The Man with Hypnotic Powers Doesn’t Hold Back the Second Time Around

The sudden news struck like a lightning bolt: Seol Hayeon was in critical condition.

It was more than enough to send Seo Yujin, the S-Class rank #1 and current Association Chair, sprinting.

No matter that she was retired. He still had a soft spot for her, built up over the years. Yujin intended to treat her himself without hesitation.

"So the old lady’s dementia is finally acting up!"
I’ll get there right away, but please don’t paint the walls with feces!

Of course, Yujin was wildly mistaken. The notion that she needed him instead of Ryu Suyeon made him assume it was dementia.

The consequences of his assumption were dire.

—Bang!

"Principal! Are you alri—"

"Kuh… kuhhh…"

The moment he flung open the office door, he froze.

There lay Seol Hayeon, completely naked, groaning softly on the sofa.

To Yujin’s eyes, it was a sight no less harmful than a biohazard.

"Quick, treat her immediately—"
"Uweeehhhh!!!"
"What’s wrong with you?!"

His body reacted on instinct, retching violently. Deep within his psyche, the part of him that labeled himself “the breeding guy” recoiled in horror, crying, That’s rotten!

"Are you sick too?! Well, no choice then. I’ll examine you myself, so take off your clothes—"
"You little—Paimon! Get down and headbutt the floor, now!"
"Kuhhh!!? M-my horns!!!"
"You vile little punching bag, you tried to assassinate her?!"

Yujin’s disgust quickly turned to fury.

After all, Paimon was a demon by nature. Yujin knew her penchant for mischief well enough to suspect her immediately.

Without waiting for an explanation, he unsheathed his katana.

The blade darted toward Paimon’s neck, ready to cleave—

"Stop! Don’t do it…!"
"…Huh? Principal?"

—Pause.

"Kyaaaa!!!"

The blade stopped mere millimeters from Paimon’s neck.

The demoness, having narrowly avoided decapitation, trembled in fear. She may have wet herself a little, but Yujin couldn’t have cared less.

His mind began to race.

It’s not dementia, is it? If it were, she wouldn’t have summoned me so desperately. And if she were trying to kill someone, wouldn’t she have… done something more extreme? Besides, Paimon can’t harm me thanks to the hypnosis.

Step by step, he ruled out the possibilities.

His katana slid back into its sheath with a metallic clink.

—Clang.

And I didn’t hypnotize the principal. That precaution I left in place during the last raid should still be working. So, she didn’t strip because of hypnosis…
Wait. Why does her voice sound so weak? Could she actually be sick?

Looking at Seol Hayeon’s frail condition, Yujin’s face darkened.

Now wasn’t the time for dry-heaving or baseless accusations.

"Paimon, tell me exactly what happened. No distortions, no tricks, no attempts to deceive me. Why is she like this?"
"Well, the thing is…"
"Sigh, this is going to drive me insane."

Once he heard the full explanation, even Yujin felt faint.

She drank a rejuvenation potion and collapsed from the side effects?!@@novelbin@@

This was the same woman who had just celebrated a heartwarming retirement ceremony. Yujin’s emotional high from that event hadn’t even worn off yet.

And now this?

I knew it. I always knew something like this would happen. She was always eating random "healthy" crap!

"So? What do I have to do?"

Despite his exasperation, Yujin couldn’t ignore her plight.

The bond he’d formed with her over the years, both before and after his regression, wouldn’t let him abandon her.

Whatever it took, he was determined to save her.

"Forgive me for saying this, but… you’ll need to remove your clothes."
"…Why?"
"Because you must transfer your yang energy to her. In this world, it’s called the principle of yin-yang union."
"…"
This damn erotic game world is finally crossing the line!!!

Yujin staggered back in horror. Even as the self-proclaimed "breeding guy," this was too much.

"No way. Absolutely not!"
"Of course, as a man, you’d be hesitant. But if you don’t act, she’ll freeze to death!"
"That’s… Wait, why me?! There are plenty of other men out there!"
"Any ordinary man would have his yang energy drained instantly and freeze to death! Only someone like you, with yang energy beyond the norm, can do this!"
"Kyaaaaaa!!!"

The young man found himself cornered against the wall, tears welling up in his eyes. His expression betrayed the sheer terror he was feeling.

"…Damn it."
I can’t believe I have to ask a man this… This is humiliating as a woman!

From Paimon’s perspective, the situation couldn’t have been more mortifying.

Coming from a world where gender roles were reversed, asking a man to engage in physical closeness was akin to demanding a maiden share a bed with a man. Yujin’s trembling and tearful reluctance made perfect sense to her.

She hesitated, unsure how to proceed…

"I… I want to save the principal, too! But physically, it’s impossible! There’s no way I can… uh… rise to the occasion when looking at her!"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"I’m saying I can’t get aroused looking at that old lady!"
"…!!!? You look so modest, and then you blurt out things like that?!"

Paimon’s deliberation ended abruptly when she realized Yujin had entirely misunderstood the situation.

"Wait. Could it be that you’re mistaken? You only need to hold her."
"Even so, I can’t… I can’t… do that!"
"No, no! I mean just a hug!"
"…What?"

Yujin’s face burned as the realization hit him. His eyes darted away in embarrassment.

Lately, everything’s been solved with sex—from domestic disputes to divine purification. No wonder I misunderstood…

He glanced back at Seol Hayeon, making a conscious effort to focus only on her face to avoid any visual “hazards.” Her pained expression made it clear that urgent action was needed.

"So… all I have to do is hug her?"
"Exactly. It’s not like I’m asking you to sacrifice your virtue."
"Are you sure there’s no sex involved? Because if you’re lying, I’ll strip you and hang you from a flagpole in place of the national flag."
"Would I dare lie? While coupling would be the fastest method, your extraordinary yang energy should suffice with simple skin-to-skin contact for about half a day."
"Hmm."

Yujin fell into thought.

The task: hugging a naked Seol Hayeon for twelve hours.
The cost: a lifetime of trauma.
The reward: saving her life.

It was a quest he would normally reject without hesitation, but…

If it’s just a hug…

Surprisingly, his initial misunderstanding worked in Paimon’s favor. By setting the bar so high initially, the actual request seemed far more reasonable in comparison—a classic negotiation tactic.

"Can we do it back-to-back instead?"
"I understand your modesty, but that would slow the process down too much."
"Fine, but at least keep our lower bodies apart—"
"No. Your abdomen must align with hers, and your yang energy must flow into her heart while her yin energy merges with your core."
"Sigh. Fine."