Even the Dream Illusion Flower Wriggles Helplessly Before Hypnosis
Jegal Cheongha couldn't budge an inch in the face of hypnosis. She just wriggled pathetically.
Her completely bare ass jiggled back and forth. Buttocks as white and plump as a flower in bloom. Honed by martial arts, they brimmed with elasticity, without a single hint of sag. And then... jiggle jiggle. Her massive tits—voluminous enough to nurse a child—bounced lewdly with every motion. All because she was marching in place, stark naked.
A woman forced to march on the spot in front of a man, letting him scrutinize every inch of her body? That alone was utter humiliation. And with her naked body on full display? She could end her life from the shame, and no one would blame her.
But...
"......"
Jiggle jiggle. Wriggle wriggle. Jegal Cheongha kept marching, her tits bouncing and ass shaking as if she couldn't stop for even a split second.
Her eyes... those mystical, otherworldly eyes that had earned her the moniker Dream Illusion Flower. Now they were utterly vacant, completely unfocused. Eyes that had lost all reason. It was as if she herself was proving that even someone with her special gaze was no different from any other bitch once hypnotized.
"Heh heh, good. That's exactly how a slut like you should carry herself."
Jang Il chuckled, his eyes devouring every inch of Jegal Cheongha's exposed body. Just as he'd expected. Her face wasn't the only standout feature—her figure was perfection. Especially that wriggling ass. Up close, you could see the taut muscles flexing beneath the smooth, soft flesh. That was the key difference between a female martial expert and some common wench.
The exquisite harmony of feminine softness and the resilient beauty of a broodmare's body. And it wasn't just her ass. Her arms, legs, abs, lower back, thighs—nearly every part of her was incomparable. Everything except her tits, which couldn't be trained. That was why a peak female expert's naked body was the ultimate feast for a man's eyes.
That was Jang Il's firm belief. And once again, he was confirming it with his own eyes—through this arrogant bitch from the Jegal family who'd dared suspect them and push them into a corner.
Watching her stripped bare, tits jiggling, ass wriggling, mindlessly marching in place? It was pure, exhilarating satisfaction.
"Heh heh, keeping this prime view all to myself... feels like I'm cheating Young Master out of it."
Even as he savored the sight, Jang Il thought of Bang So-un. But it wasn't time yet. Giving Bang So-un the antidote could wait until the Murim Alliance goons outside had left and safety was assured. Any unexpected mishap after the antidote would be trouble.
Besides, it looked better if the renowned physician Go-eui treated him rather than a sudden "miraculous recovery." That way, they could dodge any suspicions from the world.
For that, they needed to thoroughly brainwash this Jegal bitch right now. The rice was nearly cooked—sloppy finishing could invite unwanted doubts from the Alliance.
Luckily, they had plenty of time. More than enough to toy with a single bitch as he pleased.
Of course, the target was the Dream Illusion Flower. One of the world's sharpest women, from the Jegal family. But that was only by worldly standards. In his presence...
"Heh heh."
Jang Il's eyes gleamed wickedly.
"You've probably heard how smart you were since you were a kid."
"......Yes, Master......"
"So why are you like this now? Why are you stripping your tits and pussy bare in front of the enemy you suspected, marching like a retard?"
"......Because Jegal pussy bitch isn't smart at all...... Thanks to the great Master, Jegal pussy bitch has realized she has a thick-skulled idiot head even worse than a worm's...... No plan from this moronic thick skull could ever work on Master, not even a hair's breadth...... My current pathetic state proves it...... Jegal pussy bitch is lost in Master's hypnosis, naked without a thread, tits jiggling, ass wriggling, marching like a retard......"
Jegal Cheongha blatantly confessed that before Jang Il, she wasn't the Dream Illusion Flower—just "Jegal pussy bitch." Jang Il burst into laughter, delighted.
"Puhaha!"
Yes, this was it. Whether she was one of the world's smartest bitches or not, once she fell into their hands, she was just another pussy slut.
"Good. Stop."
"...Yes... Master...... Jegal pussy bitch obeys the command......"
Finally, Jegal Cheongha's humiliating march halted. But still naked, she couldn't hide any shameful part of her body—she just stood there blankly.
"From now on, I'm giving you some very important education. Listen carefully without a single mistake and etch it deep into your idiot thick skull."
"...Yes... Master...... Jegal pussy bitch will listen carefully to Master's solemn education without a single mistake and etch it deep into her idiot thick skull......"
Jegal Cheongha, who'd studied everything from ancient sages' classics to the Four Books, arithmetic, Buddhist scriptures, martial arts, and trivia. Now, standing naked and blank, she awaited Jang Il's crude "lessons"—as if they were the greatest wisdom in the world. It was utterly ridiculous.
Jang Il could barely hold back his laughter, erupting again.
"Puhaha! Alright, let's begin."
Nearly half a shichen of Jang Il's "education" dragged on. Jegal Cheongha stood naked, motionless, offering only obedient replies like "...Yes... Master......" from time to time.
And finally...
Jang Il checked if it was complete.
"Have you etched every single bit into that idiot thick skull of yours without missing anything?"
"...Yes... Master...... Jegal pussy bitch has etched Master's solemn education into her idiot thick skull without missing a single bit......"
"Haha, good."
Jang Il nodded vigorously.
"Then... ah, one more thing."
As if struck by a sudden idea, Jang Il grinned twistedly.
"From today on, every night before bed, strip your lower garments all the way off, grab your ankles, lift your ass high, and repeatedly clench and release your pussy muscles."
The training courtesans did to tighten their pussies for men's pleasure. No martial expert would stoop to that. Yet here he was, ordering it of Jegal Cheongha.
"...Yes... Master...... From today on, every night before bed...... Jegal pussy bitch will strip her lower garments all the way off, grab her ankles, lift her ass high...... and repeatedly clench and release her pussy muscles......"
To the current Jegal Cheongha, refusal didn't exist. Only obedient submission.
"One hundred reps. How many?"
"......One hundred reps...... Master......"
"And make sure no one catches you."
"...Yes... Master...... No one will catch her......"
Bedtime was midnight anyway—no one would dare approach the Jegal lady's private chambers. No risk of discovery.
Thus, Jegal Cheongha was doomed to this rigid routine: one hundred pussy clenches every night, ass up.
"Heh heh."
Only then did Jang Il return to the main point.
"Alright, time for the quiz. What must you forget?"
"......Jegal pussy bitch forgets that she was hypnotized here, stripped completely bare, tits and pussy exposed, and thoroughly brainwashed......"
"And that's the end?"
"......No...... Jegal pussy bitch's idiot thick skull is already thoroughly brainwashed by Master's hypnosis...... So at Master's single word, anytime, anywhere, she instantly drops back into this deep hypnosis, awaiting only Master's commands......"
"What word?"
"......Stupid Jegal pussy bitch...... When Jegal pussy bitch hears those words from Master, she instantly falls into deep hypnosis, anytime, anywhere......"
The lethal trigger that could turn Jegal Cheongha into a mindless puppet in an instant. With that suggestion in place, her life was fully in Jang Il's grasp.
"Heh heh, good. Very good."
Satisfied, Jang Il let out a pleased chuckle.
"Now, let's test if it's properly etched one last time."
Clap! Jang Il clapped his hands. Jegal Cheongha's mind finally returned to reality after what felt like ages.
'Huh?'
For a split second, she felt a faint sense of dissonance. As if time had flowed strangely. But it had to be an illusion. Time skipping didn't make sense.
More importantly, focus on what was in front of her.
"As expected, there's not a shred of doubt about Golden Dragon Leader."
Jegal Cheongha blurted out the absurd statement—not as a thought, but aloud. Jang Il took it in stride.
"Haha, right?"
"Yes, exactly."
She couldn't deny it. It was the truth.
"So, if the Murim Alliance warriors outside ask, what will you say?"
"Of course, that there's nothing suspicious. That I got it wrong."
"Oh right, didn't you say the Nangong family was suspicious too? Poisoning or whatever."
Another tidbit Jang Il had extracted under hypnosis. Sensing trouble, he'd naturally covered that base too. Normally, she'd discuss it with her father, the Heaven Machine.
But...
"No, the Nangong family head died of natural causes. Nothing suspicious there either."
Jegal Cheongha answered without hesitation. Of course. He'd died naturally.
"Got it. Well, then, you're free to go? No doubts, right?"
"Yes, exactly."
Jegal Cheongha stood up. It wasn't wrong. Everything was neatly resolved—no reason to linger.
"No, no, you can't just leave like that."
"Pardon?"
"We still have one more test."
"Test?"
As Jegal Cheongha blinked in confusion...
"This. Stupid Jegal pussy bitch."
"Ah......"
Her pupils dilated into a hazy void in an instant. Her arms went limp, dangling at her sides. Deep in hypnosis once more, she stood blankly. Jang Il grinned.