A/N: This is selected parts of Chapter 8 of Good Girl, Bad Fox in Rang's POV.
Just to let you know, there is a lot of commentary on hypnosis/mind control at the beginning. Basically, Rang makes a mistake, then backtracks from it.
Tags: mind control (not in a sexual way), dom/sub overtones, oral sex, face-sitting, biting
Rang could make humans want things.
He could make them fear things, make them do things, make them say things. But it was more than that, really. Sometimes, humans didn't know what they wanted until Rang suggested it. Until he so artfully sang into their ears. Until he gave them a seductive nudge in the direction he wanted them to go.
It was easy enough to hypnotize a human into thinking or doing whatever he wanted, of course, but Rang had always been more interested in favors; if he could get a human to request something from him of their own free will, he could always demand payment ten times over, and there was little even the gods could say about it because the human had freely made an agreement with him.
It helped if the human's interests were already aligned with his own, but if he couldn't find anyone already interested in what he was offering, weak-minded people were the easiest to persuade—those who had no grounding in a belief system or no will to go in any particular direction. Or those who had nothing to lose. Or cowards. Or those who feared losing everything. Or those blinded by hate or grief or love—any emotion that broke down logical reasoning.
Then there were people like Nam Ji Ah who were tougher to break, who clung to logic and reason like a divine doctrine and trusted their own intuition far more than they ever would anyone else.
Then there were people like Chu Ga Eul, who had such a moral code and a strength of conscience that they would recoil from Rang's suggestions like he'd offered them a cup of acid and called it coffee.
Yes, some were resistant, but no one was completely immune to the golden tongue of the nine-tailed fox, and at the moment, Rang was using this fact to his advantage.
No one was going to upset his girlfriend without suffering the consequences, and Ga Eul, in all her foolish compassion, needed to learn to defend herself in more ways than one.
Besides, he really wanted to set fire to someone's house, either metaphorically or literally. It had been months since he had regularly gotten up to any of his old tricks, and he missed causing mischief and mayhem and panic.
Fires were always fun. It was easy to discover what humans valued most when they feared losing everything or when they began lamenting what, exactly, had been lost. And once Rang discovered what a human valued most, that was when the real fun began.
But if he couldn't set fire to that teacher's house, he ought to do something to him, and it would be better if he acquired Ga Eul's permission first. She only needed to say 'yes.'
"Why do you assume I want revenge?" she'd asked. "Not everyone wants revenge. I just want to cuddle with my pet fox. See? I feel better already."
"You'd feel even better if your pet fox got rid of your problems," Rang coaxed, imbuing the words with a shimmer of fox persuasion. Just a little nudge. Not a command, but a suggestive whisper. Enough to tickle the brain and ease it in a direction it might not otherwise go. His powers hadn't worked on Nam Ji Ah when he'd offered to reunite her with her parents, but Ji Ah was a stubborn case, and she'd also been protected by that irritating fox bead. Ga Eul was much more suggestible and much less wary.
Just think of it. Your pet fox can get rid of all your problems.
Ga Eul had been stroking his arm, but suddenly she dropped her hand. The movement caught his attention, then the gleam of her couple ring on the hand now resting on his chest. The one she'd inscribed with 'little human.' His little human.
Shit.
Rang blinked, coming back to himself, as if he was the one who'd been hypnotized, and his blood ran cold. Realizing what he'd done—or seeing it terribly clearly—Rang willed Ga Eul to fight off the spell he'd put her under.
Shit, shit, shit.
He loved toying with human's brains—it was endlessly fascinating to see how easily their thoughts could be influenced—but he couldn't believe he'd just tried to do that to Ga Eul.
And why had he done that? He'd fallen into his old pattern with humans like it was nothing, and maybe he was tired of being so annoyingly good all the time, but Ga Eul wasn't just any human. She was his human, and she'd given him a ring, and she'd invited him to her apartment because she trusted him. And maybe she was foolishly compassionate, but wasn't he benefitting from that? Didn't some foolish part of him love that about her?
Rang sent a flurry of panicked pleas to Ga Eul's mind that he knew wouldn't reach her. He couldn't send a direct thought into a human's brain without either speaking or looking into their eyes, but he tried to all the same.
Ga Eul, it's...it's okay. You can say 'no.' In fact, you should say 'no.' You don't like killing humans. You don't like hurting them in any way. You should always be yourself. Don't listen to any nine-tailed foxes, okay? Ga Eul? You can hear me, right? We're soulmates, so you should be able to hear me. Yes?
"No, thank you," Ga Eul answered softly, giving Rang a hug that made his chest clench. "I just want to cuddle."
Rang squeezed Ga Eul's hip.
Cuddling. That was why she'd called him, wasn't it? Not so he could make that other teacher pay for giving her bad marks on her assessment. Certainly not so he could slither into her mind like a snake in a field full of mice.
Rang flushed with shame. He hadn't meant to use that power on her. He'd just done it out of habit, without giving it much thought. Like when he'd grabbed her arms or turned into a cat.
"Okay, little human," he managed, patting her head, then kissing it for good measure. Ga Eul was perfectly relaxed, slumped against him with her eyes closed, and Rang realized she had no idea what had just happened.
Somehow, that made it worse.
It's okay, he told himself. It's okay.
Ga Eul didn't need to know about this.
Ever.
She'd said 'no,' so it didn't matter anyway. Probably, she hadn't noticed what was happening if she'd been able to fight it off. If she remained so calmly curled around him like he was a stuffed fox and not an ancient, evil one.
He guessed she hadn't felt anything.
He hoped.
Rang slipped his hand under Ga Eul's panties and stroked her hip soothingly, trying to comfort her nonetheless. He needed to keep himself occupied lest his irritation with himself boil over. He needed to do something to make up for what he'd done. Like an apology. Something that would help Ga Eul feel better that she might actually enjoy.
Rang took a few minutes to think, and soon, an idea struck. Face-sitting wasn't his style at all, but he wasn't completely opposed to the act. And Ga Eul liked it when he used his mouth to pleasure her—so much so that she'd started asking for it without him mentioning it first. Of course, she always blushed when she did so, like they hadn't done the same thing the day before or the day before that, but still, she asked. And Rang would happily lick her to completion every day if she wanted. He would drive over to her apartment every night if it meant he could taste her sweet cunt; her arousal had rapidly become one of his favorite scents in the world, second only to the scent of azaleas, and on some days the two scents were definitely tied for first. Just thinking about tasting her made him want to bury his face between her legs right then and there.
That settled it then. He would let her sit on his face, and she would learn how good it felt to be in control of someone—to be powerful and in charge in a way she wasn't at her job—and he could pretend she was disciplining him for his actions earlier, which sounded enticing in a way that startled Rang, who had never been one for being disciplined.
Clearing his head of that far-flung thought, Rang offered, "If you don't want revenge then...what usually makes me feel better, besides revenge, is making another individual submit in a physical contest."
"Oh? You're going to let me beat you at thumb wrestling?" Ga Eul asked, so hopeful and so oblivious that Rang smiled. She always thought of the most innocent possibilities, and while he'd normally consider that a character deficit, that particular characteristic of hers had grown on him.
Her hopefulness made him feel lighter, and he replied, teasingly, "Why would a human beat a nine-tailed fox at that?"
Ga Eul stuck her tongue out at him so carelessly—as if she didn't feel even slightly threatened by him—that he felt the bad fox part of him recede further until all that remained was a normal boyfriend being teased by his human girlfriend.
A human girlfriend who could roll her tongue, while he couldn't.
Rang snapped his teeth at Ga Eul, just to show that he could still bite.
She giggled, and his chest filled with warmth even as he feigned offense.
Rang's punishment turned out not to be a punishment at all. Rather, he felt like he'd been rewarded, like he might want to die this way, suffocated by the heat and weight of Ga Eul's body and surrounded by her scent. Maybe Rang should have felt guilty about that, for surely he deserved to be punished, but he rarely felt guilty about anything, and he wasn't going to start with this. He was having far too much fun.
Apparently, Ga Eul could make him want things too—things he'd never wanted in his life.
If he'd just been underneath her, licking her, solely to give her pleasure, that would have been one thing, but he'd truly enjoyed all the teasing she'd done. He'd especially liked it when she'd started using his face however she wanted to, when she'd rubbed herself all over his nose and made his face sticky with her juices and made him breathe in nothing but her. Rang had never enjoyed feeling used, and yet...he was enjoying feeling used, more and more as each moment passed. He felt drunk. Light-headed. Out of his body. He felt dizzy with too many emotions, but mostly, he just felt an overwhelming desire to be a good fox and please his owner, so he tongued Ga Eul harder and reveled in the sensation of her thighs rubbing against his face. He wanted more of her scent, more of her wetness smeared over his mouth, more of her soft thighs pillowing his cheeks. He wanted her grinding back and forth until even his skilled fox tongue couldn't keep up with her.
"Rang," Ga Eul whispered, and suddenly she was pulling away from him.
No, no, no. Come back, Rang thought in his delirious state.
"Touch yourself," he heard Ga Eul say, but his brain was fuzzy, and he couldn't understand the words.
"What?" he rasped, needing to hear the command again. His head spun. He missed having her pussy in his mouth. He wanted to beg for her to sit back down. Just sit back down so he could continue drowning in her. He could see her folds hovering above him, so soft and delicate. He wanted them in his mouth. Rang swallowed a whine.
Sit down. I want you so bad. Just sit back down. Please. I'll be a good fox for you.
"If you touch yourself, we can cum together," Ga Eul said, and her voice sounded like a soft enchantment, and she had such kind eyes as she looked down at him. She always looked at him like he was worthy of her affection, and he wasn't, but she made him want to be.
And Rang didn't like commands—if anyone else had told him to do anything, being on top of him like that, he would have told whoever it was to get the fuck off. But Ga Eul wasn't commanding in a normal way. He didn't feel threatened by her; he felt different. Like he'd hated mint chocolate chip ice cream his whole life but had recently acquired a taste for it.
If she told him to touch himself, he kind of wanted to do it.
Actually, he really, really wanted to do it.
He must have been taking too long to answer, though, because uncertainty clouded Ga Eul's face, and she added, apologetically, "But only if you want to. Or if you want to do something else, we can do that. Or if you want to do what we were doing, I can stop talking. Um—"
"You're going to have to get up," Rang answered, staring past the folds of his black dress shirt that so teasingly hid Ga Eul's chest, past her soft, shimmering copper hair, and up into her dark eyes that were more alluring than any fox's eyes could ever be.
How the fuck was a human so magnificent?
How the fuck did she belong to him?
"Oh." Ga Eul laughed. She climbed off of Rang, and he slowly sat up and removed his boxers.
He'd been hard before, but now he was fully erect. Taking himself in hand, he replayed her voice telling him to touch himself.
Rang, touch yourself. If you touch yourself, we can cum together.
Lying back down, he gave an experimental stroke and shivered.
Fuck, he wouldn't last long at all.
Rang swallowed hard as Ga Eul settled herself on top of him once more. He loved seeing her have confidence in herself—like when she mastered a new taekwondo form or when she ordered him to do something mundane, then lit up with happiness if he did what she wanted—and he thought she'd never looked so sexy as when she started grinding on his mouth like she knew exactly what to do—which, of course, she did now that she'd been doing it for some time. She'd always been attractive to him, of course, but this was another level. He didn't know if he could come back from this now that he'd experienced it.
He didn't know if he wanted to.
Rang sucked Ga Eul's clit like he was starving. He closed his eyes and let her scent overwhelm him. Her juices soaked his face further, and he lapped them up eagerly as he stroked himself. She tasted so delicious, better than the bloodiest, most tender organ he'd ever devoured. He would never get enough of her. He just wanted more and more and more.
Rang stroked himself with greater urgency, increasing his speed until human eyes would only see a blur of movement.
His little human had told him to touch himself, so he would touch himself, and if she wanted him to cum, then he would cum. As many times as she wanted, he would cum. She could just smother him until he came as many times as she liked.
With that thought, Rang's release exploded out of him, splashing onto his chest, but he didn't aim properly, so some of the cum hit his neck too. It dripped down his throat in the same way that Ga Eul's juices dripped down his chin. And Rang hated feeling dirty—normally, he liked cleaning up right away, a consequence of always being covered in dirt and grime when he was younger. But he lay there for a long moment as Ga Eul sat up, keeping his eyes closed, just wanting to feel so mindlessly euphoric forever.
Later that night, before Ga Eul drifted off to sleep, she asked him if he would drive her to school in the morning, and he said 'of course' without thinking twice.
After she'd cum by her own hand, he'd let her bite his fingers, and though that had been an impulsive idea, the sensation of her teeth digging into his skin was addictive, and he'd slipped into that strange mode of acquiescence again before he'd snapped out of it.
Mostly.
It was still lingering about him like a haze—that feeling of wanting to be used, of wanting to give more than he took—and Rang knew he should be panicked over such a feeling, but he couldn't bring himself to be, not with Ga Eul nestled in the curve of his body like a mollusk inside its shell. Like she trusted him to protect her the way a good pet would.
The remembrance of his actions earlier in the evening jarred him, and he vowed to never try to influence Ga Eul's mind again. He much preferred being her pet. When Ga Eul had stroked his hair and told him he was a good fox, he'd felt more pleasure than he'd ever gotten out of deceiving anyone.
Rang could make humans want things, but Ga Eul could make Rang want things.
And sometimes, Rang didn't know what he wanted until Ga Eul suggested it.
