The World's Only Acupuncture Technique
"Doctor, I've brought your meal."
"...Yes, set it down."
"Yes, Doctor."
The maid entered, placed the dinner tray, and left.
"Mm."
Un Jung-seon looked distinctly uncomfortable somewhere. The reason soon revealed itself. When she removed her black cat mask, her face was covered in small needles.
Two in her nostrils. Over a dozen on her philtrum. More than twenty on her chin. Over thirty in total.
Un Jung-seon frowned at the inevitable discomfort. But there was no choice. This was a self-experiment to develop a new acupuncture technique. She had to endure the unease to see results.
"Hoo... just one more day."
She awkwardly lifted her chopsticks in her ridiculous state, clearly suffering. Whether a single day would suffice would be clear tomorrow.
Day two of the procedure.
"Name."
"...Un Jung-seon... Master......"
"Gender."
"...Pussy bitch... Master......"
"Age."
"...Orphan pussy bitch, so... I don't know properly... Master......"
The same questions. But answers very different from yesterday. Every sentence ended with Master. She demeaned her own gender as pussy bitch, a humiliating, lowly self-reference. That alone made her state crystal clear.
Of course, it wasn't just words. Her attire. Only an undergarment on top and bottom. Not the slutty kind a courtesan might wear—instead, plain white ones that somehow felt even more obscene against her usual rigid, upright personality.
"Condition."
"...This pussy bitch can't think of anything... can't feel anything... obeys only Master's commands......"
"Good."
Jang Il nodded in satisfaction. Her completely vacant, soulless pupils. Her slack, powerless mouth slightly agape. Arms limp at her sides, yet her back ramrod straight from the order to sit upright. Everything pleased him. It showed her hypnosis depth had plummeted to near its limit.
"You obey only my commands?"
"...Yes... Master......"
"Then we'll test how well you obey from now on."
"...Just give the order... this pussy bitch will obey... Master......"
"Stand up."
"...This pussy bitch... obeys the command... Master......"
Un Jung-seon rose smoothly to her feet. Jang Il winked at Bang So-un as if the real fun started now. Knowing the meaning, Bang So-un smirked.
"What's that you're wearing on top?"
Jang Il asked with a sly grin.
"...Tit cover... Master......"
Un Jung-seon answered with the normal common sense embedded in her mind. But Bang So-un and Jang Il both knew that common sense could be easily overwritten by suggestion. Just as they'd changed how she referred to herself to pussy bitch.
"Wrong."
"......"
"That's a tit rag, you stupid bitch."
Jang Il spat the rebuke.
"...I'm sorry... stupid bitch didn't know properly... Master......"
Her normal common sense twisted instantly. Un Jung-seon, who'd given the right answer, now wore a pained, fearful expression as she apologized. That was because of the suggestion: being rebuked by her master would flood her body with waves of agony and terror.
"I'll ask again. What's that on top?"
"...Tit rag... Master......"
Un Jung-seon gave the rewritten vulgar answer. Only then did Jang Il nod.
"That's right."
"...Yes... Master......"
"Then what's on the bottom?"
"...Pussy rag... Master......"
She gave the answer straight to Jang Il's taste from the start. Proof that even with her consciousness sunk into the abyss, her remaining brain could think for itself. Of course, that was necessary for implanting suggestions and carrying out orders. But that thinking had no connection to her original will or intent. It was purely passive cognition to faithfully serve the suggestions and commands of her governing 'Master.' Woman has a pussy, so pussy bitch. Master's implanted suggestion. Thus, the undergarment covering the pussy becomes a pussy rag—that's what her cognition deduced as the desired answer.
"Hahaha, she's got some brains after all. Makes sense for a doctor."
Jang Il laughed.
"Good. Now take off the tit rag."
"...This pussy bitch... obeys the command... Master......"
Not even a hint of resistance. Un Jung-seon promptly untied her tit rag. It fell to the floor, revealing sizable, resilient tits. Remarkably firm for a middle-aged woman, barely sagging.
"Nice."
Bang So-un's appraisal. The flesh he'd anticipated passed muster, lifting his mood. But the more crucial part remained.
"Take off the pussy rag too."
"...This pussy bitch... obeys the command... Master......"
Again, no hesitation. Un Jung-seon shed her bottom undergarment. This proved it completely. She was nothing but a hypnosis slave obeying every command of her master.
Thud.
The pussy rag hit the floor. Un Jung-seon's crotch lay utterly exposed. Her pubic hair was sparse and dark. The mound beneath bulged prominently. Seemingly well-developed pelvic bones made her pussy lips look thick and plump.
"Haha, what a meaty, juicy pussy."
Jang Il said approvingly.
"And a virgin one at that."
Bang So-un chuckled, chiming in. True to her eccentric life hiding even her gender, she'd never known a man. Jang Il had confirmed it directly in her hypnotized state—a fact.
Her long-cherished virginity would hilariously be taken by the martial artist she'd despised so much. The Strange Doctor's virginity, no less. It had to taste extraordinary.
"You take her virgin pussy, young master. I'll claim her rear virginity."
Jang Il offered. Bang So-un enjoyed virgins and married women alike without prejudice, but popping a virgin pussy was his favorite thrill. Knowing this, Jang Il yielded it. Since his lord had no taste for ass, he'd enjoy that virgin hole himself.
"Hm? I don't mind yielding."
"No, she's the Strange Doctor. Educate this pussy bitch personally with your cock that she's just a pussy bitch. I'll teach her rear that it's for taking cock."
"Hahaha, got it. We'll do that."
Truly harmonious master and servant.
"Ah, but let's penetrate tomorrow. She needs more training to become the perfect hypnosis slave, right?"
"Yes. And deflowering her on the third day she mentioned would be more fun."
"Then shall we continue yesterday's procedure today?"
Jang Il smirked, pointing to the medium and long needles.
"Oh ho. We can use these today?"
"No problem at all."
"Good. Let's try it."
Bang So-un approached the naked Un Jung-seon with a medium needle, grinning. Far more menacing in length and girth than the small ones.
"This spot first."
Stab.
Bang So-un plunged medium needles into both nipples. Pain beyond a prick was certain, but Un Jung-seon didn't flinch. Proof her pain receptors were offline.
Bang So-un began jabbing medium needles all over both tits.
"Heh, then I'll take this side."
Jang Il squatted by her ass and thrust the longest, thickest long needle into her anal flesh.
Staaaab.
The long needle pierced her anal wrinkles, sinking deep. He meticulously embedded them around the entire puckered ring.
As he did, he asked.
"What am I doing right now?"
"...Master is... stabbing long needles into this pussy bitch's shithole......"
"How's it feel?"
Her asshole stuffed with long needles meant for excretion—nothing more torturous or uncomfortable.
But.
"...The best feeling... Master......"
Her hypnotized brain cogitated again, producing the answer her master desired.
"Never pull them out."
"...Yes... this pussy bitch will never pull them out... Master......"
"Pfft."
Bang So-un burst into open laughter at the blank exchange.
"Then I'll finish this side."
Bang So-un now took a long needle. Aiming, naturally, for her pussy. No man could resist stabbing those plump pussy lips.
Staaaab.Stab.
Long needles pierced her pussy lips. A first-time experience. And intensely arousing. Using healing needles to ravage the pussy of a woman who healed others. The depravity sparked electric thrill.
"There, that's good."
Bang So-un finished, satisfied.
"Heh, perfect."
Jang Il's eyes gleamed as he grinned.
The fully stripped Un Jung-seon. Medium needles densely packed into her exposed tits and nipples. Below, long needles in her excretory anus. And in her most sensitive, private pussy—long needles mercilessly embedded thickly.
A truly pathetic, ridiculous sight.
"Who knew such amazing acupuncture existed."
Bang So-un chuckled.
"None. Of course not."
No medical text in the world described this. Who would dream of needling a woman's tits, pussy, and ass?
"Then we should preserve this amazing technique."
"Pardon?"
Jang Il blinked uncomprehendingly. Bang So-un explained kindly.
"In the world's best doctor's mind."
"Ah ha."
Jang Il's face lit with admiration.
"As expected of the young master. Such an idea."
"Haha, what. I still have far to go to match you."
"No, I can't keep up with you."
Master and servant flattering each other. They exchanged knowing grins.
"Then let's implant it properly. Give your input freely."
"Haha, how about this."
After exchanging ideas, they finalized. Satisfaction settled on Bang So-un and Jang Il's faces. Now just embed it in their excellent test subject.
Jang Il approached Un Jung-seon, eyes alight.