.

The source of the sound was right in front of me.

An old-fashioned intercom.

Its faded color indicated its age.

-Ddarrung

I stared blankly at the intercom.

“Ah…!”

It dawned on me that I was currently in a motel.

Reaching out, I picked up the receiver.

“Hel… Ugh… Hello?”

As I spoke, a hard lump formed in my throat.

It was a pain similar to when I felt numb.

“It’s time. Will you be changing to an overnight stay?”

The motel lady’s gruff voice crackled through the receiver.

I checked the clock hanging on the wall.

5:05 PM.

I remembered being told to leave by 5 o’clock before coming up to the room.

Leaving right now seemed unreasonable.

“Yes, I’ll change.”

After hearing about settling the additional fee upon leaving, I hung up the receiver.

I stared at the wall in silence, feeling dazed.

My mind was foggy.

Why can’t I seem to pull myself together?

I feel weak all over.

I’m exhausted as if I’ve just returned from the gym after a personal training session for the first time.

As I absentmindedly blinked my eyes, trying to focus, my foggy mind gradually cleared, and memories flooded back like waves.

“Suck it.”

The director looked down at me with narrow eyes.

With a merciless grip, he forced his substantial member down my throat, exposing his true colors.

I experienced forced fellatio, or rather irrumatio.

The dull ache in my throat is a result of that.

As I regained my senses, my sensations began to awaken one by one.

And I could now grasp my current situation.

“….!!”

I am embraced by the director.

He gently snuggles against my waist from behind, his nose lightly grazing my neck.

His body fits snugly against mine, like a doll in his arms.

I feel something warm between my buttocks.

Although I don’t turn around to check, considering the position and sensation, I immediately know what it is.

The director’s member is nestled between my buttocks.

My hips, sculpted through rigorous squats for a perfect fit, now serve as a cushion for his member.

…In this moment, we truly resemble lovers.

Even though our fake relationship was created using hypnosis, I am delighted to experience what I had dreamed of.

Without hypnosis, I wouldn’t have been able to have sex with the director.

“Wait….”

Did we have sex?

I slowly rewind my memory.

I remember being taken advantage of orally and lying down on the bed to rest.

After that… well, after that…

I fell asleep.

“———!!”

I suppress the scream trying to burst out.

You fool!

Hyu Jin, you idiot!

Is it reasonable to fall asleep just before consummation?

The atmosphere isn’t right to continue now, and I don’t feel up to it due to my lethargy. Also, I feel guilty waking the peacefully sleeping director.

There’s the option of arousing the director’s member and pleasuring myself alone.

But ideally, I want our first experience to be face-to-face.

“Ugh…. Is this for real….”

I gingerly move away from the director’s embrace.

I need to take a shower.

Though I wanted to stay in his arms, I felt too uncomfortable.

“Wow….”

I glance at the director’s flaccid member that was just lodged between my buttocks.

It looks pitifully deflated.

Yet, visually, it seems larger than most I’ve seen in adult videos.

To think that entered my throat….

Gulp.

Just looking at it makes my mouth water.

The pungent and tangy scent of sweat emanating from the member feels oddly addictive, like nibbling on a tangy cheese.

It’s unpleasant, yet strangely satisfying.

Next time, I should savor it slowly.

“Come to think of it, I didn’t even get to taste the semen properly.”

There was no chance to taste it.

Half of it went straight into my stomach through my throat, and the other half regurgitated as I pulled out his member, causing me to vomit it all out.

I glanced at the floor.

The precum I had been dribbling was halfway dried, with dried semen sticking around it.

“…What a waste.”

Should I lick that up at least?

After a brief moment of contemplation, I shook my head.

I’m not that insane of a pervert.

Well, if the director asked me to lick it up, I’d do it like a dog.

I wiped the floor roughly with a tissue and headed to the bathroom.

I took off my panties.

The precum was still moist, making it sticky.

“Ugh… This is serious.”

It was wrong to put them back on.

I could wear them, but it’s better to go commando than deal with the discomfort.

Still, I kind of want to try it.

Wearing panties soaked with the director’s semen for a day.

If it’s that kind of discomfort, I think I can endure it with a happy heart.

I stripped off all my clothes and took a shower.

Rinsing off the sweat with hot water, I relaxed my tense body.

“Sigh…”

I recalled the earlier incident.

The director rudely fondling a woman’s intimate area.

Not content with just touching, he grabbed and shook it vigorously.

As expected.

He acts like a gentle puppy on the surface, but his essence is that of a vile wolf.

In the past, such a man would have been repulsive. No, even now, such a man is repulsive.

It’s good because he’s the director.

Having a crush on the director, I gaslight myself with various delusions, finding everything about him adorable.

“His gaze was so damn sexy…”

Thinking back to the gaze he gave me, my body trembled.

If we officially date, will I get to see that gaze every day?

A look reserved only for a girlfriend.

I find it romantic.

It was while I was washing off with foam.

Suddenly, one thing made me curious.

Will the hypnotic state persist even after sleeping and waking up?

A shiver ran down my spine.

I urgently started rinsing off the foam.

I had a gut feeling that the hypnosis might wear off.

I dried my body and roughly blow-dried my hair.

Leaving the hair slightly damp could cause inflammation on the scalp, but now is not the time to think about that.

I must erase any traces before the director wakes up and make a run for it.

While the hypnosis might linger, if it doesn’t, there’s no way to explain the situation in the motel.

First and foremost, I got dressed.

Tying up my hair, I cleaned up the scene of rough intimacy between a man and a woman.

I wiped hastily before showering, but tissues were not enough.

I wiped the floor with the motel towel.

I couldn’t do much about the stains on the bedsheet.

“Next is…”

I looked at the director.

He had a T-shirt on top, but he was completely naked below.

It’s strange to get up in that state.

I picked up the director’s pants lying on the floor.

His underwear was inside the pants.

I glanced at the underwear for a moment and brought it close to my nose.

“Snniff… Ahh… ♡”

I want to take it.

It exuded a strong masculine scent.

Whenever I read articles about panty thieves, I never understood why they stole them, but now I’m starting to get it.

“No, I shouldn’t, I can’t.”

Getting up in a motel alone would be embarrassing enough, let alone without panties.

And he would ask me.

Why am I in a motel, and why no panties?

I could come up with excuses for the former, but there’s no way to explain away the latter.

So, with tears in my eyes, I gave up.

I struggled as I put the panties on the sleeping director.

I slid one leg in at a time, slowly pulling them up.

Past the knees, up the thighs.

And then, I paused in front of the crotch.

“….”

I saw his flaccid penis.

It’s a shame to leave it like this.

I took out my phone from the pocket of my top.

I turned on the phone camera and switched to selfie mode.

Let’s take a commemorative picture to mark the first encounter with a penis.

I brought my face close to the penis.

I aligned it with the phone screen.

-Click

I took a picture.

I’m not good at taking photos, so it was blurry and not very flattering.

Nevertheless, I am content knowing that I can see Director’s penis in my phone album whenever I want, rather than just imagining it.

“I’ll definitely let you meet my vagina next time.”

After bidding farewell to the penis, I kissed its tip.

“…What are you doing?”

Frozen with lips pressed against the partially covered glans.

A sensation of fur rustling.

I moved only my eyes upward.

Director, who had been sleeping soundly just moments ago, was now looking at me with eyes that clearly didn’t comprehend English.

…This is a disaster.

Judging by the look in his eyes, the hypnosis had worn off.

In the worst possible scenario, Director opened his eyes.

“T-That’s…”

Like a criminal caught red-handed while trying to clean up a crime scene, I couldn’t say a word.

“Yujin, why are you taking off my panties?”

“Uh… I’m… not taking them off, I’m putting them on.”

“And…”

“…”

“Why are you kissing down there?”

How do I explain that I was saying goodbye to the penis for our next meeting?

My mind went blank like a sheet of paper.

I want to faint.