Twisted Causality
The sorrowful tears welled up in my mother’s eyes as she stood frozen, a paring knife clutched in her hand.
“Peace…? Why are you looking at me like that…?”
She was not related to me by blood.
Yet she had raised me with more devotion than she ever showed her own son.
And now that son was staring at her with eyes that seemed to reject her, as if she were a murderer.
At the sound of her heartbroken voice, I barely managed to clench my jaw.
Calm down.
The mother standing before me right now hasn’t stabbed me yet.
She hasn’t fallen under that bastard’s hypnosis… not yet.
I forced my ragged breathing under control and plastered on a fake, gentle smile.
“…I’m sorry, Mother.”
“Peace?”
“I had a terrible nightmare, like sleep paralysis. I wasn’t in my right mind for a moment. I’m truly sorry for frightening you.”
“Are you… are you really okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. But there’s somewhere I need to go right away. I’ll be back soon!”
“Oh, Peace! Where are you going?!”
Before she could ask anything more, I threw on a coat and bolted from the room.
Her worried voice called after me, but I had no time to look back.
My mind was a tangled mess.
It was thanks to the knowledge of the Hypnotic Eyes now etched into my brain.
I already understood perfectly how to activate and use this power.
But there was one fatal problem that weighed on me.
In my previous life, every single one of those women had empty, unfocused eyes.
My family, my childhood friend—everyone had been the same.
People who fell under that bastard’s hypnosis all turned into lifeless puppets, as if their souls had been ripped out.
The fear that if I wielded this power clumsily, I might turn my own people into those same hollow-eyed wrecks gripped me like ice.
Three uses per person.
And the risk that anyone placed under hypnosis might become a broken doll with a shattered mind.
Carrying those two restrictions, I headed for the shabby commoner residential area on the outskirts of the village.
The devilish bastard who had cut my throat in my previous life and turned everyone I cherished into sex slaves.
“…Kyle.”
The moment I arrived in front of his house, my heart began to thrash wildly with rage.
If things were the same as in my previous life, Kyle would be preparing for his birthday party right now.
Waiting desperately for the “red bead” I was supposed to bring him.
But that bead had already been absorbed into my left eye.
Knock, knock, knock—
I exhaled roughly and pounded on the old wooden door.
The moment that pathetic face of his appeared, I planned to smash it in.
Click.
But the person who opened the door a moment later was not Kyle.
“Oh, is that you, Peace? Are you here to see Kyle?”
The figure revealed through the gap in the door.
It was Kyle’s mother.
Elena, a widow whose seductive figure and stunning beauty made it hard to believe she was a commoner.
The instant her refined voice reached my ears, a fragment of memory from my previous life flashed through my mind.
In my previous life, the moment Kyle obtained the Hypnotic Eyes, the filthy bastard had laid his hands on his own mother, Elena, first of all.
To satisfy his twisted lust, he had mercilessly turned even his own birth mother into a puppet and corrupted her.
At the same time, my left eye began to burn hot with a strange magical power.
…Yes. If it’s this woman, it doesn’t matter.
Kyle’s biological mother, Elena.
The woman who had been the first to be broken by him in my previous life.
Before I used hypnosis on the people I cared about, there could be no better “first test subject” to experiment on—someone I could dominate perfectly while keeping her ego intact, without turning her into a hollow-eyed doll.
Even if I failed and she became a broken wreck, she was nothing more than my enemy’s mother.
I casually brushed my hair over my left eye, which glowed with an ominous crimson light, and opened my mouth with a deliberately calm expression.
“Hello, Aunt Elena. I came to see Kyle.”
“I see. Come in. Kyle’s in his room on the second floor.”
Elena smiled warmly and opened the door wide.
“I’ll call him down. Why don’t you wait at the dining table in the living room for a bit?”
“Yes, thank you.”
I followed her guidance and sat down at the dining table in the living room.
A short while later, heavy footsteps thudded down the stairs from the second floor.
When I looked up, I saw the face of the bastard I wanted to tear apart—the same face that had laughed at me while ordering my torture in my previous life.
Kyle.
Right now he was still powerless, nothing more than an ordinary, pathetic commoner youth from a remote border village.
Kyle scratched his chin with a puzzled look when he saw me.
“Huh? Peace? The birthday party’s tonight. Why are you here so early?”
The moment I heard his voice, my heart raged with fury.
But I clenched my fist tightly under the table and answered casually.
“No. It’s your birthday today, right? I came to ask what kind of gift you want.”
“Haha, what the hell? You came all the way here this early just for that?”
Kyle chuckled as he spoke.
“Hey, you can give me anything. Even some pretty rock or bead you find lying on the street—I’ll happily take it.”
“…So anything will do, huh.”
In my previous life, I had simply thought it was because my friend had such a humble and kind personality, and I had been moved.
That was why I had sincerely believed him, carefully wrapped up that red bead I thought was a street gem, and offered it to him.
But now that I knew the truth, I could see his true nature—rotten to the core with hypocrisy.
His words had been nothing but a mocking façade that secretly sneered, A pathetic commoner like you has no money anyway, so don’t bother buying anything useless. Just bring me some rare jewel instead.
“Kyle. There’s something I want to ask you.”
“Huh? Why are you suddenly getting all serious? Fine, go ahead. Tell me.”
Kyle plopped down in the chair across the table with an intrigued expression.
I leaned back in my seat and threw out the question as casually as if it were a playful hypothetical, probing his true nature.
“Let’s say, hypothetically. Really, just suppose… you suddenly gained the ability to control people’s minds however you wanted. But there’s only one use. What would you do?”
“…?”
“As friends. Man to man. Be honest.”
Kyle made a dumb face for a moment, then rested his chin on his hand with a sleazy, amused grin.
“Damn, that’s a fresh question. Mind control, but only one shot?”
Kyle narrowed his eyes and casually revealed his true, unfiltered nature.
“Hmm… If it were me, I’d turn men into lifelong slave laborers who do nothing but work under me. And women… I’d just turn them into simple ‘emotionless slaves,’ I guess?”
“Emotionless slaves?”
My heart sank.
Completely unaware of the change in my expression, Kyle continued with a gleeful laugh, as if he were just telling a fun joke.
“Isn’t that obvious? If women still have emotions, they’re a fucking pain in the ass to handle. They whine, they resist, they feel guilty… Why the hell would I put up with that annoyance?”
“…”
“It’s cleaner to just erase their reason and emotions completely and turn them into meat dolls that obey my every command without question. Let them live the rest of their lives serving only to satisfy my sexual desires.”
“…”
“What’s with that face? Hey, all guys think shit like this. I’m just kidding, kidding.”
Kyle laughed it off playfully, but my mind was reeling from the massive revelation.
So that’s why.
The mother who had stabbed me, my older sister, my little sister, my childhood friend…
I finally understood perfectly why their eyes had been so lifeless and unfocused.
The moment this filthy bastard obtained the Hypnotic Eyes, he had crushed the women’s reason and souls entirely—simply because their emotions were too annoying—and turned them into broken wrecks.
Rage surged up to the top of my head.
But at the same time, an intense sense of relief washed over me.
The Hypnotic Eyes itself did not turn people into dolls.
It was only Kyle’s vile and cruel method of using it that had done so.
If I used a different approach.
It would surely be possible to perform a precise hypnosis that completely subjugated the target under my control while fully preserving their reason and emotions.
“…Yeah, that was an interesting answer.”
As I slowly stood up to leave, Elena came hurrying out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron.
“Oh, Peace. If you have time, could you help me in the kitchen for a bit?”
“Pardon?”
“There’s only Kyle as a man in the house, but that boy won’t lift a finger… A heavy box of ingredients just arrived. It’s his birthday today too—could you give me a hand?”
At Elena’s awkward request, Kyle, who was already heading back up the stairs, waved his hand without even turning around.
“Ah, Mom! I’m tired. Peace is strong, so just make him do it!”
Bang!
With that sound, Kyle disappeared into his room.
Just like in my previous life, he was a selfish, ungrateful bastard who only cared about himself.
His despicable attitude showed he couldn’t care less whether his own mother struggled with a heavy box.
“Goodness, that Kyle… I’m sorry, Peace.”
Elena scratched her cheek in embarrassment and sighed.
I looked at her and secretly lifted the corner of my mouth under the table.
Kyle, you worthless piece of shit.
Your own mother is struggling and you can’t even be bothered to lift a finger?
The mother you abandoned—I will gladly take her for myself.
“It’s fine, Aunt. I’ll help. Since it’s Kyle’s birthday, let him rest in his room.”
“Oh, thank you so much, Peace!”
Elena smiled brightly and led me into the kitchen.
A closed, isolated space with Kyle absent.
A blind spot completely invisible from the second floor.
It was the perfect stage to test the first activation of the Hypnotic Eyes away from prying eyes and carefully guide the target so she would not become a “hollow-eyed wreck.”
“Aunt Elena.”
I called her name as I picked up the box.
In the narrow, dim blind spot of the kitchen.
In a space where only the two of us stood, our gazes became intimately close.
I slowly swept back the bangs that had been covering my eyes.
My left crimson eye, thick with a blood-red glow, was fully revealed.
“Ah… Peace, your eye… why is it…”
“Be quiet. Focus only on my eyes.”
“Uh, uhh…”
The thick hypnotic magic began to gnaw away at her mind through her pupils.
A precise control that did not destroy her brain.
I left her reason completely intact and rewrote only her body’s mechanisms entirely.
Every time you think of my name.
Every time I call your name.
Regardless of your reason, your pussy will go into uncontrollable heat.
“Haa, ngh…!”
The moment the brand of hypnosis fully settled into her mind.
Elena let out a short moan and collapsed against my chest as if she could no longer stand.
“Aunt? What’s wrong?”
“P-Peace… ah, haa…”
Her reason was still perfectly intact.
But her body was forcibly heating up, chasing after pleasure.
Every time the word “Peace” left my mouth, her lower body twitched and trembled.
The fact that her own son Kyle was sleeping in the room upstairs had long since burned away in the shameful heat, vanishing into nothing.
“It’s strange… it feels so strange, Peace… When you call my name….”
“Yes, Aunt.”
“My body trembles all over… haa, my crotch is so itchy… Hot love juices are gushing out from inside my pussy and soaking my skirt… ngh, why am I like this…?”
Elena desperately clutched at her clothes and twisted her legs together.
The enemy’s mother, eyes perfectly focused, panting like a bitch in heat at a single call from me, desperately craving my semen.
It was the perfect success of the first experiment.
“Peace… just once more, can’t you call my name just one more time…? Please… haa, haa…”
Watching the widow beg for me without even understanding why she was in heat.
I let out a deep, cruel laugh inside my heart.
“Well. Only if you listen to me obediently, Aunt.”
Revenge had only just taken its first step.