The Final Inspection
The knight commander's residence was bathed in perfectly orchestrated morning sunlight. On any other day, the air would have been filled with the clash of cold steel armor and the sharp cadence of training drills, but today it felt strangely languid and sweet, as though it were a holiday.
“Tsk, tsk. A girl who’s barely made it to regular knight, wandering around in her underwear first thing in the morning. I wonder which man will ever put up with that sloppy sight.”
Camilla, the knight commander, clicked her tongue as she skillfully prepared breakfast in the kitchen, her usual mother-daughter scolding marking the start of another ordinary day. Her daughter Karin sat slouched in a dining chair, yawning widely and scratching her stomach in a manner utterly unbecoming of the Empire’s promising female knight. She wore only a thin slip.
“Hmph. Aren’t you getting a little too full of yourself just because you’ve got a young lover these days?”
Karin pouted, her expression sulky. Camilla’s hand, stirring the stew, froze mid-motion. Her cheeks flushed crimson in an instant.
“Haah… To think you caught me doing that with him two days ago. I must have been blinded like any other woman in love. What a shameful sight I showed as your mother.”
Camilla lowered her head with a shy smile. It was a memory perfectly rewritten by hypnosis. The week of horrific gang rape and corruption that had truly occurred had been beautifully repackaged in her mind as nothing more than “a passionate tryst with a young lover that her daughter had accidentally witnessed.”
“Do you have any idea how shocked I was that day? Thanks to you, I didn’t even want to come home yesterday!”
Karin grumbled, resting her chin on her hand. Her complaint sounded perfectly natural, as though she had completely forgotten the sight of her mother chained to the ceiling and forced to watch, or the way her mother had panted like a beast in front of her disguised as a stranger. There was no trace left of the despair and rage that had crushed her for the past week.
“Still… congratulations, Mother. I’m truly happy you’ve found a boyfriend.”
Karin spoke in a gentle, sincere voice, genuinely celebrating her mother’s new love. Camilla’s eyes grew moist with emotion at her daughter’s pure well-wishes.
“Thank you, my dear.”
She set a steaming plate on the table and said kindly, “More importantly, eat quickly and go wash up. He said he’d introduce a very ‘nice person’ to our daughter who doesn’t have a boyfriend yet.”
“What? He’s already playing stepfather? Isn’t that way too fast?”
Karin exaggeratedly wrinkled her nose. Camilla laughed heartily, saying that at her age she ought to marry soon. To any outside observer, it was the picture of a perfectly ordinary, harmonious mother and daughter sharing breakfast—provided one remained ignorant of the horrific abyss lurking beneath.
A short while later, Karin emerged from the bathroom after her bath, her body still damp and completely bare. Camilla was already waiting right outside the door.
“Oh, Mom? What are you doing he—Hyah?!”
In an instant, Camilla’s hands boldly seized her daughter’s breasts.
“You didn’t inherit your mother’s figure. These are quite small. He says men prefer them bigger. I suppose all that training sweat stunted their growth. I’m sorry, dear.”
Camilla grinned mischievously and kneaded her daughter’s chest. Not to be outdone, Karin reached out and grabbed her mother’s ample breasts in return.
“You’re the one who’s unusually large, Mother. I’m not exactly small either!”
“Oh my, oh my my!”
Even though they were mother and daughter, the two had lived their entire lives as knights, maintaining strict boundaries. Yet now they behaved with vulgar familiarity, as if those boundaries had never existed. Camilla’s face flushed at her daughter’s unexpected counterattack. But she didn’t seem to mind. With strangely softened eyes, she looked at Karin and whispered softly.
“It seems all barriers between us completely vanished after ‘that day.’ The old you would never have done something like this to your mother.”
In that moment, Karin’s playfully smiling face turned ice-cold.
‘Barriers…? That day…? Ugh!!!’
Deep in her mind, fragments suppressed by hypnosis surged upward like shards of glass. The sound of her mother moaning, the sticky fluid running down her own thighs, and the contemptuous gaze of that vile man looking down at them like beasts from the ceiling. Cognitive dissonance struck. Karin’s eyes shook violently with confusion and terror.
Just as she parted her trembling lips to tear through the veil of false memories and speak the truth—
—Ding, ding, ding.
The grandfather clock in the living room struck the hour with its dull chimes. It was the absolute obedience trigger the hypnotist had implanted. The irresistible command from the previous day—to continue the role-play until a certain time—rose in her mind, and Karin’s lips snapped shut as if by magic.
“Ah…”
Only unbearable humiliation and suppressed rage remained in her eyes. She forced down the boiling emotions and muttered bitterly.
“…Yes. There are no barriers left between us anymore.”
“Your eyes are still bloodshot. Let me see… You seem fine, though?”
“…This is my first time in a situation like this, so I’m nervous. I’ll handle it myself, so you can go ahead, Mother.”
A single large tear fell from her eye. But with her body’s control stolen, Karin could do nothing except hide that miserable tear.
“Is that so? Then Mother will go pick out the clothes we’ll wear.”
Completely oblivious to her daughter’s change, Camilla hummed as she headed to the wardrobe. Normally she would have taken out her neatly pressed knight commander’s uniform, but today’s choice was different. A red dress with a deeply plunging neckline that blatantly revealed her figure, and a blue dress that left her shoulders and smooth arms fully exposed. Elegant women’s attire with zero practicality—party dresses the two of them would normally have dismissed as cumbersome.
Soon after, mother and daughter—one with eyes reddened by shame, the other glowing with ecstasy—sat side by side on the living room sofa in their chosen dresses, waiting for the man who would deliver them to their “master.”
—Click.
“I hope you enjoyed your last ordinary morning!”
The front door opened, and heavy footsteps announced the arrival of “that man” into the living room. The two women on the sofa looked up at him in unison. Camilla’s face was filled with blind affection, like a girl experiencing first love. But Karin’s expression was a grotesque tangle of murderous intent and disgust that looked ready to tear the man apart, mixed with a wretched lust that had been branded into her to crave his touch.
“My, my~. I went to the trouble of erasing a week’s worth of memories with suggestion so you could have a normal morning, but it seems it’s already wearing off. Lady Karin, fix your expression. And you may stop the acting now as well, Commander Camilla.”
The moment the President’s voice fell, Camilla rushed into his arms with a face full of rapture. Like a bitch craving her master’s touch, she wrapped her arms around his neck and demanded a heated kiss without shame. Watching the horrific sight, her daughter squeezed her eyes shut in nauseating revulsion.
“Unfortunately, from today onward you are precious ‘merchandise’ with a new rightful owner.”
The President calmly pushed Camilla’s lips away and declared coldly. Karin, shocked by his words, let out a beast-like scream.
“Don’t be ridiculous! Who are you calling merchandise?!”
But her rebellion lasted only a moment. With a light snap of the President’s fingers, Karin’s limbs stiffened against her will.
“Now then, this is the final inspection before delivery. Take off your clothes.”
The moment the command was given, both women’s hands moved like machines. Even though it was a humiliating order to remove the dresses they had just painstakingly put on, Camilla smiled ecstatically as if offering her body to a lover and let the fabric fall. Karin, on the other hand, had to tear off her own clothes with tear-filled eyes, her movements filled with resentment.
“Raise your arms and spread your legs. Expose even your most intimate places completely so your new master can assess your value at a glance.”
The degrading commands continued. Without a shred of shame, Camilla voiced a misplaced regret—“Does that mean I won’t be able to see you again?”—while baring her naked body. Karin screamed “This isn’t right, this can’t be happening!” even as her body was forced to spread her legs wide, exposing her most shameful parts in full detail.
“Let’s see… no blemishes on the skin… and the hair is perfectly maintained. Turn around. Yes, no major issues with the anus or elsewhere either. Now, shall we check the most important value of the merchandise.”
Camilla coquettishly obeyed while Karin screamed in agony, but in the end, both mother and daughter—whose bodies were completely under external control—had to endure the inspection of their most intimate places like merchandise rather than humans, in equally miserable postures.
“Yes. All verification procedures are complete. They’re of the highest quality.”
The President, who had thoroughly examined the seductive allure of the late-thirties knight commander—once a virgin until a week ago but thoroughly developed since—and the fresh virginity of the newly adult female knight, nodded in satisfaction. He then pressed a special seal onto the lower abdomens of both women, right above their wombs. It was the mark of absolute submission that remained invisible under normal circumstances but glowed red only in Full Hypnosis Mode.
At that moment, Camilla—now bearing the seal on her lower abdomen—smiled seductively and asked, “If… my master dies, will you take me then?”
“Merchandise whose master has died is retrieved, refurbished, and sent to auction. Now, enter basic mode.”
At the President’s dry reply, Camilla pleaded, “Then please buy me when I come up for auction,” before stiffening like a perfect doll. But Karin was different. The seal had not yet appeared on her lower abdomen. To the President, it looked as though she was resisting the hypnotic state with beast-like murderous intent, vividly recalling the hell of the past week.
“You, and that damn client bastard who turned me into this!!! I’ll definitely tear you both apart with my own hands!!!”
In that instant, the President took out a grotesque leather mask from his robes and placed it over his face.
“You, fallen into the abyss—do you think you could possibly remember my face?”
The heavy voice from behind the mask struck Karin’s brain like a hammer. In that fleeting moment, the flames of hatred blazing in her eyes like those of a wild beast were abruptly extinguished. The week of horrific humiliation, her mother’s corruption, even the hypnotist’s true face… all of it scattered like white mist.
A short while later, Karin—who had been radiating murderous intent just moments ago—grumbled with a sulky expression, as if nothing had happened.
“What? Are we supposed to meet the person you’re introducing at a masquerade? And why are you suddenly wearing that tacky mask?”
Her voice once again overflowed with the shallow vitality of a clueless daughter who knew nothing. Yet even she did not notice the vivid hypnotic seal now branded on her lower abdomen, glowing with a faint red light.
Beyond the mask, the President smiled faintly as he watched the completed merchandise move according to the “default settings” as requested by the client.
‘Camilla can be used for a lifetime with just regular maintenance. Heh, there was unexpected expenditure, but it’s been a while since I purely enjoyed the process of creating merchandise.’
The President smiled in satisfaction as he looked into the empty blue eyes of the knight commander, who maintained perfect youth despite being in her late thirties.
‘On the other hand, that daughter Karin… she’s a bomb that could go off at any moment.’
The arrogant scoundrel client’s peculiar request—to modify only the body’s control rights without significantly altering the mind. Thanks to that, Karin had become an “incomplete product” whose hypnosis could break at any time, revealing her murderous intent. The anger that had still burned in her red eyes even after switching to Full Hypnosis Mode was proof of that.
‘Sending out an imperfect product like this always leads to accidents. Heh.’
The President swallowed a dry laugh. Foolish clients who didn’t understand the essence of hypnosis often made a grave mistake. They arrogantly believed that gaining control over the body meant the merchandise’s mind had completely submitted to them as well. Countless idiots had brought disaster upon themselves by getting drunk on that arrogance and deliberately releasing control to listen to the suppressed true feelings. If that immature scoundrel made the same mistake?
He would surely meet a miserable end at the hands of Karin, whose suppressed murderous intent had exploded. And Karin, who had torn her master apart with her own hands, would have her mind completely collapse from the conflict between the thrill of revenge and the hypnosis of “killing one’s master,” ultimately falling into a mindless meat doll.
‘Well, if an accident occurs and the client dies, it’s not a bad outcome for me. I can just retrieve the completely broken Karin, install a False Personality, and auction her off—or tune her to the tastes of the count who will become her father-in-law and squeeze out additional payment.’
The President shook his head after finishing his merchant’s cold calculations. But soon, a deep interest flickered in his eyes.
‘…But what if that young client manages to perfectly control this wild female knight without making any careless mistakes, using his own methods?’
If the client could thoroughly subjugate even her mind through his own power, using this precarious default-setting bomb the President had provided, and recreate her as his perfect wife and doll.
‘Heh, just imagining it is thrilling. In that case, it might be quite entertaining to form a relationship beyond mere client with that simple scoundrel.’
Having finished his pleasant imagination, the President lightly snapped his fingers and spoke.
“Well then, shall we head to the recipient. My beautiful works of art.”
Following the President’s instructions, the two women began picking up the party dresses that had fallen to the floor. It was a setting that reflected the President’s secret tastes and a terrible irony. Camilla’s body was wrapped in a “blood-red dress” that perfectly matched her daughter Karin’s crimson eyes. Karin’s body was wrapped in a “deep-sea blue dress” that perfectly matched her mother Camilla’s blue eyes. The two dolls were packaged in swapped colors that mirrored each other’s eye colors.
The two dolls, now merchandise bearing the title of knight mother and daughter, walked forward on their own two feet in their most beautiful forms—toward Blake County Estate, where their true master who would thoroughly violate and corrupt them awaited.