Amnesia 41

Meanwhile, the two boys who had been waiting for Jihun—who had gone to fetch the ball—grew increasingly anxious as the sun set and he still hadn’t returned. At first, Hyeonjun had sneered, That idiot Jihun, acting all high and mighty, and now he’s paying for it with his whole body. But even he began to worry about Jihun as time passed. Hyeontae, who had said he’d just check on the villa, returned to the campsite much sooner than Jihun.

“Haven’t you seen Jihun?”

“Hmm? Did he go somewhere?”

“He kicked the ball, and it flew really far.”

“There’s only that one side path nearby…. I’ll go look for him, so don’t worry too much. There’s nowhere particularly dangerous around here.”

Hyeontae had received word from his employees that a guest was arriving. Only then did he realize the guest was none other than Jihun, who had gone to find the ball. The situation was taking an interesting turn. Hyeontae played dumb in front of the boys. Originally, he had planned to have them all engage in a group orgy—sober this time, unlike last time in the secluded park—but it seemed he needed to adjust his plans slightly. Jihun meeting his people so soon was unexpected. While the flashback-induced brainwashing had been effective, experimenting with a different approach wouldn’t hurt. More importantly, even if the effects were minimal, the boys’ minds were already deeply corrupted enough that he could always try reconditioning them again.

As Hyeontae turned to leave, he suddenly paused, as if struck by a thought, and casually said to Seungjun:

“Seungjun, just in case… if I’m too late, could you go look for Jihun over that way? Hyeonjun’s pregnant, so it’s hard for him to move…. I’d appreciate the help.”

“…Yes. That way, right?”

“Yeah, toward the residents’ campsite. I’ll check near the villa first, but if I don’t find him there, I’ll have to go down that way too. We’ll probably find him quickly. Maybe he got lost, or—worst case—tripped and fell somewhere…. Don’t worry, I’ll take full responsibility for your safety. You two have fun.”

Hyeontae’s promise of safety was utterly unconvincing—if anything, he was the one leading them into danger. He already knew Seungjun was an obedient, submissive boy. Just as he had planned to shatter Jihun’s sense of shame, Seungjun had his own course mapped out. Hyeontae had intended to handle everything in one place once they were all together, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to test Seungjun alone first. Seungjun’s limit was his human dignity. From the start, his body had been conditioned to derive pleasure from sexual acts with animal-shaped objects, to the point where human-given pleasure no longer satisfied him. He had been the only one who hadn’t properly finished during the car ride up.

The company’s experiments had broken his dignity once, but that had been semi-forced. Now it was time for him to choose. His consciousness had already been upended through hypnosis and reality-blurring, conditioned to abandon dignity for pleasure. Today’s test would only deepen the suggestions and brainwashing embedded in him.

***

After Hyeontae left, Seungjun and Hyeonjun waited in the tent for a long time. They ended up eating dinner first, since the food they’d prepared was going cold. Hyeonjun grumbled, annoyed.

“What the hell? He said we’d have fun, but now it’s just the two of us.”

“That’s not true, Hyeonjun…. Should I go look for him?”

“You too?”

“No, I’ll just go check real quick. Uncle’s always so busy, even on weekends…. It must’ve been hard for him to make time for us. I’ll go and come back.”

“…Fine. But hurry.”

Hyeonjun looked uneasy at the thought of being left alone in the mountains. Seungjun threw on a thin outer layer, promising he’d be right back. As Hyeontae had said, darkness fell quickly in the mountains, and the air grew chilly. Though he was practically naked beneath the thin fabric, the pitch-black night made him feel less exposed.

“This way, right…?”

Seungjun wasn’t exactly fearless walking alone in the woods. The crunch of dirt underfoot sounded unnaturally loud. The moonlight offered some visibility, but the trees that had seemed so lively by day now loomed ominous and dense. After walking for a while, the soft dirt gave way to hard ground—he’d reached the residents’ campsite. Most people seemed to have retreated into their tents after sunset. The campground lights were off, and silence blanketed everything, save for the occasional murmur from a lit tent.

“Jihun?”

Seungjun called softly, not wanting to disturb anyone who might already be asleep. He whispered at first, then gradually raised his voice as he moved cautiously. But no matter how he thought about it, Jihun didn’t seem like the type to be here.

A gust of wind made the night feel even colder. Hugging himself, Seungjun scanned the area, deciding it was time to turn back. Jihun had run off naked, of course, so there was no way to contact him.

What if something bad happened?

Hyeontae had said there was nowhere dangerous to slip, but worry gnawed at him. News of summer accidents in valleys or campsites was practically a tradition.

As Seungjun fretted, something wet brushed against his leg. He jumped back in alarm. It was the nose of a large black dog, tied outside a tent. The darkness had hidden its glossy black fur. He’d nearly screamed. The dog didn’t bark or bite—just panted, tongue lolling.

“Shh… good boy.”

Six months ago, he might have cooed at a strange dog, finding it cute. But things were different now. His first experience hadn’t even been with a human. And this wasn’t some small, adorable lapdog—it was massive, nearly reaching his thigh.

“Good… good boy…”

Seungjun crouched in front of the tent and petted the dog. It seemed to enjoy the attention, panting softly in the dark. The short fur brushed against his fingers. He deliberately avoided looking at the dog as he stroked it, afraid of where his thoughts might go.

He’d fooled around with the others in the car, but it hadn’t been satisfying at all. He’d basically faked his orgasm. Skipping work for this camping trip had been a mistake. His asshole itched.

What am I thinking?

Everything that had ever fucked him had been mechanical. And this dog was real. There was no way he could do something like that. But his body was heating up. Seungjun lifted his outer layer slightly, exposing his long legs beneath the thin fabric. Crouched as he was, his cock nearly grazed the ground. One hand kept petting the dog; the other slid toward his ass. Thanks to the frequent injections of developmental lube, his hole was slick without much stimulation.

“Ugh…. Ha…”

A human cock hadn’t even satisfied him—how could fingers? The inner walls clung to his digits, but they couldn’t reach deep enough, couldn’t press against that spot. Frustrated, a whimper escaped his lips.

“Haa…, ah, ugh…”

The chill he’d felt earlier was gone; his body burned. Every nerve was focused on not shoving his ass toward the dog. It was past midnight, in the middle of a campground, and he was finger-fucking himself in the open, yet shame barely registered anymore.

“Hngh…, ugh…. Ah, please…”

Fuck me hard.

He wanted to be ruined. His eyes glazed over. Unable to hold back, Seungjun collapsed onto the ground, knees hitting the cold cement. He kept his ass raised, fingers plunging frantically into his hole. All four fingers (minus his thumb) pistoned in and out of the tender flesh. If a camper stepped out now, they’d see everything—but he couldn’t stop.

“Ugh, ughh… ah…”

His ragged moans sounded almost animalistic. Seungjun had been conditioned not to beg or obey with words, but to whimper like a beast.

The black dog, which had been watching him pant and whine as he masturbated, finally stood. Even crouched, Seungjun was dwarfed by its size. The dog pressed its nose against his ass and sniffed. The cold muzzle against his fingers sent a shiver down his spine; hot breath followed. Goosebumps erupted. He should’ve pushed the dog away, stood up—

But a fragile thread of anticipation pinned him to the ground. His body arched slightly toward the dog, his asshole fluttering around his fingers.

The dog lapped at his ass with its long tongue, dragging the wet, rough surface up in broad strokes. The fingers buried inside him grew slick. The dog licked eagerly between his spread cheeks. Seungjun clapped a hand over his mouth—any second, a lewd sound might slip out. The wet slurp of the dog’s tongue filled the clearing.

He wasn’t even being stimulated on his prostate, yet he was rock hard. Seungjun pulled his fingers free, fully surrendering to the dog’s attention. The tongue traced his balls, his cock, leaving everything damp. His breath grew ragged.

“Hngh… hngh…”

A dog licking a human wasn’t unusual—dogs licked whatever was in front of them. Seungjun turned his head to look. The dog was still buried between his cheeks, lapping. Had it found the slickness of his hole? The tongue pushed inside, scraping. The sensation was grotesque.