Is It Okay to Fuck Your Mom? (11)
"You're the Japanese Prime Minister, right? What brings a high-ranking person like you here? No, more importantly, what did you just say? Kill my son?"
"That's right. I've reached the limit of my patience."
At a glance, Himeko maintained an elegant, aristocratic expression, but upon closer inspection, veins bulged on her forehead. She was masking her rage with a poker face. The problem was that Oh Jeongyeon had no idea why she was angry in the first place. She couldn't even guess.
"His Majesty's sacred body has been harmed. Surely you're not pretending not to know what a grave sin that is?"
"I have no idea. More importantly, who is this 'His Majesty'? What does he have to do with our Minjae?"
"You... the brainwashing must not be complete yet."
Himeko quickly pieced together the situation and rubbed her temples in frustration.
"Breathing the same air as a filthy micro-brained is suffocating. Haah... I want to end you myself, but that might go against His Majesty's will. Ugh, this is why micro-brained scum are... haah... like goddamn flies. You squash them, brainwash them, and they keep crawling back. Why doesn't His Majesty just step forward and rule the world outright? Of course, there must be some profound reason..."
"Hey~ Whatever your business is, could you put on a show somewhere else?"
She might not grasp the full situation, but the implication that she was being treated like an idiot came through loud and clear.
"Fine. No choice then."
Himeko steeled herself, speaking as if Oh Jeongyeon should be grateful for the explanation she was about to waste her time on an ignorant fool.
"Your son, Kim Minjae, laid hands on our His Majesty's sacred body. Therefore, he must die. Understand? So go kill him."
"Pardon?"
Not a single word made sense. Or rather, it was the exact same story as before.
"From the beginning? Do I really have to start over?"
Himeko asked as if dealing with an imbecile beyond her expectations.
"From the start or whatever, I don't get it at all."
"Then... how low do I have to dumb it down...? Talking to a micro-brained is less frustrating than debating politics and philosophy with a whale."
Her tone had been grating from the start. Oh Jeongyeon wasn't one to back down easily either, but Himeko's contempt and disdain were unrelenting. It was the haughty attitude of someone addressing a being an entire dimension beneath her.
"Fine... fine. Then, surely you recognize that His Majesty, the sole ruler of this world, and the inviolability of His sacred body?"
"Who's this 'His Majesty' you've been going on about?"
"What? There's only one person worthy of being called His Supreme Majesty under heaven and earth: Kim Hoyoung. Are you seriously dumber than a worm IQ-wise?"
Kim Hoyoung!
At that name, Oh Jeongyeon's heart sank. Until moments ago, she'd thought this was some kind of joke, but if it involved Kim Hoyoung, it was a different story entirely. She'd witnessed multiple times how the women around him were unnaturally devoted, unable to resist him in the slightest. She herself was utterly enchanted by his caresses, but watching Kim Hea-e and Kim Jiwon's worship had given her chills. It wouldn't be strange at all if they called him "His Majesty."
"...Did Minjae and Hoyoung get into a fight or something?"
"A fight? Something like that. Is that the best your micro-brained skull can manage?"
"........."
Himeko let out a long sigh and placed a hand on Oh Jeongyeon's shoulder. Shifting strategy, she adopted a gentle, coaxing tone.
"His Majesty occupies the supreme position. A 'fight' between Him and some lowly creature is impossible. There's only irreverence and blasphemy against Him. Got it? Simply put, that trash Kim Minjae punched Kim Hoyoung in the face. That's why us, His devoted followers, are furious."
"...Gasp!"
Now the story was starting to click.
"We talked it over among ourselves and decided he needs to die right now. Especially Isia—she's set on committing seppuku for failing to protect her master; it was chaos. I even argued with His Majesty's family for the first time. Living in the same house and failing to protect him—what have you been doing? That's why I wanted to bring His Majesty to Japan. Anyway, that's not your concern. What I'm saying is—"
Himeko handed over the dagger again, issuing her final ultimatum.
"To atone for birthing such a foolish son, you kill him."
"...Now I understand what you mean."
Her whole body trembled. Oh Jeongyeon reached out as if to take the dagger, then let it clatter to the floor.
"—What does that mean?"
"Why don't one of you kill him yourselves?"
She had a million questions. Friends fight sometimes—does it really warrant death? What about legal consequences after? Why is the Japanese Prime Minister even acquainted with Kim Hoyoung? But the biggest one was this.
"If you're so angry, just kill him with your own hands. You're a person of power; surely you can off one guy without issue?"
"........."
Himeko, who had been so confident until now, abruptly turned her head away, feigning ignorance. Oh Jeongyeon tapped into that feminine intuition to read her psychological state.
"This isn't something Hoyoung approved, is it?"
"Eek!"
The Prime Minister flinched. Her face was turned away, but a bead of cold sweat trickling down her cheek betrayed her.
—It was true.
Himeko and the other brainwashed women had gathered upon hearing that Kim Hoyoung had been struck by someone. They unanimously agreed that the son of a bitch needed to die without exception, but Kim Hea-e's words threw them into disarray.
「But Hoyoung was friends with Minjae, and he's in the middle of brainwashing Minjae's mom. If we kill Minjae on our own, won't Hoyoung get mad? 」
「「…………」」
Kim Hoyoung getting angry. Making Kim Hoyoung angry. For them, it was terror incarnate just to imagine. Bianca slunk into the shadows, Kim Jiwon—ever the troublemaker—broke into cold sweats recalling her traumas. Park Jisoo pretended to be busy with company work, while Ishtar, joining via video call, made excuses about signal issues and fled. No one wanted to risk Kim Hoyoung's ire.
It was pure selfishness—who wants to be the one to bell the cat?
But Himeko couldn't stomach leaving the grave sinner who had scarred His Majesty's body alive. She decided to act alone and confront Oh Jeongyeon, both to make her atone and to shield herself if things went south and Kim Hoyoung's wrath turned elsewhere.
"...I knew it. Hoyoung would never want Minjae dead. They're friends."
"Nonsense! I knew talking to a micro-brained was pointless! His Majesty has no such thing as 'friends'! All things under heaven are merely His slaves!"
"Then I'll call Hoyoung and ask if Minjae really needs to die."
"S-stop!!"
Himeko truly panicked and backed away.
"If you don't want to kill him, just say so! You filthy micro-brained! I was giving you a chance to atone for birthing a blasphemer...! B-but if you snitch to His Majesty, I'll use every ounce of my power to get revenge! Got it? Remember that!"
The Prime Minister fled in a panic, nearly tripping over her kimono hem. She was thoroughly rattled. Even a highborn noble like her couldn't escape the slave's anxiety of fearing Kim Hoyoung's disapproval.
"Hmph! Kill my own son? As if I'd do that. Sure, Hoyoung's a hot guy, but I'm a mother first. No man could be more precious than my boy. How much do I love that child."
Micro-brained.
Oh Jeongyeon, branded with that slur by Himeko, muttered to herself, oblivious to the future barreling toward her.
Time passed into the afternoon, and the doorbell rang again. Wary it might be another thug like Himeko, she opened the door cautiously—to find Kim Hoyoung waving casually.
"Oh, Hoyoung. What brings you? Weren't you with Minjae?"
"I came first. Minjae'll show up later."
Kim Hoyoung entered as if it were his own home. Oh Jeongyeon, still unsettled from the morning's events, wasn't entirely pleased by her boyfriend's visit.
"What brings you to my place?"
"Why? Can't I visit?"
"N-no, it's not that, but..."
"We've been dating a while now, right? Time to tidy up the relationship."
"What?"
Kim Hoyoung's tone was colder than usual. Oh Jeongyeon shivered with a sudden chill.
"It was a temporary thing from the start, so the pretend-lovers game is over."
"You want to break up? If so, I guess there's nothing to be done..."
"No. Not breaking up. I'm saying I'll brainwash you into another devoted slave who worships me like the other women."
"Wh-what?"
Today, Oh Jeongyeon would shed the stigma of micro-brained.