Heejin's Desperate Resistance
Almost every car in the parking lot was a foreign import, and everyone milling about reeked of old money. This was a luxury apartment complex where ordinary folks couldn't even dream of setting foot, the home of my slave, Park Heejin. And it truly belonged to her—the entire building.
"Master! You're here?"
Since I'd called ahead to say I was coming, Heejin was waiting demurely at the front entrance. Even in the midsummer heat, she wore long sleeves and pants to cover her tattoos. The moment she spotted me getting out of the car, she ignored the stares from passersby, dropped to her knees on the ground, and bowed her head deeply.
"Your exclusive slave, Heejin, greets her Master."
I remembered telling her she didn't have to do that, but she'd stubbornly refused, and I'd eventually given up. I could just hypnotize her again, but there was no need, so I'd let it slide.
"Yeah. Get up."
"Yes, Master."
Park Heejin rose, then plastered herself to my side like a lover, linking arms and pressing her massive breasts against me. She was around my age, the queen of the underworld, but under my hypnosis, she was nothing more than a bitch wagging her tail and fawning desperately.
But after today, that would all change. She'd revert to being the queen of the shadows, her underlings resuming their illegal money-making schemes—laundering dirty cash through whatever crooked means necessary. They'd resort to violence against civilians if needed, reviving the illegal loansharking, gambling dens, and gun smuggling I'd shut down.
But there was no helping it. My life came before anyone else's. I didn't want to die.
"Master's scent♥"
In the territories she controlled, her subordinates could kill with impunity, and the bodies wouldn't even see a jail cell. Even the authorities feared touching her. She was that powerful. Even with the Hypnosis App, I remembered being pretty intimidated when we first met face-to-face.
"Arm in arm with Master. Hehehe."
Whatever thrilled her so much, she hummed a little tune, rubbing my arm against her chest.
"Hehe, Master! Let's head to the room so you can finally knock me up today, right? I'm super fertile right now!"
"Let's go first."
Pregnancy? Hell no. She was talking crazy. I had enough on my plate wiping away every trace of myself—leaving behind a kid? Absolutely not. If they ever caught on, it wouldn't end with a cinematic dip in the ocean like some gangster flick. I'd endure every torment humanity could devise before being burned alive. Maybe I wouldn't even get the mercy of death.
"Your face looks grim. What's wrong?"
I didn't answer. Heejin circled me like a puppy, scrutinizing her Master from every angle. Then she leaned in and planted a kiss on my cheek with a smack.
"Master."
"What."
"I love you. More than anything in the world."
Love? Love, huh... What a joke.
"Kuh."
...Right. It was just the hypnosis I'd implanted, commanding her to love me. Not a gram of real feeling in it—just manipulated affection. A mirage, destined to vanish after tomorrow. I had to remember that.
"Wipe every trace of me clean. My phone number, photos—everything. Make sure it can't be recovered, even if someone tries. That's an order from your Master."
"Eh...?"
"Delete every photo, video, recording we've ever made together—no exceptions. Backups too. And the home cams in your room, the CCTV around here—all of it. Got it?"
"Just erase any proof I was ever here. Make it impossible to recover."
Heejin froze, brain-dead like she'd short-circuited. But then she forced a laugh, as if it were some prank.
"Ahaha, you're joking, right? Master, you... Ahahahaha... Ahahahahahahaha."
She started with a weak chuckle, gauging my reaction, then amped it up awkwardly to shake off her unease.
"Ah! Is this some new play? Ahahaha, if that's it, your slave Heejin will play along all you want!"
She cranked up the energy, but her eyes shook wildly. Like she was begging me to call it a joke, some kinky roleplay.
Her reaction mirrored people fleeing from harsh truths.
"......"
A strange dissonance crept in. Heena's infinite trust in me. Ga-eun, Euna shedding tears under hypnosis. And now Heejin pleading for it to be a joke. Even if I'd twisted their personalities with hypnosis, something felt... off. An inexplicable unease. What if this lingered even after expiration?
No. Don't be stupid.
Silly thoughts. It was all part of the hypnosis. I'd manipulated their minds, so reactions like this were possible. Once the Hypnosis App expired, their personalities and memories would snap back to normal. I wasn't a gambler.
"Master... why won't you say anything...?"
I forced a gentle smile.
"Oh, just zoned out for a sec. You're right—it's a joke. New play. Like starting over from scratch. So delete everything and we'll begin anew..."
"You're lying. I can tell from your face."
As I slipped a hand toward my pocket for the app, Heejin dropped to her knees, gazing up with trembling eyes. Her shaking hands clutched mine, refusing to let go.
"Master. Did I do something wrong?"
"O-or are you worried my love's fading? No way! Heejin's your eternal slave...!"
Eternal? Nothing about this was eternal. It'd all vanish tomorrow.
"What are you standing around for? Do it."
"......"
She fidgeted, just stealing glances at me, no intention of obeying. Some slave—disobeying orders. Words alone weren't cutting it.
"Do it now!"
I bellowed with all my master's authority, but she still dawdled, eyes on me. In the end, I shoved the Hypnosis App in her face. Like with Euna, I layered extra hypnosis atop her implanted personality and commanded her to erase my traces. She nodded blankly.
Should've done that from the start.
Relieved, I went to grab my things.
"N-no... I hate it!!! I hate it!!!!!"
A scream pierced my ears, and I whipped around. Shockingly, Heejin wasn't following orders. The hypnosis had definitely worked—the app didn't lie.
But unlike Euna, she thrashed her head wildly in resistance, clutching it in agony.
"Master... please...! Help me! I don't want to! I don't want to erase Master!!! I can't!!!"
She wailed desperately, just like Euna hunting for photos. I hit her with hypnosis again, doubling it.
"Aghghghghkkkghghghgh!!!"
Under the intensified hypnosis, Heejin foamed at the mouth. Eyes rolling back, she clawed at her hair relentlessly.
"Hate... hkk... Aghk, don't wanna erase Master. B-but I have to. No no no don't wanna erase Master can't erase hate it can't erase have to erase Master can't can't love you please save me don't wanna forget Master!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She even let out monstrous shrieks like some alien beast. The sight of this beautiful woman drooling and flopping like a dying fish would draw eyes, but I'd just hypnotized everyone around to ignore it.
"Don't wanna erase Master have to hate it have to don't wanna have to don't wanna have to"
Only after two more layers of hypnosis did she finally go blank and obey like a proper subject. Leaving Heejin trembling as she deleted my contact and messages, I ransacked the place for my belongings.
Thud.
I accidentally knocked over Heejin's photo album. Most people just kept stuff on their phones, but she'd printed physical copies. I flipped it open.
From the first page: pretty handwriting reading 'Happy Times with Master♥'.
"Haha..."
It chronicled every moment we'd shared. A selfie of her smiling while blowing me in a secret amusement park spot. April 21st. Holding hands on the Han River roadside. May 13th. Me asleep. May 15th. Hugging my arm with a V-sign. June 7th. Countless mid-sex shots. Heejin looked genuinely blissful in every one.
I pulled out one photo and flipped it over.
-With my beloved Master-
-May this life last forever-
-Master's birthday! Don't forget!-
Every photo had sweet notes like that in her neat script.
"Huh."
My resolve wavered again, but I shook it off and closed it. This devotion wouldn't exist without hypnosis anyway.
"Master. It's all done."
As I pocketed the album and triple-checked the place, vacant-eyed Heejin approached.
"Good? Can't recover it?"
"Yes. Completely erased."
"Let me see."
Her earlier resistance was a first, so I verified carefully. Satisfied, I patted her head as a final reward and left.
"Fuck..."
Plenty of time left, but the mental strain hit hard—exhaustion flooded in. I wanted to crash, but safe escape meant more work. I fired up the sports car.
Wrap this up, drop the car with Euna, and done.
I'd pulled an all-nighter severing every hypnotic bond I'd forged. Returned the sports car to Euna and headed home. Dawn was breaking.
Drained already.
Not the mansion I'd frequented, but my shabby one-room on the outskirts. I unlocked the door. Too wiped to reach the bed, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed on the floor. Then my pocket chimed.