Park Ayoung (4)
"Haa, haa... M-Master..."
Na Miyang panted heavily, her breaths ragged. Sweat poured down her forehead like rain from the all-out sprint and max-output ability use. Her torn cat-like pupils still burned with the resolve to protect her master. But the moment she spotted Ha Ohu, bound and gasping for air, her wariness melted away like a lie.
"Master! Blood, there's blood...!"
Miyang leaped over Ayoung's unconscious body and scrambled onto the bed. Ohu's thick belly fat was sliced open long by the scalpel, red blood dripping steadily. At the sight of her master's injury, Miyang's cat ears drooped limply, tears welling in her eyes.
"Quick, I'll untie you right now! Don't hurt, Master...!"
With trembling hands, Miyang fumbled desperately at the cold metal handcuffs binding Ohu's limbs.
At her devoted sight, Ohu felt a fleeting moment of—
Wait. What was that bitch Park Ayoung's ability again?
Ayoung's arrogant confession from moments ago flashed by.
"My awakened ability is just a minor regeneration that heals wounds a bit faster than normal and slows aging."
A weak regeneration useless in combat. But even if minor, it meant transcending normal human biology. Even if her organs were fried by taser-level high voltage, as Rapid Star's blood, she could snap her eyes open and grab the scalpel at any moment if regeneration kicked in.
"Not me! That bitch! Tie her up first!"
Ohu shouted desperately, his voice tearing.
"Eek?!"
Startled by her master's sudden yell, Miyang flinched, shoulders hunching. Her perked cat ears flattened back, tail curling between her legs.
"That bitch is an Awakener! She's got regeneration—could wake up anytime! No time to untie me, so grab those restraints on the floor and bind her hands and feet tight so she can't move! Blindfold her too!"
At Ohu's command, the cowed Miyang whimpered back.
"Hiiing... Y-Yes... Got it, Master."
Miyang hopped off the bed, flipped the unconscious Ayoung over, and gathered spare leather straps and metal cuffs from the surgery room corner as instructed. She wrenched Ayoung's arms and legs behind her back, binding her like a beast. To be safe, she even fetched the blindfold that had covered Ohu's eyes and secured it tightly over Ayoung's face.
Clink, clank.
The bound Ayoung's body rolled across the floor like discarded trash.
"Phew... Haa..."
Thanks to Miyang, the situation was fully under control. Even if she was a puppet forged by forcibly implanting hypnosis of obedience and affection—her devotion was real. She'd been masturbating collapsed on the street, yet climbed the building and overexerted herself solely to protect her master over that distance.
"...Hey."
Ohu called lowly, and Miyang scurried to the bedside, startled.
"Na Miyang."
"Y-Yes! Master! Did I do something wrong...? I'm sorry, don't hit me...!"
Miyang clutched her head, face pale with fear. At her pitiful look, Ohu let out a short chuckle.
"Nah. You did good."
"...Huh?"
"Said you did good. You came right on time. Thanks."
At the sincere praise from Ohu's lips, Miyang's pupils dilated.
Pop!
Her flattened cat ears shot straight up. Her curled tail began wagging happily.
"Hehe... Heeheehee! Master! Miyang did good? Miyang got praised!"
As if she'd never been scared, her expression flipped in an instant. She bounded onto the bed and swiftly click-click unfastened the metal restraints on Ohu's limbs.
The moment he was free, Ohu barely propped up his heavy torso, clutching his sliced belly.
"Ugh... Ah, it stings."
Blood kept oozing stickily. Seeing it, Miyang sniffled sadly.
"Master's bleeding... Miyang will heal you, nyang."
"Heal? How could you— Eut!"
Before he finished, Miyang buried her face in his massive belly fat. Her rough, hot tongue—
Slurp.
gently licked along the long red gash.
"Hng...!"
The cat's unique barbs scraping live flesh sent a mix of pain and chilling thrill up his spine.
"Hehe... Master's blood tastes good... Nyang."
She lapped up the pooled blood and looked up. Her smile, lips smeared red, was grotesque yet strangely loyal.
Ohu had just vowed to use and kill this bitch thoroughly moments ago, but...
No need... I was heated then too...
Realistic calculus settled in: no need to abuse this heat-crazed she-cat who saved him and licked his wounds. To survive this world, he desperately needed a meat shield for unconditional protection.
Stroke. Stroke.
Ohu reached out with his bloody hand and patted Miyang's sweat-matted hair as she gazed up.
"Hehe... Feels good, Master..."
"Yeah, you did great. Thanks, but stop licking—it's infection risk. Go wash up in the bathroom first. I gotta clean up here."
At his rough petting, Miyang closed her eyes blissfully.
"Yes, Master! Miyang will wash clean and wait! Nyang!"
She hopped off, humming as she trotted out.
Alone in the master bedroom, naked Ohu stepped onto the cold floor. He grabbed a towel from the corner to staunch the belly blood, wrapping it roughly at his waist.
His gaze fell on Park Ayoung, bound and out cold on the floor.
"Fucking bitch."
The curse slipped out. He wanted to grab the nearby scalpel and gut this devil like bitch. Repay his mother's 20 years of hell a thousandfold, tear her apart. Murderous rage surged to his throat.
But.
No... not yet.
Ohu clenched his fists, forcing down the boiling impulse.
His body was wrecked: blood loss, extreme stress, alcohol and anesthetic hangover draining his stamina—he could barely twitch a finger. Pushing revenge now was too risky.
And cleanup was the biggest issue. With Miyang's intrusion, the scene was a mess. Above all, even if abandoned by Rapid Star, Park Ayoung was a key executive: Director of KHC Planning and Coordination. If she didn't show at work tomorrow or went missing... the Association would erupt, and the net would close on Ohu, their last overlap.
To survive, he needed ironclad alibis and legal cover.
Right. Delay revenge one day.
Ohu squatted by Ayoung, grabbed his smartphone plugged into the charger, and launched the hypnosis app with its swirling purple spiral.
> Ding!
> [New Target Registration]
He lifted Ayoung's blindfold slightly, scanning her unconscious iris and face with the camera.
> Ding-!
> [Target Registration Complete: 3. Park Ayoung]
The third guinea pig registered. To secure safety and plot revenge meticulously, Ohu typed commands more rationally than ever.
> [Command: You, Park Ayoung, consider it completely natural to live here as family with your nephew Ha Ohu and housemate Na Miyang.]
> [Command: You absolutely obey every word and order from Ha Ohu.]
> [Command: You never attack Ha Ohu or Na Miyang, and see them as family you truly cherish and protect.]
> [Command: The broken front door lock was destroyed solely by your own mistake and ability control failure.]
> [Command: Externally, you remember nothing of the torture, vivisection, or kidnapping you planned on Ha Ohu tonight. Erase it from your memory.]
Co-habitation. Obedience. Safety. Alibi. Memory alteration. Five commands to absorb Ayoung's power and wealth wholly while blocking external suspicion.
Tap.
Ohu pressed enter hard.
Flaaash-!
S-rank hero's daughter and KHC executive becomes Ha Ohu's slave.
"Phew..."
Commands done, Ohu stood, unbinding Ayoung's leather straps and cuffs. He patted her cheek to wake her.
"Auntie. Wake up."
"Mm..."
Ayoung frowned, letting out a faint groan. Trembling from the electric shock's aftereffects, she slowly opened her eyes. Her blurry focus sharpened on Ohu looking down.
Her gaze changed instantly. No trace of the psycho murderer's eyes that had thrust the scalpel with killing intent. Instead, the warm, affectionate auntie's eyes from the funeral when she first handed him her card.
"Oh my... Ohu."
Ayoung tried to sit up hurriedly but groaned softly at the abdominal pain.
"Ugh... Why am I on the floor? Oh, right. The door lock broke, forced it open and got shocked... Sorry, Ohu, I made a racket and scared you?"
Commands 4 and 5 worked perfectly. Her brain was gripped by bizarre cognitive dissonance: kidnapping erased from memory, broken door chalked up to her mistake.
Ohu looked down impassively at the switch.
"No, I'm fine. You okay, Auntie?"
"Yeah, I'll be good soon. But... Oh!"
Ayoung suddenly blushed, hands covering her lower body. When Miyang's current shocked her unconscious, she'd lost sphincter control and pissed herself on the floor. Yellow stains soaked through her pajamas.
"D-Don't look at Auntie down there, Ohu...! Aish, so embarrassing. Not just passing out from electrocuting the door lock, but this mess in front of my nephew..."
Her face tomato-red, she squirmed in shame. Outwardly, a perfectly human, kind older woman flustered before her nephew.
This bitch... Outwardly so normal and sensible.
Inside, petty inferiority drove her to throw his mother—practically her sister—to Ha Deok-gu for rape. The mastermind of that hell now innocently embarrassed by one hypnosis. How fragile the human brain, memory... It made him want to retch.
"...Go wash up quick, Auntie."
As Ohu snapped coldly—
"Master! Miyang's all clean now!"
Post-shower Miyang bounded in, shaking wet hair. Wearing one of Ohu's loose bathrobes haphazardly, her fresh face wagged its tail.
But spotting Park Ayoung sitting on the floor, her tail stiffened straight.
"Shaaaa-!"
Miyang bared her fangs in feline threat, electricity sparking at her fingertips.
"M-Master! Why'd you untie that fucking dog bitch! She stabbed your gut earlier! Wanna rip her to shreds now, nyang?!"
Growling ready to pounce, Ayoung on the floor startled, looking up sadly.
By commands 1 and 3, Miyang registered in Ayoung's mind as precious family housemate.
"S-Sorry... Miyang."
Ayoung apologized in a teary voice.
"I tried forcing the broken door lock and scared you too... Auntie did wrong. Don't hate me, okay? We're family..."
"...Ny-Nyang?"
The psycho bitch who'd tried to gut her master now called her family, tearfully apologizing. Even Miyang, underworld villain who'd seen it all, gaped in brain-freeze shock at the unimaginable pivot.
"M-Master... Why's this crazy bitch acting like that all sudden? She eat drugs?"
Unable to cope, Miyang backed away, hiding behind Ohu's broad back.
Ohu patted her wet hair dangling from behind his shield-back, gazing coldly at Ayoung.
"She's safe now, don't worry, Miyang. That bitch is... a really good auntie now."
At Ohu's chilling words, Ayoung smiled relieved, standing.
"Right, Miyang. Auntie'll be really good from now on. Aish, gotta wash up quick too. Smells bad, Ohu and Miyang'll hate it."
Ayoung squeezed her legs shyly and slipped into the en-suite bathroom. Soon, shower water poured.
"...This is insane."
Ohu sighed emptily at the closed door. The surgery room of blood and torn flesh turned into a cozy sitcom family space in 10 minutes.
"Master, really don't gotta kill that bitch?"
Miyang asked anxiously from behind.
Ohu glanced at his blood-and-sweat-smeared body.
"Nah. She's got too much debt to pay me alive."
He tossed the bloody towel from his belly. His vermin-body's odd germophobia and cleanliness obsession flared, unease swelling.
"Gonna wash in the living room bathroom too. Blood stench driving me nuts."
As Ohu headed out, tail-perked Miyang followed.
"Don't follow. I'll take long."
"Hing... Miyang wants to stay with Master more..."