Even Without Hypnosis (2)

Afternoon wrapped one arm around Miyang's waist and stared down at the phone screen again, his expression turning serious once more. "Anyway. That Park Ayoung bitch who just left for work—we've gotta nail down something crucial before we start our revenge on her tonight."

"Nyang? What's that?"

"The fatal weakness of this hypnosis app. My hypothesis about the hypnosis release condition."

At Afternoon's words, Miyang nodded and focused on the phone screen too. The two of them pressed their heads together and began debating the mystery they'd encountered yesterday.

"The decisive reason my mom's hypnosis broke was that real orgasm she felt for the first time in 20 years, right? The explosive pleasure from G-spot stimulation."

Afternoon narrowed his brow as he spoke. "But Miyang, you definitely... went all the way yesterday. Multiple times, even squirting."

"Hic... Master, you perv. Do you have to say it out loud...?"

Miyang flushed red with embarrassment and rubbed her forehead against Afternoon's chest. Undeterred, he pressed on with his analysis.

"Anyway, you felt a real orgasm too, so why didn't yours break? If orgasm was an absolute release condition, you should've snapped out of it mid-sex yesterday and fried me with electricity—that would've been normal."

Miyang paused in thought at Afternoon's sharp point. Her cat-like eyes, honed from watching all sorts of humanity as a heteromorph ability user filming snuff films in the underworld, gleamed with seriousness.

"Hmm... My take, Master."

Miyang spoke cautiously. "It's 20 years."

"Exactly."

"Your mom spent a full 20 years hypnotized by that trash Ha Deok-gu. No matter ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠how amazing a toy or power you get, if you do the same shit every single day for 20 years, boredom sets in eventually—you get jaded."

Miyang's sharp nails scratched at the bedsheet. "That Ha Deok-gu bastard probably micromanaged commands hardcore the first few years, drilling discipline daily to prevent release... But after 10, 20 years, once your mom seemed perfectly tamed, he slacked off on maintenance. The hypnosis hold got loose, like worn-out rubber bands."

"So..."

"That 20-year loosened gap in the hypnosis—your mom's latent hero instincts buried in her blood, plus a primal, explosive physiological orgasm that bypassed her brain entirely, shattered it like glass. Not just any orgasm, but a miraculous timing where 20 years of complacency met peak pleasure."

It was a simple but incisive deduction. Afternoon smacked his knee.

"Could be. The hypnosis on me is only a day old, so the orgasm you felt yesterday wasn't enough to break that strong imprint."

Afternoon let out a sigh of relief. If orgasm wasn't an unconditional release, he could use the app to ravage enemies with a wider, worry-free arsenal of methods.

"Hehe... Or another hypothesis."

Miyang slyly smiled and slipped her hand under the covers toward Afternoon's inner thigh. She gently gripped and stroked his massive cock, which was already lifting its heavy head again despite the recent ejaculation. Still slick with semen.

"Hng...!" It was sensitive.

"Master's dick is such a legendary tool it melts brains... Maybe it jacks up the pleasure threshold for hypnotized people? I really thought I was dying yesterday... Nyang."

At Miyang's subtle seduction steering the mood erotic, Afternoon cleared his throat with a cough and grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"Tch..."

"Anyway, we can test pleasure-based release limits on other bastards later. No need to overthink."

Afternoon's eyes cooled again. Park Ayoung's face, returning tonight, flashed in his mind.

"Revenge on that bitch tonight won't involve any orgasms or pleasure anyway—miles away from it."

The mastermind who tied his hands and feet, stabbed his gut, and doomed his mom to lifelong hell. For that arrogant, vicious psychopath exec, he planned no pleasure—just endless humiliation and despair.

At Afternoon's grim promise, Miyang nodded and turned back to the phone screen.

"Right. That bitch deserves to die as a lifelong toilet."

Cuddled in Afternoon's arms, Miyang swiped through the hypnosis app screen on his smartphone, fiddling playfully. "But this app's wild. Simple UI too... Huh?"

Her eyes locked on the [Target Log] slot list while swiping. Her pupils shook.

Miyang's gaze fixed on slot 1: Ha Ohu himself. The app meant for tormenting others had its top slot as the user. With trembling fingers, she tapped slot 1 to check the command log inside.

"......"

Miyang's lips quivered. At the site of his mom's gruesome, rotting death, he'd numbed his own smell to endure the stench. To avoid crumbling from grief over losing her—or going mad with rage—he'd forcibly controlled and suppressed his emotions with this desperate self-hypnosis.

Above all. 'Even his feelings for Mom... forced via hypnosis?'

The second command tore at Miyang's heart. To truly love and not forget his wretchedly dead mother, he'd resorted to this sad act of brainwashing himself. How shattered must his heart have been to rely on the app even for love? What a heavy cross he'd borne alone.

"Master..."

Miyang looked up at Afternoon with tear-filled eyes. "These commands... aren't you pushing too hard? Suppressing emotions with commands might not hurt now, but later your heart'll rot... It'll be too painful."

At her tender worry, Afternoon swiped the screen off and replied flatly. "I'm fine. I need this to feel at ease. Without it, I'd really snap, kill everyone, or off myself."

Afternoon forced a casual smile. Miyang held back her stinging nose and pointed out another absence in the app list.

"But... why'd you remove my name from slot 2?"

Afternoon stared into space, then gently stroked her head with a bitter confession. "Just... wanted to."

"Nyang?"

"Yesterday, that Park Ayoung bitch fooled me perfectly, stabbed me, betrayed me... Made me scared of people, but..."

Afternoon's deep voice rumbled low in the room. "Still wanted it. Love like Mom's. Not fake love force-fed by commands. Even without this shitty hypnosis app... I desperately need someone who genuinely cares for and loves me as I am—this worthless worm."

Afternoon's eyes wavered. "Like my mom, who loved me through 20 years of hell."

Miyang's eyes welled up at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Afternoon's lonely, heartfelt wish for true warmth beyond hypnosis's chains. Her chest swelled so full and choked she could barely breathe.

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"Master... Sniff, you're such a fool..."

Miyang hugged his neck tight and whispered affectionately. No need for the app. Her soul was already captive to this scarred man. She vowed to protect and love him truly.

But that was that. As the touching mood peaked and their lips neared again.

Miyang, tearfully nestled in his arms, suddenly jerked her head up. "Master, you're really a fool?!"

"...W-what, what?"

The affection vanished from her wet eyes, replaced by the ominous prelude to a family scolding for idiocy.

Shattering the mood, Miyang shoved Afternoon's chest and sat up. Pointing accusingly, she unleashed a sharp tirade.

"Master, you're a total moron?! Brain as pure as a virgin?!"

"Hey, hey. Why the sudden rage? I set the mood, got you touched—now you're mad?"

As Afternoon sat up in confusion, Miyang planted hands on hips, fuming. "Who asked for touching?! Yeah, it touched me... But anyway! Holding a cheat-key like the hypnosis app, why're you so idealistic and soft?! Driving me nuts!"

Miyang, the street-hardened senior who'd survived the back alleys, continued her bone-deep warning. Older sister too.

"Master's young and naive! As your big sis and vet of this filthy underworld scum, my advice: trust no one in this world! Not even yourself—whom to trust?!"

She pounded her chest, ranting. "Yesterday, fooled by Park Ayoung, betrayed, gut-stabbed, nearly died! Still trusting me? People?! What if I snapped out of hypnosis, cut your throat, and bolted—why spout that sappy shit?!"

"Miyang, I trust you..."

"Agh, shut it! Trust who?! Hypnotize me again, now!"

Miyang snatched the smartphone from his hand and shoved it in his face. "Recreate slot 2 with my name! Never betray, speak only truth—those two commands stay forever, even with a knife to your throat! Got it?!"

She demanded her own collar—the sturdiest, absolute hypnosis chains.

Afternoon gazed up blankly at fuming Miyang. Her rage, her self-imposed brainwashing—its reason was crystal clear. Worried her soft, idealistic master might ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠get duped again and die in this perilous world... Pure, heartfelt concern.

Her way of protecting him: make an environment where she couldn't betray him, ensuring 100% safety.

"...Haa."

Afternoon surrendered, raising hands with a chuckle. "Fine, fine. You win."

He dropped his refusal. Facing her sincere worry and anger, stubbornness crumbled. Afternoon took the phone and opened [New Target Registration].

Miyang sighed in relief and obediently faced the camera.

Afternoon tapped the screen, entering text.

As Afternoon flatly moved to hit enter per Miyang's demands—absolute loyalty and truth etched in.

"M-Master. Wait."

Miyang urgently grabbed his gown sleeve, whispering. "Before commands... one last request?"

"What?"

Glancing at his eyes, she said resolutely. "Make me truly love your mom... Shooting Star. Via command."

Afternoon's fingers froze mid-air.

"Make me think of your mom as real family, my own birth mom, and love her. That way... when hunting those snuff film bastards for revenge, I'll fight a hundred, thousand times fiercer by your side?"

Miyang beamed, leaning her head on his arm. "They say nothing scarier than family avengers. Make me family too, Master."

Her self-brainwashing for him. And begging to love his mom—to share the revenge burden.

At that deep, desperate devotion, a heavy resonance spread from deep in Afternoon's chest.