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“Yes… I want to get pregnant… soon.”
Panting, Hyeonjun said it with what seemed like joy. A son who wanted to be impregnated by his own father—Hyeontae clicked his tongue inwardly, thinking how utterly shameless it was. “If that’s what you want… then I should cum deep inside you to raise the chances, right? You know the spot that feels good. Move your hips yourself.”
With that, he let go of the hand gripping Hyeonjun’s waist. Told to move on his own, Hyeonjun cautiously grabbed Hyeontae’s shoulders. He couldn’t forget the sensation of that pleasurable spot—the arousal from the tentacle’s aphrodisiac aside, he was growing addicted to the sheer joy of orgasm during sex. To relive that electrifying feeling, Hyeonjun began rocking his slender hips up and down, moving himself.
“Ahh, honey…! It feels so good here…! Haah…!”
His clumsy movements grew smoother. As if he’d found the exact spot, he writhed desperately to hit it again. Not just up and down—he ground his body forward and back, and Hyeontae genuinely admired the sight. Contrary to first impressions, he seemed to have quite the lewd streak. Moaning like he was losing his mind, clenching tight without stopping, Hyeontae nearly came right then. The way he kept calling him honey without fail, so eager to sate his own desires, was more than enough to stoke Hyeontae’s lust.
“Like that? Mmm, does it feel good?”
Asking if it felt good, Hyeontae halted Hyeonjun’s self-driven movements. He’d intended to do it just once and finish, but he could already tell that wouldn’t happen. In the end, Hyeontae ravaged him over and over until Hyeonjun’s insides were brimming with cum.
***
After that, Hyeontae continued to take Hyeonjun regularly. Father and son became a pair who aligned their bodies every evening, no matter where in the house—living room, bedroom, bathroom, even the kitchen. Hyeontae outright suggested that Hyeonjun go naked at home. So when Hyeonjun came back from school, he naturally took off his clothes as soon as he walked in, neatly folding them by the entrance. Wandering around nude, he spread his legs the moment Hyeontae wanted him. Obeying commands diligently, his hypnosis growing more entrenched by the day, Hyeontae marveled at his own success.
“Hyeonjun, Daddy prepared a gift for you today.”
Hyeonjun, naked on the sofa in the living room watching TV, turned to look at Hyeontae. “A gift?”
Just a few days ago, he’d received a pet as a gift. Wondering what it could be this time, his expression was puzzled. What Hyeontae showed him was something rose-shaped—quite sleek in design. It resembled an earring, but the shape was slightly different. Unable to tell what it was for, Hyeonjun took it and examined it from all angles. Hyeontae spoke as he sterilized the pin:
“Want to try it?”
“What even is this…?”
“A piercing.”
Hyeontae briefly wiped the pin with disinfectant, then, still looking confused, ran a hand over Hyeonjun’s chest. “It’ll only hurt for a second. Just endure it a little.”
After spreading his chest, Hyeontae pierced the nipple directly. Hyeonjun’s eyes widened—he hadn’t expected a nipple piercing, not somewhere as common as the ear. But the shock was brief; his face twisted in pain. Hyeontae swiftly pierced the other side too. The bright red rose-shaped piercings now stood out against Hyeonjun’s pale skin, making his chest look even more prominent from afar. Hyeontae praised him briefly:
“They suit you. How are they? Do you like them?”
“They… hurt a little.”
“It’s fine, nipples heal fast. They look good on you, don’t they? Keep them in.”
Unaccustomed to praise, Hyeonjun blushed slightly and nodded. This suggestion would surely make him wear the nipple piercings even to school. Step by step, Hyeontae was adding more hypnotic suggestions. In truth, these weren’t ordinary piercings—worn long-term, they stimulated lactation in men or women. If the hypnosis took hold and he kept them in, Hyeonjun would soon start leaking milk. Whether he’d panic or delight in feeling “pregnant” was anyone’s guess. Either way, Hyeontae thought Hyeonjun was perfect for testing the company’s new products.
Finishing the gift-giving, Hyeontae changed the TV channel. There was something he always did at this hour. He turned to the company channel—a porn site run by his adult toy company, offering a variety of content for “research.” Employees had unrestricted access to porn and toys for development, and Hyeontae repurposed it for his private pleasure with Hyeonjun.
“Honey…”
As the channel changed, Hyeonjun, watching the screen, called out to Hyeontae, flushed. It was a well-built adult man—just like him—being roughly fucked by another muscular man in the porn. The man on screen writhed and moaned in ecstasy. The sight aroused Hyeonjun so much that honey slipped out.
Indeed, conditioning him to call him honey when aroused was convenient, Hyeontae thought, patting his own lap. Hyeonjun climbed onto him obediently. Since he needed to keep watching TV, Hyeonjun straddled him backward, legs spread. Lowering himself onto the cock was now second nature. As if flaunting the penetration to the TV, Hyeontae spread Hyeonjun’s legs into an M-shape and thrust slowly.
“Ah… nnh, honey…”
The slow pace made him whimper, calling for Hyeontae as he panted. Legs splayed, his penetrated hole fully exposed, he stroked his own cock. Watching porn while fucking like this was one of their new routines. When the porn showed rough movements, Hyeontae matched it. But if it was oral or gentle, he adjusted his thrusts accordingly. In this position, he couldn’t move freely, so Hyeonjun could only call for Hyeontae, urging him on. He stroked himself, even fondling his balls, breath ragged. Hyeontae always left him desperate. Now, even without the tentacle’s aphrodisiac, his body craved pleasure instinctively.
“That’s right, don’t beg. How do you want it?”
“Fuck me, fuck me with your cock, honey, please…”
“Just fucking is enough for you?”
Hyeontae quickened his pace but deliberately missed his prostate, asking. Hyeonjun shook his head, pleading:
“Ah! Nngh, ah! Not there…! More, the front, ah…!”
As if to say not there, he squirmed, trying to angle himself to hit the right spot. Hyeontae slowly teased the pierced nipples with his fingers, savoring Hyeonjun’s desperation. Compared to the glaring boy he’d first met, this was adorably lewd.
“Fine, I’ll give you what you want.”
Hyeontae grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. The noisy moans and panting cut off abruptly. Hyeonjun knew exactly what that meant. Expectant, he murmured softly:
“Please… honey.”
***
Hyeontae woke his naked, sleeping son. He’d vaguely heard Hyeonjun mention a morning class. So as he got ready for work, he roused Hyeonjun beside him. Half-asleep, Hyeonjun sat at the table naked, picking at his food. He looked like an ordinary college student—except for the nipple piercings on full display as he ate. Hardly “ordinary” anymore.
“Hurry and get dressed. Daddy’ll drive you today.”
“Yes.”
Hyeontae guessed he’d never had a parent drop him off before. As Hyeonjun put on his clothes, the fabric brushing the piercings made him visibly flinch. The wounds were still fresh. Soon, his chest would leak milk, and the sensitivity would skyrocket. Imagining the scene, Hyeontae dressed impeccably as always—a sharp suit, befitting his high rank. Even Hyeonjun had admitted on first meeting that he was the kind of man his mother would approve of.
“You’re here now? Got it. We’re coming down.”
Hyeontae took a call while riding the elevator down. A car waited outside the apartment—expensive, the kind that drew envy. Hyeontae opened the door for Hyeonjun:
“Get in.”
He obeyed, climbing into the backseat of the chauffeur-driven car. The middle-aged driver, gloved, greeted Hyeontae:
“Good morning, sir.”
“Morning. Did you eat?”
“Yes, I grabbed something quick.”
Had he always commuted like this? Hyeonjun surveyed the car’s interior—minimalist, almost bare, save for a red lotus-shaped bottle of what looked like air freshener. The same cloying mix of perfume and smoke lingered. He’d never seen Hyeontae smoke, yet the scent was always there. Another oddity: the windows were heavily tinted, like a kidnapping van from a movie. The backseat was spacious enough that Hyeonjun sat far from Hyeontae.
“He’s on guard.”
Noticing Hyeonjun’s wariness outside the hypnosis-saturated home, Hyeontae smirked inwardly. Unfortunately for him, the car was an extension of that environment. Five minutes in, Hyeonjun’s gaze grew hazy. Hyeontae pulled him close, stripping him as he spoke to the driver:
“Ah, let me introduce you. This is my son.”
“Your son, sir? Ah, so this is the one you recently—”
“Yes. What do you think? Cute, isn’t he?”
“Very. Your wife must be quite the beauty.”
“That she is.”
It sounded like normal conversation. But Hyeontae was undressing Hyeonjun—down to just a shirt, his lower half exposed. Lifting him onto his lap, legs forced wide, last night’s fucking was evident: bite marks on his inner thighs, a swollen, used hole reflected in the front mirror. The driver kept driving, unfazed.
“Seems you’ve finished his career counseling, sir.”
“You could say that.”
Suddenly mentioning career counseling, the driver’s words made Hyeontae nod. Exposed in the car, in front of the driver, Hyeonjun panicked, calling out:
“Ah… Dad?”
Still calling me Dad—so he’s not aroused yet. Hyeontae wondered how long that would last, slipping a hand to stroke his cock gently.
“Hmm, Hyeonjun? Something to say?”
“Ah! N-no, that, um… we’re in a car…”
“And?”
“You can’t do this here…”
“Do what?”
“Sex…”
At the word sex, Hyeontae couldn’t stifle a laugh, though his hand kept moving—long fingers teasing Hyeonjun relentlessly.
“What are you talking about? Sex? Daddy’s just letting our Hyeonjun jerk off. Unless… you’ve been craving sex since morning?”
In the mirror, Hyeonjun’s face burned with shame. Speechless, he could only bite back his sounds.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
