?? o’clock.
Seong-hyeon, today is Saturday.
Saturday.
Yes, Saturday. What did Seong-hyeon plan to do today?
Baby house. Make a womb.
That’s right, our Seong-hyeon. So smart.
Don’t want to go? Should we not do it?
No, I want to. I want to make a baby house. Honey, I want to have a baby.
Our Seong-hyeon is so pretty, really pretty.
…..
Should we go then?
….
When he opened his eyes, the scene that came into view was unfamiliar. But it wasn’t a gloomy or dark space. The warmth on his naked body felt pleasant, and the soft light gently penetrated his eyes, soothing his corneas.
Where is this place?
Seong-hyeon tilted his heavy head, still not fully able to think clearly. Moving his head, shifting his gaze, was easy. A windowless, enclosed space. No furniture to speak of. What could it be? As he unconsciously moved his body to examine the room more closely, he felt something was off.
His body wouldn’t move.
Struck by the oddness, he looked down and realized his body was restrained to something like a chair. The chair Seong-hyeon was sitting on was different from a regular chair. First, it had restraints for his wrists and arms, which was strange. Also, there was a long cord extending from the side of the chair, which was odd.
Everything is strange.
But in the blink of an eye, Seong-hyeon felt drowsy. A sudden anxiety was quickly soothed by a familiar scent at the tip of his nose. Honey. The one who loves him, cherishes him, finds him adorable, and gives him everything good. He could sense his scent. As Seong-hyeon twitched his nose and deeply inhaled the scent, a bright smile spread across his face. But his expression quickly twisted.
But why can’t I see him?
Turning his head again, Seong-hyeon searched for his honey. All he could see was a large, empty wall.
“O…”
Things that seemed fine just moments ago suddenly felt terrifying. The gentle light now stung his corneas, and the warmth that had comforted his skin seemed to vanish. His fingertips trembled, and his mouth felt parched. Like a child who had lost his mother, Seong-hyeon shook with fear and anxiety.
“Ah, h-honey…!”
Desperately, he called out for someone to reassure him. But there was no response. Seong-hyeon’s eyes began to dart around frantically. Honey. Darling. He called out every name he could think of, but still, there was no answer. The silence gripped his throat tightly. Thrashing like a fish out of water, Seong-hyeon called out, “Honey, darling, honey, please…!” No, wait, maybe if I call his name, he’ll come…
But what was that bastard’s name again?
Seong-hyeon’s limbs went limp, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Slowly blinking, his eyes cleared.
“……Fuck, what is this?”
Seeing himself restrained like a lab specimen, Seong-hyeon panicked. He desperately tried to free his hands and feet, but the only result was a loud clanking noise and a sharp pain in his wrists and ankles.
“Now you’ve really done it….”
Gritting his teeth, Seong-hyeon looked around for another way out. Just then, the closed door silently opened. Someone appeared in the doorway.
“Seong-hyeon is awake.”
It was a tall man with a gentle smile. The sight of that bastard’s face made Seong-hyeon scowl.
“You fucking bastard! Why are you only coming now!”
Seong-hyeon flinched at his own outburst. Did I just say something wrong? But the doubt didn’t linger. He blurted out the next words without thinking.
“I was scared, scared of being alone!”
The man seemed surprised by Seong-hyeon’s words. His well-shaped eyebrows arched softly, and Seong-hyeon found himself momentarily captivated by that face. My honey, fuck, he’s so handsome. A strange, tickling sensation in his lower abdomen made Seong-hyeon frown.
“Seong-hyeon, you were scared. I’m sorry.”
The man approached and gently stroked Seong-hyeon’s hair, as if soothing the most fragile and precious thing in the world. That touch made Seong-hyeon’s lower body twitch again. He had to resist the urge to rub his face and lips against that large hand.
“I had to do some prep work.”
Prep work? Before Seong-hyeon could ask what that meant, he sensed someone else in the room. Behind the man, another figure appeared—a man in a white T-shirt and jeans, with a large tattoo on his arm. He carried a bag and walked with unfocused eyes.
“This is the doctor who will make the baby house for Seong-hyeon today.”
“What kind of bullshit is…, mmm….”
As Seong-hyeon lifted his head, his honey greedily sucked on his lips. His thick tongue ravaged the inside of Seong-hyeon’s mouth before slowly pulling away, only to kiss him again with a smacking sound. Dazed by the kiss, Seong-hyeon looked up at the man with slightly glazed eyes.
“Right here.”
Honey placed his hand on Seong-hyeon’s lower abdomen, feeling the smooth skin where the hair had been neatly shaved and the soft mound above it.
“We’re going to make a baby house.”
With a rustling sound, Dr. Jeong began preparing something. Seong-hyeon watched as he put on gloves and took out a tattoo machine. Baby house, tattoo. Doctor. Honey. The words swirled chaotically in his mind, refusing to settle into meaning.
“It’s going to hurt.”
He didn’t know what was coming, but instinctively, he felt it would be painful. It would hurt, no doubt about it. Seong-hyeon hated pain. Unable to take his eyes off the tattoo machine, he trembled, and Honey looked down at him with amusement.
“Just a little?”
Seong-hyeon glared at Honey, resenting his honesty.
“I-I won’t do it then.”
He didn’t want to do it if it would hurt. Honey smiled apologetically at Seong-hyeon’s protest.
“But Seong-hyeon, you agreed to this. We’re going to make a baby house and have our child.”
Seong-hyeon couldn’t remember ever agreeing to such a thing. Naturally, he grew irritated.
“You didn’t say it would hurt!”
Honey’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at the angry Seong-hyeon, as if surprised by his reaction.
“……The boundaries have blurred.”
He quickly withdrew his hand after tapping Seong-hyeon’s forehead twice. Confused by Honey’s words, Seong-hyeon snapped. Why wasn’t he responding to what he said, and why was he saying such nonsense? He had always been like this….
“But Seong-hyeon.”
This time, the hand that had tapped his forehead gently traced his nose and the corners of his eyes.
“You’ll feel much better afterward.”
The promise of feeling better made his mouth open reflexively. The tip of his tongue, reddened from the earlier kiss, flicked out to lick Honey’s finger. Amused by the playful gesture, Honey slid his finger into Seong-hyeon’s mouth.
“I’m going to fuck your hungry pussy with my cock and fill you with my cum.”
He thrust his finger in and out of Seong-hyeon’s mouth, making wet sounds, before pulling it out and sucking the saliva off the tip. Seong-hyeon watched, mesmerized. Honey’s words and actions were already making his lower hole twitch in anticipation.
“I’ve been starving your hole to prepare for the baby house. Haven’t I?”
Yes, yes. Seong-hyeon nodded without thinking, and Honey leaned in closer.
“I’ll fuck you so good it’ll make up for all that. Sound good?”
“Of course… it sounds good! Fuck….”
Why was he even asking such an obvious question? Seong-hyeon glared at Honey, annoyed, but answered obediently. Honey laughed out loud, a rare and beautiful sound.
Seong-hyeon’s legs twitched at the sound. Noticing this, Honey lowered his gaze and gently tapped Seong-hyeon’s pale pink penis.
“But you can’t get hard, Seong-hyeon.”
With his lower body restrained, Seong-hyeon couldn’t close his legs even as his genitals were teased. But even if he wasn’t restrained, Seong-hyeon wouldn’t have thought to close his legs. It was only natural for Honey to touch his penis.
“If you get hard because another guy is touching you, I’ll be very angry.”
What was he going on about now? Seong-hyeon responded to the nonsensical talk.
“Of course, you idiot. My dick only gets hard when you touch it.”
Honey paused at Seong-hyeon’s words, a look of surprise briefly crossing his face before a smile spread across his features. He looked overwhelmed with happiness.
“That’s right. That was the third ‘alarm,’ remember?”
The third alarm.
Seong-hyeon nodded.
When he first met Honey, Seong-hyeon received his first ‘alarm’ that day.
The first alarm’s instruction was simple.
[Instruction: Read the alarm message frequently, very frequently, many times.]
The effect of the self-hypnosis app increased with more frequent exposure to the alarms. Stronger suggestions led to greater effects. So, Seong-hyeon read the alarms dozens of times a day.
The second alarm was just as straightforward.
[Instruction: The content of the alarm is absolutely correct.]
The alarm contained what he desired most, what he wanted to achieve. The alarm messages were everything he wanted and needed to accomplish. So, Seong-hyeon followed every instruction in the alarms. His days were filled with thoughts of how to please Honey’s cock and how to make him love him more.
And the third alarm said….
“I don’t want our precious Seong-hyeon to be in pain either, so let’s think about the good times instead. Not the painful thoughts.”
Honey’s sudden words interrupted Seong-hyeon’s recollection of the alarm’s content.
“Good times?”
As Seong-hyeon blinked, Honey leaned down. His warm lips touched Seong-hyeon’s still-soft penis. He gently bit the tip of the glans with his lips and slowly licked the urethra with his tongue, making Seong-hyeon shiver intensely.
“Honey, ah….! You, crazy bastard, if you suck it, ah….!”
A moan escaped his lips, and his hips bucked involuntarily. After teasing the glans with his tongue a few times, Honey kissed the sensitive tip lightly. Even that gentle touch made Seong-hyeon squirm. The desire for Honey to take his dick fully into his mouth clashed with the rational thought that there was no need for it in this unfamiliar, non-medical setting.
With a click and a whirr, the doctor finished his preparations and approached Seong-hyeon. The sensation of the transfer paper touching and then leaving his soft lower abdomen sent a chill down his spine. But the heat pooling below distracted him from lingering on that feeling. Mechanically, the doctor pressed a womb-shaped stencil onto Seong-hyeon’s lower abdomen and held up his machine. Through his pleasure-hazed vision, Seong-hyeon saw the sharp needle at the end of the machine glinting in the light, poised over his abdomen.
Seong-hyeon’s tense body shivered, and Honey soothingly kissed his soft penis again.
“Don’t worry. Just focus here for a moment, and it’ll be over soon.”
“Ah….”
As Seong-hyeon moaned in pleasure and tilted his head back, he caught a glimpse of the high ceiling.
“Remember that day? The day we met again.”
The day we met again. The day, we met again.
Tiny, floating specks filled his mind, clinging to his consciousness as memories surfaced and imprinted on his retinas.
