Nyaistlinger (2): Leashed in Despair
Ding!
> Target registration complete: 2. Na Miyang
'Her real name was Na Miyang? Whatever, now I've got her full profile.'
With Park Ayoung's car who-knows-when arriving, time was short. Ohu started punching commands into the text window right away to slap on an absolutely unbreakable collar.
> From now on, you will answer every question I, Ha Ohu, ask with nothing but the truth.
> You love me, Ha Ohu, more than anyone else in the world.
> No matter the situation, you will protect my life, Ha Ohu.
He finished inputting the commands laced with truth, love, and protection. He slammed the enter key.
Fwoosh!—A flash burst from the phone, slamming straight into Miyang's brain.
"……!"
The hypnosis took hold. But to interrogate her right away, he needed to wake her up. With Ayoung on the way, there was no time to wait patiently. Ohu chose the most reliable wake-up method.
Slap!!!
Ohu's thick palm mercilessly cracked across the cheek of the passed-out Miyang. Her head whipped around, blood spraying from her mouth.
"Hinyat!"
Miyang's eyes snapped open at the stinging pain, her unfocused pupils wandering the air before locking onto Ohu's face crouched right in front of her. And then.
The ugly mug that had looked like a piggy bank stuffed with cash bundles just moments ago...
'You're... so cool, nyang!'
In Miyang's eyes, it transformed into the world's most dazzling, beautiful savior—the absolute embodiment of love. Her slit cat pupils melted into heart shapes in an instant. Even as her cheek swelled up, she pissed herself and crawled across the floor, rubbing her face against Ohu's leg while whispering.
"Ahh... I, I love you...! I love you, Master...! Nyaaang...!"
Ohu scowled in disbelief at the heteromorphic villain rubbing her cheek against his leg like a flirt.
'Huh... I didn't even command her to call me Master...'
The villain who'd tried to kill him had turned into a piss-soaked, love-begging bitch in beast mode in under a minute. The hypnosis app's cheat-level power sent fresh chills down his spine.
"Shut up and just answer me."
At Ohu's cold command, Miyang flinched, clamped her mouth shut, and nodded.
"Y-yes, Master..."
"Why'd you target me? And who else knows I'm loaded besides you? Spill everything—honestly."
Ohu's interrogation began. Thanks to command #1 forcing truth, Miyang's brain couldn't fabricate lies. Plus, her natural nosy gossip-hound personality synergized perfectly.
"F-for the money, Master! 'Cause all those big-shot heroes showed up!"
Clinging to Ohu's leg like a pet cat begging for praise, Miyang boasted proudly.
"The other villains have probably caught on by now? I'm the fastest, most accurate info broker in J District! Yesterday, pics of all the heroes' license plates were already up on the underworld community boards. You carrying that money bag? It's only a matter of time before it spreads everywhere, nyang!"
At her chipper response...
'Fuck, we're screwed.'
Ohu swallowed a curse. Word was out that he was carrying 15 million won in cash. Without big-shot protection, left alone and defenseless—every villain in the area might already know. If he wandered the night streets with the bag alone, second- and third-rate Nyaistlingers would rip him apart and steal it for sure.
He realized anew that contacting Ayoung to pick him up had been a life-saving pragmatic choice.
'Gotta hide until Ayoung-auntie gets here. This bitch... just command her to fuck off far away and ditch her.'
She was trash who'd targeted him, but he had no spare capacity to drag her along, and he didn't feel like committing murder just yet. As Ohu opened the text window to input a "flee far away and hide" command...
"But Master! I don't usually do these petty thefts, okay? I'm a pretty big deal in the back alleys—snuff film director and distributor! Nyang!"
Miyang's nonstop chatter continued, spilling her life story unprompted.
"I only needed quick cash 'cause of that damn classic video! It sucked up all the views and killed sales on my stuff!"
Ohu's fingers froze over the screen.
"...Classic video? What the hell are you talking about."
"Oh, Master wouldn't know 'cause you're a muggle, nyang? There's this super trending snuff vid on Pellagram lately. Shot like 18 years ago, shitty quality but the content's so extreme pervs are losing their minds!"
Miyang blabbed excitedly.
"That hero who retired and killed herself yesterday—your mom, Master. Shooting Star! Vid of her in a basement surrounded by loan sharks getting gangbanged... Whoa, the content's total trash fire? She's getting gangbanged but smirking like 'Ahhn, your dicks are too small! My hubby Deok-gu's cock is way bigger and feels so much better!' Spouting lines like that?"
"...What?"
Ohu's face went blank. But lost in hypnosis-fueled love, Miyang didn't notice she'd poked the dragon's reverse scale and kept gushing her review.
"You can tell it's fake porn with deepfake from some Japanese hentai flick! Right? Total garbage that violates my reality-artist soul... Sigh, but with rent overdue and money tight, I bit the bullet and sold copies to a few guys on Pellagram. For quick cash. Hehe, I know how to make a buck, right Master?"
Rubbing her face against him with a goofy grin, Miyang was dead certain it was a cheesy deepfake production. Those horrific lines praising her husband mid-gangbang couldn't happen in real life—had to be fake.
But.
The one person who knew the truth behind those lines—Han Sara had her reason and senses corrupted and shattered by Ha Deok-gu's hypnosis app, turning her into a sex slave. Ohu saw it completely differently.
That video wasn't deepfake. Wasn't acting. 18 years ago. Deok-gu sold Mom to loan sharks for gambling debts, hypnotized her, and either filmed it himself... or they did and spread it...
Mom's real gangrape caught on a genuine snuff film.
"...You."
Ohu's voice turned to a grating metallic rasp. Even the powerful command #3 he'd put on himself to erase anger hit its limit against this seizure-inducing truth. Bloodshot eyes dripped tears onto Miyang's head.
"You sold that?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah! Sold a couple copies—made enough for rent! Nyang!"
His mother. The only woman in the world who'd ever truly loved him, drugged and hypnotized, torn apart in agony during that gangrape record.
This piece-of-shit bitch sold it as fap fuel to pervs for pocket change.
Crack.
Black, sticky killing intent oozed like mud past the hypnotic firewall meant to steady his mind and erase rage. Ohu opened the text input.
> Command: Strangle yourself with both hands. Don't stop until you suffocate.
Tap, tap. He input the command and hit send.
"Guh...! Kek...!"
Miyang's cheerful face twisted. Against her will, her hands that once channeled high-voltage surged and clamped her slender neck.
"Gek... Kaaak...! M-Mas... ter... Guhuk!"
Her face flushed beet red, tongue lolling out. Her body, dominated by the absolute command, tightened like it meant to snap her own neck even as oxygen starvation clawed her brain.
Vrooom—screeech!
As furious Ohu coldly overlooked Miyang thrashing with her neck gripped...
A pickup truck screeched to a halt at the funeral hall entrance. Angular matte-black armor plating, bulletproof glass, run-flat tires—a hulking non-combat vehicle maxed out for passenger safety and defense.
The driver's door flew open. Ayoung in neat casuals and a cardigan hopped out urgently.
"Ohu!"
At the call, Ohu slowly turned. He paused his thumb over the screen. Then deleted the command and rapidly typed a new one.
> Command 4: Masturbate right here, right now. Don't make a sound out loud.
Input. Execute.
Ohu left Na Miyang abandoned in the thick shadows behind the dumpster, shouldered the condolence money bag, and turned away indifferently.
"Sold the video of Mom... getting torn apart in pain... for cash?"
He spat emotionlessly at the worm writhing on the ground.
"Just croak there, you fucking bitch."
Without a shred of lingering attachment, Ohu emerged from the darkness, opened the pickup's passenger door under the streetlight, and climbed in.
Ayoung greeted him with relief and swung the truck around.
And Na Miyang, left alone on the cold asphalt...
Gazing at the receding red taillights, her heart felt shredded into thousands of pieces in horrific despair.
"Kek... Mas... ter... don't go...!"
The blind love force-injected by hypnosis. That absolute affection twisted into vicious jealousy and loss at the sight of her Master riding off in another woman's passenger seat, driving Miyang insane.
"Don't... abandon Miyang... Mommy... MOMMYYYY...!"
Seized by terror of abandonment, she tried to wail like a beast. But.
"Mmph...! Mmmph...!"
Her mouth sealed shut like glued with bond. Her vocal cords paralyzed—no sound escaped.
Abandonment despair. Exploding blind love. Forced silence.
All these contradictory commands and extreme emotions tangled and collided in her brain, snapping her sanity.
"Hnnngh...! Haaang...!"
Control lost, her body twisted like a snake. Her flailing hands slithered downward on their own.
Faint electric residue lingered on her fingertips.
The abandoned she-cat escaped into the most primal, depraved act to forget the extreme stress and loss. To vent the hypnosis-forced love fever.
Crackle. Zzt.
Electricity-charged fingers brutally plunged into her piss-soaked hotpants, slick with urine. They mercilessly ravaged her sensitive, juice-and-piss-mixed mucosa.
Squelch! Squish!
"Hnnngh...! Haat...! Mmph, mmmph...!"
Mouth gagged by command, not even beastly moans escaped as her body bowed like a drawn bow, rolling on the filthy ground.
Squish! Squelch! Zap!
"Heeek...! Hnnng...! Mas... ter... mmph!"
'Fuck Miyang's pussy, Master...! Rape me like a bitch in heat!'
Each rough thrust of her fingers against her walls slammed electric pleasure mercilessly into her brain. Prostate-zapping tingles made her legs quake in the air.
'Shove Master's cock in Miyang's womb! Let me bear Master's baby!'
Tears of abandonment streamed down her cheeks, but her surrendered flesh gushed fluids endlessly in ecstasy.
Late night, behind the funeral hall by the stinking trash dump.
"Don't go... please don't go, Master... mmmph... haaaang... ah!"
Squelch, squish, squiiiish! Zzzaap!
Only muffled nasal grunts no one would hear, slick flesh-ravaging sounds, and electric sparks intertwined obscenely.
"Haaaang...! Mas... teeeer...! Mmph, mmmph...! Love Miyang!"
Finally surrendering to the supreme electric bliss, Miyang convulsed full-body, rolling in pathetic climax amid her own piss-and-juice puddle.
Meanwhile, in Ayoung's pickup passenger seat, Ohu stared coldly at the receding filthy alley out the window.
She was a worthless cunt not worth sparing. But slot #2 was already locked with obedience and love hypnosis. Better to hold off emotional rage-kill for now—cold calculation said leaving her alive profited more today.
'Na Miyang. Use that shitty info-broker bitch as my frontliner.'
One goal. Acquire the original of that fucking snuff film circulating the back-alley black market through her.
And.
'Track down every face of those loan-shark bastards cackling while raping Mom in the video.'
The subhuman scum who'd gangbanged Mom. Find them all, tear them limb from limb.
Then erase that horrific video from the world.
'Until then, that bitch Na Miyang doesn't even have the right to die. Getting thoroughly used and discarded is all she's good for.'
Ohu indifferently swiped the hypnosis app screen with his thumb, slowly turning his head to the pitch-black night beyond the car window.