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“Hngh…! Ah, please—come inside me! Ahh, please come inside…!”
The voice begging to be filled was laced with sobs. Hyeontae, having lifted Hyeonjun’s body, thrust deep as if giving one final, relentless spurt, pinning him down so he couldn’t move. The sheer intensity of pleasure, unbearable without the hypnosis, left Hyeonjun gasping as if on the verge of fainting. The moment Hyeontae released inside him, a wave of relief washed over him. Hyeonjun’s body jerked in spasms as he came in Hyeontae’s hand. No semen splattered the sofa, but the damp stain from his own leakage seeped into the fabric where he’d been pressed down. The mark was unmistakable—yet Hyeonjun was too exhausted to care about such trivial traces. His entire body went limp, collapsing into Hyeontae’s arms. With every ragged breath, he felt the weight inside him. Only then did the reality sink in: he’d just had sex with his soon-to-be stepfather in their home, naked, and even came all over his hand. He lacked the strength to deny it. His mind was hazy. As Hyeontae pulled out, he felt the semen dripping from him and instinctively clenched. The burning, aching sensation lingered, oddly tinged with afterglow.
Unbeknownst to him, his body had eagerly embraced the long-overdue pleasure. Hyeontae wiped the semen from his hand and remarked,
“Our Hyeonjun… has talent, huh? Coming this much while fucking with Daddy. Not just anyone can take it like a bottom.”
He framed it as natural aptitude—an artificial response cultivated through repeated conditioning and training. Hyeonjun, unable to trust even his own body, stared back blankly. Hyeontae delivered the final blow:
“You’d better wash up and get dressed before your mother gets home.”
At those words, Hyeonjun stumbled off the sofa. Semen trickled down his inner thighs with every step, a ticklish yet chilling sensation. In the shower, under the scalding water, he closed his eyes.
***
Yu-jin noticed nothing amiss in the house’s strange atmosphere. She’d returned late from work, eaten out, and treated Hyeontae and Hyeonjun no differently than before—like housemates, not a new family. Nothing had changed… except the relationship between Hyeontae and Hyeonjun. Even without hypnosis, they now sought each other out at every opportunity, fucking inside and outside the house. Hyeontae no longer demanded Hyeonjun call him “honey” or insisted on pregnancy—just that, in the throes of passion, Hyeonjun would occasionally cry out or beg to be filled inside.
As if to jog his memory, Hyeontae revisited every place they’d had sex before: the bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, even the car. Hyeonjun found these spaces eerily familiar yet surrendered to the primal pleasure, his resistance crumbling. What began as blackmail over the anal masturbation incident had morphed into something indistinguishable from routine—raw, sticky interludes between school and Yu-jin’s return.
The strangest part? The man he’d once loathed now stirred less revulsion with each encounter. He didn’t want to consent to this twisted relationship, yet hatred faded a little more each time. He could barely recall why he’d despised Hyeontae in the first place. Around him, Hyeonjun was naked more often than clothed, acting on instinct rather than reason, words spilling out unfiltered.
Hyeonjun was spiraling fast.
***
A week before finals, Hyeonjun stayed up late under the pretense of studying. Focus eluded him—he’d missed his usual “session” with Hyeontae earlier, since Yu-jin had come home early. Might as well jerk off and start fresh, he thought, planning to pull an all-nighter. One exam down; he’d sleep after.
Sitting at his desk, spinning a pen, regret gnawed at him. Last time, in a fit of rage, he’d impulsively thrown away his recorder. Now he missed it. His ass twitched with restless need.
Maybe water would calm him. He stepped into the hallway. Hyeontae was watching TV; Yu-jin’s door was shut—likely asleep. Alone with Hyeontae, his pulse raced.
Should I ask for sex?
This is insane, he thought, sipping water.
What if I lock myself in the bathroom?
Also insane. He gulped more water.
I want sex.
A single missed day left him unmoored. He should’ve been studying, but his hand reached for another glass. Stealing glances at Hyeontae—sprawled on the sofa, chin propped, eyes glued to the screen—he wondered: Is he ignoring me on purpose, or just indifferent?
Maybe he’s worried about Yu-jin hearing us?
But hadn’t Hyeontae once made him suck his cock with only a door between them and Yu-jin? The memory sent a shiver down his spine. His hands trembled. It was all Hyeontae’s doing—hypnotizing him into craving sex, then fucking him even after lifting the trance. Hyeonjun left his glass in the sink and approached the sofa. Hyeontae turned his head, eyes questioning: Why are you here?
“…”
Words failed him. Asking for sex felt like stepping off a cliff—no turning back. Yet he couldn’t stop himself.
“S-Sex…”
Hyeontae frowned at the mumbled whisper. Pretending not to hear, he prompted Hyeonjun to speak louder, voice shaking:
“I—I want sex… Daddy.”
This time, it was clear. Hyeontae kept his gaze fixed on Hyeonjun as he lowered the TV volume slightly.
“Hmm… I thought you had an exam tomorrow.”
A rejection? Ridiculous. Not because they were father and son, or because Yu-jin was asleep—because of an exam.
“I-I’m pulling an all-nighter…”
Having come this far, backing down was impossible. Hyeonjun’s ears burned crimson. He’d never imagined he’d beg for it first. The shame cut deeper than being stripped naked.
“Still got the stamina of a 20-year-old, huh. I’ve got work tomorrow, but… fine. Convince me you’re worth my time. Then I’ll consider it.”
Yu-jin’s presence didn’t factor in. Hyeonjun fumbled with his clothes right there, peeling off the X-shaped bandages over his nipples—sore from constant leakage. The pink buds, stiff from the removal, exposed to the air, he pinched them, mimicking some porn pose he’d seen. Hyeontae watched, unblinking, waiting for more.
How far will he push me?
Stepfather or not, he never imagined they’d cross this line. A son seducing his mother’s husband was anything but normal. Yet he couldn’t stop, arching his body in invitation, desire overriding reason.
“Hyeonjun, is that all you’ve got?”
Hyeontae yawned, unimpressed. Desperate, Hyeonjun recalled their first time—when he’d sucked Hyeontae’s cock. He opened the fridge, grabbing the thickest carrot. Then he rifled through the baseball jacket draped over a kitchen chair, finding a condom wrapper—leftovers from their last outdoor fuck.
Tearing it open, he rolled the condom onto the carrot and licked it thoroughly. Once slick, he turned to face Hyeontae, spreading his cheeks to expose himself. The carrot’s tip pressed against him; the cold sent a shiver up his spine. Pushing gently, he felt it slide in. Too impatient to stand, he dropped to all fours on the kitchen floor, fully visible from the living room—and the bedroom, if the door opened.
If Yu-jin walked in, she’d see her son impaled on a carrot. The thought horrified and thrilled him. He just wanted to recreate that first time. The difference? If this worked, he’d end up fucking Hyeontae in the house they shared with his mother. The carrot sank halfway; his cock twitched erect. Hyeontae observed with detached curiosity as Hyeonjun worked himself.
“Nngh… ah, haah, ah—!”
Fully seated, the carrot was cold, hard. Hyeonjun pumped his hips, chasing friction. He wanted to slam it deeper but lacked the technique—this wasn’t made for fucking. Gripping the base, he thrust it in and out with his palm.
“Ah… ugh, nn—”
The stimulation was weak, but he dared not moan too loud. Slow, shuddering breaths; each movement sent jolts of pleasure through his lower belly, waves crashing in monotonous rhythm.
Not enough. He glanced at Hyeontae, still lounging, chin in hand, watching his stepson fuck himself with a vegetable. Had he failed to arouse him? Lowering his hips, he lifted his ass higher, ensuring the carrot was fully visible.
“Ah… Daddy…”
A pleading whimper. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his flushed cheeks. His light brown hair clung damply to his skin. Only when Hyeonjun called out did Hyeontae rise, moving silently toward him, muting the TV again.
“Our Hyeonjun… why’d you call for Daddy?”
“Ngh—Daddy… I can’t take it, please…”
“Please what? How do you ask properly?”
“F-Fuck me… shove your cock in my ass… please…”
“Good boy. But something’s already in there, isn’t it? Better take it out. Need to inspect that hole.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
