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Five years after President Ahn Hyejin and Prime Minister Ryu Sera declared the unconditional surrender of the Republic of Korea to Brain Drain Records...

I am Bae Suzy, and I was one of the top members of the Seoul Resistance, one of the last groups on the peninsula fighting back against the hegemony of BDR.

It all started in our safehouse. Ten people, all in torn clothes and with faces caked in dirt and dust. A range of ages and a mix of genders. The last hope for a (literally) free-thinking nation. We were low on intel, we had no idea what BDR's next play would be - what form the next method to bring the last cells of resistance under their power would take.

"Well it's not like we can storm their facilities..." Sangmin intoned, his eyes cast down at a long crack in their conference table.

"Yeah, we don't have the arms or the numbers" Ahyoung agreed. Nods and despondent grunts filled the silence after that. Everyone knew that any sort of overt aggression was out of the question. We couldn't be an effective guerilla group when every time we took losses those numbers got added to the enemy. And that was exactly how BDR worked.

After a few more moments of awkward shuffling and repressed sighs, I voiced the last idea left, the one I was sure everyone in the room was thinking. "So we need to infiltrate a command centre, then."

Taehyun let out a particularly long-suffering sigh which seemed to vibrate the table below my arms. "You're right. It's the only option left, even if it's not pretty."

We slowly looked at each other. All the eyes were already resigned to the truth, and one by one people nodded.

"But... how, though?" Somin whispered. "It's not like one of us can dress up as a drone and just suddenly learn all their top secret information."

"And even once we're in there, their offices are filled with subliminals. We might end up as drones anyway..." Sangmin said, his voice betraying a complete void of confidence.

"It's our last chance, we'll just have to work around the subliminals." Ahyoung said, her head nodding to try to give the statement force that her voice lacked.

"It will be a risk, but we have no choice, do we?" I said. Everyone was nodding now.

Except Somin. "But still, how?"

"We'll need to get access to a high-ranking Master or Mistress and use them to access the secret information." I could feel my heartbeat in the top of my skull. It was kinda exciting. Planning out one last mission, at huge risk to our free will, but that we needed to succeed on if the Resistance had any hope of survival.

Eventually, the ten leaders reached agreement. I would be the one to go in, I used to be an actress after all (before BDR had taken over the consumer media). I would dress as a Drone and enter the BDR high office where our legislature used to be. Then I would find someone high on the command chain and flatter them until I could use their login to access BDR management's plans against us. I would need to knock out the Master or Mistress, or at least incapacitate them. You might think, looking at me, that would be difficult.

But I'm Bae Suzy, one of the leaders of the Seoul Resistance. I've taken down a lot of BDR's minions in my time.

Plus, this way I would get to wear new clothes for the first time in two. years. Definitely worth any risk. I'd even get priority on the shower rota!

I was going to be fine.

In the halls of BDR Seoul HQ, it was easy to spot who was a Drone and who was a Master. The Masters and Mistresses wore standard business casual, while the Drones around them wore street clothes, anything that would make them more appealing for those they were assigned to serve.

I was dressed just like the rest of them. For me it was a red tube top and a flowery dress to emphasise my girlish, yet still elegant, charms. I made my way through the hallways that criss-crossed the thirty floors of BDR HQ, a clipboard clenched to my chest, and an empty coffee cup in my free hand.

To an untrained eyes, the corridors looked very normal. Semi-transparent walls in primary colours separated areas of the office from open spaces with banks of beanbags and cushioned sofas. Reminiscent of the sort of trendy startup company that were starting to take over every office space before the fall.

But I could notice the subliminal messages flashing on LCD screens embedded in the walls. The spirals showing behind every screen. The hypnotic music playing at a high pitch on the intercom. Everything about this place was designed to order Drones to their correct position, and break any resistance from any of the servants of BDR within its walls.

But I knew what I was doing. Years of using radio comms in occupied land had made me essentially invulnerable to BDR's subliminal voices. Sure, if I heard enough I would be tempted to look up images of famous Masters and Mistresses and fantasise about submitting to them mind and body. Sangmin had even caught me doing it once. Got really chewed out for it, never made the mistake again.

As for the spirals, Ahyoung had taken care of that. She had synthesised a supply of anti-hypnotic eyeliner a while ago, and I was getting most of the remaining supply. It would absorb the spiral frequencies long before they entered by pupils and touched my brain with their thought-warping power.

I walked with purpose through the office. I had to. If I hesitated for even a moment, I would be found out. Any drone away from her Master or Mistress would know exactly where she was going, guided by her programming and hypnotic messages along the way - and she would not be distracted by anything when the thought of returning to her manager would be so fresh in her mind.

So instead I had to sneak glances at signs as I walked by, keeping my head bowed at any suited Master or fancy-dressed Mistress who walked by to avoid scrutiny. I didn't know if they could tell your entrancement level by looking into your eyes, but it wasn't something I was willing to test deep behind enemy lines. I wasn't going to risk anything more - I'd already been lucky enough that I had shown the right amount of leg at the right time to get a passing Master to ask me to get him a coffee.

It took me a while, but I finally got into the right set of elevators in the right tower to get to the R&D floor. Up there the walls and floors were a clean, clinical grey. Masters wore lab coats and thick glasses as they half-jogged between rooms locked off by sealed doors.

I feigned tripping over the slight dip between the floor and the lift, crashing into a nearby man and letting my arms flail uselessly. My clipboard clattered to the floor with a couple of tiny bounces. My coffee cup shattered on the hard surface. My hand lightly brushed against the side of the tall, dark man with perfectly moisturised skin and combed hair. He looked down at me with something between disdain and pity. But as his eyes traced down to the cut of my dress, as I was bending down to pick up the clipboard...

There was also lust. He had taken the bait.

"S-s-sorry, Sir!" I squeaked in my best meek-employee voice. "I'll clean this up, I'm sure you have far more important things to do!"

His superior smirk immediately betrayed his intentions. But, would I have noticed if I was truly a Drone? Would I have minded?

It didn't matter, speculating about being a Drone was the first way BDR got its hooks into you. That was just an echo of the subliminals in the music. What mattered was my mission. Get him isolated, get him neutralised, get his access card.

"I couldn't possibly leave a cutie like you with this. What if you cut yourself?" He bent down, his gaze still locked entirely on my chest, and helped to pick up the ceramic shards.

I clutched my hand to my chest and sighed theatrically. "No, Sir! You can't lower yourself to helping someone like me!" My hand reached out to hold his lightly. For the first time I saw a slight flush in his cheeks.

He shook his head as his lips turned up into the most sinister smoulder I had ever seen. "Don't worry about me, dear. What brings you up here anyway?"

I twirled my hair and pouted, trying to look as vulnerable as possible. "I-I..." It helped to distract him as well so I could actually think of my excuse. "Mistress sent me up here to get a report from the lab down the hall." Wait, no, he'd just expect me to do the job then get out... "B-but, I was also meant to get her a coffee on the way, and now..." I glanced down at the spot on the floor where the smallest shards of the cup I had taken from the random passing Master lay.

The Master was then right in front of me, pulling my chin upwards to look into his thin brown eyes. "Let me show you round a bit first, then. I'll buy you a coffee in return." His smirk left no room for interpretation around his statement. I just let myself blush and nod quickly before he turned around to lead me in a completely different direction.

"What makeup are you wearing, by the way?" He called back, his hair flopping a bit as he turned his head.

"Oh, Aegis." I responded immediately.

Then I had to grab my hand before it clasped over my open mouth in embarrassed shock. I was not meant to name Ahyoung's product!

"Huh... I haven't heard of that one. But! I'm working on a new brand, would you like to try some?"

I couldn't disagree, and maybe it would help me fit in. I'd just need to be careful to not go over my eyeliner. I couldn't even see the subliminals up here, which meant they must be particularly effective. At least I seemingly hadn't blown my cover with that silly mistake. I wouldn't make another one.

A few minutes later, I was stood in a lab. Almost every surface in the low-lit room (except the sterile white floor) was covered in tiny blinking lights, flashing every colour imaginable. As I stood at stiff attention, keeping my face still so the Master could apply the new make-up, I let my eyes wander freely, never settling on any bank of lights lest I be drawn in and fall into trance. I didn't know if the lights were actually hypnogenic, but after getting this far, I wasn't going to take any chances.

Speaking of taking no chances, my chin suddenly jerked upwards. The brush he was using to apply foundation was getting dangerously close to my eye. Thinking fast, I did my best girlish giggle.

"It tickles, Sir! Slow down!"

His face twisted into an almost kind grin as he laughed heartily himself. "Of course, dear. Sorry about that." And he kept at this work.

"It's all applied, now you just need to wait until it all sinks in." He said authoritatively. I just went along with it. I was so close to actually doing something useful now, I wasn't going to protest over a short wait.

For the next five minutes I satisfied myself with staring up at his unblemished face and the intense, focused gaze of his brown eyes. They were, after all, the only place in the room I was certain were not full of subliminal brainwashing devices. Plus, they were very nice. Not in an entrancing way, I was still fully alert, of course. Just, like, I appreciated them. He was definitely more attractive than the grubby, messy slobs I was surrounded by at the safehouse.

Once he confirmed the makeup had all soaked in, I did a few silly, girly poses for him. A peace sign with a big grin, leaning forward with my hands on my knees, looking over my shoulder with a face full of joy. The works. Had to ingratiate myself with Master, of course. It was very important I made him warm to me.

"Oh, you really should get a promotion to being one of my models!" He laughed, but the laughter was clearly fake enough to signal that it was a genuine offer. "Just give me your Mistress' details and I'll arrange it."

I felt blood rushing to my cheeks. Mostly because of the fear of being discovered, I was sure. Definitely. Anyway, I mumbled something about it being too early to accept any sort of job offer. He crossed his arms, letting muscles bulge under a shirt I suddenly realised was very tight. But I shook my head while making meek, feminine noises. That satisfied him. Hopefully on multiple levels.

"Well, you'll still help me out here, won't you?"

I nodded and made a high-pitched grunt of affirmation as I followed at his heels like a trained puppy.

Maybe it would've been a good idea to accept his offer, though... I could've stayed close to him a lot more. Learned more about him. Worked out exactly how to seduce him. That was the plan, right? Yeah... too bad I couldn't blow my cover that I was lying just to get closer to him. Otherwise, I would've been happy to take him up on it.

Oh well, I decided, for the time being I would follow like a good Drone so I could do the thing.

That... that thing I was meant to do...

What was it?

With enough squeezing, my brain did eventually yield the answer. Of course, I needed to get close to this Master and get him to divulge his information! And clearly I was getting tired. I would need to act fast.

But... I could get away with a few errands first.

Our first stop was to photocopy some research reports on some other projects the Master was involved in. I put on what I thought was a very convincing show of playing dumb about how the 'super-technical lab photocopiers' worked. After all, nothing a man likes more than to show off his knowledge, right? And it did help that the way he explained it was genuinely patient and charming (even though I did, of course, know all the ins and outs of basic BDR tech like this from hours in the workshop with Taehyun reverse engineering it).

I averted my eyes for a second as the machine whirred into life. The flash might have been slight and covered mostly by thick plastic and paper, but I knew better than to actually stare into a flash in BDR HQ. Besides, staring into the Master's brown orbs was fairly nice by itself.

We moved on to a terminal where he wanted me to book a meeting room. Again, it was clear he just wanted to toy with me as he took me step-by-step through the whole process. And I was very grateful for his big hand and slender fingers moving mine around like a puppet. If he hadn't I would've been doomed since I had no idea how to work those terminals.

I needed to think of a way to thank him...

"Master, thank you sooo much for your help with the machine. It was super complicated!" My childish affect was a play to make him like me more, but the gratitude was very real. "Let me make you a coffee!" I turned to skip to a kitchen point, but his hand rested on my shoulder (eliciting a slight shudder from me).

"Aren't you forgetting something about coffee?"

I put one finger to the corner of my mouth as my head tilted. I couldn't think of a single thing I was forgetting. I just needed to please Master, right?

"No?"

He smiled, and it was the most genuine one I had seen on his handsome face, which just made him even more perfect. "Good, then. But I'll take a tea, actually."

I returned a few moments later with ginseng powder dissolved in two mugs of boiling water I pilfered from the kitchen. After all, I had big plans for this place, I could pre-empt them with some crockery theft. I did, also, need to remind myself what those plans were.

Master was leading me to the desks where the rest of his personal Drones sat, inviting me to join them for the rest of the day. Given that it was imperative I stayed close to him and became his trusted Drone, I complied and followed again, walking with little skipping steps to keep up with his long, confident, dominating stride.

We passed the server room, and I clutched the side of my head with a weak, inaudible grunt.

It hurt so much. Like my brain was being squeezed in a fist even larger than Master's. But nothing was coming out. The pain squeezed and twisted and wrenched, but no more thoughts came.

As quick as it had started, the migraine disappeared, and I was wondering what the weather would be like on the journey home... And who I would invite home.

When I sat with my fellow Drones, I blended in perfectly, just like I was absolutely sure I was meant to. I kept flirting with Master throughout the day, exactly like I was supposed to. With our final exchange of glances and giggles, he invited me to come see his house.

I accepted immediately.

I wanted to be closer to him.

Not because of any dumb plot by some Resistance. But because something had finally clicked.

I had been turned into his brainwashed slave Drone. I needed to go home with him to serve him. I was under his management and at his complete command. I was a mindless doll whose purpose was to serve him. Just like the other pretty Drones around me.

But I was the best. Not just because I was the prettiest. Not just because I made him laugh the most. Not just because I had been a perfect model for his new experiment.

But because the second he had left my body and we led together on the pillows, I remembered that I needed to tell him everything about the Seoul Resistance. The names of the leadership. Their skill sets, their current operations. Even their types, so a correct Master or Mistress could be assigned to each one.

And he was so pleased with me that he started to make use of me all over again.

I even got a promotion for it!

And that's why I'm writing now, to promote Master's greatest creation - the Obsession Range! This makeup will soak into your target's capillaries and infiltrate their blood stream. Once it reaches their brain, it easily crosses the blood-brain barrier and starts producing dopamine and oxytocin at unprecedented levels! True to the name, the lucky girl who wears this will be literally unable to take her eyes off you. Even if she resists, the reaction will just get stronger and stronger until she is overwhelmed! You will monopolise her every thought until the constant genesis of pleasure and love hormones makes her your helpless, obedient slave.

Let me tell you, though. I know from experience. She will love it.

This is Bae Suzy, from BDR, signing off. Love BDR! Obey Mistress Alicia!

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BDR is back in action, kids! This manip is literally from 2018, but you're seeing it now, with a story probably better than I could come up with two years ago. At least, I hope I'm actually improving...

Anyway, credit as always to HypnoAlicia for the concept, and I hope you enjoy Suzy's fall and slight uptick of resistance leading to an even deeper, more pleasurable fall

Description

Five years after President Ahn Hyejin and Prime Minister Ryu Sera declared the unconditional surrender of the Republic of Korea to Brain Drain Records...

I am Bae Suzy, and I was one of the top members of the Seoul Resistance, one of the last groups on the peninsula fighting back against the hegemony of BDR.

It all started in our safehouse. Ten people, all in torn clothes and with faces caked in dirt and dust. A range of ages and a mix of genders. The last hope for a (literally) free-thinking nation. We were low on intel, we had no idea what BDR's next play would be - what form the next method to bring the last cells of resistance under their power would take.

"Well it's not like we can storm their facilities..." Sangmin intoned, his eyes cast down at a long crack in their conference table.

"Yeah, we don't have the arms or the numbers" Ahyoung agreed. Nods and despondent grunts filled the silence after that. Everyone knew that any sort of overt aggression was out of the question. We couldn't be an effective guerilla group when every time we took losses those numbers got added to the enemy. And that was exactly how BDR worked.

After a few more moments of awkward shuffling and repressed sighs, I voiced the last idea left, the one I was sure everyone in the room was thinking. "So we need to infiltrate a command centre, then."

Taehyun let out a particularly long-suffering sigh which seemed to vibrate the table below my arms. "You're right. It's the only option left, even if it's not pretty."

We slowly looked at each other. All the eyes were already resigned to the truth, and one by one people nodded.

"But... how, though?" Somin whispered. "It's not like one of us can dress up as a drone and just suddenly learn all their top secret information."

"And even once we're in there, their offices are filled with subliminals. We might end up as drones anyway..." Sangmin said, his voice betraying a complete void of confidence.

"It's our last chance, we'll just have to work around the subliminals." Ahyoung said, her head nodding to try to give the statement force that her voice lacked.

"It will be a risk, but we have no choice, do we?" I said. Everyone was nodding now.

Except Somin. "But still, how?"

"We'll need to get access to a high-ranking Master or Mistress and use them to access the secret information." I could feel my heartbeat in the top of my skull. It was kinda exciting. Planning out one last mission, at huge risk to our free will, but that we needed to succeed on if the Resistance had any hope of survival.

Eventually, the ten leaders reached agreement. I would be the one to go in, I used to be an actress after all (before BDR had taken over the consumer media). I would dress as a Drone and enter the BDR high office where our legislature used to be. Then I would find someone high on the command chain and flatter them until I could use their login to access BDR management's plans against us. I would need to knock out the Master or Mistress, or at least incapacitate them. You might think, looking at me, that would be difficult.

But I'm Bae Suzy, one of the leaders of the Seoul Resistance. I've taken down a lot of BDR's minions in my time.

Plus, this way I would get to wear new clothes for the first time in two. years. Definitely worth any risk. I'd even get priority on the shower rota!

I was going to be fine.

In the halls of BDR Seoul HQ, it was easy to spot who was a Drone and who was a Master. The Masters and Mistresses wore standard business casual, while the Drones around them wore street clothes, anything that would make them more appealing for those they were assigned to serve.

I was dressed just like the rest of them. For me it was a red tube top and a flowery dress to emphasise my girlish, yet still elegant, charms. I made my way through the hallways that criss-crossed the thirty floors of BDR HQ, a clipboard clenched to my chest, and an empty coffee cup in my free hand.

To an untrained eyes, the corridors looked very normal. Semi-transparent walls in primary colours separated areas of the office from open spaces with banks of beanbags and cushioned sofas. Reminiscent of the sort of trendy startup company that were starting to take over every office space before the fall.

But I could notice the subliminal messages flashing on LCD screens embedded in the walls. The spirals showing behind every screen. The hypnotic music playing at a high pitch on the intercom. Everything about this place was designed to order Drones to their correct position, and break any resistance from any of the servants of BDR within its walls.

But I knew what I was doing. Years of using radio comms in occupied land had made me essentially invulnerable to BDR's subliminal voices. Sure, if I heard enough I would be tempted to look up images of famous Masters and Mistresses and fantasise about submitting to them mind and body. Sangmin had even caught me doing it once. Got really chewed out for it, never made the mistake again.

As for the spirals, Ahyoung had taken care of that. She had synthesised a supply of anti-hypnotic eyeliner a while ago, and I was getting most of the remaining supply. It would absorb the spiral frequencies long before they entered by pupils and touched my brain with their thought-warping power.

I walked with purpose through the office. I had to. If I hesitated for even a moment, I would be found out. Any drone away from her Master or Mistress would know exactly where she was going, guided by her programming and hypnotic messages along the way - and she would not be distracted by anything when the thought of returning to her manager would be so fresh in her mind.

So instead I had to sneak glances at signs as I walked by, keeping my head bowed at any suited Master or fancy-dressed Mistress who walked by to avoid scrutiny. I didn't know if they could tell your entrancement level by looking into your eyes, but it wasn't something I was willing to test deep behind enemy lines. I wasn't going to risk anything more - I'd already been lucky enough that I had shown the right amount of leg at the right time to get a passing Master to ask me to get him a coffee.

It took me a while, but I finally got into the right set of elevators in the right tower to get to the R&D floor. Up there the walls and floors were a clean, clinical grey. Masters wore lab coats and thick glasses as they half-jogged between rooms locked off by sealed doors.

I feigned tripping over the slight dip between the floor and the lift, crashing into a nearby man and letting my arms flail uselessly. My clipboard clattered to the floor with a couple of tiny bounces. My coffee cup shattered on the hard surface. My hand lightly brushed against the side of the tall, dark man with perfectly moisturised skin and combed hair. He looked down at me with something between disdain and pity. But as his eyes traced down to the cut of my dress, as I was bending down to pick up the clipboard...

There was also lust. He had taken the bait.

"S-s-sorry, Sir!" I squeaked in my best meek-employee voice. "I'll clean this up, I'm sure you have far more important things to do!"

His superior smirk immediately betrayed his intentions. But, would I have noticed if I was truly a Drone? Would I have minded?

It didn't matter, speculating about being a Drone was the first way BDR got its hooks into you. That was just an echo of the subliminals in the music. What mattered was my mission. Get him isolated, get him neutralised, get his access card.

"I couldn't possibly leave a cutie like you with this. What if you cut yourself?" He bent down, his gaze still locked entirely on my chest, and helped to pick up the ceramic shards.

I clutched my hand to my chest and sighed theatrically. "No, Sir! You can't lower yourself to helping someone like me!" My hand reached out to hold his lightly. For the first time I saw a slight flush in his cheeks.

He shook his head as his lips turned up into the most sinister smoulder I had ever seen. "Don't worry about me, dear. What brings you up here anyway?"

I twirled my hair and pouted, trying to look as vulnerable as possible. "I-I..." It helped to distract him as well so I could actually think of my excuse. "Mistress sent me up here to get a report from the lab down the hall." Wait, no, he'd just expect me to do the job then get out... "B-but, I was also meant to get her a coffee on the way, and now..." I glanced down at the spot on the floor where the smallest shards of the cup I had taken from the random passing Master lay.

The Master was then right in front of me, pulling my chin upwards to look into his thin brown eyes. "Let me show you round a bit first, then. I'll buy you a coffee in return." His smirk left no room for interpretation around his statement. I just let myself blush and nod quickly before he turned around to lead me in a completely different direction.

"What makeup are you wearing, by the way?" He called back, his hair flopping a bit as he turned his head.

"Oh, Aegis." I responded immediately.

Then I had to grab my hand before it clasped over my open mouth in embarrassed shock. I was not meant to name Ahyoung's product!

"Huh... I haven't heard of that one. But! I'm working on a new brand, would you like to try some?"

I couldn't disagree, and maybe it would help me fit in. I'd just need to be careful to not go over my eyeliner. I couldn't even see the subliminals up here, which meant they must be particularly effective. At least I seemingly hadn't blown my cover with that silly mistake. I wouldn't make another one.

A few minutes later, I was stood in a lab. Almost every surface in the low-lit room (except the sterile white floor) was covered in tiny blinking lights, flashing every colour imaginable. As I stood at stiff attention, keeping my face still so the Master could apply the new make-up, I let my eyes wander freely, never settling on any bank of lights lest I be drawn in and fall into trance. I didn't know if the lights were actually hypnogenic, but after getting this far, I wasn't going to take any chances.

Speaking of taking no chances, my chin suddenly jerked upwards. The brush he was using to apply foundation was getting dangerously close to my eye. Thinking fast, I did my best girlish giggle.

"It tickles, Sir! Slow down!"

His face twisted into an almost kind grin as he laughed heartily himself. "Of course, dear. Sorry about that." And he kept at this work.

"It's all applied, now you just need to wait until it all sinks in." He said authoritatively. I just went along with it. I was so close to actually doing something useful now, I wasn't going to protest over a short wait.

For the next five minutes I satisfied myself with staring up at his unblemished face and the intense, focused gaze of his brown eyes. They were, after all, the only place in the room I was certain were not full of subliminal brainwashing devices. Plus, they were very nice. Not in an entrancing way, I was still fully alert, of course. Just, like, I appreciated them. He was definitely more attractive than the grubby, messy slobs I was surrounded by at the safehouse.

Once he confirmed the makeup had all soaked in, I did a few silly, girly poses for him. A peace sign with a big grin, leaning forward with my hands on my knees, looking over my shoulder with a face full of joy. The works. Had to ingratiate myself with Master, of course. It was very important I made him warm to me.

"Oh, you really should get a promotion to being one of my models!" He laughed, but the laughter was clearly fake enough to signal that it was a genuine offer. "Just give me your Mistress' details and I'll arrange it."

I felt blood rushing to my cheeks. Mostly because of the fear of being discovered, I was sure. Definitely. Anyway, I mumbled something about it being too early to accept any sort of job offer. He crossed his arms, letting muscles bulge under a shirt I suddenly realised was very tight. But I shook my head while making meek, feminine noises. That satisfied him. Hopefully on multiple levels.

"Well, you'll still help me out here, won't you?"

I nodded and made a high-pitched grunt of affirmation as I followed at his heels like a trained puppy.

Maybe it would've been a good idea to accept his offer, though... I could've stayed close to him a lot more. Learned more about him. Worked out exactly how to seduce him. That was the plan, right? Yeah... too bad I couldn't blow my cover that I was lying just to get closer to him. Otherwise, I would've been happy to take him up on it.

Oh well, I decided, for the time being I would follow like a good Drone so I could do the thing.

That... that thing I was meant to do...

What was it?

With enough squeezing, my brain did eventually yield the answer. Of course, I needed to get close to this Master and get him to divulge his information! And clearly I was getting tired. I would need to act fast.

But... I could get away with a few errands first.

Our first stop was to photocopy some research reports on some other projects the Master was involved in. I put on what I thought was a very convincing show of playing dumb about how the 'super-technical lab photocopiers' worked. After all, nothing a man likes more than to show off his knowledge, right? And it did help that the way he explained it was genuinely patient and charming (even though I did, of course, know all the ins and outs of basic BDR tech like this from hours in the workshop with Taehyun reverse engineering it).

I averted my eyes for a second as the machine whirred into life. The flash might have been slight and covered mostly by thick plastic and paper, but I knew better than to actually stare into a flash in BDR HQ. Besides, staring into the Master's brown orbs was fairly nice by itself.

We moved on to a terminal where he wanted me to book a meeting room. Again, it was clear he just wanted to toy with me as he took me step-by-step through the whole process. And I was very grateful for his big hand and slender fingers moving mine around like a puppet. If he hadn't I would've been doomed since I had no idea how to work those terminals.

I needed to think of a way to thank him...

"Master, thank you sooo much for your help with the machine. It was super complicated!" My childish affect was a play to make him like me more, but the gratitude was very real. "Let me make you a coffee!" I turned to skip to a kitchen point, but his hand rested on my shoulder (eliciting a slight shudder from me).

"Aren't you forgetting something about coffee?"

I put one finger to the corner of my mouth as my head tilted. I couldn't think of a single thing I was forgetting. I just needed to please Master, right?

"No?"

He smiled, and it was the most genuine one I had seen on his handsome face, which just made him even more perfect. "Good, then. But I'll take a tea, actually."

I returned a few moments later with ginseng powder dissolved in two mugs of boiling water I pilfered from the kitchen. After all, I had big plans for this place, I could pre-empt them with some crockery theft. I did, also, need to remind myself what those plans were.

Master was leading me to the desks where the rest of his personal Drones sat, inviting me to join them for the rest of the day. Given that it was imperative I stayed close to him and became his trusted Drone, I complied and followed again, walking with little skipping steps to keep up with his long, confident, dominating stride.

We passed the server room, and I clutched the side of my head with a weak, inaudible grunt.

It hurt so much. Like my brain was being squeezed in a fist even larger than Master's. But nothing was coming out. The pain squeezed and twisted and wrenched, but no more thoughts came.

As quick as it had started, the migraine disappeared, and I was wondering what the weather would be like on the journey home... And who I would invite home.

When I sat with my fellow Drones, I blended in perfectly, just like I was absolutely sure I was meant to. I kept flirting with Master throughout the day, exactly like I was supposed to. With our final exchange of glances and giggles, he invited me to come see his house.

I accepted immediately.

I wanted to be closer to him.

Not because of any dumb plot by some Resistance. But because something had finally clicked.

I had been turned into his brainwashed slave Drone. I needed to go home with him to serve him. I was under his management and at his complete command. I was a mindless doll whose purpose was to serve him. Just like the other pretty Drones around me.

But I was the best. Not just because I was the prettiest. Not just because I made him laugh the most. Not just because I had been a perfect model for his new experiment.

But because the second he had left my body and we led together on the pillows, I remembered that I needed to tell him everything about the Seoul Resistance. The names of the leadership. Their skill sets, their current operations. Even their types, so a correct Master or Mistress could be assigned to each one.

And he was so pleased with me that he started to make use of me all over again.

I even got a promotion for it!

And that's why I'm writing now, to promote Master's greatest creation - the Obsession Range! This makeup will soak into your target's capillaries and infiltrate their blood stream. Once it reaches their brain, it easily crosses the blood-brain barrier and starts producing dopamine and oxytocin at unprecedented levels! True to the name, the lucky girl who wears this will be literally unable to take her eyes off you. Even if she resists, the reaction will just get stronger and stronger until she is overwhelmed! You will monopolise her every thought until the constant genesis of pleasure and love hormones makes her your helpless, obedient slave.

Let me tell you, though. I know from experience. She will love it.

This is Bae Suzy, from BDR, signing off. Love BDR! Obey Mistress Alicia!

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BDR is back in action, kids! This manip is literally from 2018, but you're seeing it now, with a story probably better than I could come up with two years ago. At least, I hope I'm actually improving...

Anyway, credit as always to HypnoAlicia for the concept, and I hope you enjoy Suzy's fall and slight uptick of resistance leading to an even deeper, more pleasurable fall