Unbreakable Chains and a Feline Hero's Dawn
Because he loved her with all his heart, Ayoung castrated her own paltry human dignity and prostrated herself. Burying her face in the floor out of shame, she raised her ass high, vulgarly splaying open her most private holes in a cheap ventriloquist act of atonement.
"Ah, Ayoung's filthy holes are the ones at fault....... This cheap cunt and shithole that envied Sara unnie, we atone......."
Even though all the physical compulsion from the Hypnosis App had been released.
"Eugh...... Super gross, nya, Master. That bitch is seriously filthy......."
Miyang, hiding behind Ohu's back, wrinkled her nose and clicked her tongue.
Ohu stood with arms crossed, gazing down at Ayoung's naked body trembling in that vulgar pose.
She's completely broken.
Letting someone taste hope once by releasing the hypnosis, then making them submit of their own accord—this was hundreds of times more effective at destroying a human mind than mere brain suppression through hypnosis. The Hypnosis App forced obedience. Yet there was always that 1% chance of release for some reason. Like with Mom, Shooting Star. He still hadn't pinpointed the cause.
That's why he needed to mold her into a state where she'd obey even without hypnosis. Especially since she wasn't someone he could just kill and discard right away.
And the app's compulsions did their job perfectly even when planting obedience for after the hypnosis ended.
Ohu's gaze roamed every inch of Ayoung's body. The bruises on her abdomen from his merciless blows earlier, and the bloodstains on her inner thighs, were already visibly fading thanks to her minor regeneration ability. Cells were dividing at a terrifying rate, repairing ruptured blood vessels and muscles.
The only bloodstains left on the vinyl were a few drops from when she'd bitten her tongue in terror. Her flesh kept regenerating endlessly to maintain its normal state.
But Ayoung's mind had already devolved into irreparable waste.
"Enough. Makes me wanna puke."
At Ohu's cold command, Ayoung finally lowered her raised ass in a panic, kneeling and prostrating herself on the vinyl.
"Y-yes... Master Ohu..."
Ohu pulled out his smartphone from his pocket. Now it was time to clamp the final, unbreakable shackle on this thoroughly shattered long-term pawn for his unrestricted future use.
He opened the Hypnosis App screen and quickly typed new text beneath the existing command in Ayoung's slot that forced her to speak only the truth.
> 【Command: I, Park Ayoung, will never betray Ha Ohu. I will never aim for his back.】
> 【Command: I, Park Ayoung, will absolutely obey and follow all commands and orders from Ha Ohu.】
Tap, tap. As he hit enter, a familiar purple flash burst forth, slamming into Ayoung's pupils.
Fwaaash—!
"Urk......."
Ayoung, who had squeezed her eyes shut against the blinding light, slowly raised her head. In her unfocused eyes, Ha Ohu was now etched as an absolute god and lord of terror she could never defy.
Regardless of her own will—no, driven by the absolute instinct of obedience engraved in her brain—she slowly pressed her forehead to the floor and prostrated herself.
"Yes...... Master. Anything...... I'll do anything."
Her lifeless voice crawled across the floor to Ohu's feet.
Ohu pocketed his phone and issued a curt order.
"Get up first and clean up every trace of this vinyl and the bloodstains in the corner. Then prep for work tomorrow. You're going to the Hero Association tomorrow morning, putting on your smug director face like nothing happened."
"Yes...... Master."
"While you're cleaning, listen carefully. These are the tasks you'll handle for me from your fancy Hero Association executive seat."
Gazing down at Ayoung as she weakly peeled up the vinyl, Ohu began laying out the blueprint for revenge and survival he'd mapped in his mind.
"First."
Ohu slapped his jiggling gut.
"I'm losing weight. Hardcore, no mercy."
It was the result of Miyang's nagging hitting home. No matter how powerful the Hypnosis App was, to dodge unpredictable villain ambushes or potential S-grade hero pursuits, he had to remodel this disgusting, sluggish worm of a body first.
If even 1% of Shooting Star's physical enhancement genes slumbered somewhere in this flab, he had to squeeze it out to the extreme and awaken it.
"Mobilize all your power, money, and Hero Association infrastructure to create the ultimate setup for me to slim down and train my body. Top-tier training centers, nutrition plans, dedicated coaches—spare no expense for the best."
"......I'll keep it in mind."
"Second. Eighteen years ago, that bastard Ha Deok-gu handed over our mom, Han Sara, to those loan shark thugs for his gambling debts. Scrape together every above-board info on where those fuckers are now and what they're doing."
The video's circulation meant they were still alive. No way those loan shark pricks had idled in back alleys scraping pennies for 18 years. In a world with heroes and villains, surviving that long meant they had power. They'd likely grown into a crime cartel masquerading as corporations through dirty money laundering and blackmail.
"Police databases, Hero Association criminal surveillance nets, money laundering trails—use every legal, official network you can access as director to track their tails."
Ohu's gaze shifted to Miyang beside him.
"Miyang will handle the underworld rumors and dark web stuff like Pellagram, so you weave the net to encircle them from the light side. Got it?"
Miyang perked up her tail at her role being mentioned, beaming with pride.
Ayoung nodded.
"And third."
Ohu ground his teeth.
"Those fucking videos of our mom spreading on Pellagram and underworld communities right now—hire top-tier cyber security experts or hackers to track them all and wipe them from the servers permanently. Use your own money, blow as much as you want, but erase every last byte from the world."
"Yes, Master....... I'll prepare the three tasks you commanded perfectly."
Ayoung replied as she rolled up the bloodstained vinyl and stuffed it into a trash bag.
Physical infrastructure to train his body. An info net to squeeze the revenge targets from the light. And hackers to restore his mother's trampled honor.
Miyang, listening beside him, gaped in awe at Ohu's meticulous plan.
Whoa...... I thought our Master was just a dumb pig swinging fists wildly. But his brain's on another level? Controlling both light and dark to set up an encirclement—total noir boss vibe, nya......!
As Miyang clasped her hands, eyes sparkling with admiration for Ohu—
"Oh. And one more thing at the end."
Just as the orders wrapped up smoothly, Ohu stroked his chin and added an unexpected line.
"Park Ayoung. Clear the way for Miyang to do legit hero work."
"......Pardon?"
Ayoung looked up with a dumbstruck face, pausing mid-tie on the trash bag.
But the person involved, Miyang, freaked out even more.
"Nya, nyang?! M-Master? M-Miyang as a hero?!"
Miyang jumped in panic, clutching Ohu's gown collar desperately. Her tail stood straight up, unable to hide her fluster.
"Master! L-Listen nya! I'm a C-grade, but I was a full-fledged villain rolling in the underworld! Plus, with the snuff films, my face is probably all over the Hero Association's watchlist...... How am I supposed to suddenly debut as a hero?! That's insane identity laundering no one could dream of, nya!"
She'd lived her whole life like a rat in crime-infested alleys, never seeing proper sunlight, as a villain.
The idea of her receiving public applause and legally enforcing justice as a hero? It flipped her core identity upside down.
"It's possible."
Despite Miyang's frantic jumping, Ohu replied calmly without a hint of doubt.
"This bitch is the director of KHC Planning and Coordination, right? Core exec overseeing Hero Association admin and ops. Even a villain with a rap sheet can get special amnesty as a secret op cooperator, or you fake a full identity wash as a newly scouted promising talent via special hire. With her power, paperwork tweaks and backer pulls are a breeze, yeah?"
Ayoung bit her lip, then nodded in resignation.
"......Yes, Master. If I forge the docs at my level and lean on the faction my father built...... Washing one C-grade heteromorph's identity for a bottom-rung hero license isn't impossible. It'll take some time, but I'll handle it cleanly."
"Good. And don't just get her the license—use your connections to discreetly find skilled trainers to develop and amp up her abilities, and assign them."
At Ohu's firm directive, Miyang just gaped up at him blankly.
"Master...... Why exactly......."
Seeing Miyang mutter in a cowed voice, Ohu gave a soft smile. He reached out, stroking her fluffy cat ears as they trembled, and confessed his true feelings.
"Miyang. I said earlier I'd take down those loan shark bastards from 18 years ago, right."
"......Yes."
"Think they've just been slacking for 18 years? Nah. By now, they've built underworld connections and grown into a crime org. A lone C-grade villain like you dives in recklessly? Might not even get your bones back."
His voice carried deep affection and worry.
"I need your intel for those scary places, but I can't just toss you in naked and leave you hanging."
"Master......."
"Sure, you're handling underworld probes, but I can't let you get hurt. You need to get strong enough, and have a legit hero identity and Association shield if exposed...... So I can use you with peace of mind."
Ohu needed Miyang's skills for revenge, but he had no intention of treating her as disposable.
"And above all......."
Ohu met Miyang's eyes warmly, lowering his voice a bit shyly as he confessed.
"I wanted to make you wait."
"......Make me wait, nya?"
"Yeah. You love me for real, even without the Hypnosis App. That's why I'm so worried."
Ohu gently cupped her cheek.
"You're so devoted and loving, you might charge headfirst into that dangerous loan shark den alone to end my revenge quick. Knowing your personality, you'd risk your life recklessly for one more clue."
To keep the Miyang who truly worried for his safety from going berserk.
He needed the excuse and time of hero debut and training.
"So no diving deep into the underworld until you get hero status and proper training. Just skim safe surface intel and wait. Got it?"
Not as a mere tool of necessity.
But as his precious person, worth risking his life to protect, who cherished him.
At Ohu's sincerity, and that deep, heavy heart.
An indescribable surge of emotion welled up in Miyang's chest. Her eyes reddened again.
"Hwaaaang...... Master......! Masteeeeer!"
Unable to hold back, Miyang threw herself into Ohu's arms, hugging his neck tight.
"Miyang's so touched, nya....... No other man in the world would make a hero shield just to protect me...... Sniff, I'll serve only Master forever......."
Ohu gently patted the back of Miyang, who sobbed into his chest.
After rubbing her face on his chest to wipe her tears for a while, Miyang peeked up. Mischief and sultry allure mixed into her teary eyes.
Standing on tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his ear, whispering in a secretive, sticky voice.
"But then...... Promise me one thing, Master."
"What promise?"
"When all this is over. And Master slims down to a total hot guy."
Miyang's sharp fang nipped his earlobe lightly.
"Let Miyang be the first to hold Master's baby, nya."
"......What?!"
Ohu's face flushed red at the sudden pregnancy bomb.