Newlyweds

8:20 AM, Office.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“Hello, Manager.”

Greetings fly in from all directions as Seong-hyeon tilts his neck to the side, hearing the cracking sound of his stiff muscles. What could make him so tired? He only went grocery shopping and slept over the weekend.

Puzzled by his heavy and aching body, Seong-hyeon tilts his head. He doesn’t feel rested, even though he slept… Lately, work hasn’t been busy, so why does he feel this way?

As Seong-hyeon sits at his desk with a serious expression, a junior colleague approaches him cheerfully.

“Manager, have you seen that?”

“Huh? What?”

“That popular app these days.”

“What app?”

If you’re going to speak, do it clearly. Seong-hyeon frowns, and the colleague, sensing his discomfort, quickly explains.

“You know, that self-hypnosis app.”

“Self-hypnosis app?”

Seong-hyeon searches his memory, still frowning, as the colleague continues.

“The one with the ad that says, ‘You can do anything you want.’ Some people used it to lose weight successfully, and others improved their grades. It’s all the rage now.”

“It’s probably all a scam.”

Seong-hyeon scoffs. Self-hypnosis? What nonsense…

“I thought so too, but my friend’s little brother really improved his grades thanks to that app.”

“He must have studied hard.”

“No, he wasn’t the type to do that, Manager! His mom even installed the app on his phone and forced him to use it.”

“……”

“Apparently, you write down what you want to hypnotize yourself with, and it sets alarms for [Execution Content] at specific times.”

Forced self-hypnosis sounds strange. Self-hypnosis is supposed to be done by oneself, so if someone else forces it, is it still self-hypnosis? And if it can hypnotize others, isn’t that dangerous?

“Anyway, the developer of that app is so lucky. The app is a huge hit, and he made a fortune.”

“……Is that so?”

Seong-hyeon is slightly interested in the part about making lots of money.

“Yes. I heard he’s quite young but made a fortune thanks to that app. Rumor has it he’s worth hundreds of billions…”

“Hundreds of billions?”

“It wasn’t just a hit in Korea. Even big foreign companies were trying to get exclusive rights to the app.”

“Lucky bastard.”

The mention of money piqued Seong-hyeon’s interest slightly, but hearing about someone else’s success wasn’t exactly enjoyable.

It has nothing to do with me anyway.

Feeling bitter, Seong-hyeon sneered.

“I think he’s around the same age as you, Manager…”

Seong-hyeon’s face twisted in annoyance.

Some people have it easy, counting money with their toes, while I have to listen to stories about other people’s success on a Monday morning. Irritated, Seong-hyeon roughly pushed the junior colleague’s head away.

“Ouch! Manager!”

“Get back to work.”

Ignoring the colleague’s complaints, Seong-hyeon turned on his monitor. He tapped his desk aimlessly for a moment before turning his head.

“What’s the name of that app, anyway?”

***

2:32 PM.

For most working people, every workday is tough, but Mondays are the worst. There’s so much to do, yet time seems to crawl. If you’re busy, at least time should fly. After grudgingly finishing his morning tasks and hastily eating lunch, Seong-hyeon finally had a moment to catch his breath. Feeling a strange, tingling sensation in his lower abdomen, he stood up from his seat.

“Huh? Where are you going, Manager?”

“Bathroom.”

The colleague’s eyes widened at Seong-hyeon’s curt response.

“Again? You’ve been going to the bathroom a lot today.”

What do you mean, ‘again‘? This idiot. When did I go to the bathroom? Instead of responding, Seong-hyeon hurried out of the office. As he walked down the hallway, he felt a throbbing sensation in his lower body. Although it was unfamiliar, Seong-hyeon understood it instinctively. Ah, maybe it’s because the fake cock my dear put in this morning tore a little when I took it out. With work being so hectic, rushing was inevitable, but if the hole was torn, his dear might be upset.

“I can’t even properly stretch my hole because I’m so busy. Fuck, I really want to quit this job.”

Seong-hyeon muttered under his breath. There wasn’t anything particularly wrong with his work life. He was reasonably trusted by his superiors, and his subordinates followed him adequately. He hadn’t made any significant achievements, but he hadn’t failed miserably either. Still, his current life wasn’t entirely satisfying.

Seong-hyeon enters the bathroom and sits on the toilet, habitually fiddling with his phone. He casually searches for the app his junior colleague mentioned earlier.

Maybe I’ll download it… Though it’s probably a scam.

He pauses as he notices that instead of a download button, there are options to delete or open the app.

“……Did I install this?”

He has no memory of doing so, yet the app is there, which is puzzling.

“What the hell?”

Feeling uneasy, he mutters a curse and presses the open button. An English logo appears, and the screen flickers. Suddenly, a file explorer screen fills up with what seems like hundreds of files.

Was this app supposed to do this?

Confused, Seong-hyeon clicks on the top file.

[Execution Date: xx/xx. Saturday.]

The date displayed is from last Saturday.

[Execution Content: Yoon Seong-hyeon goes to the mart with his dear and sucks his cock.]

What the hell?

The statement following his name is so absurd that Seong-hyeon’s face contorts in disbelief.

Dear? Go to the mart and suck…

Suddenly, a flash of light illuminates his mind, like a dark room suddenly lit up.

‘Huh…’

He hears his own panting breath echoing in his ears.

‘Seong-hyeon’

Someone calls his name softly. With that sound, strange memories flood his mind unbidden. He sees himself wearing a white shirt and a long cardigan, standing with some man.

“……What the…”

A strange feeling overwhelms him, and he swallows hard. His throat feels parched and tight.

‘Yoon Seong-hyeon’

The lingering voice grows clearer, stirring his memories. A local mart, a secluded spot in the outdoor parking lot. Did I go to the mart that day? But the car… Who did I go with?

‘Already want to suck my cock?’

The unfamiliar voice asks crudely, yet the tone is gentle and intimate.

In the memory, Seong-hyeon’s face is flushed red as he nods eagerly.

“Uh, uh… Seong-hyeon wants to suck your cock, dear.”

A low chuckle echoes.

‘You just drank my cum less than an hour ago, Yoon Seong-hyeon. And you want more already??’

‘I’m sorry, dear. But I want it…’

‘You have to wait, Seong-hyeon. We can’t just stop shopping to do this.’

‘But…’

Disappointed, Seong-hyeon lowers his head and unbuttons his cardigan, revealing his chest.

‘My nipples are tingling, dear.’

His nipples, which should be hidden under a t-shirt, are exposed through large holes cut into the fabric. The pink, erect nipples stand out, clearly visible and well-used. His chest is plump and inviting, showing signs of frequent attention.

‘Can’t you touch my chest while I suck your cock?’

Seong-hyeon acts coquettishly, like a submissive mate seeking favor from a stronger male. The man’s laughter pricks his skin.

‘Did you wear that shirt with holes to the mart, Seong-hyeon?’

‘Yes, I have to wear something easy for you to touch.’

It’s his duty to make his body accessible for his dear’s pleasure. Seong-hyeon lifts his cardigan, revealing his plump buttocks, barely covered by jeans with the seat cut out. A small plug is visible between his cheeks.

‘At home, I only wear what you like, and outside, I wear clothes that make it easy for you to touch and fuck me.’

‘Our Seong-hyeon is so smart.’

The man praises him with a laugh. Seong-hyeon smiles brightly and wiggles his hips slightly. A large hand rests firmly on his buttocks, kneading them expertly.

‘And you even wore a plug.’

‘Mmm… So I don’t leak any cum. I have to be modest…’

Seong-hyeon murmurs, lifting his hips, guiding the man’s hand towards the plug. The man playfully moves his hand away, teasing him. Everything around him is hazy, but the image of himself presenting his buttocks is vivid.

‘Ah!’

Seong-hyeon lets out a frustrated moan and looks back reproachfully.

‘Dear…’

His face is filled with blatant desire, begging for what he wants.

‘Do it yourself without using your hands. If you can, I’ll give it to you, Seong-hyeon.’

At the man’s words, Seong-hyeon’s face brightens.

‘Yes, dear.’

Obediently, Seong-hyeon squats down and assumes the position, seemingly unconcerned about being in the mart’s outdoor parking lot. He spreads his legs wide, his face contorting with effort as he tries to push out the foreign object blocking his entrance.

“Huh, uh…”

He grunts, struggling to expel the plug from his body. His knees are firmly planted on the ground, lips tightly pressed together as his body trembles with exertion. Slowly, the end of the plug emerges, revealing beads attached to it.

One, two, three.

The beads drop onto the asphalt with a soft thud. A trickle of fluid follows, dripping from his gaping hole onto the dark, wet pavement—evidence of his desperate desire to be filled.

“Dear… I…?”

Seong-hyeon smiles vacantly, his forehead glistening with sweat, hair sticking to his skin. His eyes are glazed over, drool dripping from his mouth as he gazes up, devoid of reason.

“Yoon Seong-hyeon, do you know where you are?”

The man nudges Seong-hyeon’s crotch with his foot. Seong-hyeon eagerly presents his erection, not caring about their public setting.

“It’s the x mart parking lot.”

“So you’re in heat, pulling out your plug and dripping in a place where people come to shop? Why are you so lewd, hmm?”

“I’m sorry, dear… But when I see you… I can’t help it…”

Seong-hyeon’s voice trails off into sobs, frustrated by the man’s teasing despite promising a reward for removing the plug himself.

“What happens when you see me?”

“When I see you… I just… want to be fucked…”

“You want to be fucked, hmm?”

Seong-hyeon nods vigorously, looking up with tear-filled eyes, desperate for fulfillment.

“Then beg for it, Seong-hyeon.”

At the command, Seong-hyeon eagerly spreads his legs wider, lifting his hips to display his quivering entrance. He uses his fingers to spread his soft, pink opening, revealing the glistening wetness within.

“I… I am Yoon Seong-hyeon, who loves your cock so much.”

“Don’t you love any man’s cock, Seong-hyeon?”

“No, only yours. Your cock is the best in the world. I love it the most.”

Seong-hyeon shakes his head vehemently, professing his devotion.

“That’s why I only do what you like. I take your cum in all my holes and worked hard to make my chest attractive for you.”

“Did your chest really get bigger?”

“Yes, now my breasts are so big that I have to wear a bra to work. And I only wear the bras you bought for me.”

“But your nipples are still too small. That’s why I can’t put a ring on them.”

“I’ll make my nipples bigger too! I’ll make them big enough so you can do whatever you want.”

“You still can’t get pregnant because you don’t have a womb, Seong-hyeon.”

“I’ll make a womb too. I’ll do anything you want, dear.”

“Sounds like you’re just saying whatever to get fucked right now.”

“No, dear. I’ll do anything for you.”

Seong-hyeon awkwardly shifts his body, lifting his hips higher.

“I always keep my pussy ready for you. So, dear…”

He begs pitifully, presenting himself to the man.

“Haah…, Yoon Seong-hyeon.”

A soft sigh is heard, followed by a rough exclamation.

“Fuck. You’re really good at begging for cock.”

With a mix of admiration and frustration, the man forcefully pushes Seong-hyeon’s body back.

“Ah!”

A sound of pleasure mixed with a cry escapes Seong-hyeon’s lips, followed by rough breathing, the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and a sudden thrust.

“Aah! Dear, ohh! Ah!”

Seong-hyeon’s moans of pleasure echo as the memory fades away.

Clatter….

The phone slips from Seong-hyeon’s hand, clattering onto the bathroom floor, much like how he had been sprawled on the ground in his memory, taking the man’s cock from behind.

“What the fuck… is this?”

Seong-hyeon is pale and speechless, unable to pick up the fallen phone. He can’t believe that the lewd scene in his memory, where he begged for sex in public, could be real.

“……What the hell is this bullshit?”

He curses, trying to stand up, but pauses. His trembling fingers trace over his well-buttoned shirt, feeling uneasy about its thickness.

As he feels his chest, he hurriedly unbuttons his shirt, revealing a bra underneath.