Without Hypnosis (4)
"Scared? Begging for your life?" Ha Ohu sneered coldly.
'That fucker's mocking me... that pig bastard...'
Crushed by shame and terror, Park Ayoung gasped for breath. She had to shatter the composure of this hideous normie pig smirking in front of her somehow. She needed to make the bastard lose his reason in rage and strangle her to death right now—a desperate thrash.
'Yeah, that's it...'
With her tear-streaked face, Ayoung squeezed out her last shred of sanity, vowing to stab straight at Ha Ohu's deepest, most painful trauma.
"Hahk... hngh... you filthy bastard."
Murky venom pooled in Ayoung's eyes.
"Beating someone without leaving marks, without it showing on the outside... that's exactly what that fucking Ha Deok-gu piece of shit did to Han Sara for 20 years, isn't it?"
Ha Ohu's eyelids twitched subtly.
"Just like father, like son. Filthy blood can't lie."
Ayoung sneered maniacally, foam flecked with blood at her lips.
"Tie her up, torture her, and end up raping her? Just like that worm Ha Deok-gu did to Han Sara?! Yeah, go ahead! Do it, you bastard who looks just like that fucker—it's not weird at all for you to pull the same shit as your old man! You're just a horny rapist scum who gets off beating women, exactly like your daddy!"
The comparison to his father Ha Deok-gu—the man he despised and hated most. Ha Ohu's heart twisted with a nauseating self-loathing from the black depths as Ayoung's fatal provocation crossed every line.
'Yeah, right. I'm ultimately that trash's bloodline. My body, my actions—even this scene of tying up a woman in a soundproof room to violate her—might make me no different from that monster Ha Deok-gu.'
But Ha Ohu endured the nails digging into his clenched fist, maintaining outward calm. The moment he lost it to her taunts, his revenge would devolve into petty venting.
Of course.
"You... you fucking bitch!"
Na Miyang, standing beside Ha Ohu, couldn't hold back. How dare this wretch compare her savior Master—the most horrific trash in the world—to insult him.
Na Miyang's fur bristled all over, blue high-voltage current crackling from her fingertips with a pop!
"How dare you stick that filthy bastard to our Master! I'll char that bitch mouth of yours to coal, nyang!"
The instant Na Miyang lunged with murderous intent to zap Ayoung's face—
Thud.
Ha Ohu's large, thick hand seized Na Miyang's sparking wrist.
"Wait, Miyang."
"Master! Let go! That bitch's trap right—!"
"Zapping with electricity just paralyzes the brain nerves instantly—no full pain. She passes out, and it's over."
Ha Ohu interjected in a cold, emotionless voice.
"For sins like this, she needs to feel it raw—every inch of skin and guts, fully conscious, no anesthesia or blackout."
"Hiiing..."
Na Miyang retracted her electricity and stepped back.
"Still, thanks for getting mad for me."
"Hehe..."
Ha Ohu released her hand, then pulled out his smartphone from his pocket—the screen glowing with the tampered Hypnosis App.
He leaned slowly over the panting Ayoung on the bed, shoving the screen right in her face.
"Yeah. Just like you said, I'm Ha Deok-gu's blood. A cowardly fuck using the same app."
Ha Ohu recited coldly, as if her accusations meant nothing.
The screen showed the app's [Target Log: Ha Ohu] commands.
> [Target: Ha Ohu]
But Ha Ohu had slyly scrolled up with his finger to hide the top core command: [Do not get emotionally shaken. Think of Shooting Star as your mother.]
Instead, he showed Ayoung the #2 command registered in her eyes.
> From this moment, I, Ha Ohu, speak only the truth.
"......!"
Ayoung's pupils dilated.
To prove every word from now on was 100% fact—no lies—Ha Ohu had leashed himself with the same truth command.
He closed the app, opened the gallery, and began swiping through saved screenshots right in Ayoung's face, one by one.
They were dozens, hundreds of texts Shooting Star—Han Sara—had sent her son Ha Ohu in life.
Blind, devoted love solely for her son. Pure 100% maternal affection dripping from every word—no strings, no demands.
"So?"
Ha Ohu's heavy voice pierced Ayoung's eardrums.
"I'm a useless pig bastard just like Ha Deok-gu."
Ha Ohu swiped through the photos, continuing flatly.
"But Park Ayoung. So what if you're a hotshot Hero Association manager on the outside? Born S-grade hero blood, dressing fancy and throwing weight around—what's that worth?"
Ha Ohu's gaze pierced her wavering pupils dead-on.
"You're just a pitiful, affection-starved bitch treated like trash by your own dad, never acknowledged, so you jealousy-destroy some other mom."
"......!"
"Me? I'm the son of this shitty trash body. And I had a mom who loved me like the world's most precious treasure, for free."
Ha Ohu pocketed the phone and landed the killing blow on Ayoung.
"Alright, let's weigh it coldly."
A cruel smirk curled Ha Ohu's lips.
"You, begging for dad's love your whole life, despised and ignored, reduced to ruining others. Vs. me, the pig raised overflowing with love from Mom even in that hell."
"Ugh..."
"Between us, who's the more pitiful bottom-feeder?"
Bound by his own hypnosis to speak only truth, this comparison embedded as absolute fact in Ayoung's brain.
"A... aaaah...!"
She'd thrashed her life away, never earning her father's love. Yet Han Sara—the one she'd trampled and despised—had given her son that absolute, unconditional love even through 20 years of hell before leaving.
Ayoung had thought she'd won for 20 years. But the unloved one was the world's most pathetic loser.
"No! Noooaaah!"
Ayoung flailed her cuffed hands in the air, screaming in seizure.
"You fucking bastard, what do you know! Even if Dad abandoned me, my mom... my mom...!"
Her voice cracked desperately.
Her real mother, assassinated as a villain target just for being an S-grade hero's wife. The bloody loss and abandonment rotted and burst from Ayoung's depths.
"Mom loved me! She loved meeeee!"
Ayoung rolled on the bed, sobbing hysterically. The monster shell peeled away, revealing a pitiful child crazed for parental love, wailing.
Staring blankly at Ayoung thrashing and tear-soaked on the bed, Ha Ohu slowly clenched his right fist tight. Joints cracked in the operating room's silence.
'Do I resemble her?' The thought flickered. For a split second, seeing Ayoung's breakdown overlapped his own abandoned state—intense kinship.
But.
'So what.'
That kinship couldn't pardon her crime of dragging his mother to hell and letting her get gangraped. Never.
"Then we're the same."
Ha Ohu murmured coldly, numbly.
"You and me. Both pathetic kids thirsting for parents' love."
He slowly drew his arm back toward Ayoung's abdomen. Shooting Star's genes thickened his muscles, contracting taut.
"So don't feel too wronged. This isn't some romantic revenge."
Ha Ohu's eyes locked on the thick-marked strike spot in Ayoung's abdomen center with the name pen. No rib puncture risk to organs. No instant-death rupture to liver or pancreas. Just layers of fat and muscle over small and large intestines—pure agony of twisting guts on impact.
"Just... paying the bill for what you did to our mom. Think of it as me ringing up your receipt, one by one from now on."
Ha Ohu's jaw clenched.
"Receipts—you're familiar, right? Suit-wearing manager lady."
Then the drawn-back fist plunged down like an arrow loosed from a bow—merciless.
Thwack—!!
"Guhak—!!!"
The transparent plastic wrap bulged as if tearing.
"Krrghghgh!!!"
Ayoung's body arched off the bed like a bow from the shock. Crushed, twisting innards choked her breath.
"Kuuugh...!"
Unable even to scream, her eyes rolled back white.
"Don't worry. As shitty as it is, I need your help."
Sticky blood foam and gastric juice gushed from her mouth, dribbling down her chin.
"You... you...!"
"That's why I won't kill you. Round two."
Thwack—!
* * *
"Haa, the smell's mostly gone now."
Hero Association direct special cleanup team members, after an all-nighter at Shooting Star's home sorting bloody relics and initial deodorizing, stretched their sore backs.
"Yeah. Just relics today, and since it's Friday, drinks..."
Thud.
A massive figure appeared at the entrance with heavy footsteps.
The hazmat-suited cleaners spotted the overwhelming silhouette and bowed 90 degrees in unison, barking with iron discipline.
"For Justice! Rapid Star-nim! You've arrived!"
Korea's pinnacle S-grade hero, Rapid Star.
His cape fluttering behind, he entered, nodding naturally to their salute.
"Good work. All sorted? These Sara's relics?"
The team lead carefully offered a pristine box from a corner.
"Yes! The relics inside will be formally delivered to Ha Ohu tomorrow via Park Ayoung Manager."
At that, deep wrinkles furrowed Rapid Star's brow.
"Tch."
Tsking in clear displeasure, he growled in a thick, firm voice.
"No. I'll deliver them myself. Better for Ohu to hold his mom's relics ASAP."
Cold light flashed in Rapid Star's eyes.
Even with shared blood, his half-baked powerless daughter. He didn't like her "protecting" his favorite disciple's bereaved family. Sure, Ohu—that unbelievable slob—didn't sit well either.
But for his cherished disciple Sara's final traces, he wanted to deliver them personally, not through others.
Rapid Star snatched the relic box from the lead's hands in one motion.
"Useless girl with no combat power, but nosy as hell."
Muttering bitterly about daughter Ayoung, he bent his knees.
Boom—!
The hallway floor spiderwebbed. Amid ringing sonic boom, his massive frame leaped gravity-defying, soaring straight to the apartment rooftop.
On the windy rooftop, Rapid Star tucked the relic box under his arm, glaring sharply toward Ayoung's apartment.
Veins bulged on the S-grade hero's thighs, ready to cleave the night sky.