EP.92 Level 9 - Ung, Complete Empathy (6)

"Why do you look like you're about to die?"

"I got sucked dry by Ayoung yesterday."

"Ah...."

Hyeun's face twisted into something utterly bizarre the moment she heard why I looked so wrecked. She quickly hid the memo pad she'd been holding behind her back.

Wasn't she the one who dragged me out here earlier for some "consultation"?

"What's this about? I'll hear you out, at least. Doing it is a whole other story."

"I-I had no idea you were getting drained so hard you're on death's door!"

"No, so what were you trying to say?!"

"Master says speak. Stop leaking your filthy juices and spill it, you dirty meat toilet bitch."

"Hauu♡"

Th... Hyemi?

Hyeun's got a masochistic streak, so she actually enjoys being degraded with that kind of perverted talk.

If this was about satisfying your big sister's sexual cravings, I'd have to applaud your sisterly love....

Ah, nope. Not it.

She just wanted to indulge her own sadism.

Seeing that aroused look on her face while trash-talking her own sister? Kinda kills the vibe.

"You won't get mad, right?"

"Not something a maso pervert who loves it rough would say."

"No, that's just play!"

Play, huh? I've dumped some pretty genuine venom on Hyeun plenty of times.

Actually, her ideas give me such a headache I can't stop cursing.

"Th-this...."

"What'd you scribble all over it? Gongju's handwriting's even here.... You made this with Gongju?"

"Yeah. Figured Gongju knows your powers best."

Ah, so it's an analysis of my abilities.

If that's it, just hand it over. Why hesitate like I'd curse you out?

Feeling absurd, I started slowly flipping through the memo pad—and immediately kicked myself for forgetting who I was dealing with.

No wonder it hit her so hard she reacted like that.

"Hyemi, you knew about this?"

"What's that?"

"Hyeun, are you for real?"

Of course, no way Hyemi signed off on this.

But here she is, bringing me play that drags Hyemi into it.

How much more dignity as a big sister are you planning to trash? It's terrifying.

"B-but.... No matter how I look at it, Hyemi seemed so happy back then. I wanna feel something like that too."

"Your intentions are so consistently twisted, it's almost impressive."

The analysis of my powers here is solid, objectively. Super helpful.

Problem is the reason she wrote it.

First, wipe the part where "Too Scary~" pushed her over into full pervert territory.

Erase all the lewd stuff tied to me, reset her to pure innocence.

Hyemi treats her gently, back to their old close-sister days if possible.

Then, via "Study if You Don't Know," her body reacts exactly to my words as commands or desires.

Fill gaps with "Do It For Me," "Am I the Only One Uncomfortable?," "My head's ringing," whatever.

Basically, rig her to fall under hypnosis like my words are inescapable suggestions.

"This is perversion beyond imagination."

"Th-thanks for the praise."

"Praise?"

The victim has to think it's rape for it to count as rape.

But I want to get raped.

So wipe my memories and do it.

Scary tastes on this girl.

But honestly? The content's hot enough it's hard to flat-out refuse.

No risk of me getting hooked like Ayoung, either.

"Hyemi, mind helping out?"

"If Master wants it, I'd dive into a pit of fire."

"Pretending to be buddy-buddy with your sister is the fire pit?"

"...No?"

Saying that stabs my conscience—I did nuke their relationship.

No clue how to fix these two.

"And this."

"You got a drug habit or what? What's this haul?"

"Old breast milk stuff, plus new toys."

A case that looked different caught my eye.

Tiny syringes packed in there. The hell's it for?

"Snagged this from experiments—looks promising. Injects to hypertrophize the spot...."

"Can't you use something safe for once?"

"Psh, level 9 body enhancement hunter? This won't kill me."

Last time with the enhancement remover, I legit thought she might croak.

Eh, she probably vets 'em for safety.

And there's always a Seo Eunha-labeled vial at the end.

Seo Eunha's potions, bet.

If shit hits the fan, that'll fix it. S-rank hunter brew handles most crises.

Hyeun factors that in, no doubt.

"So, where's it going?"

"Areolas, nipples, clit."

"Bloat those, wipe your memory—you won't freak?"

"You have no idea how electric it'll feel!?"

I don't, you lunatic.

Don't wanna.

Hyemi's gaze turning more contemptuous toward Hyeun? Worry spikes.

"Live right sometimes. Hyemi's eyeing you like a bug."

"Th-that's kinda hot too...."

"So you'll squat in my house forever?"

"Ah, then I'll crash at Eunhyuk's too."

"Psycho?"

Merging households just like that? Every damn thought of hers warps my brain—terrifying.

"So, now? That's why Hyemi tagged along?"

"Th-that's it? Total trash. How can you eye me like that again?"

"Heuun...."

No denial? Their bond snaps further.

Whatever, later.

"Okay, fine. I'll do it."

I'm the one tormenting Hyeun here.

If I'm wiped, skip semen extraction—satisfy without.

Dick too heavy? Play without swinging.

"Hold up, injecting."

"Go for it...."

Hyeun jabbed syringes into her clit, nipples, then areolas—multiple hits.

Moments ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠later, they ballooned grotesquely. Freakish.

"Whoa, that's gonna shock."

Pinky-sized nipples and clit? Gross enough.

But areolas erupting like mountains? Horror show.

Straight outta manga.

"O-oh! Perfect!"

"Pure joy's nice, but... yeah."

Her fiddling the mega-clit—half awe, half bliss—pissed me off.

Wanna smash that smug face into agony.

Picturing her blank-slate self "raped" via hypnosis? Dick throbs.

Pervert face suits her less than innocent girl crumbling to pleasure.

"Gonna cast quick."

First, lock in "Study if You Don't Know" per her notes.

If my words hit as commands/desires, body makes it real.

Pink glow triggers.

Impossible? White glow signals no-go.

Permanent? Red glow, center number ticks up.

Headcase genius.

Why I can't quit consulting her on powers.

Quality high enough for future training sessions.

Test proves if it sticks—experience says yes.

"That vibe, Study if You Don't Know."

Hyeun thrust her belly out proudly. I sketched a lewd yin sigil, imagining the raunchiest womb.

Uterus outline, laced with pervy markers.

Yin sigils are peak erotica.

"Ooh, pretty. You put real effort in."

"You prepped hard—slacking'd disappoint you."

"......."

She flushed weirdly, hid behind her panties, backed up.

Prime tsukkomi bait, but nah.

Cute, though.

Hyeun dressed fully, nodded ready.

I stripped Hyemi halfway, bound her with her own clothes, triggered traits.

Memory wipe time.

"Liking rape, diving into extreme filth, the horrors that spawned. Too Scary~"

Works 'cause Hyeun's nailed the normal-girl cosplay.

Those memories prop her up—erasing the lewd chunk won't break her.

Raping pure Hyeun? Dick's already twitching.

"Eh? Why'm I here? Was eating with Hyemi.... Hyemi!?"

"...Sis?"

Hyemi nailed the natural act, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cueing her line.

Not acting? Craving sis's true thoughts.

If sis shared lewd 'cause pervert, she'd still love sans-lewd.

"Eunhyuk-ssi? What happened? Why's Hyemi like that.... You bastard!"

"Yup. Can't move, though?"

"Do It For Me" ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠froze her.

She despaired, Hyemi half-nude and bound, yet rooted.

"Why...."

"'Cause right now, you're a slave who obeys my every word."

"Ridiculous...."

Your rape-fetish plot's the real joke.

Innocent doe eyes—like a stranger.

"Now, lift your shirt. Show your navel."

Confirming the yin sigil.

Hyeun yanked up forcibly, bared belly—jolted at the lewd tattoo.

"Wh-what the...."

"Mark that you're my slave."

"Qu-quickly erase it! Know who I am...!?"

"Climax."

No need for lectures on the sigil.

Best lesson? Live it.

"Hii? Haaut...!"

Pink flash ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from tattoo—blasted her with ecstasy.

Command alone triggered orgasm; legs buckled, ass to floor.

Now, trembling fearful eyes on me.

Alright, let's begin.