The Face from the Funeral
"Alright, the arms are done. Now for the legs..."
Medical Sign wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief and glanced around. "Leg fractures can shift if weight's put on them, so the patient needs to lie flat somewhere while I wrap them with my tongue. But with so many patients, the ambulances are packed. Laying them on the ground risks infection."
As Medical Sign made a troubled face, Ohoo immediately turned his head and nodded toward a corner of the square.
There sat Ayoung's pickup truck, parked nearby.
"Ayoung's truck is over there. The back seat's pretty spacious and flat, so let's do it there."
"Oh, right—you're the ones who came at the call from our Director Park? Lucky break. We'll move over that way, then."
Medical Sign stepped away briefly to grab her first-aid kit, and Han Eunbyeol and Miyang, who'd been fidgeting anxiously behind them, rushed up to support Ohoo's arms.
"Master, Miyang will help you! Lean on me this way~."
"Mister, I'll help too!"
But.
"No. I'll support him all the way. You two go ahead and clear a path."
Triple Axel casually blocked Miyang and Han Eunbyeol with a hand. Then, wrapping his arms firmly around Ohoo's waist and shoulders once more, he began slowly making his way toward the pickup truck.
Miyang and Han Eunbyeol walked ahead with disappointed looks, while Triple Axel and Ohoo, lagging behind, matched steps side by side as they crossed the darkened square.
"......"
"You've changed a lot in such a short time, Sara's son."
Triple Axel's voice whispered into Ohoo's ear.
"......!"
Ohoo whipped his head around in surprise, staring at the A-rank hero supporting him. Triple Axel finally slid the thick goggles up that had covered half his face, revealing his bare features.
And they were familiar.
The face of a middle-aged man he'd seen recently.
No way...'
It was the face of the old colleague hero who'd come to his mother Shooting Star's empty funeral hall alongside Rapidstar.
Triple Axel gazed down at Ohoo without his goggles, smiling faintly with affection and pride.
"I didn't expect you'd show up like this—already so strong—barely any time after Sara's funeral."
Triple Axel glanced alternately toward the underground mall entrance where Ohoo had fought covered in blood, and the emergency tent where survivors had gathered.
"If you hadn't stepped up... a lot more people would've died."
The middle-aged hero braced Ohoo's broken leg firmly as he delivered his heartfelt praise, heavy with sincerity.
"Thank you. Truly. For becoming such a fine hero, just like your mom... willing to sacrifice for others."
"......"
A hero? Thank you for becoming one? Sacrificing for others?
"I don't have a license yet... Still thinking about it. Whether I'll become a hero or not."
At that response, Triple Axel chuckled and patted Ohoo's shoulder.
"Yeah, take your time. Whatever path you choose, Sara would be proud of you."
Triple Axel's warm misunderstanding stabbed painfully at a corner of Ohoo's heart.
Soon, the two arrived at the pickup truck, where Han Eunbyeol and Miyang had already opened the door.
"Easy does it—lie down."
Ohoo opened the back door and lay his upper body across the wide leather seat. His broken legs stuck out long beyond the truck door.
Medical Sign arrived right after, setting down her first-aid kit and loosening her jaw.
"Legs are bigger bones, so I have to stretch my tongue out longer. Might be gross—close your eyes tight and bear it."
"Eugh... blegh... Wrapping Master's legs with that slimy thing again? Miyang's gonna hurl, nyang...!"
Even on the second go, Miyang's fur stood on end, and Han Eunbyeol turned away, unable to watch.
Medical Sign's slick tongue began wrapping around Ohoo's thick legs.
And even for Ohoo, on his second time, he couldn't get used to the disgusting slime texture or the way the tongue burrowed into his skin.
To distract himself from the revolting sensation, Ohoo pondered why this bizarre ability existed in this world.
For starters, the unnaturally long, flexible tongue... it's gotta be for fellatio or tentacle play—classic eroge setup.
But he couldn't easily figure out the jelly-making part.
Then it hit him.
Wait—melts the whole body into jelly form, swallows it through the mouth, plays with it inside... and excretes it back out...?
Ohoo shook his head furiously as his imagination went there.
Fuck, stop with the crazy thoughts.
Just then, Medical Sign, her tongue wrapped around his leg, mumbled something with her crushed pronunciation.
"Murrgh? Muhh muh muuugh?"
Whatever it was, it didn't translate. And since Triple Axel didn't bother interpreting, it probably wasn't important.
Then Medical Sign's gaze accidentally swept between Ohoo's legs.
"......?!"
Her eyes widened.
What... what the hell? Why's it so big?
The special-grade hero's mind blanked for a moment as she checked the patient's condition—Ohoo's cock brazenly exceeded all common sense in size.
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"Phew... all done."
About five minutes later, Medical Sign retracted her tongue and wiped sweat from her forehead.
Ohoo sat up in the truck and tested his legs, which had been completely shattered and dangling moments ago, by planting them on the floor. Even rolling his weight onto his feet brought no pain whatsoever.
"Thanks for your work."
Triple Axel and Medical Sign nodded to Ohoo, picked up the first-aid kit, and headed toward Ayoung, who stood a short distance from the truck. As the first discoverer and reporter on scene, they wanted a detailed report on the situation at the time.
"Director Park, what was the situation inside the underground mall like? We'd like to hear more about before we arrived."
As Triple Axel approached and asked, Ayoung turned with her usual composed expression.
"I've already reported everything through dispatch. All I know is in the records—check the association's logs."
She answered calmly, then glanced toward the pickup truck.
"I need to check on Ohoo's condition now. I'll be going."
"Oh, right—you're looking after Sara's son, Ohoo? Go ahead."
Triple Axel knew publicly that Ayoung had taken in Shooting Star's son, Ohoo, so he let her go without further questions.
Ayoung gave the two heroes a light nod and walked toward the pickup truck. Her gait appeared impeccably steady, without a hint of falter.
But.
Clunk.
The moment she opened the back door and slipped inside.
Bang—!!
"Haa... haa... heuk......"
She slammed the door shut and locked it from inside, and her legs gave out all at once.
Click, clunk.
Her composed facade from outside melted away in an instant. The aftershocks of the hypnosis safety release crashed over her alongside the confined darkness.
Ayoung slumped to the floor, hugging her knees against the door.
"Ohoo-nim... please... please, the hypnosis..."
She was in a clear-headed state, all hypnosis safeties disabled. Without it, she should've burst out right then, screaming to Triple Axel about her torture and kidnapping, demanding Ohoo's arrest.
But.
Swish.
"The mutt didn't bark."
Ohoo sat up and pulled his smartphone from his pocket.
"You were in your right mind—no hypnosis at all—and you didn't yell outside for someone to save me or catch that bastard? You had plenty of chances to snitch to Triple Axel."
At Ohoo's mocking question, Ayoung slowly lifted her head. Her face, twisted in anxiety, began to relax the moment she saw the hypnosis app in his hand.
She crawled on her knees to Ohoo's feet and started rubbing her forehead frantically against the truck floor.
"Haa... of course... because I'm your faithful slave, Ohoo-nim..."
Even in her clear-headed state, without the hypnosis compulsion.
Ayoung was already conditioned to obey without it. Her mind so broken she craved the collar herself.
Ohoo crooked a finger and commanded coldly.
"Come closer."
"Haht... yes, Master."
Ayoung panted like a dog as she raised her torso and buried her face between Ohoo's thighs.
Ohoo reached out, stroking her sweat-damp hair as tenderly as praising a loyal pet awaiting its owner.
"Good girl. You held it together out there—no bullshit, behaved perfectly. Well done, Park Ayoung."
"Ahht...! Haaang, Master...!"
Even that meager, warm scrap of praise made her whole body shudder. Her pussy grew wet. She rubbed her cheek against his hand, craving more affection.
But.
Slap—!!!
"Guhk...!"
Ohoo's thick hand, which had been stroking so gently, suddenly whipped across Ayoung's cheek without mercy. Her head snapped to the side, and she crumpled to the floor. A blue bruise bloomed alongside the red handprint swelling on her pale cheek.
"Augh... M-Master...?"
Ohoo's gentle voice froze over in an instant.
"But that's that."
He roughly lifted her chin with his toe from where she lay sprawled.
"And your intel was that shit? We almost fucking died."
"Heuk..."
"Chased by dozens of armed goons, shrugging off bullets, chewing people's heads—and that's just a C-rank? Your garbage info nearly got the op killed."
"Hic... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Faced with the blame, Ayoung couldn't muster a single word of excuse despite the slap.
"Not just me—Miyang and Eunbyeol almost died too. That okay with you?"
Ayoung dropped to her knees again, yanking down the zipper of her suit skirt and roughly dragging her panties to her knees.
"S-Sorry...! I was incompetent, Master...! I fucked up so bad I put you in danger...!"
She begged, ass up on the floor, exposing her bare intimate parts fully.
"Please, please rip this worthless slut's hole again... crush my womb as punishment...! Forgive me through discipline, Master...!"
Ohoo grimaced in disgust and waved her off.
"Enough. Heroes and cops are swarming outside—think I'm gonna fuck you here and dirty the truck?"
He drew a cold line.
"Wait till the handprint fades, then go out. Can't have the director walking around with a mark on her face."
"Hic... Y-Yes! I'll remember, Master...!"
As Ayoung sniffled and pulled her panties back up, Ohoo tapped his smartphone screen, reactivating and layering the hypnosis safety commands thickly back into her mind.
Purple flash floods the confined space!
Ayoung's trembling expression regained its calm as the purple flash filled the truck's interior.