Only Without Hypnosis (6)
The heavy, dull thuds echoing through the soundproof surgery room finally ceased.
"Guhk... guhk..."
Ayoung convulsed on the vinyl sheet, white foam bubbling from her mouth amid the agony of her crushed womb. Ha Ohu, who had been glaring down at her wretched form, withdrew his fist and silently slipped out of the master bedroom—leaving the door wide open.
"Guhk... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Sara unnie, forgive me... I'm sorry..."
Thud, thud. With heavy footsteps, Ohu crossed the living room toward the kitchen. He stood at the sink and roughly flipped the faucet lever upward.
Gush—!
Cold tap water poured out, filling the basin. Ohu slammed the drain shut, then spun around and yanked open the freezer door. Inside were several large ice packs, frozen solid. He grabbed three.
Splash, splash!
He tossed two mercilessly into the sink bowl, now brimming with icy water. The last one he wrapped tightly in a clean towel from the rack.
"Haa... haa..."
His mind remained ice-cold and rational. But the hands that had brutally pulverized Ayoung's abdomen and womb now trembled uncontrollably, beyond his control. Clutching the towel-wrapped ice pack, Ohu exhaled raggedly and hung his head.
Why won't it stop...
Ayoung was the mastermind who had dragged his mother into hell—the pain he'd inflicted was merely interest on the debt of her rightful punishment. No guilt toward her at all.
Instead...
It stood up.
His healthy cock, engorged and throbbing because blood had pooled without release, pissed him off.
Fuck, of course...
Ohu stared down at the organ straining against his underwear, veins bulging like it might burst free.
Did I... get hard while beating the shit out of someone?
Revulsion surged from his gut. His father, Ha Deok-gu—that bastard who had pummeled his mother Han Sara like a sandbag, deriving perverse pleasure from the sadistic violence. Ohu felt self-loathing at showing the exact same reaction as that trash.
"Beating her without leaving marks where clothes won't hide it... that's exactly what that fucking bastard Ha Deok-gu did to Han Sara for 20 years, right? You're your father's son, after all. Let you rape me?"
Ayoung's curse, spat in rage just before the torture began, haunted his ears like an echo, gnawing viciously at his mind.
"Fuck... no. I'm not that worthless scum."
"Master..."
A cautious patter of footsteps approached from behind. Miyang, who had lingered in the master bedroom, followed him to the kitchen. Without turning, Ohu thrust the towel-wrapped ice pack backward.
"Take it, Miyang."
"Nyang? Master, this is..."
"Put it on Park Ayoung's bruises. Especially her thighs and lower belly. We gotta reduce the swelling so she can decide whether to go to work tomorrow morning or not. Can't have it showing, so ice her good."
"Ah... y-yes, got it."
As Miyang hesitated with the ice pack, Ohu plunged his trembling fists deep into the sink water, now frigid as an ice bath from the floating packs.
Splash. Bone-chilling cold seeped through his knuckles. He gritted his teeth. He'd thought dunking in ice water would cool the filthy excitement etched into his veins and stop the shaking.
But the shadow of that filial traitor's genes lingered in his brain, unyielding.
From the open master bedroom door, Ayoung's muffled groans and sobs carried vividly.
"Hnghk... I'm sorry... I, I was wrong... hngguh..."
Unable even to beg for her life, Ayoung could only leak submission and apologies, compelled by the truth-enforcing hypnosis. Each wretched utterance made Ohu's lower body swell fiercer, defying his rational mind. The urge surged to charge back, spread the helpless woman's legs sprawled on the bed, and thrust in like a beast.
Feeling like he'd become the same trash as Ha Deok-gu, Ohu suppressed the insertion craving maniacally, gripping the sink edge until it might crack.
"Haa... fuck, calm down. Please, just settle."
In his near-mad haze, Miyang—who should have taken the ice pack to the bedroom—slipped quietly behind his broad back.
Swish—.
"...?"
Miyang wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Then one small hand slid down over his pants and...
"What the fuck are you doing."
...gently grasped his massively erect cock.
His nerves hypersensitive, Ohu whipped around irritably.
"Go ice Park Ayoung's bruises now! If the swelling doesn't go down by morning, we're both dead—you know that?!"
Undeterred by his snap, Miyang gazed up with calm, affectionate eyes and whispered,
"Master. That bitch is a regenerator. I checked—her thigh bruises are already fading. By morning, it'll be gone, just some muscle soreness. No worries about marks at all, nyang."
"...What?"
As Ohu blinked in confusion, Miyang gracefully dropped to her knees right there. With bold strokes, she yanked down his training pants and underwear to his knees in one go.
Thwack. His pent-up, hefty cock sprang free like a spring, slicing the air. The blood-engorged glans throbbed, asserting its menacing presence.
"Hey! What the hell!"
Ohu recoiled in panic, but Miyang's hands clamped his ass, holding him firm.
"Horny in this situation?! You just beat her into a bloody pulp, and now you wanna fuck?!"
His self-loathing morphed into abusive scorn toward her. But Miyang, unscathed by the outburst, cradled his thick shaft tenderly and looked up with reproachful eyes.
"Master dummy."
"What?"
"You're beating yourself up over this right now, nyang."
Her slitted cat pupils pierced his wavering gaze.
"I saw your cock rock-hard when you punched that bitch's womb. That's why your hands shook so bad. You feel like trash like your dad—disgusting and scary."
"..."
Stabbed dead-center, Ohu bit his lip, speechless.
"It's just physiological, nyang. Revenge thrill or stress boner—whatever, it's not your fault. Don't torment yourself alone."
Miyang brought her red lips delicately to his massive glans and murmured low,
"I'll suck it for you. So your revenge doesn't feel lonely or painful."
Schlurp—.
Her warm, wet mouth engulfed his huge glans in one go.
"Hngh...!"
"Truth is, I've been wet and itchy watching your cock since earlier... But your headspace matters more, so I'm holding back. I'll endure and just service your cock devotedly. So relax, Master."
Miyang curled her tongue, deftly licking the sensitive corona. The devoted, intense fellatio began in earnest.
Slurp, schlick. Smooch—.
Viscous, lewd suction sounds filled the kitchen silence. Her warm oral mucosa gripped his shaft seamlessly, sliding up and down—each stroke sending electric jolts up his spine.
Ohu gradually loosened his white-knuckled grip on the sink.
"Haa..."
The maniacally repressed lust began disarming, thanks to her devoted caresses.
"Haa... my mouth feels so good... it's all tingly..."
With his pillar filling her mouth, Miyang reached up, pulled his hand down, and placed his palm on her fluffy cat ear.
"Mmph... slurp, Master... schluuurp... pet my soft ears, nyang... it'll melt all the tension away... smooch."
Dazed, Ohu stroked her cat ear. The fluffy warmth at his fingertips. Her pleased purring breaths. Her love and devotion seeped into his frozen heart, thawed from the violence, warming his shattered resolve.
Slurp, "Gulp...!" Schluuuurp—.
Miyang's blatant fellatio echoed thickly through the kitchen. And those sticky saliva and breathing sounds...
...drifted through the wide-open master bedroom door.
...and stabbed crystal-clear and raw into Park Ayoung's eardrums, sprawled on the vinyl-covered bed.
"Hnghk... hahk, heuk..."
Ayoung, who had passed out foaming from the womb-crushing shock, barely regained consciousness, gasping raggedly. Her lower belly still screamed with saw-like phantom pain. But her faint regeneration worked slowly, surely mending ruptured cells and vessels.
That... demonic bastard... murderers...
Blue venom flared in her eyes. Right now, as her body healed, she wanted to scream. For help. That a KHC executive was kidnapped and tortured here. Just like Ohu had yesterday. As this home's owner, she knew its layout best—no matter the soundproofing, a throat-shredding shriek might leak faintly to the hall or neighbors.
But.
In front of Ha Ohu, speak only your deepest truth without filtering.
"Hngguhk... I'm sorry... I, I was wrong... hngguh..."
No pleas for rescue escaped her lips—only the relentless chant of bedrock submission and atonement. Her rationality screamed to yell for help, but the cursed truth compulsion dragged only her core terror and despair to the surface, forcing it out.
In the end.
"Please spare me... I'm a worthless bitch... hnghk..."
Her vocal cords mechanically repeated frail surrender to Ha Ohu. Handcuffed, she couldn't even cover her face—despair's tears flowed freely. Faint kitchen noises wormed into her ears.
Slurp... schlick... smooch, Master...
"...!"
Ayoung's pupils quivered. Unmistakable man-woman tongue-twining, cock-sucking lewdness. Ha Ohu—the pig who had just beaten and crushed her womb—now vented his arousal in the open kitchen beyond, getting head from that horny she-cat Na Miyang.
Hearing the vivid sex sounds snapped the last thread of her fraying sanity. Post-torture terror and pain mixed with humiliation from their blatant act. In this extreme contrast, the "speak only truth" hypnosis shattered her psyche, warping it grotesquely.
It hurts... hurts so bad... but hearing that bastard's cock-sucking... why is my pussy getting wet...?
Ayoung recoiled in horror. Amid womb-shattering throes, hot love juices gushed from her secret depths, soaking her thighs. Pain and pleasure boundaries crumbled.
"Haa... haat... hng..."
Her eyes lost all focus. She writhed on the vinyl, handcuffed hands unable to soothe her belly or pussy.
And.
"Ah... haa, Ayoung's pussy... it's virgin every day..."
Drool trickled from her mad lips as she mewled nasally.
"Ayoung... has minor regeneration... even a torn hymen regrows fresh by next morning... haat! Hng!"
A secret never told to anyone. Known only to her. Her shameful bodily truth, exposed by the command to speak only truth.