8
Following Hyeontae’s orders, the two of them put their clothes back on properly. When they stepped out of the car, all memory of their recent debauchery had vanished—only a faint dizziness lingered.
“Ah, Jihun, you’re pretty strong, right? Could you help me with something?”
Hyeontae asked as he opened the trunk. Inside was a large box. Jihun helped Hyeontae carry it into Hyeonjun’s home. The moment the door opened, the same cloying scent from the car—Hyeontae’s signature hypnotic fragrance—engulfed them. Under its influence, Hyeonjun naturally began undressing as he stepped inside. Jihun watched, bewildered, as Hyeontae explained:
“Oh, in our house, the rule is to take off your clothes when you’re indoors. Jihun, you should put that box down and undress too.”
“Ah… okay.”
Jihun quickly complied, stripping off his clothes. His sun-kissed, muscular body was on full display again—sharp contrast to Hyeonjun’s slender, pale frame, adorned only by the two rose-colored nipple piercings. Hyeontae locked the front door with a smirk.
“Boys, let’s have dinner.”
Hyeontae prepared a meal for them. To Hyeonjun’s surprise, he was actually a decent cook. His parents had never bothered with domestic chores, so he’d learned to fend for himself early. Having someone cook for him felt strange. Meanwhile, Jihun gushed between mouthfuls:
“This is amazing, sir! Better than my mom’s cooking!”
Just minutes ago, he’d been eagerly swallowing the driver’s cum. Hyeontae chuckled warmly and made an offer:
“You’re welcome to visit anytime, Jihun. If you’re Hyeonjun’s friend, you’re always welcome. I’ve always had this… fatherly dream of spending time with my son.”
“Yeah, Hyeonjun, you’re so lucky. Your dad’s great.”
“Right. Jihun, do you get along with your father? I’ve always dreamed of family trips or camping. Do you do things like that?”
“Uh… when I was little, I’d go to the bathhouse with him, but we stopped as I got older. You know how it is—kids get busy with school, so we just hang out at home instead of going out.”
“Now that you’re both in college, you should balance work and play. When the semester ends, let’s all go somewhere together.”
“I’d love that!”
“…Sure.”
Hyeonjun’s response was lukewarm. If you like him so much, why don’t you just make him your son instead? he thought bitterly, setting down his spoon. Sensing his resistance, Hyeontae smiled. The hypnosis was working perfectly. Alone with Hyeontae, Hyeonjun was obedient to the point of desperation, clinging to him even as he was bent over and taken. But with Jihun—this third party—in the house, his attitude reverted closer to his original defiance. The hypnosis must be context-dependent, stronger in isolation. Just like in the car, he was submissive during sex but otherwise sullen.
“Jihun, have you thought about jobs yet? Hmm, maybe that’s too early for a first-year.”
“Oh… my brothers said to just have fun until they finish military service, so I’m not in a rush. I’ll think about it later. The school has career seminars during breaks, so I’ll check those out.”
“Makes sense—you forget everything after the army anyway. Enjoy yourself while you can. I’m not against fun. Speaking of which…”
Hyeontae casually broached what might be the final destination of his hypnotic games.
“Huh? Go on, sir.”
“If the opportunity comes up later… would you like to work at my company?”
“Really? As an intern?”
“If you do well during the internship, of course I’ll hire you full-time. You saw my car, right? It’s not some cutthroat corporation.”
“Wow… Hyeonjun, I’m gonna ask your dad to adopt me.”
“Go ahead.”
“Wait, seriously? You’re not joking?”
This was the first Hyeonjun had heard of any internship offer. Is this why he told me to bring a friend? The thought soured his mood further. Jihun’s enthusiasm grated on him.
“Haha, no need to go that far—I can give you plenty of opportunities. I’m very invested in youth employment. Earlier, I asked if you were strong because my company actually needs some manual labor. You handled that heavy box well, so I think you’d fit. Done eating?”
“Yes. Need me to do something?”
“Already so eager to please? Haha, no tasks for now. We did a quick ‘physical’ in the car, right? Just extending that a bit… Since you’re here, want to test your career aptitude?”
“Sure. Sounds good.”
Hyeonjun’s irritation deepened as they chatted like he wasn’t there. He couldn’t pinpoint why it bothered him so much. It wasn’t like he liked Hyeontae or wanted his attention. Yet something about this dynamic grated on him, and he couldn’t articulate why.
“Alright, Jihun, come here.”
Hyeontae patted the sofa—the same one where he fucked Hyeonjun daily. Jihun stood before him while Hyeonjun remained at the kitchen table, watching.
“Turn around, kneel on the sofa facing away from me, and lift your ass up. Good. Now spread your cheeks and show me inside.”
The aphrodisiac-laced lube from earlier had left Jihun’s hole swollen and flushed. The tender pink flesh inside his tanned ass was obscenely vivid. Hyeontae hadn’t missed how Jihun had squirmed and blushed during dinner. The aphrodisiac was clearly working—his hole must be aching by now.
“To work at my company, you need stamina… and a sturdy hole. You took the dildo pretty well earlier. Mind if I test your stretch with my fingers?”
Hyeontae’s tone was clinical, like a fitness instructor. Jihun bit back a moan and obeyed, pressing a finger into his own hole.
“Ngh—!”
The aphrodisiac’s full effect hit as his body heat triggered the lube. His ass clenched around his finger, restless and needy. Hyeontae smirked at the sight of Jihun’s hole greedily milking his own digit.
“Jihun, what’s taking so long? Put your finger in. Or are you failing the pre-screening?”
“N-no, I just… got distracted.”
Flustered, Jihun resumed pushing his finger inside. The deeper it went, the fuzzier his mind became, his lower half throbbing with growing urgency. His breathing grew ragged without him noticing. Hyeontae was impressed—his own son would’ve been begging to be fucked by now, even mid-conversation or meal. But Jihun, despite being susceptible to hypnosis, had remarkable willpower and endurance. Hyeontae rested his chin on his hand, calculating how best to break him.
“I—I got it all in.”
“Good. Now try another finger.”
“Ugh… nngh…”
Jihun added more fingers. The stretch made his hole burn, but the ache only fueled his desperation. Without even being told, he frantically worked four fingers inside, fucking himself raw.
“Very healthy. Let’s end the hole test here—pull your fingers out.”
“P-pull them out…? Ugh… nn—”
Reluctantly, Jihun withdrew his slick fingers, glistening with lube and precum. His hole twitched, empty and unsatisfied.
“Hah… sir, how much longer is this test?”
Jihun asked. Hyeontae pretended to consider it.
“Hmm… too much for you? Should we stop?”
“N-no, it’s not that—”
Jihun bit back his real complaint. Hyeontae knew exactly what he wanted but teased him mercilessly.
“Next is the nipple endurance test. Up for it? Jihun, lift your chest for me.”
“My chest…?”
At the command, Jihun cupped his own breasts. His athletic build gave him surprisingly full, firm pecs. Hyeontae murmured appreciatively, already imagining how they’d look developed for lactation. I’ll have to give him a parting gift before he leaves, he thought.
“Your chest passes too. With this physique, you could intern right now. But you look tired… maybe we should wrap up. Unless… you’d rather have what you really want?”
Hyeontae freed his cock and held it to Jihun’s lips. The moment he saw it, the hypnotic suggestion kicked in—Jihun’s tongue darted out instinctively, licking the tip.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
