Even Without Hypnosis (1)
“Haa... haa...”
The long, deep kiss finally ended. As their lips parted, a thick strand of saliva stretched between them.
“Haa.......”
Ha Ohu caught his ragged breath while staring into Na Miyang's eyes, flushed red-hot.
“You're supposed to hate this ugly pig bastard, right?”
Ha Ohu smirked as he asked.
“Makes you wanna puke, yeah? So why aren't you fighting back? With your powers, you could fry my head like a goddamn toaster right now.”
Na Miyang pouted and averted her gaze at his teasing question.
“What.......”
She lightly smacked his chest with her cuffed hands and grumbled curtly.
“I'm a worthless fuck-up just like you, all alone. And hey, if we're splitting hairs, I was the one who fucked up first by trying to shake you down.......”
She let out a scoff, as if it was all ridiculous.
“Fuck if I know. I've never once gotten zapped by my own powers before, but yesterday when I got laid out and nearly died, something must've fried my brain good. I don't even know why I don't hate this ugly pig bastard anymore.”
Even this prickly response was the unvarnished truth, compelled by the command dominating her: Speak only the truth.
A faint smile tugged at Ha Ohu's lips at Na Miyang's clumsy but sincere answer.
Click.
He turned the key in his hand and unlocked the handcuffs binding her wrists.
Her freed hands hovered in the air for a moment. Freedom to run or attack was now hers.
But.
“......Even if you're ugly.”
Released from her bonds, Na Miyang reached out on her own, wrapping her arms tightly around Ha Ohu's thick, sturdy waist.
She buried her face deep in his chest and mumbled.
“You washed me yesterday. That body I thought was ruined forever by my stepdad's filthy hands... you cleaned it all off, made me feel loved for the first time ever.”
Her cat ears trembled faintly.
Ha Ohu silently stroked her round head and soft cat ears with his large hand.
Feeling the warmth of Na Miyang in his arms, he quietly pulled out his smartphone from his pocket.
On the Hypnosis App screen, the last leash controlling her emotions and words remained: the sole command.
【Command: Speak only the truth.】
Without hesitation, he tapped the delete button and erased it completely.
Ding-!
The name 【2. Na Miyang】 vanished entirely from the app's registration slots.
Now, not a single percent of hypnotic compulsion remained in her brain.
The Nyaistlinger had returned to being a heteromorphic villain with full free will.
Yet she didn't flee—she stayed right by Ha Ohu's side, arms wrapped around his waist.
Ha Ohu felt deep gratitude and chest-bursting relief toward Na Miyang, who had chosen to stay purely of her own volition, without any hypnotic force.
“Miyang.”
“Yeah.......”
“From now on, live here with me. We'll keep an eye on that Park Ayoung bitch. I've got some favors to ask, too. I'll take responsibility for you.”
Na Miyang nodded at his proposal.
She wanted to truly heal the massive, festering scars in his heart—scars as big as hers, maybe even bigger.
She wanted to convey real love to this wounded man, without the shallow crutch of hypnosis.
“Got it.......”
Na Miyang peeked up from his embrace. Her face was even redder than before.
“M-Master......”
She practiced the cutesy title she'd used under hypnosis, lips fumbling.
But.
“Uwaaaah!”
Overwhelmed by embarrassment in her right mind, she whipped her head away and slammed her face back into his chest.
“Fuck! It's too goddamn embarrassing to say sober!”
Ha Ohu chuckled and patted her back.
“Hey, no need to force it. Hypnosis is all gone— just call me by name.”
“No way! I wanna say it!”
Despite his urging, Na Miyang shook her head fiercely.
She took a deep breath, then lifted her head with renewed determination.
Her cat eyes lingered on the white bandages wrapped around his abdomen. With all the morning movement, fresh blood was seeping from the mes wound Park Ayoung had inflicted, staining the gauze.
Time to change the dressing.
“I'm saying it 'cause I want to.”
She stood on tiptoes, planted a light, smacking kiss on his lips, then whispered tenderly in his ear.
“So your wounds... heal a little faster.”
She wanted to share real feelings—not forced app love, but the kind that licked each other's raw bottoms and filled the voids.
“Hold still, Master. Miyang's gonna put on the ointment~.”
Clumsy but sincere, brimming with genuine heart despite the shame—listening to her call him “Master,” Ha Ohu, who'd only accumulated wounds since possessing this body, finally found a true sanctuary and smiled softly.
Sunlight filtered through thin curtains, spilling onto the guest room bed.
Ha Ohu and Na Miyang lay side by side, utterly naked, not a stitch on.
Over the rumpled sheets bearing last night's beastly coupling marks, today's traces piled up.
They'd done it again.
Na Miyang had stripped to apply ointment to his abdomen... and he'd ended up letting her between his thighs.
Even I feel the pain sometimes, but...
No chance to stop her once she took him in her mouth—he'd tried to hold back, but ultimately failed and fucked again.
Na Miyang, using his firm arm as a pillow and pulling the thick blanket up to her chest, peered breathlessly at the smartphone screen in his hand.
The screen showed the Hypnosis App, its purple vortex swirling.
“So.......”
Her voice trembled faintly. Her cat ears drooped, crushed by the horrific weight of truth that had just poured from his lips.
“That snuff vid trending on Pellagram... wasn't fake or deepfake—it was really your mom?”
“Yeah. That fucker Ha Deok-gu shattered her mind with hypnosis, then tossed her to loan sharks for his gambling debts. They filmed it.”
Ha Ohu's voice was flat, but killing intent dripped from beneath.
“And Park Ayoung, that bitch who cooked stew outside and went to work—she's the real blackguard who fed Ha Deok-gu all our mom's info.”
He'd bared his rawest, most rotten secret to Na Miyang.
Her body heat, staying by his side without any cheap leash, brought him an indescribable stability and anchor.
“.......”
Na Miyang's eyes flushed red with shame and shock. She bit her lower lip hard, then thick tears spilled as she buried her face in his chest.
“Master...... I'm sorry. I committed a sin worthy of death.”
Her shoulders shook.
“I had no idea... Thought it was fake, so I copied and sold it to other guys for quick cash....... How dare I trade vids of your mom suffering like that....... I'm a crazy bitch, trash....... Sob, waaah.”
As an info broker and snuff dealer, her flimsy pride had mistaken the real for fake.
Realizing that error had twice defiled the mother of the man she'd sworn to love with her life, Na Miyang writhed in bone-deep guilt.
Ha Ohu gently cupped her sobbing round head with his large hand.
“Don't cry. Stop.”
“I did wrong...... Punish me, Master.......”
“You thought it was deepfake. You didn't know.”
He tenderly brushed her wet hair and whispered low.
“And you've been punished enough already. Crying and rolling in the street yesterday—that's plenty. It wasn't on purpose, so no more self-blame.”
At his gruff but warm comfort, Na Miyang clung tighter to his waist, burrowing deeper.
Misunderstandings and guilt washed away with her tears.
Their bond had transcended mere hypnosis master-slave—evolving into deep empathy and understanding, licking each other's wounds.
Once she'd caught her breath from sobbing, Ha Ohu withdrew his stroking hand.
“If you're still uneasy, pay your debt with that info network of yours.”
“......Nya? Info network?”
“Yeah. You're the fastest, most accurate dark info broker in Jamsil, right? I need that distribution chain.”
“No way, Master....”
“Those loan shark bastards who gang-raped Mom in that basement 18 years ago and filmed it. The original uploader who recirculated it right after she died.... Hell, even the fucks who jerked off laughing to it on Pellagram.......”
Ha Ohu's breathing grew ragged.
【Regard Shooting Star, Han Sara, as your real birth mother.】
The vicious hypnotic command he'd force-fed his own brain amplified his rage toward her violators beyond limits.
“Every last one...... Track 'em all down, no exceptions. I'll rip off their limbs, skin 'em alive, kill 'em all with my own hands.”
His body began to shudder. Bloodshot eyes screamed imminent slaughter.
“Haa...... haa...... Fuck, I'll kill 'em all.......”
Mwah.
Na Miyang's soft, warm lips lightly pressed over his snarling ones.
Ha Ohu blinked in surprise; she cupped his cheeks firmly with both hands, face slightly flushed, and spoke resolutely.
“Master. Calm down.”
“Miyang.......”
“I'll take responsibility and find them all. I'll unleash my whole network, dig up every detail on those bastards, and drag 'em to your feet. So don't shake and get all worked up.”
Her confident voice slowly quelled his rampaging mind.
Her cat warmth soothed the fury.
But the hands so tenderly cradling his cheeks suddenly slid down.
Smack-!
“Ow!”
They whipped his broad, thick back with a sharp crack.
“That hurts! Why'd you hit me outta nowhere?!”
“If you're gonna get revenge, lose the fucking gut first, you fatty!”
The tender tears were gone; back-alley tough-love nagging exploded.
“Even if your dick's huge and blew my mind, in this shape, you'll drop dead from high blood pressure or heart attack before revenge starts! You gonna wheeze and flail your fists?!”
She poked his jiggling belly, unleashing practical scolding.
“I plan on fucking you a ton more, and if you keel over mid-revenge, I'll be a widow! So start real exercise today—no more breathing drills! Got it?!”
He'd nearly been devoured by his own bloodlust, twisted by hypnosis-fueled maternal love.
This quirky stray cat had yanked him back from the brink.
Ha Ohu stared blankly, then burst into deflated laughter.
“Haha...... Fine, fine. I'll lose the weight, so stop poking.”
The mood lightened, softened. The revenge-taut air melted into warm lovers' bickering.