A Daughter's Desperate Cry
In front of his sister, "Let's seat her here for now." Ohoo first placed Han Eunbyeol on the living room sofa. With her sight and hearing completely blocked, the girl—who looked just like Shooting Star from twenty years ago—sat there rigidly like a doll.
Right in front of her, on the low table. Park Ayoung lay utterly naked, her breasts mashed against the floor as she thrust her pale ass high in the air. In the posture of total submission, she awaited her master's merciless punishment. Her pussy was already slightly parted in fear, a long string of clear arousal dripping from it. Her tiny anal hole clenched tight in tension, quivering faintly.
"Hmmm... nyang."
Miyang savored the bizarre, lewd scene, murmuring, "This'll be even more fun, nyang."
She slipped the small pager—the one they'd seen earlier—into the rigid Eunbyeol's hand. The one and only escape route to summon Rapidstar, cleverly positioned so Ayoung's gaze had no choice but to drift toward it.
Ohoo looked down at Ayoung coldly and commanded, "Repeat what you said before. Exactly."
Ayoung's eyes flicked back and forth between Eunbyeol's blank face on the sofa and the pager in her hand—her father's pager. Shame wracked her trembling body.
In front of Eunbyeol, who resembled Sara so eerily. With the pager that could summon her love-hate father, Rapidstar. Amid all those humiliating symbols, Ayoung spat out the words that ground her down to nothing, compelled by the absolute yoke of obedience crushing her mind.
"Ayoung's pussy is a virgin pussy every single day... For trash like Ayoung, who was jealous of Sister Sara... Please punish me by shoving it in without any foreplay... Master."
The moment the words ended.
Crack!
"Hauk!"
A heavy leather belt lashed across Ayoung's pale ass with vicious force. Her body convulsed from the sharp impact that felt like it would split her flesh.
But Ohoo's movements paused.
"......"
Even with the hypnosis enforcing ironclad calm, his hand froze solid as he prepared to deliver the punishment. The reason was obvious. Eunbyeol sat there blankly right in front of him. Eunbyeol, who looked just like his mother. Her image overlapped with his mom's phantom.
The sight of himself tying up a woman and inflicting sadistic violence while his mother's lingering shadow watched—it merged with the father he loathed, Ha Deokgu, stirring unconscious revulsion and guilt that grabbed at his ankles.
'Eunbyeol really is my last line, huh...'
Miyang caught that faint, fatal waver instantly.
"Master. Look at me, nyang."
Snap.
She sauntered over seductively, wrapped her arms around Ohoo's stiff neck, and kissed him. And then—zzzt! As their slick saliva mingled, her fingertips gently stroked his spine, sending a mild current surging through.
"Ngh...!"
The thrilling electricity raced along his central nervous system, forcibly jolting his frozen nerves awake. Thanks to Miyang's electrifying support, the guilt vanished, and blood surged unwillingly to his glans.
Their lips parted, and Ohoo exhaled softly, murmuring, "Thanks..."
His shaken gaze hardened once more. Miyang's physical stimulation and flirtatious competence had smoothed over the inner trauma that struck at this moment of vengeful punishment.
"Hoo."
With his mind set, Ohoo finally plunged merciless punishment into Ayoung from above.
Crack! Smack! First, two more on her ass.
"Hngk!"
And soon, with the sound of flesh tearing, Ohoo's cock poured into Ayoung's pussy.
Splurtch!
"Kyaak... kkh!"
Her vaginal walls stretched as if ripping, echoing with sticky, scorching friction.
Thud! Thud!
"Kkh... kkh...."
Ohoo drove into Ayoung relentlessly. Even as her pussy tore around his cock in agony, she couldn't scream, reduced to panting gasps and tears as she stared at Eunbyeol ahead. The pain was real—her pussy was being shredded by Ohoo's cock. The hypnosis he'd layered on was just a safeguard for obedience; it touched her pain receptors not at all.
Crack!
"Kkwek... kkh!"
'Don't show pain... This is punishment... Punishment from Master Ohoo... Endure it... I have to endure...'
She swallowed her screams, deeming even agony in punishment a blasphemy against submission.
Then suddenly—
Ding!
Ohoo released every hypnosis safeguard on Ayoung.
"Wha... Master?"
In that instant, her suppressed true emotions and sensations flooded her body.
"Aaaah! It hurts! It hurts so much! Please, please stop!"
Crack! Ohoo delivered a cold spank and barked, "Screaming over this? Mom endured worse for twenty years! Bones breaking, soaked in drugs—she held on!"
Because he'd pushed her away, Star had fallen into hell.
'Sister... because of me... like this...'
The unimaginable horrors Star must have suffered exploded in Ayoung's mind as the most sadistic abuses she could fathom played out vividly.
Thwack! Thwack!
Ha Deokgu's piggish roar tore at her ears. Sara's body was slammed to the floor, bound. Massive fists battered her face, breasts, stomach, thighs mercilessly. Bones snapped with crystal clarity.
Crack. Crac-kle!
Bound by that pig bastard Ha Deokgu, she took merciless beatings.
Crack! Smash!
Sara's pussy was forced wide. A thick cock rammed in roughly, while beside it, glass bottles, plastic bottles—even beer bottles—were shoved into her ass. Her walls tore, blood streaming down.
Sara's legs trembled as she wailed.
In the hallucination, Sara's pussy and ass were unrecognizable masses of ruin. Red blood, white semen, filth overflowed in a mix.
And more men swarmed in.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Sara's body was hoisted into the air. One cock in her pussy, one in her ass, another crammed down her throat. Choking, tears streaming, her body shook with every simultaneous thrust, the sounds of tearing pussy and ass endless.
Riiip—! Smash—!
Blood tears streamed as Sara screamed Ayoung's name. That voice knifed through her heart.
Drugged into oblivion, Sara endured gang-rape for days. Men cycled through every hole. Breasts, armpits, soles, even hair matted in semen.
Her belly swelled with cum, pussy and ass permanently gaped. In a puddle of blood, semen, and piss, Sara lay like a shattered doll, gasping.
That last desperate murmur echoed endlessly in Ayoung's skull. In utter despair and physical torment, she sobbed at Eunbyeol.
"Sorry... Sister... I'm sorry, Sister...! Because of me... you suffered like that...!"
Ayoung's body still jolted under Ohoo's brutal thrusts. Pussy and ass tore alternately, hot blood trickling down her thighs.
In peak despair and pain, her gaze fell on the pager in Eunbyeol's hand. The one she'd once held. Then Sara. Now, her sole lifeline from this agony.
'Just press that... and call that bastard... call him...'
She had to hate him. But having tasted it once, she craved his affection—the only way to summon her father.
But.
'I don't want to... Calling that bastard is worse than dying...!'
Yet it would expose her most wretched self to the man she despised most. That fact was worse than death.
The usual Ayoung would have chosen death over calling her father. She hated him that much.
Of course. For now.
"Here we go again."
Splurtch!
"Kyaaaaaaaak!"
This time, Ohoo's cock shredded her ass. Eye-searing agony flipped her eyes white as her walls burst.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Perhaps her pride refusing to call Father stemmed from never enduring pain worse than death—an arrogance born of ignorance.
"It hurts! It hurts! I'm dying! I'll die, Master!"
And now, in torment beyond death, Ayoung wretchedly clung to breath.
Finally, sanity shattered, blood tears streaming, she desperately reached for Eunbyeol's hand.
"Daddy...! Save me, Daddy! Please save me!"
In the onslaught of true pain after safeguards fell, she instinctively begged her blood kin, Rapidstar, in abject wails.
But just as Ayoung's hand neared the pager—
Snatch!
Miyang ruthlessly yanked it from Eunbyeol's hand and flung it far away.
"Ah...!"
Her last hope vanished into the air. Ayoung's hand flopped to the floor.
"What did I... just say..."
Ohoo gazed down coldly.
'Even without hypnosis, in the worst spot, she reaches for Rapidstar.'
Releasing her safeguards was to torment her, but also prep for facing Rapidstar later. Since he'd given Eunbyeol the pager, he'd watch her anytime. Ohoo needed Ayoung as a shield to minimize interference.
In that confrontation, blood ties might crack hypnosis gaps, leading to betrayal. The deadliest variable for Ohoo now—needing a harsh preemptive cure.
Drill utter despair into her: even sans hypnosis, her only reliance was him, her master, etched bone-deep.
Ohoo sneered coldly. "Still haven't learned? Without hypnosis, you run to Daddy, huh? Gonna press that and kill us all?"
His voice snapped her awake. Father had abandoned her; this man before her was her sole god.
Ayoung flattened to the floor, sobbing and groveling. "I'm sorry, Master... Ayoung must be crazy... Please don't abandon me... I swear no betrayal ever again..."
The last shred of lingering affection and defiance for her father shattered. Total surrender achieved.
Spurt, splurt!
"Heuk!"
Ohoo finished coldly, pulled out, and stood. "Go wash up. You clean this mess."
Rising, he pulled out his smartphone, opened Ayoung's slot, and reactivated the safeguards he'd just released.
Tap, tap. Flash!
Purple light burst, overwriting her retinas. Despair of screaming for Daddy and blood tears forcibly erased, replaced by resigned, controlled slave reason.
"Yes... Master."
As Ohoo left for the shower, ignoring her mechanical reply, Ayoung crawled, blankly wiping blood and fluids from the vinyl.
"Hurry up, nyang!"
Under Miyang's prodding, Ayoung erased stains, aired the room, then staggered to the master bath to scrub her horrific marks.
Moments later, hair dried, naked Ayoung paused before the living room table. Eunbyeol still sat doll-like on the sofa, senses blocked.
The girl who so perfectly mirrored the Shooting Star Ayoung once envied with inferiority. Facing that innocent, defenseless gaze head-on, Ayoung slowly picked up the clothes she'd neatly folded earlier while awaiting punishment.
Swish, swish.
Before Eunbyeol's vacant, unseeing eyes, Ayoung dressed her ravaged nakedness in the poised, impeccable shell of KHC Director Park Ayoung, one piece at a time. Panties up, blouse buttoned to the collar—the ritual eerily calm and chill.
Soon, fresh from the shower, Ohoo emerged in clean clothes. The living room was set in impossible peace—no sign of torn pussy flesh and virgin blood moments ago.
Ohoo approached the sofa, smartphone in hand, and casually released Eunbyeol's sensory block.
"......"
Eunbyeol blinked. Picking up seamlessly from where she'd left off—holding up the pager as instructed—
"So, if I press this, he'll come right... Huh?"
She sensed something off.
'What's that smell? Kinda tangy...?'
Sniffing, she glanced out the window and startled. The faint sour, fishy sweat lingering in the air added to the unease.
"Huh? The sun's already set...?"
Time felt oddly skipped.
'Hallucinating?'
But the app's memory tweak made her shrug it off.
Ayoung smiled faintly, extending a hand to Eunbyeol. Gone was the naked, tear-streaked wailer; she was composed, fully dressed.
"Eunbyeol. Shall we finish that talk from earlier?" Ayoung suggested softly. "I'll pull solid villain lists and routes worth special admission to the Hero Association. How about staying here for training in the meantime?"
To minimize Rapidstar's perverse meddling and raise Eunbyeol safely as the new Shooting Star, Ayoung stepped up as his shield, per Ohoo's orders.
"Th-thank you! Director!"
Eunbyeol nodded vigorously, overwhelmed by the KHC Director's generosity.
Ayoung kept her warm smile, hand out. "And that pager—mind handing it over? I'll meet Father soon and explain your situation properly."
"Ah... Yes! Got it!"
Unsuspecting of her ties to Rapidstar, Eunbyeol surrendered the precious pager without hesitation.
The dangerous variable Rapidstar now fell under Ohoo's control.
Handing it over, Eunbyeol beamed at Ohoo and Miyang, bowing deeply.
"Please take care of me from now on!"
The naive apprentice, oblivious to all, thus began residing full-time in Ayoung's penthouse.