10
The next day, both Hyeonjun and Jihun attended classes as usual. Since Hyeontae hadn’t implanted any major suggestions yet, they were still able to function normally in their daily lives. Before they left, however, Hyeontae made one additional request of Hyeonjun:
“Hyeonjun, Daddy wants you to meet another friend. Jihun’s lively, but… if possible, I’d prefer someone quieter, who likes animals.”
Hyeonjun nodded obediently, though he felt a pang of resentment inside. Normally, he wouldn’t care what his stepfather did, but the way Hyeontae had fawned over Jihun—and especially when he’d fucked Jihun right in front of him—had filled him with an inexplicable, intense discomfort. He didn’t even understand why he felt that way. He had gotten aroused and slept with Jihun, but the lingering unease refused to fade.
Hyeontae, of course, already understood Hyeonjun’s psychological turmoil perfectly. It was all thanks to the suggestions he’d planted. By conditioning Hyeonjun to call him honey during sex and act like his “wife,” Hyeontae had ensured that watching his “husband” fuck another man would never feel pleasant. He’d noted every flicker of hesitation and disgust on Hyeonjun’s face. The internal conflict was progressing faster than expected, so he decided to push further—demanding another friend be brought over. But he pretended not to notice, exchanging a few casual words before sending Hyeonjun off to school. Since he’d left earlier than usual today, Hyeontae expected him to return soon—and by then, the machine would be fully charged.
***
“I’m back.”
“Hello?”
The friend Hyeonjun brought home wasn’t from his university but an old high school classmate—Seungjun. They’d stayed in touch even after graduation, and since Hyeontae had specified a quiet, animal-loving friend, Hyeonjun had dug into his older social circle.
“Come in. First time meeting you, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I’m Ha Seungjun. Hyeonjun and I were in the same class in high school.”
“Still keeping in touch after graduation? You two must be close.”
As they chatted by the entrance, Hyeonjun began undressing as usual. Seungjun’s eyes widened in shock—just like Jihun had. Hyeontae explained casually:
“Oh, in our house, you have to take off all your clothes at the door.”
No one questioned why Hyeontae was still dressed. Seungjun hesitated, fingers lingering on his buttons, but eventually followed Hyeonjun’s lead and stripped. He had a similar build—lean, pale, but slightly taller. Hyeontae eyed him up and down before cutting to the chase. Tonight’s hypnosis would be hardcore, so he had to choose his words carefully.
“So… Hyeonjun mentioned you like animals?”
“Uh… yes. How did you know?”
“He mentioned it in passing—something about a close high school friend who loved animals. Since you’re still in touch, I figured it must be you.”
“That’s right. I love animals. You seem… really kind, and very attentive to Hyeonjun. Remembering little details like that.”
Seungjun gave off an earnest, almost too wholesome vibe—someone who’d never so much as jaywalked. That made Hyeontae’s mouth water. Opportunities to corrupt someone this pure didn’t come often.
“Maybe I just have a good memory. Hyeonjun loves animals too—he’s been begging for a pet. So I splurged and got another one just for him.”
“Another one?”
“Mhm. Don’t worry, this one doesn’t shed.”
What followed was far more aggressive than the tentacle toy—a fully charged, cutting-edge sex device Hyeontae had brought upstairs the night before. It was a sleek, robotic dog, modeled after a Doberman—lean, massive, nearly as tall as Hyeontae’s waist when standing.
“Is this… a dog?”
“Yep. Your new housemate. Want to say hi? He’s friendly—won’t bite.”
He spoke as if introducing a real pet, but it was just a high-end robot designed for a very specific clientele. Still, both boys reached out tentatively, stroking it like a real animal. Marketed as a “safe, cruelty-free” alternative for those with unconventional tastes, it was essentially a high-tech beastiality toy. The realistic panting and responsive movements were impressive, but at its core, it was still just a machine.
“What do you think, Seungjun? Like it?”
“Uh… yeah. It’s cute.”
“Hyeonjun? Do you like it?”
“Yes. I’ve always wanted a dog…”
“Good. Soon, we might have another dog in the house. I bet you’d love that, Hyeonjun.”
Hyeontae spoke to Seungjun, but his gaze lingered on Hyeonjun. To avoid confusion, he decided to send Hyeonjun away for a bit—he needed to create a situation where Seungjun had no one to turn to.
“Hyeonjun, didn’t you say you had homework? Daddy needs to talk to Seungjun alone for a bit. Why don’t you go work on that first? We’ll have dinner together when you’re done.”
“…Okay. I’ll do that.”
Reluctant to leave the new “dog,” Hyeonjun gave its head one last pat before heading to his room. Seungjun blinked at Hyeontae, curious about what they’d discuss.
“Oh, nothing serious… Seungjun, do you see that candle by the TV?”
“The… candle? Oh, you mean the candle warmer?”
“Yes. The flame looks a little odd to me. Could you take a look?”
“I’m looking.”
“Good. Don’t blink. Keep your eyes on it.”
“…For how long?”
“Until I count to 20. One, two, three…”
Hyeontae opted for a more classic but direct approach. Staring at a flame this close to the hypnotic fragrance would ensure he inhaled it deeply. As Seungjun’s eyes gradually glazed over, Hyeontae began:
“Alright, I’ve counted to 20. Who are you?”
“Hah… Seungjun…”
“And how old are you?”
“Twenty…”
“Good, you remember. Now listen carefully, Seungjun. Starting now, you’re under a curse.”
“A curse…?”
Absurd as it sounded, Seungjun’s voice trembled with fear.
“Yes. You were a normal 20-year-old college student named Ha Seungjun… but now, the curse has turned you into a dog.”
“Th-that’s…”
“It’s already happening. First, you’ll lose the ability to speak human language. You can no longer talk like a person.”
“Uh… uuuh…”
Seungjun groaned as the suggestion took hold.
“Next, you’ll walk on all fours. You’ll forget how to stand on two legs entirely.”
“Uh—!”
He tried to protest, but his body collapsed onto all fours. His hands shook violently.
“Little by little, you’ll take on a dog’s instincts. You’ll love being petted, enjoy walks, and embody every trait of a perfect dog.”
He stated it as fact—Seungjun was already a dog. Tears welled in Seungjun’s eyes, born of sheer terror at his sudden transformation. It was absurd, yet under hypnosis, he couldn’t question the reality of it.
“Uhngh… uuuh…”
As Seungjun whimpered on the floor, Hyeontae petted his head like a dog.
“Seungjun, I’m your owner. I bought you at the market, so now you live in my house… Want to know how to become human again?”
Seungjun nodded frantically. He couldn’t speak, only whimper, his hands (now paws, in his mind) resting on Hyeontae’s arm—but he didn’t dare grab him. After all, he no longer saw himself as human.
“Simple. See that handsome male dog over there?”
Hyeontae pointed to the sex robot he’d just introduced as a “new dog.” It sat motionless, watching the absurd scene unfold. Seungjun nodded.
“That dog is now your mate. You were a man when you were human, but as a dog, you’re a female. A bitch. If you mate with him exactly 100 times—no more, no less—you’ll turn back into a human.”
“Uh… UUH! Nngh…”
Seungjun’s eyes widened in horror. He shook his head in refusal, but all that came out were desperate grunts. He wished someone—anyone—would save him, but no one was coming. The humiliation burned in his chest. The “male dog” Hyeontae had introduced sat panting innocently, but to Seungjun, it was terrifying.
“I’m a generous owner. You can mate whenever you want to become human again. Once you’ve done it 100 times, I’ll congratulate you. Understood? Exactly 100 times. Just 100, and you’ll be free.”
Hyeontae emphasized the number as he petted Seungjun, then activated the sex robot. The moment its “mating mode” powered on, it let out a mechanical pant and lumbered toward Seungjun.
“Guh… nngh, uh—!”
Seungjun tried to crawl away, but his human body wasn’t built for quadrupedal movement. He barely managed a few clumsy steps before the robot dog pinned him down. It was heavy.
“Uh…! Ugh—!”
No matter how he screamed, only animalistic whines escaped. The robot mounted him, its silicone tongue licking his neck with unsettling realism.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
