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“Hngh, ah…? Ah! Huh, n-no, don’t, stop, ah…! Ahnng, ah…!”
Only he had woken from the hypnosis. The moans spilling from his own mouth—loud enough to fill the lecture hall—and the sounds of the men violating him behind him were like a porn playing on full blast.
“Huu, and now you’re playing innocent? With your dick still twitching and leaking cum like that…”
“There’s still cum dripping out… Wow. So when’s my turn?”
Free sex was something no broke college student would refuse. They were determined to use Jihun to the fullest. Even as he tried to piece together how this had happened, the relentless pleasure and the flesh filling his mouth made it impossible to think straight.
He was being fucked by strangers in a lecture hall. It was absurd—so absurd that if someone wrote this as a porn script, it would flop. Yet here he was, living it.
“Jihun, you really do have an honest body. Everyone’s shocked by you.”
This wasn’t a lecture hall they could just leave empty. Since it was a large classroom, the next group of students walked in for their lesson—only to freeze at the sight. The moment they caught the thick scent of cum mixed with the lingering hypnosis perfume, their expressions turned blank.
Jihun didn’t notice the change. All he knew was that he was doing something filthy, and the people walking in were reacting in shock. His body, however, responded dutifully. Even though he had nothing left to spill, thin, watery fluid kept dripping from the tip of his penis.
“Ahnng…!”
He came again. His lewd moans echoed through the lecture hall’s microphone. The shame was unbearable—he wanted to die—but his body welcomed every touch as pleasure. The employee had said they’d wake him from the hypnosis, but all they’d undone was the haze in his mind. His body, conditioned through Hyeontae’s training, still craved even pain as pleasure. The employee smirked at him.
“You look like you’re having fun, Jihun.”
“N-no, huh—uh, n-no, I’m not…!” Jihun shook his head, mouth full of cum he couldn’t spit out, so he swallowed it instead. The bitter taste made him gag.
“No? But with your dick standing up like that, saying no just makes you look like a masochist who loves getting his ass fucked and can’t help himself.”
“Ugh—! N-no, ah, no, I—I’m not…!”
In the end, he couldn’t hold back and sobbed. He wished this was all just a dream, not reality—but another orgasm hit him. The employee, barely hiding his amusement, offered:
“No? Oh, that was the face of someone who just wished this was all a dream. Jihun, do you really want to erase all of this? I can make that happen.”
He’d learned by now that he had no real choice. Resigned, he let the man speak, his eyes filled with fear, contempt, and numb acceptance.
“Just promise me—voluntarily—that you’ll be a flesh slave. Then… I’ll hypnotize you again. Everyone here, too. They won’t remember a thing, and neither will you. You won’t have to suffer anymore.”
This was Hyeontae’s final test for Jihun. For a split second, he saw Hyeontae’s face in the employee’s eyes. He had no other option. Weakly, he nodded in agreement.
“Good. Enjoy this for now. I’ll handle the cleanup. Congratulations, Jihun. Looks like your employment is confirmed.”
Only then did Jihun realize this had been a test. The employee approached him, dabbing hypnosis perfume under his nose. The strong scent made his head spin.
“Jihun, you want to be a flesh slave, and you enjoy that life, don’t you?”
“…Yes.”
“Then declare it, with everyone here as your witnesses.”
“I… I am Park Jihun… twenty years old, a lewd college student who wants to be a flesh slave. Please… use my body however you like.”
As he finished speaking, a faint smile spread across Jihun’s face. He had just declared himself a flesh slave—willingly—under hypnosis.
***
When Jihun got home, he received a text with a company map and instructions to start work the next day. He considered telling his family but decided it was too soon. The thought of no longer seeing them struggle for money, of paying off his student loans, made his heart race.
On top of that, his body felt satisfied after a full day of servicing men. For some reason, everything felt like it would work out. Hopeful, he closed his eyes.
***
The next day, Jihun followed the map to the company. He’d skipped the career program—what was the point when he already had a job lined up? The towering building stunned him, as did the bustling lobby. He’d guessed from Hyeontae’s car that the company was big, but this was beyond his expectations.
He’d tried to dress as formally as possible, but compared to the sharply dressed employees clicking past in polished shoes, he felt out of place. A friendly staff member at the reception desk directed him to the third floor. Most companies used machines for cost-cutting, but here, the sleek, high-tech interior contrasted with the human touch.
Jihun waited for the elevator. He could’ve taken the stairs, but he wanted to experience the feeling of commuting to work. The others waiting were all in suits, their broad shoulders hinting at toned bodies beneath. He barely stopped himself from staring at their crotches. The fantasy of servicing them on his knees flashed through his mind.
Shaking his head fiercely, he stepped out onto the third floor—a clean, professional office.
“Uh… I-I was told to come for work…”
Someone turned at his voice—a sharp-faced man in glasses. Rising from his seat, he gave Jihun a slow once-over.
“Who gave you those instructions?”
“Th-the president…?”
Jihun stammered, showing the man the text. After checking the number, the man led him to another room inside the office.
“Have a seat. You’ll get a brief company overview and fill out some contracts.”
The man pulled out crisp papers, efficiently highlighting sections with a marker before handing them over.
“Read through the marked sections. If you agree, sign where indicated.”
“O-okay…”
Jihun read carefully, nerves prickling. It resembled the endless terms and conditions of online sign-ups, but the highlighted parts stood out:
[…]
[Employees may be required to participate in R&D for the Development Department, depending on assignment.]
[…]
[Employees must not disclose work-related details. Violation may result in legal claims for damages by the company.]
As he hesitated over signing, his eyes caught the salary section—far more than he’d ever earn fresh out of his mediocre school. He stopped deliberating. Starting at twenty with this kind of pay was a steal.
Without another thought, he signed.
The man reviewed the contract, nodded in approval, and said:
“Excellent. Jihun, you’re now an employee. You can choose whether to keep attending school while working or drop out. First, though, you’ll need a department assignment. We determine placements through physical and aptitude tests—you’ll take yours in the basement, Level 1. Just follow instructions.”
***
Down on B1, Jihun looked around, thinking it resembled a hospital. There was a reception desk, and when he gave his name and mentioned it was his first time, he was told to wait.
“A company health checkup? With all this equipment?”
He assumed it was just good benefits. Soon, his name was called. Stepping inside, he froze.
“Hello, here for your health exam? Strip completely in that cabinet over there and come back.”
Others were already undergoing exams. Maybe they were the same sharply dressed men from the elevator. Every one of them had toned, muscular bodies. Blindfolded and strapped to chairs, they were being fucked by motorized devices. Some submitted quietly; others thrashed like they were seizing. All were restrained to prevent escape. Their cocks were fitted with cylinder-like attachments to collect semen. Each mechanical thrust drew out streams of fluid. Gags muffled their voices—only occasional mmphs escaped.
Jihun’s gaze lingered, his body reacting before he could stop it.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
