No Hypnosis Required (7)
“So... haa... please shove your cock, Master Ohu, into Ayoung’s pussy...”
Ayoung spread her legs wide toward the ceiling, trembling lewdly.
“Don’t... don’t do any foreplay or anything... Like earlier, when you punched me—fuck my womb until it tears, make it hurt so bad... haang! I don’t... I don’t need a baby... I’m not getting pregnant with Master’s baby... Just, just make it hurt like hell...”
In the depths of extreme agony, a flesh toilet craving pleasure was born.
“Ayoung’s a bad girl... hit me more... punish Ayoung’s pussy by tearing it with Master’s cock... haa, haaah...”
Through the open door crack.
Her shameful confession that her hymen regenerated every day, and her deranged ravings begging to be raped painfully, echoed all too clearly and vividly into the kitchen.
Slurp, schluuuurp—
“...”
Na Miyang’s meticulous sucking on Ohu’s cock came to an abrupt halt.
Because of Ayoung’s explicit pleas coming from the master bedroom.
Having heard that madwoman’s ravings—demanding punishment by being fucked so hard her womb tore because her regeneration made her hymen regrow every day—Miyang...
“...Pffft.”
She couldn’t help but snort at the bizarre absurdity of the earnest, pitiful situation, bursting into a slight laugh as she accidentally inhaled wrong.
And then.
As Miyang’s lips slackened mid-fellatio from the sudden laughter...
“Ack!”
“Hinyat!”
Miyang’s sharp fangs scraped roughly down Ohu’s hypersensitive, fully engorged cock shaft.
“Ah! Hey, your teeth!”
Ohu jerked back in shock, yanking his cock from her mouth.
Seeing Ohu wince from the stinging pain, Miyang paled, kneeling and rubbing her hands together frantically as she cried out in terror.
“S-sorry, Master! Miyang went crazy! It wasn’t on purpose—the crazy bitch in there was spouting such nonsense, it was so ridiculous I couldn’t help but laugh...!”
Miyang squeezed her eyes shut, trembling in fear that Ohu might lash out in rage at any moment.
But.
Ohu didn’t get angry.
Instead, a light, relieved smile spread across his lips, as if the heavy, horrific disgust from before had been washed clean away.
“Haha... fuck.”
Ohu let out a chuckle.
“Don’t worry. I laughed too.”
Through the open door, he could see Ayoung’s utterly broken form.
Only after confirming the sight of that woman, legs splayed and raving madly for rape amid her pain...
Did the self-loathing fear of becoming like Ha Deok-gu lift from Ohu’s mind like mist.
Yeah. That bastard Ha Deok-gu was trash who got off on turning my innocent mom into that.
Ohu thought to himself.
But I’m not. I’m just punishing this devil of a woman for revenge on Mom. Her going insane, spreading her pussy and begging on her own—it’s not because of my violence. It’s because deep down, that bitch is a rotten masochistic piece of shit.
Ohu steeled himself, convinced he was no sadistic maniac like Ha Deok-gu.
Not a monster finding pleasure in violence, but an executioner punishing evil.
And the one who’d given him that realization was none other than Miyang, who’d left the master bedroom door wide open and anchored his sanity.
Ohu gently placed his large hand on Miyang’s trembling head.
“Good thing.”
“...Nyang?”
“I figured it’d take days of wallowing in guilt and depression. But thanks to you, I shook it off quick.”
Ohu stroked Miyang’s hair affectionately, meeting her eyes.
“Thanks, Miyang.”
“M-Master... you’re not mad? Even though Miyang hurt Master’s cock...?”
“Nah, not mad. And earlier, when you pointed out the torture spots... I know you deliberately guided me to hit softer, to spare me.”
At Ohu’s blunt admission, Miyang’s pupils quivered.
It looked like mere bruising torture on the surface, but she’d steered it so no bleeding or organ rupture showed—to ease his guilt as the perpetrator.
Ohu had seen right through her heart.
“You... knew Miyang was protecting Master’s mind?”
“Of course. You care for me, so I see all your feelings too.”
At Ohu’s tender words, Miyang’s tail spun like a mad helicopter propeller.
Grinning ear to ear, she reached for Ohu’s cock again.
“Hehe... Master’s the best! Miyang will suck it nice and thorough as a reward! Nya!”
“Yeah, okay. Gently this time.”
Schlurp, slurp!
“Ah! Hey, teeth again!”
Excited from the praise, Miyang dove back in, but shook her tail too hard and nicked his cock with her fangs once more.
“Ack! S-sorry, Master! Nya!”
* * *
In the silent night street, at a crosswalk.
A massive silhouette flapping its cape roughly while waiting for the light charged imposingly into the apartment complex the moment the walk signal flashed.
Rapid Star had arrived.
“Gasp...! R-Rapid Star!”
A night patrol guard spotted the S-grade hero and came running in astonishment.
The high-end apartment’s strict security was worthless before an S-grade hero.
Bowing and scraping, the guard held out a notepad.
“Wh-what an honor! Could I maybe get an autograph...?”
Rapid Star smiled kindly and swiftly signed with a pen.
“Keep up the good work.”
After signing, as he glanced toward the elevator hall, his brow furrowed slightly.
Riding the elevator might mean dealing with annoying fan service again like before.
The recent erection fiasco still irked him, and the stares from tired civilians annoyed him now.
Might as well smash through Ayoung’s window. I can pay for it.
He pondered roughly for a moment, then shook his head.
Glass shards might scatter into the keepsake box.
Ah, better to leap straight to the roof and walk down the stairs.
Instead of the elevator, he headed outside.
Then, from a deserted flower bed, he gazed up at the apartment’s dizzying top.
The legs of an S-grade physical enhancement hero contracted like they’d burst.
Boom—!
Rapid Star defied gravity, shooting into the night sky.
He easily cleared 15 stories in one bound, landing lightly on the roof.
Thud.
“Tch. Unnecessarily high.”
As he brushed off dust and headed for the rooftop emergency door...
“...?”
Rapid Star’s keen senses caught a small presence huddled in the corner of the roof.
A silhouette revealed by moonlight in the darkness.
It was a girl.
And upon seeing her, Rapid Star’s eyes flickered faintly.
She wore a crude, ill-fitting, worn hero tights.
But the color scheme of that shoddy costume was all too vivid and familiar.
Yellow base with red accents.
The iconic form of Shooting Star, whose tragic death he’d mourned endlessly.
The owner of the keepsake box clutched at her side.
“Who are you.”
“Kyaa!”
The girl nearly fell on her ass in shock at the giant hero dropping from the sky.
Stammering, she sprang up and saluted rigidly.
“F-For Justice! I-I’m hero-aspirant Han Eunbyeol!”
Her youthful voice cut through the night air.
Rapid Star silently looked down at the girl, Eunbyeol.
Her fresh face peeking from the amateur costume, cheeks flushed with tension.
In that green, frightened innocence, he overlapped the dazzling, radiant days of his most brilliant disciple, Sara.
At that moment.
Damn it all.
The cock he’d barely calmed after signing a pregnant woman’s belly in the elevator twisted with perverse arousal, erecting again inside his tights.
The taboo thrill of this girl cloaked in his beloved disciple’s shadow hammered dark lust into the S-grade hero’s brain.
Thankfully, the roof’s thick darkness hid the obscene bulge from the girl’s eyes.
Rapid Star suppressed the heat in his loins and donned his sternest senior-hero face.
Slowly returning her salute, he asked in a heavy voice.
“A hero aspirant, huh. What brings you here?”
* * *
Meanwhile, in the kitchen right after the fellatio ended.
“Hehe... Master’s baby batter is sweet and yummy...”
Miyang stuck out her long tongue, proudly showing off the sticky white semen clinging to its tip.
Then, with a satisfied smile...
Gulp.
She swallowed it down audibly.
At Miyang’s decadent, devoted display, Ohu felt a strange affection.
She was his sole sanctuary in this revenge drama, eyes only for him.
Ohu bent down and softly kissed her lips, still glistening with his cum.
Mm.
“Good job. Wait here a sec.”
After one last pat on her head, Ohu turned back toward the master bedroom where Ayoung lay sprawled.
Time to check if Park Ayoung’s mind had fully crumbled as intended.
“Hnggh... urk, guh... sorry... I’m sorry... don’t forgive me... punish me with your cock...”
Ayoung convulsed in womb-crushing pain, still muttering nonsense with unfocused eyes.
Ohu silently approached and click-click unlocked all the cold handcuffs binding her wrists and ankles.
“...Ah.”
Even freed, Ayoung made no move to flee or attack.
She just slumped on the vinyl like a broken doll.
Ohu pulled out his smartphone.
He manipulated the Hypnosis App, deleting all the commands registered to her slot—like “lie on the soundproof vinyl”—every behavioral control one.
Leaving only one.
【Command: In front of Ha Ohu, speak only your deepest truth without any filter.】
With the cuffs off and app commands gone.
Nothing physically or systemically restrained her anymore.
Ohu looked down at the unchained Ayoung and issued a command with his voice alone.
“Get up. Kneel.”
To test her obedience without the app’s force, just his words.
“Now, strike the most submissive pose and lines you can think of.”
Even without the app’s compulsion, Ayoung’s body reacted on reflex to the terror in his voice.
She prostrated on the vinyl, forehead to the floor in dogeza.
“I’m sorry... Because of my petty inferiority complex... I dragged the sister who always loved me into hell... I deserve to die...”
It was a tearful, bloody apology, but Ohu’s gaze didn’t waver.
“That all?”
At his chilling retort, Ayoung’s shoulders jerked.
Realizing such a plain apology wouldn’t satisfy him, she shattered her last shred of dignity herself.
“N-no, of course not...”
Trembling violently, she spun around.
Swish.
Still prostrated, she thrust her ass high toward Ohu.
Then reached back, spreading her pussy and asshole wide open for him.
“Mmg?! Wh-what’re you doing, nya?!”
Peck, peck.
“A-Ayoung’s filthy holes are at fault... This vulgar pussy and shithole that envied Sara unnie apologize...”
Face buried in shame on the floor, she ventriloquized cheap apologies from her gaping holes below.
Watching the pathetic, grotesque sight from behind, Miyang grimaced and hid behind Ohu.
“Eww... super gross, Master. That bitch is filthy...”
“Yeah. Even I’m kinda...”
Anyway, he’d confirmed Ayoung’s total surrender.
For Park Ayoung, no hypnosis was required.