Absolute Obedience
"Overnight stay, or just a short stay?"
The male receptionist at the nearby motel asked in a bored tone as I arrived with hesitant steps.
"A short stay."
As I answered and reached for my card, I froze, suddenly uncertain.
Two cards sat in my inner pocket.
One was my personal card linked to my salary account.
The other was the company card the Guide had said I could use for anything related to work.
Could what I was doing right now truly be considered work?
Or…
"Here’s your key. By the way… is she all right?"
After I handed over the company card and the payment went through, the receptionist gave me the key and asked the question.
Following his gaze, I saw the woman standing blankly behind me.
She was the woman I had just brainwashed, and the way she stared vacantly into empty space made her look obviously strange to anyone watching.
"Haha… She must be really tired. She’s fine, right?"
"Yes, she’s fine."
At my reply, she turned her eyes toward me and answered in a flat, emotionless voice.
Even so, the receptionist still gave us a suspicious look, but apparently finding no further reason to doubt us, he looked away.
Relieved, I turned with her and stood in front of the elevator.
"Must be nice, getting some action in broad daylight… That chick’s got some huge tits, though. Tch."
A faint mutter from the receptionist drifted over from the front desk as we passed.
Leaving the voice behind, we entered the motel room together.
Inside were a bed large enough for two and a single chair.
Finally, it was just the two of us—a young man and woman.
When I turned around, feeling a strange tension, the woman stood there as if she would remain rooted in place until the world ended if I gave no further orders.
She was fixed to the spot, her eyes darting around restlessly as she tracked only my movements. Watching her, I felt no sense of life from her at all.
"Should I… go wash up first?"
Now that we were alone, I had no idea where to begin. So I gave her an order, partly to buy myself time to think.
Besides, I figured a clean state would be better for running various experiments.
[Really? Is that the only reason?]
A mocking voice echoed in my head.
‘What are you trying to say?’
[Who knows? Maybe you know better than I do. Heh, heh…]
"Yes."
While I was conversing inwardly with the Guide, the owner of that monotone voice began removing her clothes, one piece at a time.
Even though I was watching the entire process, she paid no attention to my gaze and simply carried out the predetermined action.
Pop. Plop.
She undid the buttons of her blouse from the top down, revealing a black lace bra. Reaching behind her, she unhooked the straps covering her full breasts—
Plop.
The bra fell away, and her large, elastic breasts bounced up and down.
Her breasts, now fully exposed as if a seal had been broken, exceeded my imagination. They were so large that even spreading my palm wide wouldn’t let me grasp them completely, and they sagged slightly under their own weight.
The urge to grab them roughly and taste the pink tips rose immediately, but the unfinished undressing pulled my attention elsewhere.
Swish.
Her skirt slid down her skin and pooled on the floor. Following that, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties—still covered by stockings—and pulled both garments down together.
Plop.
The black underwear and stockings she had removed fell onto the skirt.
Now completely naked, every inch of her body was exposed to the air, including her most intimate area.
I stared, entranced, at her bare form—her breasts and even her smooth, hairless mound. When she turned toward the bathroom, I snapped back to my senses.
Shhhhh—
The sound of the shower followed, and I sat on the bed with a faint sense of emptiness. It was an oddly suggestive situation, listening to a woman shower, yet my mind went elsewhere before excitement could take hold.
‘…Come to think of it, this is a crime, isn’t it?’
The company had said they would take responsibility and cover for my actions. But even so, that didn’t erase my moral conscience.
[Why do you think it’s a crime?]
The voice in my head questioned me in a low tone.
‘Because… she doesn’t want this. She’s only following my orders because I brainwashed her.’
I countered with the obvious logic.
[Has she ever said she doesn’t want to follow your orders? If she had, she wouldn’t be here right now, would she?]
‘That’s a contradiction. She’s only obeying because I brainwashed her.’
[Either way, she’s never said otherwise, has she? Not in words, not in actions. Or do you think guessing someone else’s thoughts has legal weight?]
‘That’s…’
[A crime only counts as a crime if someone proves and reveals it. If the victim you’re thinking of doesn’t even recognize herself as a victim, does a crime even exist? Can you even call it wrong? Especially when no one else knows—only you feel it.]
I couldn’t answer.
I knew the Guide’s words were contradictory, yet I couldn’t refute them either.
[You said you’d pay off your debt, didn’t you? Or did a little money in your account suddenly make you comfortable? To pay off two billion won, you’ll have to work yourself to the bone for at least a few more years. Can you really afford to relax already?]
At those piercing words, I could no longer speak.
In the silence of my surrender, I thought I heard a soundless laugh echo in my mind.
But soon the laughter vanished like a lie, replaced by a serious voice that fully awakened me.
[Remember. You are simply carrying out company business. Understood?]
‘…Understood.’
My answer wasn’t reluctant.
The Guide’s words were entirely correct, and I spoke because I acknowledged my own complacency.
[Ahaha—! You’re too cute! Teaching you is really fun!! I like you so much I could just pounce on you right now…]
Having read my thoughts, the Guide laughed loudly before ending with a slightly chilling remark.
Thud…
While talking with the Guide, I turned at the sound of approaching footsteps and saw the damp woman walking toward me.
"I’m done washing."
She reported to me as if requesting the next order now that she had completed the previous one. Her unfocused eyes were fixed solely on me.
"Sit over there."
Having fully made up my mind through my conversation with the Guide, I gave the order without hesitation.
She followed my pointing finger and sat on the nearby chair.
When I left her alone to observe her reaction, she simply stared blankly at me with an unreadable gaze.
Drip—
A line of drool trickled from the corner of her parted lips as she sat with a vacant expression.
Startled by the unexpected physiological reaction, I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket, wiped it away, and asked,
"What’s your name?"
"Lee Se-ah."
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-one."
"What’s your weight?"
"Fifty-two kilograms."
Her answers came without pause, so I decided to raise the stakes.
"How many times a week do you masturbate?"
"I don’t."
The shameful question was answered without hesitation.
She doesn’t masturbate at all?
…Ah.
"Then how about once a month?"
"Once or twice…"
After a brief silence, as if recalling something, Se-ah answered.
A brainwashed person answers only according to the intent of the question.
That would apply to orders as well.
At least I had learned one thing.
"That’s quite rare. Do you not have much of a sex drive?"
"Work at the company has been busy lately…"
Se-ah trailed off as she answered.
"What if you weren’t busy?"
"Two or three times a week…"
She was starting to sound embarrassed.
"What do you think about when you masturbate?"
Twitch.
Se-ah, who had seemed emotionless until now, reacted for the first time.
After several seconds of silence, her lips trembling, she finally spoke.
"I do it… while watching… two men…"
"Don’t tell me… gay porn?"
My voice rose in surprise.
Contrary to her cold, city-woman image, the porn she watched was gay…
Learning this hidden side of her was slightly shocking.
"Yes…"
Her expression remained blank, but her face had flushed slightly.
It was proof that even under brainwashing, her deeper sense of self remained intact.
This was a valuable discovery.
Perhaps the Guide could have told me these things, but she seemed to prefer that I discover them on my own rather than being spoon-fed.
Just as a new employee’s seniors might want them to adapt and learn the job themselves instead of being told everything immediately.
To gather more information, I deliberately asked an extreme question.
"What if… your family was right in front of you, and I told you to kill them? Would you do it?"
"……"
A brief silence.
I took it as hesitation.
So that’s how it is… No matter how brainwashed someone is, they wouldn’t go that far—
"Yes."
The answer came.
"Really?"
"Yes."
Even when I asked again in a startled voice, she answered without any trace of hesitation this time.
Despite Se-ah’s emotionless face and voice, I could be certain.
She would truly kill her family if I ordered it.
With that blank expression, she would use every means available to kill the parents who gave birth to and raised her—the most important people in her world—without mercy.
I clearly realized that the brainwashed Se-ah had become a being who would obey my every word, from head to toe, perhaps even her very soul.
A wave of fear washed over me at the fact that I had completely subjugated another human being.
At the same time—
I felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of being able to move and play with her perfectly within my grasp.