- Collapse
Exams were the last thing on Hyeonjun’s mind now that he’d been broken in. He didn’t even remember how he’d taken them. Returning home, he stripped off his clothes as usual and left them crumpled by the entrance.
Three weeks later, and this was his “normal” again.
“Want to throw a party when break starts? Invite your friends over?”
“…Yeah.”
Hyeonjun answered Hyeontae’s question while feeding the slime in the living room. His expression wasn’t the dull, hazy one from when he was under hypnosis—it was his usual self, smiling brightly. But his lips were slightly parted, flushed, as he accepted the slime’s attention. He’d decided to stop overthinking.
There was no point in resisting Hyeontae’s words. He’d learned that obeying was easier.
“You look happy, Hyeonjun.”
“Mmm… yeah…”
The slime latched onto both his nipples, greedily sucking the milk into its translucent body. Hyeonjun genuinely seemed to enjoy it all, grinning as he nodded in agreement.
“Should share the fun with your friends too.”
Corrupting the remaining two wouldn’t take long. Hyeontae had been too busy breaking Hyeonjun—and the others had their own school lives—to summon them sooner. But now, with the semester ending, it was time to finish their brainwashing. As if to make the “let’s have a party” suggestion real, Hyeontae first had Hyeonjun call Seungjun to check his schedule.
“Hello?”
A familiar voice answered. It was Seungjun. Hyeonjun suppressed a moan as he spoke.
“Hey, Seungjun, it’s Hyeonjun.”
“Oh, what’s up?”
“Uh… just checking if you’re done with finals?”
“Ah, I’ve got one more test today, then I’m free. Why? Did I miss a message? I didn’t see anything on Kakao.”
“Oh… n-no, just… if you’re done, I thought we could hang out…”
“Where?”
Hyeonjun’s voice trembled. He’d only called because Hyeontae told him to. When asked where, he glanced up at Hyeontae, who merely shrugged—figure it out yourself.
“Uh… my place is fine… or my dad—uh, Hyeontae—mentioned camping…”
“Seriously? Damn, your stepdad’s cool. You used to hate being at home back in high school. Sure, let’s talk later.”
“W-Wait! Are you busy after finals? We—uh, we could have a finals celebration party at my place?”
“Huh? Nah, I was just gonna crash after studying all night. No plans.”
“Oh, then… you could come over after you wake up? Hyeontae said it’s okay to bring friends over during break…”
“Mmm… sure, I’ll call you back when I’m up.”
Seungjun was probably still at school—Hyeonjun could hear faint noise in the background. Barely managing to get Seungjun to agree, he looked at Hyeontae, seeking praise.
“Our Hyeonjun’s improving. So you want to throw a finals party, huh?”
Hyeontae stroked his chin affectionately. Hyeonjun had reached the point of inviting his friends—sober—to a sex party. The hypnosis incense had been off for a while. Everything was voluntary now.
It wasn’t until evening that Seungjun called back. Hyeonjun casually repeated the address—somewhere Seungjun had been dragged to countless times under hypnosis, though his sober memory of it was likely fuzzy. Adding an eager “Hurry up!” before hanging up, Hyeonjun ended the call.
Hearing the conversation, Hyeontae lit the hypnosis incense. Now, the target was Seungjun. With Hyeonjun proving he could be broken even while fully conscious, there was no reason to delay.
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it.”
Hyeontae opened the door—not Hyeonjun. The moment it swung open, Seungjun’s eyes glazed over at the familiar scent of the incense. His friend stood before him, naked, nipples pierced anew, a red collar around his neck.
Seungjun stripped as trained, kicking off his shoes and socks before stepping inside. The words that left his mouth weren’t human.
“Ugh… kngh… uuuh…”
Crawling into the living room, he flopped onto the floor, panting. Hyeontae pressed a button, powering on the long-neglected robot dog. The moment it activated, the mechanical beast rose and sought its bitch.
“Kngh… uuuh… uuuhh—!”
It had been nearly a month since Seungjun’s last session—Hyeontae had been too busy with Hyeonjun. Now, as the robot’s cock plunged into him, Seungjun whimpered in pleasure, grinding against the floor. He’d always been the type to sprawl in the middle of the living room, heaving as he fucked the dog. Even after a month, his conditioning held—no sign of resistance. Approvingly, Hyeontae petted his head and ears before dropping the question:
“Seungjun, how many times have you had sex?”
“Kyuu… uh… hngh…?”
He tilted his head, confused, as if he didn’t understand. Hyeontae repeated the question, firm and clear—time to wake up.
“How many times? You were told you’d turn human again after exactly 100 sessions with the dog.”
“Kuh… uuuh… uuuhh…”
Seungjun seemed to count, his voice fading. He couldn’t remember. He’d just crawled in and spread his ass like always.
The fear of never becoming human again made his body tremble. Seeing his panic, Hyeontae clicked his tongue—as expected.
“Well… dogs aren’t exactly math geniuses. So I kept track for you. Aren’t you grateful?”
“Kyaa—!”
His expression brightened at the news—like he’d been saved. Hyeontae knew that face would soon twist with despair.
“Oh, and just to clarify—one ‘session’ counts as you coming. And I only counted the times you fucked the dog, not humans. Wouldn’t want any confusion.”
“Kyuu! Uh! Hngh, uuuh—!”
Seungjun nodded frantically in gratitude, still getting railed by the robot behind him. The machine’s cock pistoned in and out, its silicone tongue licking the back of his neck.
“Why ask? Because this is your 100th time.”
“Uuuh—!”
No sooner had Hyeontae spoken than Seungjun spurted all over the floor. Nearly ten minutes of relentless pounding had done the trick. The robot’s cock swelled inside him, attempting to knot.
“Now… once this dog pulls out, you’ll stand on two legs again. You’ll be human.”
“Uuuh! Uuuh!!”
Though the knot stretched him painfully, Seungjun panted in excitement. If he’d had a tail, it would’ve wagged furiously. Hyeontae dropped the bomb:
“But… remember? Exactly 100 times. If you cum one more time—if this becomes the 101st—you’ll lose your chance forever.”
“Kya… uh?”
Unless Hyeontae stopped it, the robot would keep fucking him. As the knot released, the machine readied itself to go again, panting as it licked Seungjun’s nape. Only then did he realize what Hyeontae meant—and terror seized him.
“Uuh!!”
“Shh, Seungjun. Bark too loud, and people might come running. Like I said, it doesn’t count until you cum. So if you hold out until the dog stops… you might still become human.”
“Uuuh…! Uh…!”
Seungjun shook his head frantically—impossible. Hyeontae calmly continued:
“Let me rephrase. Cum one more time, and you’ll never be human again.”
The robot began thrusting slowly behind him. Hyeontae had deliberately set the speed and intensity low. The machine leisurely probed his depths, doing its job.
Realizing it wasn’t the brutal pounding from before, Seungjun relaxed slightly. He could endure this. Sure, every brush against his prostate sent jolts of pleasure through him, but it was manageable.
“Kngh… uh, ha, uuuh…”
Time dragged. By now, he should’ve been railed senseless, knotted, done. But the dog kept its slow, steady pace. Whether fortunate or not, the intermittent pleasure kept coming. Seungjun clenched his jaw, face flushed, fighting the urge to climax. He’d never known how agonizing it was to be denied release.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
