Can I Fuck Your Mom? Epilogue (3)
“Ok Maehyang!”
“It's been a while since anyone called me by that old-fashioned name.”
“Ah… right, yeah. You went to study abroad in America, didn't you?”
“Glad you remember?”
“Of course. We're childhood friends.”
Childhood friends—though he'd pretty much forgotten about her for a long time. It had been over ten years since they'd even had a simple phone call.
Ok Maehyang. Born in the same hospital, they'd ended up in the same class from kindergarten through elementary, middle school—a strangely enduring connection.
Honestly, if he had to name a proper female friend, she'd be the only one.
“I was bracing myself for the worst—that you'd completely forgotten me.”
“Why would I forget you?”
“You cut ties with Minjae completely, didn't you?”
“Ah… yeah, pretty much.”
She knew pretty much everything about him, given their deep bond, and naturally, she'd hung out with Minjae a few times too. To be precise, she and Minjae had been more like friends-of-a-friend, keeping things distant.
“Auntie Jeongyeon and Auntie Hea-e have changed a lot too.”
“You were always popular with the aunties.”
Because she was smart. Especially Oh Jeongyeon had adored Ok Maehyang. Unlike with him, she'd seen her as a valuable connection that could help Minjae.
Well, this girl was so brilliant that at just seventeen, she'd been scouted by some American research institute, skipped high school entirely, and jetted off to the States.
Honestly, he had no idea what she'd studied there. He'd heard explanations a few times, but they hadn't really clicked.
“Hmm… Auntie Hea-e always had this scary, cold image, but now she's calling you Master.”
“Ah, no, that's…”
“I know. It's the hypnosis, right?”
He was racking his brain over how to explain his own mom and his friend's mom both being his slaves when Ok Maehyang casually dropped that she'd already figured it out.
Perched on the edge of the desk, she spoke in a tone that neither scolded nor envied him.
“The whole world is under your hypnosis, isn't it?”
“Ah… you knew?”
“Of course. Have you ever successfully kept a secret from me?”
“…No.”
Setting that aside, he'd never beaten her at any bet or contest since they were kids. Not once.
Brains, physical ability, even looks—she was a monster who crushed everyone around her by overwhelming margins.
But even so.
“How do you know about the hypnosis?”
“Don't you remember?”
“…Hm?”
“Figures. Amnesia, huh.”
“Huh?”
She even knew about his amnesia. What the hell was this girl… Ah, right. Come to think of it, Ok Maehyang's mom had been a shaman.
That old-fashioned name evoking Joseon-era vibes was because of that, and her fascination with rational, logical fields like science stemmed largely from resentment toward her mother.
“You hated your mom so much… but now you've awakened to spiritual senses too?”
“I don't want to hear that from the guy who hypnotized his own mom into submission. My mom died, and the shrine shut down. The reason I know about your hypnosis is because you told me yourself.”
“What? I did?”
Impossible. To you, while you were in America? He didn't even have her contact info. Their last contact had been when they were around twenty.
“What are you talking about? I only got back to Korea a year ago. We met in person and talked—not over the phone. You really don't remember at all, do you?”
“…Not a bit.”
Did this mean she knew about that time he couldn't remember? Back when he was brainwashing the world with the Hypnosis App?
“Well, I was only involved pretty early on.”
“Early? You mean right after I got the Hypnosis App?”
“Yeah. Back then, neither of us could imagine the whole world becoming your slaves.”
“…I see.”
It was hard to believe easily. But with his amnesia, he had no choice but to trust what others told him.
He'd learned the world was under hypnosis from his mom, after all.
“So… that means you were my early collaborator. But why haven't you shown up until now?”
“What do you think?”
“……”
She always tossed these teacher-like questions at him, making him ponder. Same age, but she acted like an older sister.
He had to admit Ok Maehyang was exceptional. He couldn't match her in any field.
But that was because she was too superior, not because he was an idiot.
“We had a falling out along the way, right?”
“…Well, close enough. I figured you'd be a brainwashed idiot by now, but you're not.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Oh? Weird for me to come see you? We used to play together every day.”
“That was over fifteen years ago. Why are you here?”
“…To ask something.”
“What?”
Ok Maehyang gazed intently at his face. No, observed was more accurate.
Her eyes shifted to Kim Hea-e and Oh Jeongyeon, who were stupidly masturbating with blank expressions. They kept chanting their vows of loyalty and submission, calling him Master, oblivious to her presence.
To someone not under hypnosis, it must've looked utterly creepy.
“Do you regret it now?”
“What?”
“Turning the whole world into hypnotic slaves. Do you regret it?”
“……”
What a dumb question.
“How could I regret something I don't even remember?”
“So… you like this world as it is now?”
“And you don't, apparently.”
“…You've changed a lot.”
Ok Maehyang slowly closed her eyes. She was recalling a past that Kim Hoyoung couldn't remember.
The youthful face of Kim Hoyoung, just after getting the Hypnosis App, was still vivid in her mind.
“Hypnosis? I can't do that! Forcing and dominating someone else's mind? No way!”
When she opened her eyes again, there were the two aunties fiddling in their panties like monkeys, and her childhood friend.
The past was gone; only the present remained.
“No plans to free the world, then?”
“Why release the fish that's already in the net?”
“Good. That's all I needed to know.”
“Wait! Let me ask one too!”
He stopped the shaman's daughter as she turned to leave without a second thought. She looked back with a meaningful expression.
“Are you under hypnosis?”
“…Curious? Why not test it?”
“Test?”
“Like you do with other girls—grab my tits or ass and see how I react. That'll solve your curiosity.”
“……”
If anything, it felt like he was the one being tested. She'd always been a master at probing him.
“No… forget it.”
“…Heh.”
For the first time since she arrived, he saw his childhood friend's nostalgic smile.
She smiled approvingly, as if his choice was the right answer.
“I'm still your friend. I haven't forgotten how many times you stood up for me when kids bullied me over my corny name.”
“……”
“See you later, Hoyoung.”
He'd learn later that holding back from touching Ok Maehyang rashly had been the correct choice.
As soon as she left the building, Ok Maehyang made a call somewhere.
“Yes, Chairwoman. I just met with him.”
She later said that up until midway, she'd planned to execute that operation immediately. But seeing him hesitate and not test her roughly shook her resolve.
“For now, better to hold off.”
“Yes. But, Chairwoman.”
Ok Maehyang spoke boldly to the immense tycoon sponsoring her research, without a hint of intimidation.
“No matter that you're the chairwoman of Blackstars, wielding power beyond a nation's president, command of the O.A.K.S Plan is mine. I decide when to launch it.”
Those who badmouthed Blackstars' chairwoman or spread rumors vanished without a trace—a urban legend now taken as fact.
With all global media under Blackstars' sway, no one dared confront them head-on anymore.
Much less hurl provocative words directly at the chairwoman—those types had gone extinct like dinosaurs long ago.
Yet the chairwoman let it slide for now. She saw value in Ok Maehyang.
The call ended there.
Ok Maehyang paused for a moment, recalling her final exchange with Kim Hoyoung.
Words he'd surely forgotten completely.
“I might lose my memories someday.”
“What…? What do you mean?”
“It's a thing. If the me without memories turns into a total asshole, then you flip the world with the O.A.K.S Plan, Maehyang.”
“You sure that's okay?”
“Think of it as for my sake.”
“I'll let it slide today, but next time, no hesitation. Because it's for your sake, Hoyoung…”
The woman holding the key to Kim Hoyoung's forgotten past went quietly home that day, doing nothing.
The O.A.K.S Plan's origins remained veiled for the time being.