Shaking Off Past Grudges
"We are a brand-new villain organization. 'Control.'"
I sat in the chair with an arrogant slouch, a mask covering my face. Three stunning women clung to my sides, fawning over me with cutesy acts.
"Anyone who gets in our way will pay the price they deserve."
From behind me, a song flowed out from the phone playing the "Villain Playlist That Makes You Want to Smash Windows and Raid Luxury Shops Right Now."
"We will bring chaos to society and offer up everyone who denies us as sacrifices on the altar of evil."
The script felt cringey as hell, but saying it out loud while trying to set the mood only amplified the awkwardness. Was this really the best approach?
"Try stopping us if you can."
It somehow felt repetitive, like the cutesy bits were dragging on. Witae was pulling off a full-on villain boss's pet act with her varied charms, but the other two moved a bit stiffly. Maybe instead of just the stage direction "Cling to each of my legs and act cute," I should've given more specific instructions.
"Cut! That's a wrap!"
"Oh, we're done?"
"Yes, yes! It came out perfect! I'll upload it right away!"
"Good—"
Suddenly, a chipper ad jingle blared from behind.
"Wait, didn't they use premium? That was close."
"S-Sorry! The organization doesn't watch videos much, so—"
"Not blaming you... As long as nothing went wrong."
First step down. Once this went up, we'd at least look like some kind of villain group—or close enough. Time for the next phase.
"Did you send the blackmail email?"
"Th-The organization gave us Hero Lee Seowon's personal number, so I sent the video there, but..."
"But?"
"To send it via text, it turns into a link, right? I figured she might actually click it..."
A suspicious blackmail text and link landing in a famous hero's inbox.
"Won't she just think it's a voice phishing scam?"
"Probably..."
"Eh, we'll worry about that later."
Everything we could do right now was done. The "victim" had screamed convincingly and called for Lee Seowon. We'd even secured an abandoned factory for the trap and rigged a sleep gas device.
"Ha... Now we wait."
"Everyone, take a break. Prep what you need to. Witae, come with me for a sec."
"Yes, Boss!"
Before defiling Lee Seowon, there was one last thing to take care of. I felt Lee Seowon's footsteps trailing eagerly behind me as I headed to my room.
"B-Boss. Don't tell me... Don't tell me? Service time?"
"..."
I locked the door. Then I sat her in the chair I'd prepared—a steel one bolted to the floor, complete with steel restraints. It wouldn't hold her back for long, but it could buy me a few seconds.
"Ah, I was scared anyway. I-I'm your sex slave, Master. My pussy was already soaked and ready, but you didn't fuck me. You could use my cunt to wipe off your cum instead of tissue—"
"Witae."
"Yes?"
"Hypnosis release. Apply restraints."
In that instant, her eyes changed.
"Huh...?"
From the innocent puppy gaze to the feral glint of a street stray.
"Ha... This is fucking insane. You're scary as shit, you know that? No wonder the organization grunts shake in their boots."
"My regrets."
"I saw you holding back your power on the others, acting all nice... Fuck, why not just hit Lee Seowon with it during this show instead?"
"..."
I let out a deep sigh.
"Sorry, anyway. It was unavoidable."
"You crazy fuck. You raped me senseless, turned me into your sex slave, and that's all you say? Sorry? You piece of shit. You think fucking me is something to apologize for?"
"Isn't it?"
"Hell no, fuck. It was goddamn amazing!"
"Huh?"
I stared at Witae, dumbfounded.
"What're you gawking at... Wait, hold on. Let me sort my head out. Memories are all jumbled, personalities mixing... It's confusing as fuck. Need a minute."
I stood still, waiting for her to gather her thoughts.
"Haa..."
She sighed deeply.
"First off, thanks. Messing with my head like that must've been nothing for you, but you still showed some consideration, right?"
"..."
"Telling me to turn myself in and all... If you'd ordered me to kill myself back then, I'd have done it without question. But you didn't."
"It was necessary."
"Necessary my ass, fuck. What a boomer thing to say. Holding some fat hypnotic pig power like that."
I had no comeback. I chuckled dryly.
"Still... Living as your sex slave wasn't that unpleasant or painful."
"Good to hear."
"But I hate losing myself."
"Wasn't it that bad?"
"Not hurting is one thing. It's like becoming someone else entirely. Hard to put into words... Complicated."
Messing with someone's personality. And not for a day or two, or even a week. From the day I walked into that burger shop until now, she'd lived entirely as my sex slave.
"My body won't move. Your power, right?"
"...Yeah."
"Then loosen it a bit. I swear I won't fight. I'll be good."
"Sorry. Can't trust you."
"Come on. Wasn't it hypnosis? Can't you just keep me from resisting without the full mindfuck?"
"That'd still require using my power. Don't want to."
"Isn't that using it? Or is it just manifesting naturally?"
"Yeah."
"You're crazier than I thought. Must be tough."
"Appreciate the sympathy."
Witae bit her lip hard.
"You can toggle it at will, right? Even if I tried to kill you, one command and I'm your slave again? And from what I heard, you can't even die?"
"You heard that much... Anyway, no."
She sighed deeply again.
"Fuck, fine. Even if I give up on that..."
"..."
"Can't I get just one shot at revenge? For real this time—no innocents. Just let me wreck that bitch's cunt with my own hands."
"No."
"No to this, no to that... Fuck, then why release my mind? You're just giving me a headache."
"Wanted to talk. That's all."
"Fine... Fuck, this is my last real request..."
Witae met my eyes.
"Can't you just... not fuck Hero Lee Seowon?"
"...Why?"
"She's amazing. A good person."
"Didn't expect a villain to care."
"I despise slimy hypocrites. But she's not one of them."
This was unexpected.
"When I was in prison... playing your lackey, she came to see me. Tried to convince me for real."
"..."
"Of course, it didn't work. No way I'd change. I'd already fallen to your power, playing the 'villain who walked into prison on her own to await the Boss's grand plan.' Her words weren't getting through."
Hypnosis is absolute. Once it takes hold, there's no changing.
"That's that. But she genuinely tried to reach me. Didn't realize it then, but looking back... Kinda grateful."
"I see."
"So... Can't you let her go?"
"Gotta do it. No."
"Figured... Whatever. Do what you want."
No gains. But I started to trust her.
"I'll release the restraints. And the behavioral limits."
"What the fuck? You said no."
Witae stood, cautiously flexing her arms and hands.
"Just... She's someone you like, right? Hero Lee Seowon. Seemed trustworthy enough."
To the end, I hadn't fully trusted Witae. I'd left her as "my slave" and sent her to prison. But if I hadn't fixed her as "my sex slave." If I'd left her as the "stupid villain who wandered into prison like she was bewitched."
Maybe then, Witae could've been saved by Lee Seowon. Reformed by her words, become a hero from a villain's past.
"You're such a softie... And yet you're gonna fuck Lee Seowon. What, some twisted fanboy rape fantasy?"
"Gotta do it. What's the reason?"
"Tough break. Thanks anyway."
She patted my shoulder as she passed.
"If you wanna drain your balls, just say so. Even like this, I'll obey your commands absolutely and fuck you."
"Why?"
"Told you. Memories stick, and... uh..."
Witae's cheeks flushed.
"Wasn't hating it."
It felt a little comforting. Like justifying that my rapes and crimes weren't that horrific to someone. I didn't need to feel guilt since I hadn't wanted to do it, but rationality doesn't cover everything.
"Not now. Gotta focus on Hero Lee Seowon first. This is urgent."
"No, fuck! I set the mood for you to fuck me, and you pick her?!"
"Obviously Hero Lee Seowon matters more. What kind of question is that?"
"Your mom's... Can't even argue."
Witae burst into her rough laugh, flashing a bright grin.
"Fine. After you fuck that sis... If you miss young pussy, call me. I'll spread anytime."
"Your speech sounds weirdly like an old lady's."
She was my age, but her vocab was crude and dated.
"Fuck, this prick always—!"
She smacked my shoulder. It stung just right—not hero-level, clearly playful. Felt like I had a friend. My heart lightened a bit.