21
This was a situation that would inevitably remind Hyeonjun of the moment he first met him. Feeling an eerie sense of déjà vu, Hyeonjun took off his shoes. He didn’t greet him. Hyeontae, without looking at Hyeonjun, spoke clearly from where he stood.
“Take them off.”
Did he really just tell him to take everything off? Hyeonjun doubted his ears. This man is trash, he thought. I should call Mother right now and tell her not to marry him—that he’s the kind of filthy man who shoves his dick in his stepson’s mouth.
As Hyeonjun stepped inside after removing his shoes, his hand instinctively moved to the buttons of his shirt. He undressed, even folding his clothes neatly in a corner. His body moved without hesitation, without giving him time to think, and the realization sent a chill down his spine. He hadn’t wanted to obey, yet he had.
“Good. You’re doing well.”
Confirming that Hyeonjun’s body remembered both pleasure and command, Hyeontae murmured in approval before finally turning his gaze to him. How should I handle him? He slowly scanned Hyeonjun’s body from head to toe, standing frozen in the entrance. Hyeonjun would undoubtedly feel humiliated by that look alone.
“Hyeonjun, why did you do that?”
Without preamble, Hyeontae asked the question outright. Hyeonjun’s face burned crimson. He knew exactly what “that” referred to.
“…”
“Hyeonjun, did you want your hole stretched open by a cock?”
“…No.”
At the blunt wording, Hyeonjun’s body trembled slightly as he denied it. His vision blurred. He wished he could convince himself this was just a twisted fantasy, that he was dreaming—even if it meant his new stepfather was sexually degrading him in that dream. But Hyeontae’s voice remained smooth, composed.
“Or was it your habit to shove a recorder up your ass?”
The explicit mention of the recorder made Hyeonjun drop his gaze even further. He stared at the floor, memorizing every pattern in the tiles. Time seemed to stop.
“Your mother would be so disappointed.”
“…”
“No matter how indifferent she is to you… if she found out her son turns on porn and fucks himself with a recorder like some rent boy, what do you think she’d say?”
“…”
Hyeonjun didn’t answer. Hyeontae continued, his hand reaching out to knead Hyeonjun’s thigh. His fingers were long, thick, and strong. It should have felt violating, horrifying—but instead, it sent a jolt through him, recalling the hands from last night’s dream that had gripped him just like this.
“I’m not here to scold you or interrogate you. Everyone’s free to have their own sexual preferences. But… I am asking why you didn’t lock the door when you were doing that, with family in the house.”
“W-what… do you want me to do?”
The words caught in his throat like dry, crumbling bread. Only then did Hyeontae get to the point.
“You’re about to be my son. I’d hate for you to feel uneasy. So let’s be honest—you’ve been thinking about cock all day, haven’t you? Wanting one inside you, wanting to suck it, wanting it to be big…”
“Th-that’s…”
He couldn’t deny it. The thoughts were still driving him mad.
When Hyeonjun stayed silent, Hyeontae slid his hand up to his shoulder, massaging it before cupping his cheek as he spoke.
“I’m giving you an opportunity. It’s not easy for you, wanting cock, is it? How was the taste of mine yesterday?”
“Ugh… that’s…”
“You can tell me the truth. It’s just between us men. I won’t tell your mother, of course.”
Hyeontae’s voice was soothing, almost hypnotic. Unbeknownst to Hyeonjun, a trace of aphrodisiac had been applied to his fingertips—just enough to make him impulsive, suggestible. Under the coercion of those words, Hyeonjun finally admitted the truth.
“It… tasted good.”
“Now we’re being honest. Hyeonjun, how about you take it in your lower mouth this time?”
It was absurd. It should have felt absurd. But Hyeontae’s voice was too seductive. Hyeonjun’s rationality and his conditioned instincts waged war inside him. Hyeontae withdrew his hand from Hyeonjun’s body and pulled out his cock, holding it in front of him. Even soft, it was thick—just like in the dream.
“If you want it, I’ll let you have it.”
“Ah… nngh…”
The visual stimulus made resistance impossible. Hyeonjun gave in, lowering his head to take the cock into his mouth. He lapped and sucked eagerly, his cheeks hollowing as he swirled his tongue, the coarse pubic hair brushing against his skin. He used his throat without hesitation, performing expert fellatio.
Satisfied with the surrender, Hyeontae gently stroked his new son’s hair. Even half-unconscious, Hyeonjun’s technique was flawless—exactly as he’d been trained.
“Good… yes, this is how you should’ve been honest from the start. Alright, that’s enough sucking for now.”
The cock slipped out of his mouth, now fully hard. Hyeonjun’s eyes were glazed with lust, even without the aphrodisiac. Hyeontae gave him an order.
“Hyeonjun, spread your legs.”
A shred of rationality remained. Hyeonjun hesitated but obeyed, parting his thighs. His asshole, swollen and red from last night’s masturbation, was tightly clenched—but already leaking clear fluid between his cheeks. Trained by slime, his hole was slick enough to take cock without preparation.
“Let’s… check you first before I put it in. Finger yourself, spread it open—show me the inside.”
Again, Hyeonjun hesitated before complying. Hyeontae inspected the pink, exposed flesh before giving the final command.
“Good. Now say it—‘Please fuck me with your cock, darling. Ruin me with it.’”
The word “darling” made Hyeonjun’s gaze flicker. It was the word he’d heard in his dream when he woke up. The moment he heard it, his thoughts scattered like a disrupted circuit. He didn’t register how qualitatively different this demand was from the others. His body trembled. The way it sounded now was nothing like the dream.
“D-darling… darling…”
He repeated it a few times, swallowing hard. His asshole suddenly itched—not just physically. It was deeper, an unbearable craving. Before, he’d only vaguely fantasized about being dominated by a big cock. Now, his body wanted it.
He wanted sex. Wanted to be impaled, wrecked, filled with cum until he was dripping.
Hyeonjun stammered, but each word was precise.
“P-please… fuck me with your cock. Darling. Ruin me with it.”
Once the line was crossed, there was no stopping. The conditioned subconscious beneath his awareness surged forward. Before he knew it, he was begging Hyeontae.
“D-darling, please fuck me… put your baby inside me… I want to get pregnant…”
“Honesty looks so good on you.”
Hyeontae praised him in that same gentle tone. He hadn’t completely erased Hyeonjun’s rationality yet, but the results were satisfactory. It wouldn’t be long before he could manipulate Hyeonjun entirely, even without the aphrodisiac.
He made Hyeonjun bend over the sofa, ass raised. The object that had been inside him countless times in his dreams pressed against his crack. Hyeontae gripped his own cock and pushed it against the entrance. The hole accepted the intrusion effortlessly. It wasn’t a thin recorder—it was thick, real flesh stretching him open. In broad daylight, in the middle of the living room, he was having sex with his soon-to-be stepfather.
He couldn’t believe it. Didn’t want to believe it. And yet—it felt so good. Hyeonjun panted, trying to steady himself. His mind felt fractured. If he gave in to the pleasure any further, he might start babbling nonsense. He bit his lip hard, stifling the sounds as Hyeontae thrust into him. Each slap of flesh against flesh wrung a choked “ngh… ah…” from his throat.
“Ugh… nngh! Ah—! Nngh—!”
Noticing Hyeonjun’s desperate resistance now that the aphrodisiac-laced hand was gone, Hyeontae smirked. As if you can do anything with my cock inside you. He drove in harder, alternating between deep, targeted thrusts and slow, teasing grinds against his prostate. The mix of relentless and maddening stimulation made Hyeonjun whimper, his body trembling.
“Hyeonjun, does it feel good? Hmm? You don’t know what to do with yourself, do you?”
“Hah—! Nn, ah! N-no! Ah—!”
He shook his head frantically, trying to deny the pleasure. But Hyeontae persisted, relentlessly pounding into the spots that made him weak. His nipples, pressed against the sofa, added to the stimulation. The sensitive buds leaked fluid with the slightest pressure, but Hyeonjun was too lost in being fucked by his new father to notice.
“Hyeonjun, you need to answer me.”
The answer was predetermined. Hyeontae would torment him until he got what he wanted. He wrapped a hand around Hyeonjun’s leaking cock, squeezing the base to block his orgasm while repeating the question. Pleasure built endlessly, release denied—Hyeonjun thrashed in a pain he’d never known. (Though he didn’t remember, his body had been conditioned under hypnosis countless times to withhold ejaculation.) Writhing in agony, he finally arched his ass, begging as Hyeontae demanded.
“Nngh—! It—it feels good! It feels good!”
But the pressure on his cock only tightened. Hyeontae added one more question.
“So I can cum inside you, then?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
