Unchained Truth

Since faces are hard to see during a kiss, Ohu silently rose from his seat. He picked something up from the corner of the master bedroom where Ayoung had stashed it away yesterday and returned to the living room. Clink. It was the cold handcuffs used to bind Ohu's limbs on the surgical bed last night.

"Come here."

"......Nyang? M-Master......?"

At Ohu's command, Miyang scampered over without knowing what was going on. Ohu silently approached, took the handcuffs Ayoung had used to restrain him, and snapped them onto Miyang's wrists. Clank. Click.

"Nyaaaaang......."

As her wrists were bound, Miyang flushed red.

"M-Master...... right after breakfast, starting the morning with such intense play...... Miyang's still all sloppy down there...... nyang."

She twisted her body like a horny female cat expecting sadistic tastes.

Even watching her adorable reaction, Ohu's mind was cooling to ice. 'Who would've thought Park Ayoung's handcuffs that bound me would be used like this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the very next morning.' Ohu swallowed a bitter inward chuckle. But his reason was sharper than ever. A chilling hypothesis he hadn't noticed amid last night's pleasure kept circling his thoughts. The one and only decisive reason his mother, Han Sara, had broken free from Ha Deok-gu's 20-year hypnosis. It was the real orgasm born from pure physical friction that bypassed the brain's forced commands. The physiological explosion of pleasure had forcibly torn through the artificial veil of hypnosis.

But.

Last night, he'd had intense sex with Miyang on the bed. She had clearly arched her body like a bow in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ecstasy beneath him, squirting and reaching true climaxes that nearly made her pass out multiple times.

'Then why...... didn't the hypnosis break?'

If a real orgasm was the absolute condition to collapse hypnosis.... Then right after yesterday's fierce coupling, her hypnosis should have shattered. If it had, and she'd reverted to her original villain personality in rage? He would've been lying naked and off-guard on the bed, fried to charcoal by a furious C-grade heteromorph's high-voltage current—utterly helpless and dead.

Looking back, it had been a razor-thin gamble with his life on the line.

'Maybe...... my technique was too sloppy and I failed to properly stimulate her G-spot?' A pathetic hypothesis grazed his mind, bruising his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fragile male pride for a moment. No matter the size, if the skill was shit, maybe he hadn't crossed the threshold for a true orgasm.

But Ohu shook his head. No. Yesterday, he'd clearly felt the destructive power of this vermin body's sole advantage—the massive cock loaded with Shooting Star's genes. Her full-body convulsions were Oscar-worthy; he'd insert it and she'd spasm like she was quitting villainy for acting. It was definitely climax.

So the remaining conclusion was one.

'Mom's hypnosis collapse wasn't just orgasm alone.... It's cumulative fatigue over 20 years or some difference between Ha Deok-gu's and my hypnosis app mechanics that I don't know.'

Either way, he had to verify it definitively right now. To keep this dangerously unpredictable villain by his side at the risk of his life, he needed to bone-deep understand the hypnosis app's control and limits.

Ohu pulled out his smartphone from his pocket and launched the hypnosis app. A purple spiral swirled on the screen.

The command logs registered in Na Miyang's slot scrolled down. The masturbation and rescue commands had been deleted. Ohu stared piercingly at the screen, preparing the experiment.

First.

He removed the basic ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠safety-like command. "Nya?" But handcuffed Miyang just wagged her tail—no change. Expected. With the blind love command dominating her brain, she'd never attack her beloved master anyway.

"Hoo......."

Ohu wet his dry lips. The real dangerous test started now. His trembling thumb hovered over the screen. Then, onto the command most powerfully controlling Miyang's brain. The core command that turned her into a horny female cat.

The moment that command vanished, Ohu stepped back into a defensive stance, teeth gritted. Right then, on Miyang's face—sitting on the sofa, cheeks flushed, shyly crossing her legs.

"......."

The rosy blush drained instantly. Her heart-shaped slitted cat pupils sharpened like needles, freezing cold. Her wagging tail dropped limp like a dead snake.

'As expected...'

Last night in the funeral hall alley, the heteromorph villain Nyaistlinger who grabbed his nape to blast high-voltage current—her original personality returned.

'Hit her with hypnosis again...!'

Miyang blankly stared at the cold steel handcuffs on her wrists, then slowly lifted her head to look at Ohu.

"Haa......."

She grimaced, parting her parched lips.

"Fuck...... In the morning light, you look even more like shit than last night."

The love filter gone, personality insults flew mercilessly. It stabbed Ohu's chest like a heavy dagger.

"Your face is legit vomit-inducing. Pig bastard."

Miyang swept back her disheveled hair with handcuffed hands, sneering coldly and cynically. The woman who'd bared her painful past on the bed last night, shed tears, shared hot body heat, and connected deeply. Hearing "ugly pig bastard" straight to her face the next morning.

'Yeah...... fuck. It was all just hypnosis.'

A corner of Ohu's heart ached. He swallowed bitterly. His mental state was already shredded from Park Ayoung's betrayal yesterday. So leaning on Miyang—who saved him despite the hypnosis—for cheap comfort felt infinitely pathetic and worthless now. In a world without the app's coercion, he was just an ugly mutant vermin no one could love or understand. A bone-deep isolation heavier than his bloated body crushed his shoulders.

"Hey."

Miyang rattled her handcuffs, sprawling arrogantly over the sofa backrest, chin jutting as she snapped.

Full complaint dump began.

"What's that? The thing you're holding. Hypnosis app or some shit?"

"......."

"Fuck, no wonder. Even as a villain, I wouldn't suddenly go into heat and cling. I'm a high-class girl, y'know. You fucked with my head and force-brainwashed me? Fucking sneaky and disgusting bastard."

Her eyes narrowed viciously.

"Starting from yesterday in the parking lot, flattening me with that pig body so my own electricity shocked me!"

Miyang paused.

"Okay, that was my ambush...... fine, I admit it...... next!"

The grievances and shame force-fed into her brain since last night burst like a dam.

"Making me masturbate alone fingering my pussy in front of a stinking trash heap!"

Another pause.

"Okay, that too. I fucked up with your mom stuff...."

Ohu thought she was a villain with surprisingly good self-objectivity. Still, no laugh.

"Making me run like a maniac from Jamsil to Cheongdam all that distance by foot! Making me wait like a dog on that freezing rooftop in the cold wind!"

Miyang unleashed carpet bombing without breathing.

"And fuck, during sex yesterday!"

Her face burned with shame and rage.

"Building the mood then suddenly wussing out with 'I thought villains like you had worn-out pussies but you're a virgin?' What the fuck kinda bullshit is that? You know? Total virgin incel line. Made me wanna puke, so fucking lame!"

Ohu had no retort to the merciless fact-violence and raw assessment. Every word dissected and mangled Ha Ohu's core inferiority and lameness.

His slumped shoulders visibly drooped. Cold wind whistled through the hole in his chest.

'Yeah...... let her go. She's a villain anyway... just a rape victim of my hypnosis. Unlock the cuffs now and tell her to fuck off.'

Ohu reached for his pocket for the key, soothing his raw gut. He didn't want to force-keep a woman enduring hatred and mockery toward him.

As the fully wounded Ohu bitterly lowered his head and approached.

"......."

Miyang—who'd been panting and unloading—suddenly clamped her mouth shut. She averted her eyes, cheek twitching red, mumbling in a small voice.

"......Well, whatever......."

Ohu's hand froze.

Miyang scratched her cheek lightly with cuffed hands, bluntly continuing.

"Well...... it was good."

"......What was."

"The sex, dumbass."

She snapped sharply, eyes still floorward. Cat ears flicked back shyly.

"Your dirty talk sounded like a porn-only virgin kid...... but when you actually pounded, that bulk hammered pretty good. Strong too...... and above all, your cock was so huge I thought my brain would melt."

Miyang coughed dryly, adding defensively.

"Not that I have tons of experience to judge... but...... trauma from that bastard kid when I was young...... can't claim proudly. Anyway...... I admit it. Pig bastard. First time I realized...... sex feels...... good......."

Ohu's gaze darted urgently to the hypnosis app screen. Blind love command: deleted. But one command still alive and breathing.

"......!"

As long as this command lived, Miyang's brain couldn't fabricate a single lie or excuse toward Ohu. Just as her earlier "ugly," "incel," "vomit-inducing" complaints and hatred were 100% truth.

So her 『Well...... it was good.』 with averted head. And yesterday's sex talk too. No forced lies or hypnotic filters—all 100% pure, unadulterated honest feelings from Miyang.

Even without the "love Ha Ohu" coercion.

The physical satisfaction she felt under him last night, and the emotions from his rough comfort covering her wounds—none distorted.

It gave genuine warmth to this filthy, lame self—the only unadulterated real deal. Realizing that, the icy wind freezing Ohu's heart corner turned to warm spring breeze in an instant.

Ohu silently approached the sofa-leaning Miyang.

"......Hey, why're you coming closer? Stay back! Don't try anything weird...... Mmph?!"

Miyang flinched, raising cuffed hands defensively, but Ohu's large, thick hand gently cupped her chin. And without hesitation.

Smack.

Ohu pressed his lips to hers.

"......!!"

Miyang's eyes widened like a rabbit's. Hypnosis off. No love force. Full heteromorph villain instincts and powers intact. She could bite her tongue or spark electricity from fingertips to fry his brains—total vulnerability.

But.

"Mmmph...."

Miyang didn't resist. No high-voltage sparks. No sharp fangs. She slowly closed her surprised eyes, wrapped cuffed hands around his neck, and purely accepted the rough kiss.

Sticky sweet saliva tangled, ragged breaths mixed.

'Warm......'

Ohu felt deep relief and comfort lip-to-lip. Not blind affection from app code lines, but human-to-human bond sprouted from baring rock bottoms. First real warmth in this eroge world.

Miyang too. Her awakened reason coldly recognized the man's ugliness and how he'd humiliated her.

But 'During a kiss...... faces are hard to see......'

She fully remembered last night: him hugging her tight, roughly wiping her wounds with clumsy words, comforting her tenderly.