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“Were you feeding him?”
“Haa… y-yes… uh, hah….”
It was obvious what would happen once the slime’s aphrodisiac touched his body. Hyeontae, stripped down to his undershirt, sat on the sofa and leisurely watched the scene unfold. Soon, Hyeonjun would lose control and beg him to fuck him. Sure enough, as the tentacles retreated, his son let out a pained moan.
“What’s wrong?”
“My body… it’s burning again….”
“What did I tell you to do when that happens?”
“D-Daddy’s… cock… I need Daddy’s cock inside me….”
“Good boy. You remember.”
Hyeonjun, as if desperate, knelt before Hyeontae and frantically pulled out his cock from his pants, taking it into his mouth.
“Ngh, hah… mm….”
The way his son—who usually glared at him with disdain—now eagerly sucked his cock was almost comical. Hyeontae couldn’t help but laugh.
“Hyeonjun, did you want Daddy’s cock that badly?”
“Hngh… y-yes… please, faster….”
Though stimulated by his son’s tongue, Hyeontae had no intention of letting him come easily. He wanted to tease him, make him cling to him even more.
“But who said you could suck it?”
Hyeontae pulled his cock out of Hyeonjun’s mouth. It was thick, veiny, and dark—almost grotesque in its size.
“Ah… D-Daddy, please… fuck me with it, okay?”
Hyeonjun’s eyes were completely glazed over, his mind clouded by the aphrodisiac and the hypnotic incense. All he could think about was sex. Hyeontae sighed, feigning reluctance.
“Hmm… I’m a little tired today. Fucking you might be too much… but I could let you ride me. Climb up here and move yourself.”
He patted his thighs, signaling him to get on. Hyeonjun, looking confused, hesitantly straddled Hyeontae’s lap. Hyeontae smirked and explained patiently, though his words were anything but innocent.
“You’re supposed to sit on Daddy’s cock and grind, Hyeonjun. You should understand if I tell you, right?”
His tone was gentle, but the meaning was filthy. Only then did Hyeonjun realize he’d been given permission to fuck—and he awkwardly positioned himself over Hyeontae’s cock. His future stepmother, Hyeonjun’s actual mother, had messaged that she’d be late again. They’d have the house to themselves until late at night. And with an upcoming business trip, they’d have plenty of time together soon.
“If I keep this up, my cock’s gonna die again. Hurry up. If you’re gonna do it, do it.”
Hyeontae urged him on. Hyeonjun, slightly intimidated, hesitantly lowered himself onto the cock, spreading his own ass to guide it in. Gripping Hyeontae’s shoulders, he slowly sank down, finally taking what he’d been craving.
“Ah… aah… hngh….”
A satisfied moan escaped Hyeonjun’s lips. His face was scrunched in concentration, but Hyeontae knew it wasn’t from pain. Despite only losing his anal virginity yesterday, his inner walls clung tightly, as if already practiced. Once fully seated, Hyeonjun’s flushed face relaxed as he exhaled.
“What are you waiting for? Move.”
“Y-yes… hngh, uh….”
Hyeontae lightly smacked his ass, and Hyeonjun flinched. He hadn’t noticed before, but Hyeontae was broad-shouldered with large hands, making Hyeonjun’s slender waist and thin thighs stand out even more.
The TV was still off, its dark screen reflecting Hyeonjun’s round ass swallowing the thick cock. The image was grainy, but his pale cheeks were unmistakable. Wearing nothing but a T-shirt, desperate and rutting on his own father—it was both ridiculous and endearing. Hyeontae teased him as Hyeonjun panted, working himself up and down.
“Hyeonjun, who usually has sex?”
“Hngh, hah… w-what?”
“Who usually has sex?”
“Uh, hah… l-lovers?”
A typical college student’s answer. Not wrong, either. Even as he answered, Hyeonjun didn’t stop moving, his body demanding more as he rode the cock relentlessly.
“Right… lovers. But usually, it’s married couples, isn’t it? The only legal relationship where sex is fully accepted.”
Him and your mother—we’ll be doing this too once we’re married. Understand? Hyeontae chuckled softly. Hyeonjun, confused by the sudden topic, slumped forward, his body overheated. Unlike him—half-naked and desperate—Hyeontae was still fully dressed in his suit.
“At my age… having sex with someone who isn’t my spouse—especially my son—is a little absurd, don’t you think? Normally, fathers don’t do this with their sons.”
“Th-that’s….”
“So here’s what we’ll do. Instead of being my son, you’ll be my wife.”
“W-what?”
“When we’re fucking, call me ‘Darling’ instead of ‘Daddy.’ What do you think? That should work, right?”
It was an absurd demand. But there was no easier way to test how deeply the hypnosis had taken hold. There were plenty of other titles—Master, for example—but Hyeontae had chosen Darling. It was the one Hyeonjun would never say voluntarily, the most taboo option. As he waited for an answer, Hyeontae gripped Hyeonjun’s hips, lifting and twisting him slightly, subtly pressuring him for a response.
“Hah… ahn! D-Darling?”
Hyeonjun blinked slowly, confused. This man was his father—well, stepfather-to-be, his mother’s future husband. And now he was being told to call him Darling, to play the role of his wife.
“Yes. Darling. When we’re fucking, when you’re begging for my cock, you call me Darling.”
Hyeontae spoke crisply, as if discussing a business contract. His casual tone, combined with the way he kept lifting and teasing Hyeonjun’s body, left no room for rational thought. The hypnosis had already blurred the lines between suggestion and reality, and Hyeontae was pouring fuel on the fire. When Hyeonjun hesitated, he scolded him more sternly.
“I thought my Hyeonjun was quick on the uptake. Didn’t I just say married couples have sex? So you call me what a wife would call her husband. Is that so hard to understand?”
It was a test of how far he could push. Under Hyeontae’s dominating gaze, Hyeonjun finally nodded in submission.
“Y-yes… Darling. I’ll call you Darling….”
“Good. Only when we’re fucking or when you want my cock. Got it?”
“Yes….”
Hyeonjun obeyed, nodding. Satisfied, Hyeontae gripped his waist and lifted him sharply before slamming him back down. At the very least, this title would serve as a marker—proof the hypnosis was working. As Hyeontae thrust up into him, Hyeonjun clung to his neck, moaning as ordered.
“Aah! Darling…! Ah, nngh, it’s good…!”
The way he followed instructions so perfectly sent a shiver down Hyeontae’s spine. If he was this obedient, further suggestions would take hold easily. After a few more rough lifts, Hyeontae stopped again and asked:
“Hyeonjun, why do married couples have sex?”
“Uh… hngh?”
“Why do married couples have sex?”
Caught off guard again, Hyeonjun stared blankly. Hyeontae always asked these questions at the peak of pleasure, just as Hyeonjun was teetering on the edge of orgasm. Frustrated, Hyeonjun squirmed, hoping that answering would earn him more thrusts.
“B-because it feels good…? Or… to make a baby….”
The first answer was too primal, not what Hyeontae wanted, so he quickly added the second. Hyeontae laughed deeply at the response, the vibration of his cock inside Hyeonjun making him whimper.
“Good. You’re smart. To make a baby, right? So… I’d like it if you got pregnant, Hyeonjun.”
“P-pregnant…?”
“What, you don’t think you can? If you can’t get pregnant… then why bother with sex at all?”
“Th-that’s….”
Hyeonjun just wanted to be fucked, but Hyeontae was deliberately toying with him, making it sound like pregnancy was a condition for sex. The threat made Hyeonjun panic.
“You’ve always wanted to be pregnant, haven’t you, Hyeonjun? Since forever?”
Unaware that every question was another layer of hypnosis, Hyeonjun nodded frantically. Each time he hesitated, Hyeontae lifted him slightly, pulling his cock nearly all the way out. The slime’s fluids dripped down the shaft, and as the tip barely stayed inside, Hyeonjun grew desperate.
“I-I do! I want to be pregnant, Darling…!”
Pleased with the eager response, Hyeontae yanked him down hard. The sudden impalement stole Hyeonjun’s breath as he stiffened, his inner walls stretched around the intrusion.
“Good boy. Smart choice.”
With that, Hyeontae began ruthlessly pounding into him. Each upward thrust was like a reward for his compliance, and Hyeonjun, unable to even swallow his own saliva, clung to Hyeontae, panting.
“Ahn! It’s g-good…! Ah, Darling, ahh…! So good, ah…!”
The wet sounds of flesh slapping filled the living room. Naked, riding his father’s cock, Hyeonjun was the picture of debauchery. Hyeontae hadn’t expected him to fall this far in just two days of hypnosis. Gripping his slender waist, Hyeontae fucked him hard before burying himself deep and coming inside him. So much cum spilled out between them.
“Hah… hah… this should… get you pregnant….”
“Good. You’ll have to take care of our baby, won’t you?”
Even in the afterglow, Hyeonjun absently rubbed his flat stomach. It was smooth, toned—never the kind of belly that would swell with pregnancy. Yet the hypnosis had rewired his mind. He believed he’d always wanted this. The absurdity, the shock of it, amused Hyeontae to no end.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
