Newlyweds

4:13 PM, Home.

His hand trembles as he enters the passcode into the door lock.

Beep, beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.

His shaking hands keep entering the wrong code, whether from nerves or a mind gone blank. Seong-hyeon finally manages to unlock the door and rushes inside, quickly locking it behind him. He slides down the wall, gasping for breath as if he had just run a hundred-meter dash. Sweat trickles down his face, tracing the contours of his features.

He barely remembers how he managed to leave work early and return home. His condition was so poor that even his usually disapproving supervisor noticed and sent him home. It was understandable; remembering such a thing would shake anyone to their core.

The memory of exposing himself in public, begging shamelessly, was too much to bear. The thought of opening other files in the app filled him with dread. He couldn’t imagine what other absurdities might be recorded there.

On his way home, Seong-hyeon wondered if he should go to a mental hospital or the police. The memories that surfaced in the bathroom had been completely absent from his mind until that moment. He feared that something might be seriously wrong with his brain.

But the thought of a mental hospital was unbearable. In his mind, it was a place of shame, not help. He couldn’t risk being seen there. The police seemed equally useless; they wouldn’t investigate something as bizarre as a hypnosis app.

Feeling trapped, Seong-hyeon returned home, seeking the safety of familiar surroundings. He needed to understand what was happening before he could face the world again.

Calming himself, he entered the house, automatically removing his shoes, pants, and underwear—a habit formed from the belief that one should be naked at home. On the shoe rack sat the dildo he had used that morning. Naturally, he picked it up, along with the lube beside it.

He applied the lube generously, feeling a sense of relief as he inserted the dildo into his well-prepared hole. The wet sound it made as it slid in was strangely comforting.

“Huh, ah….”

He moaned softly, feeling a mix of relief and familiarity as the dildo filled him. Despite the absurdity of the situation, this act brought him a sense of normalcy and control.

The thick part of the dildo, designed to mimic his dear’s cock, slid in with a satisfying pop, eliciting a moan from Seong-hyeon. His tense body melted into relaxation as he felt the familiar sensation. The dildo, a gift from his dear, was a cherished item, a testament to how much he was cared for. With the precious object nestled inside him, Seong-hyeon forced his body to move, resisting the urge to collapse onto the floor.

He made his way to the living room, his steps slow and careful. His eyes fell upon the massive photograph hanging on the wall—himself, legs spread wide, smiling brightly as he received someone’s cock. Below the photo, on the dresser, were several bottles of lubricant, lingerie laid out for his dear’s return, and a few favorite toys.

Everything seemed normal, just as it always was. This familiarity brought him a sense of relief.

Thank goodness. It’s safe here.

Reaching the sofa, Seong-hyeon buried his face in the cushions. A familiar, slightly pungent scent filled his nostrils, but he paid it no mind. He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the bra underneath.

“Fuck…”

His initial plan was to remove this humiliating garment in the company bathroom, but he realized he couldn’t just throw it in the trash. So, he had no choice but to wear it home.

He impatiently tore off his shirt, his rough movements causing his fingers to brush against the bra.

“…!”

A sudden, intense sensation coursed through his chest, spreading throughout his body. It was so overwhelming that his vision momentarily went white, as if reaching climax. Startled, Seong-hyeon carefully adjusted the bra.

Through the gap in the bra, he saw his plump, well-formed breasts. The nipples were erect and inviting, the skin smooth and delicate, more reminiscent of a woman’s body than a man’s.

“Fuck, what the hell is this…?”

His mind, which had briefly calmed, was now in turmoil again. Why did his chest look like this? Why did he have breasts that resembled a woman’s? He gritted his teeth, trying to regain his composure. He carefully removed the bra, feeling the cool air against his sensitive nipples. The mere act of removing it sent shivers through his body.

He couldn’t bear to look at his own chest again, so he squeezed his eyes shut. He needed to focus on something else, anything else.

First, he needed to figure out what to do next. Since going to the police or a hospital wasn’t an option, he had to solve this problem himself. To do that, he needed to open the app again and check the contents of the other files. And then…

Ah.

Before that, he needed to prepare for his dear’s return.

Remembering the more urgent task, Seong-hyeon reached down and felt around his entrance. The area was already slick and warm, the lubricant dripping and making everything wet. His hole was ready, quivering with anticipation. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he needed to do next.

As Seong-hyeon pressed around the entrance with his fingertips, the hole clenched, causing the dildo inside to shift and stimulate sensitive spots. The pleasure was both tantalizing and frustrating, making his body ache for something more substantial.

“Phone…”

After playing with his hole for a while, Seong-hyeon absentmindedly searched for his phone. He remembered leaving his bag by the front door and crawled on all fours towards it, his ass swaying with each movement.

“Mmm…”

Unconsciously, his mouth opened, drool dripping down as he craved to stop and pleasure himself again. The urge to pause and stimulate his hole was overwhelming.

But he needed to check his phone.

Yet, he wanted to touch his hole. But the phone… The hole…

Finally reaching the front door, Seong-hyeon’s body was slick with sweat. Exhausted, he reached for his bag.

Suddenly, the sound of the door unlocking echoed through the room.

“…Huh?”

Still on all fours, Seong-hyeon looked up. The front door was wide open, revealing a stranger standing there—tall, broad-shouldered, with a strong jawline that gave him an imposing presence.

“Yoon Seong-hyeon.”

The man’s voice was gentle, yet it sent a shiver down Seong-hyeon’s spine.

“What are you doing, Seong-hyeon?”

Seong-hyeon’s vision blurred as he stared at the man.

“Phone…”

“Phone?”

The man stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He leaned down, bringing his face close to Seong-hyeon’s. The man was even more handsome up close, and Seong-hyeon gazed at him in a daze.

“What about the phone?”

“The files… I need to check…”

Seong-hyeon responded as if in a trance, then abruptly snapped back to reality. The phone, right, the files on the phone. He was trying to understand what was happening to him. Something was off. Who was this man, and why was he in his house? How did he know the door code?

“Files? Ah.”

Watching Seong-hyeon’s eyes regain focus, the man nodded, an amused expression on his face.

“Ah, I see.”

He reached out and gently touched Seong-hyeon’s hair.

“Did it all unravel?”

“D-Don’t touch me!”

With a swift motion, Seong-hyeon wanted to slap the man’s hand away, but his own hands were firmly planted on the floor. He tried to back away, but his body felt as light as a feather, unable to resist the man’s touch. No, it wasn’t that his body was light; it was as if he instinctively couldn’t refuse the man. This realization gave Seong-hyeon a sense of certainty.

The man standing before him was the cause of everything.

“Hmm. It’s unraveling, but not completely.”

Despite Seong-hyeon’s protests, the man seemed amused, his fingers gently tracing Seong-hyeon’s forehead, cheek, and nape. The touch was infuriating, yet Seong-hyeon couldn’t bring himself to shout or push the man away. Instead, a moan escaped his lips.

“Ah, ah…”

The sound of his own pleasure made Seong-hyeon’s face flush with embarrassment. The man, pleased, chuckled softly and tapped his cheek.

“You’re being so cute.”

“Stop…”

Fear gripped Seong-hyeon as he realized his body was not obeying his will. His mouth moved independently, and his limbs refused to respond. The unknown man before him was terrifying. To hide his fear, Seong-hyeon shouted.

“Who the hell are you?! You did this to me, didn’t you?!”

His voice trembled, betraying his fear. He remained on all fours, glaring at the man, unaware of his compromising position.

The man gazed down at Seong-hyeon, taking in the sight of his exposed chest, glistening with sweat, and his erect cock brushing against his belly. His flushed face and disheveled hair only added to the allure. The man found the sight immensely satisfying.

Maybe I should have him greet me like this from now on.

Even though the hypnosis was unraveling, Seong-hyeon still remembered who his master was, presenting himself in such an arousing manner. This deserved a reward.

“Who am I, Seong-hyeon?”

The man grinned and reached out, gently twisting Seong-hyeon’s left nipple.

“Ah!”

“I’m your dear, remember?”

“Bullshit… Ahh!”

“The one who always satisfies your hungry hole. Did you forget?”

“No, that’s not… Ah, ah, ah…”

“There’s no use denying it. Everyone knows I’m your dear.”

“You fucking… Ah, ah, haah…”

“If you need proof, should I call your father? I was planning to contact him today anyway.”

The man pressed firmly on Seong-hyeon’s left nipple while retrieving the phone from Seong-hyeon’s bag. He easily unlocked it and dialed a number from the contacts. Seong-hyeon’s eyes widened in shock as he saw the screen display “Father.”

“No, please, ahh!”

Seong-hyeon’s body convulsed as the dildo thrust deep inside, hitting a sensitive spot. Stars exploded in his vision as waves of pleasure coursed through him. The man, calm and composed, dialed a number on the phone.

After a few rings, he began speaking casually, as if it were an ordinary conversation.

“Father, it’s me. Yes. Yes. Of course. I should call more often. Yes. It’s Seong-hyeon. He’s doing well. Thanks to his upbringing, he’s very good at taking care of my cock.”

The man spoke naturally, weaving explicit and vulgar words into the conversation.

“Right now, he’s so wet down there, it’s like a flood. He can’t wait for me to fuck him, so he’s using a dildo to satisfy himself. His appetite for cock is insatiable. The other day, he even begged for it while we were at the mart.”

“No, no… That’s not true.”

Seong-hyeon desperately shook his head. This can’t be real. He’s faking it. There’s no way my father is listening to this. My father wouldn’t hear such things.

“Yes. Yes. Understood, Father.”

The man held the phone to Seong-hyeon’s ear.

-Seong-hyeon.

The voice on the other end froze Seong-hyeon in place.

“Fa… Father?”

It was his father. But how could his father…

-Even if you love cock, you should be modest, Seong-hyeon. We raised you better than this.

“What are you… Father, I… I…”

-Make sure to keep your hole tight. We don’t want people thinking you were raised poorly.

His father’s words were strange. Love for cock? Keep his hole tight? Poor upbringing?

-Don’t make things difficult for your partner. You should adapt to them to keep the household peaceful. From now on, satisfy his cock morning and night, and maybe he’ll be less frustrated… Seong-hyeon, are you listening to me?

“……Ah.”

This must be a dream. It has to be a dream. There’s no way this situation is real. It can’t be.

Seeing Seong-hyeon’s dazed expression, the man chuckled. Always acting tough, but his mental state was fragile. That hadn’t changed.

The man took the phone from Seong-hyeon’s ear and resumed the call.

“Father, Seong-hyeon seems a bit tired. I’ll call you back later. Yes, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of him. Yes. Talk to you soon.”

He ended the call politely and placed the phone on the floor. Seong-hyeon’s eyes were unfocused, staring blankly into space. The man gently stroked his cheek, whispering softly,

“You’re so cute when you’re like this.”

The man tilted his head, looking down at Seong-hyeon.

“Yoon Seong-hyeon.”

Hearing his name, Seong-hyeon slowly met the man’s gaze, his eyes clouded with confusion, denying the reality before him. This can’t be real, he thought.

“Do you know who I am?”

Seong-hyeon shook his head. He didn’t know this man.

“Think carefully. Very carefully.”

The man’s soft voice echoed gently in the entrance. For a moment, it overlapped with a memory, a voice from the past.

‘Look closely. Don’t you recognize me?’

‘We went to the same school.’

‘Long time no see, Yoon Seong-hyeon.’

Memories flickered like a flame, resurfacing one by one.

“You! It’s you!”

Seong-hyeon’s eyes widened as he stared at the man before him. It was him—the same guy from high school, the one he used to bully, the one whose eye he had nearly blinded.

Looking closely, Seong-hyeon noticed a faint scar near the man’s eye, a remnant of the injury he had inflicted. The man smiled, noticing Seong-hyeon’s gaze.

“Remember my name?”

“How the hell would I know that?!”

Seong-hyeon cursed vehemently, but the man remained calm, his chin still resting on his hand, watching Seong-hyeon’s smooth, round ass as it moved with each struggle. He hadn’t kissed Seong-hyeon today, a rare occurrence since their reunion. He felt a twinge of regret but didn’t dwell on it.

“If you’re upset about what happened in high school…”

“First, Seong-hyeon,” the man interrupted, not listening to a word Seong-hyeon said.

“Present your ass for me to touch.”

“……What?”

“Present your ass so I can touch your pussy.”

The man repeated himself, gesturing with his hand. Seong-hyeon hesitated, feeling his body move on its own, obeying the man’s command.

“Why… Why should I…?”

“Why? Because I want to touch your pussy, that’s why.”

The man casually reached out and grabbed Seong-hyeon’s ass cheek, squeezing the firm flesh in his large hand. Seong-hyeon flinched, his ass trembling. Before he knew it, his ass was positioned towards the man, ready and willing. The man swiftly pulled out the dildo lodged deep inside Seong-hyeon.

“Ah, ahhh!”

Seong-hyeon’s upper body slid down to the floor, his ass lifting higher into the air.

“Wow, you’re such a slut.”

Seong-hyeon struggled to move his body, but his sweaty hands kept slipping on the floor. Why? Why did his ass feel so strange? No, more importantly, why was he obeying this man’s commands?

“Isn’t this strange?”

Of course, it’s strange.

“It’s because the hypnosis is wearing off. If it fully wears off or stays completely intact, there wouldn’t be anything strange about it.”

Fully worn off?

“Yes. If it fully wears off, you won’t move according to my words anymore.”

How do I make that happen?

“My name.”

Your name?

“Yes. My name. If you remember my name, Seong-hyeon, everything will unravel.”

Your name? Really?

“Yes. But now is not the time for that.”

The man smiled and gently tugged Seong-hyeon’s hair.

“Spread your legs, Seong-hyeon.”

***

7:21 PM, Dining Room.

Seong-hyeon’s body felt heavy, as if weights were tied to his limbs. Lying face down on the smooth, crisp sheet, he tried to move, but his body wouldn’t budge. Not even a finger twitched. What the… What is this… Oh.

My dear did this. I’m just a Dutch Wife now, only able to feel and receive his cum to move or speak…

His thoughts didn’t linger. Something slick and smooth thrust in and out between his wide-open legs, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. The familiar scent of his dear filled his nostrils as he unconsciously moaned into the sheet. But the creaking of the bed drowned out his pleas.

Something hot and hard moved beneath him, the heat pulsating in his sensitive hole. Seong-hyeon knew it was his dear’s cock, loving every moment of it. Naturally, a sense of happiness washed over him. His dear was showing affection with his cock.

“Ah, ah…!”

The thick shaft, lodged in his entrance, began to move in earnest, the wet, slapping sounds filling the air. His stretched hole conformed to the cock’s every movement, the ridges and veins rubbing against his inner walls. The friction created a warm, tingling sensation that spread from his hole down to his perineum, the wetness dripping down his thighs. The feeling was so vivid, as if his entire body was on fire.

Seong-hyeon’s body trembled as the man continued to thrust, as if trying to imprint the shape of his cock inside him. Faster, harder, Seong-hyeon unconsciously clenched his muscles, trying to draw the man deeper. The man let out a low groan as Seong-hyeon’s tight entrance gripped him tightly.

The man’s cock, slick and hot, slid in and out, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. Seong-hyeon’s body shook with each powerful thrust, his hole clenching and releasing around the invading member.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

The man’s breath came in ragged gasps as he pounded into Seong-hyeon, the bed creaking loudly beneath them. Seong-hyeon could do nothing but lie there, taking it, his body convulsing with pleasure. His cock, trapped beneath him, leaked precum onto the sheets, soaking them.

More, faster, harder. Seong-hyeon’s vision blurred as waves of pleasure coursed through him. He could think of nothing else, only wanting the thick, hard cock to fill him deeper, faster.

“Seong-hyeon.”

The man’s voice, a whisper amidst the rough breaths, stirred a faint memory. Someone had called him like that, long ago. But the memory was fleeting, shattering like a bubble.

“Ahhh!”

The man’s cock pulsed inside him, releasing hot streams of cum that coated his insides. Seong-hyeon’s body convulsed as he received the load, his own orgasm ripping through him. He turned his head to the side, moaning in pleasure, saying all the right things to please his dear.

“Ah, ah, yes! Dear, your cum… it’s filling me up… so good…”

The man chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through Seong-hyeon’s sensitive hole. He hadn’t pulled out yet, and Seong-hyeon could feel every twitch of his cock inside him.

“Looks like you don’t want to go to work today, Seong-hyeon. Saying such sweet things.”

Seong-hyeon blinked, not fully understanding the man’s words. Even after cumming multiple times, the man’s cock was still hard and ready. He began to move again, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

“I should call your work, let them know you won’t be coming in today. You’re feeling a bit under the weather, aren’t you?”

With his cock still buried deep inside Seong-hyeon, the man reached for the phone on the side table.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Seong-hyeon moaned as the man’s cock hit all the right spots inside him, his body shaking with each thrust. The phone was pressed to his ear, and he heard a voice on the other end.

“Hello, Manager? It’s me… Today, I… I can’t come in… I’m not feeling well… The heat… It’s too much… I need to rest… It’s okay… I’ll be fine tomorrow…”

The sound of keys tapping filled the air as Seong-hyeon struggled to form coherent sentences, his voice punctuated by moans of pleasure.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

The call ended, and the man tossed the phone aside, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. Seong-hyeon’s world narrowed down to the sensation of the cock inside him, everything else fading away.