No Hypnosis Allowed (5)
Thwack!! "Grrraaagh!"
"Haa... haa..."
Ragged breaths leaked from Ha Ohu's lips as he slammed his fist down. He craved the satisfying impact vibrating up his knuckles.
"This is just the interest."
But even clenching his fist tight couldn't hide the tremor. As Ohu pulled his arm back again.
"...Master. Hold on a sec, nya."
Na Miyang, who had been watching silently, approached cautiously.
"What's up, Miyang?"
Her cat ears were flattened back tight. She couldn't hide the strange worry at seeing the man she loved exacting revenge.
"I get how you feel, Master... but beating her like that..."
Your fists will hurt more.
That's what she wanted to say. But before meeting Ohu, she'd been a villain who reveled in others' pain—saying it might just be hypocrisy. So she buried that under her obsession that her master's righteous vengeance must end tomorrow morning without a single trace.
"Even with regeneration, swelling can spread, nya. That'd mess up your plans, right?"
Miyang scanned Park Ayoung's heaving naked body.
"If you're gonna hit her anyway, target spots that don't show bruises but amplify the pain dozens of times over."
That way, Ohu wouldn't swing so much. That way, he wouldn't dig his nails into his own flesh to hide the shaking.
"Here—the inner thigh line near her groin, nya."
Miyang pointed with a sharp nail to the spot below Ayoung's pelvis, near her pussy.
"Hitting here leaves bruises hidden by clothes. Thighs have plenty of fat, so inflammation doesn't spread easy..."
It was true. Or rather, true by Miyang's standards. Not medical fact—just words she'd heard from villains she'd bedded.
Thanks to the hypnosis command to speak truth, she could rattle it off without hesitation.
"But the shockwave travels up the thigh nerves and pelvis... making her pussy clench and spasm automatically. Way more pain than a broken bone, nya."
"You... fucking psycho bitch! Why are you telling him that?!"
Ayoung's pupils shook wildly at Miyang's advice, her gasps turning frantic. As Ohu prepared the next blow under the snuff film director's direction, Ayoung bit her lip bloody.
No... please, you demon bastards... stop...!
Ayoung thrashed her handcuffed wrists, shaking her head in seizure.
Ohu ignored her, turning to Miyang with gratitude. She didn't hesitate to dirty her hands, happily guiding him as his vengeful ghost. A dull affection warmed in his chest.
He leaned down tenderly, pressing soft lips to her pale forehead.
"Thanks, Miyang. This'll make the revenge a lot cleaner."
"Hehe... If it helps Master, Miyang'll do anything, nya."
Miyang blushed and giggled; Ohu drank in her smile. Then he turned back, eyes locking on Ayoung's groin.
Toward that inner thigh vital spot Miyang had marked.
Splat! Thud! Crack!
He pistoned alternate fists down mercilessly.
Thud! Thwaack-!! Exactly five hits. Weight-loaded punches crushed Ayoung's fragile inner thighs.
"Gaaaahhh—!!!"
Ayoung's scream tore her vocal cords. Miyang was spot-on. The impact rippled up her pelvis, forcing her vaginal walls and uterine muscles to contract and twist violently.
Squelch, squelch! It felt like flesh ripping, organs tangling—a pain beyond human limits. Her body flopped like a dying fish, convulsing desperately on the vinyl.
"Sorry, Ohu! I'm sorry!!! Kill me... please, just kill me!"
Her sincere pleas sank traceless into the soundproof foam. No salvation reached; no echo returned. They scattered into nothing.
* * *
Shwooo—!
A shooting star streaked across the night sky.
Thud!
Shwooo—!
Leaping again. Even in darkness, his red-and-blue primary-colored tight hero suit gleamed under skyscraper lights.
Tucked securely under one arm: a carefully wrapped box of Shooting Star's belongings.
Korea's pinnacle, S-grade hero Rapid Star, soared over Gangnam skies.
Friday night. Below, Friday frenzy throngs packed streets and intersections, reveling in the heat.
"Woooah! Look up there! It's Rapid Star!"
"For justice!! Go, Rapid Star!"
"Holy shit! Pic, quick!"
Spotting the shooting star's silhouette, crowds froze mid-stride, pointing skyward in ecstatic cheers. Thousands of smartphone flashes burst like a ground galaxy.
From above, Rapid Star smirked at the spectacle.
Ants.
To an S-grade hero unbound by heaven's limits, the masses were mere props proving his greatness—crawling insects at his feet.
But perhaps that's why.
Rapid Star didn't just enjoy their worship and cheers—he craved it pathologically.
Swoosh. Kicking off a rooftop into the air again.
A strange heat rose between his thick thighs. The ignorant masses idolizing him stroked his eardrums and optic nerves. The box of his beloved disciple's relics under his arm caressed his ribcage erogenous zone and nostrils.
"Ngh..."
He swallowed a low groan. Amid ten thousand staring eyes in the night sky, the mighty S-grade hero's cock began throbbing erect.
Of all times, in his custom tight hero tights molded to every muscle twitch. The thin spandex bulged obscenely, contours unhideable.
Wind resistance plastered the fabric tighter, making the monstrous outline even more blatant.
Rapid Star scowled downward. Normally, he'd hero-land dramatically in the crowd's heart, bask in cheers, then strut to Park Ayoung's apartment.
But...
...Not now.
Landing like this? Hundreds of phone cams would plaster his tented crotch across the net. Even a hero couldn't bear the "horny pervert" stigma.
No choice.
He veered mid-air toward a dark, deserted high-rise rooftop.
Boom—!
Safe landing. He tsked irritably at his still-raging hard-on, draping his cape over his crotch. He headed for the stairwell emergency door, planning to elevator down to the empty back alley and walk quietly to Ayoung's.
Ding. Doors opened; he stepped in hesitantly.
Fortune: empty, fresh from the basement garage.
* * *
"Haa, haa..."
Ayoung's inner thighs were black-purple swollen masses from Ohu's brutality.
"F-fuck... you little shit... kill me... just kill me...!"
Spit dribbling, curses spilling—but Ohu snorted, turning to Miyang.
"Miyang. We're not done, right?"
"Of course not, Master. Thinking what this bitch did to your mom? This is just warm-up, nya."
Miyang slowly eyed Ayoung's nudity, jabbing a sharp nail into the center of her pale lower belly, below the navel.
"Next: here, nya."
"Lower belly?"
"Yup. Precisely where this demon bitch's womb sits."
Womb. Ayoung's kill-me screams froze solid.
"You know what pissed me off most from what you told me yesterday, Master? This slut bragging in front of you about culturing your mom's bloodline to birth a grandson surpassing your dad and earning recognition, nya?"
Disgust dripped from Miyang's voice.
"Trying to fill her pathetic love deficit by turning a life-bearing womb into trash-tool. For a bitch like that, smashing that undeserved organ is peak revenge, nya."
Miyang cupped Ohu's massive fist in both hands, whispering.
"Master. Pour every ounce of strength into one solid hit here. No external blood, but her womb'll inflame with period pain on steroids."
Interest compounded on Ayoung's filthy ambition: raping his mother, exploiting his semen for a loveless child.
"...Yeah. Perfect."
Ohu slowly—oh so slowly—reeled back his right arm, loading his weight into the fist. Locked on the Sharpie-marked bullseye center of her lower belly.
* * *
Vrrr—. The fast-descending elevator slowed at the 5th floor, halting.
Ding!
Damn it.
Rapid Star's brow furrowed under his cape-crotch cover. Doors slid open; a young couple out for weekend dinner and their 7-ish son chattered in.
"Oh my...!"
"Gasp!"
Spotting the S-grade legend, they inhaled sharply. A living TV myth in their local elevator—shocking.
"R-Rapid Star...! What brings you here? Villain...?"
As the thrilled couple babbled, Rapid Star forced a grin and nodded. Chance fan meets were routine, but...
Not erect...
His tights-bulging erection raged on. He tugged the cape tighter, but disaster: the kid's height perfectly eye-leveled his groin.
"...Mommy, why's that uncle's dick so big?"
The boy's innocent bluntness filled the cabin. His gaze glued to the tented outline.
Parents blanched in panic.
"H-Hey! Quiet! Don't be rude in front of Rapid Star!"
Dad clamped the boy's mouth, but the air froze in awkwardness. Sweat beaded Rapid Star's back—the guy unflappable before crowds.
Fuck, close call.
One wrong move: elevator pervert-hero infamy.
"Hahaha! Sharp eyes, kiddo. Even humble, a hero's aura can't be hidden!"
He flashed a sly, saintly hero smile, seizing initiative.
"Anyway, little fan—met a hero, gotta get an autograph? Uncle'll hook you up special."
Topic swerve, head pat. It worked. Embarrassed parents jolted to grateful cheers at his grace and service.
"Aww! Such an honor, Rapid Star! But home's flooded with 'em already! Every Korean house has your sig. Fan service king!"
"Ha, thanks. Photo then...?"
Warm vibes as floors dropped.
"Oh, right!"
Husband perked excitedly, tentative request.
"Could you... sign my wife's belly?"
"Belly?"
"Yeah! Got news yesterday: our dream second baby's coming! Your heroic energy'll make 'em super healthy and great!"
Blessing a womb with hero ink. Win-win... especially for his erogenous zones.
"Heh, congrats. Gladly."
Saintly smile, pulling his thick meteor marker—worn fan-service fave, brand faded.
To reach the flat uncalled pregnant belly, he slowly knelt, folding deep. Cape draped his groin; cold floor chill and focus wilted the twisty erection.
"Grow strong, future hero."
Popping the cap, he scrawled his signature meticulously over her white blouse-covered lower belly.
Scritch, screeetch—.
"Hnn... Th-thank you, Rapid Star..."
Firm nib pressing, tickling; she mewled softly. Holiest paternal blessing descended on the life-bearing womb.
* * *
And.
"I'll kill you... rip your limbs off..."
Bound Ayoung rolled her eyes back, foam-flecked rage.
On her lower belly.
Sharpie'd black target mark blazed over her womb—the feminine core for new life.
Ohu's eyes fixed on it. Elbow cocked back; Shooting Star genes swelled his thick muscles to bursting.
"Go, fucker."
Shwooo—!
Air-ripping roar; fist rocketed meteor-like.
Promising another leap.
Rapid Star's marker curved softly, dotting the finale: a cute smiley for the babe's health, right on the womb spot.
"There, done."
"OMG, thank you! Treasure forever!"
Couple bowed in cheers. Hero's blessing complete on new life—beautiful instant.
Thwaaaaaack—!!!
"GYAAAAAAAAAAARGH—!!!!"
Ohu's destructive fist literally cratered Ayoung's womb-center lower belly. Iron-mass pulverizing guts to spine—apocalyptic agony arched her shrimp-like on the vinyl.
Deep rupture-tear sensation atomized her brain. No scream escaped; blood-fountain gushed. Pupils blanked; legs spasmed.
The instant her father, blessing another's life, drowned in hero-play delusion.
His own daughter wailed world's most wretched death-cry, womb crushed in ruin, bloody tears streaming.
Ding!
Doors opened; erection subsided, Rapid Star strode out dignified, relic box under arm.
"Farewell, Rapid Star!"
Respectful bows behind; he cut night air toward Ayoung's apartment.
And.
Ayoung's 15th-floor Hera Palace, city nightscape backdrop.
In the soundproof chamber beyond salvation.
"Hngghk... Ck, gack... Sorry... so sorry... don't forgive... don't..."
Womb-shattered, soul obliterated, Ayoung foamed white.