Man Hunters (2)
"Are you the Man Hunters?"
"Who the hell are you?"
After exhaustive questioning, Mari had finally tracked down the hideout of the notorious criminal group known as the Man Hunters. It was none other than the penthouse suite of one of Paradise City's most luxurious hotels.
"How the hell did criminals like you snag a swanky nest like this?"
"We trained the hotel owner and his wife. The husband's a masochist who gets off on handing over his money. The wife's hooked on our special aphrodisiac."
"Why the fuck do you even do this shit?"
Even with a police executive right in front of her, Park Eunji—the leader of the crime group—didn't flinch. Fresh out of the shower, water still glistened on her chest, which she boldly left bare without a bra. A single pair of trunks and a glass of milk were all she wore on her body. At nearly 180 cm tall, Park Eunji exuded the bold charisma of a true boss.
"Why? 'Cause we hate men, obviously."
"Misandrist crimes?"
"More precisely, I can't stand weak-dicked losers who strut around thinking they're on equal footing with women. Seeing those pricks makes me wanna train 'em into masochists groveling at my feet. You ever feel that way? 'Equality' is bullshit—anyone with eyes can see it."
Against the backdrop of the city nightscape, Park Eunji spouted her philosophy like a movie villain.
"From physical strength to intelligence, character, beauty—women are superior in every way. Even an idiot could tell. I'm a revolutionary setting this upside-down world right. What do you say, Officer? Wanna join this grand endeavor...?"
"You crazy bitch. Cut the crap and cuff up. Or you want a taste of lead first?"
"Pity. Guess your brain's too feeble to grasp my profound philosophy?"
"Enough bullshit—that's enough—huh?"
Park Eunji snapped her fingers without a hint of fear at the gun. Suddenly, someone from behind clamped a handkerchief over Mari's mouth.
"Mmph! Mmmph! Mmm...!"
"Gotta calm down, cop sis. We've got work to do."
"Mmm... mmmph... mmmph...!"
Feels good, doesn't it? The handkerchief was soaked in liquid. Each breath drew chemical fumes into her sinuses, sapping her strength bit by bit.
What the hell is this? My legs are shaking, vision blurring. Even I, once a demon, can't fight it... Damn it. These bitches might be more dangerous than I thought. The chief... Bianca sis... and... Master Hoyoung... they could be in danger. Fuck... fuck...
Her mind fogged so badly she couldn't even grip her gun. Mari slumped limply to the floor. Her body burned with fever, steaming hot, face flushed crimson. Extreme arousal. Lewd moans escaped with every breath.
"Haa... haa... ♡"
"We did it, sis!"
Yoo Chaeyoung flashed a V-sign with an innocent grin, mission accomplished.
"Good job, Chaeyoung."
"Heehee. Now we train this cop and make her one of us?"
"No rush. There are plenty with more influence than some civil servant."
Mari glared up at the eyes looking down on her, rage boiling—but drugged as she was, even the passing air felt like a skilled hand teasing her erogenous zones. No resistance possible. If her trained body fell this easily, no ordinary woman stood a chance against one dose—she'd be a slave in seconds.
"Speaking of, what happened to that small-dick loser we dragged in last time?"
"Hyolyn's training him. Real intense—kinda pitiful."
"Well... it was exactly the scrawny, weak type Hyolyn hates."
"Heehee."
"? Why the laugh?"
"Not just that... turns out the loser's balls were both burst—total eunuch!"
"...What?"
Park Eunji clutched her neck in disbelief.
"A eunuch tried to jump you? How goddamn stupid is the male species?"
"Right?!"
A hearty bellow. A virgin with natural curls tied in a ponytail appeared, dragging Kim Minjae on a leash. Her upturned cat-like eyes and long, sharp fangs gave her more the vibe of a beast than a human.
"Kyakyakya. This retard thought his US medical license was his life's pride. Took some effort rewiring his brain cells. But now he's reborn as an obedient maso slave. Right, Kim Minjae?"
"Yes, exactly, Lady Hyolyn. From the moment I was born male, I was doomed to lose to superior women. I'm sorry for my arrogance."
"See? Kyakyakya!"
The scrawny, skeletal Kim Minjae kneeling politely before the much shorter woman suited him perfectly.
"Good work, Jeong Hyolyn. Males who don't know their place need this kind of education to find it. Giving freedom or rights to men with pea-brains and pea-dicks is the real cruelty. They need bondage and domination."
"Kyakyakya... Sure, but training 'em one by one like this is too slow, no?"
"It's reliable, though."
"No!"
Jeong Hyolyn—the most aggressive hothead in the three-woman Man Hunters crew—kicked Kim Minjae's balls while bowing dumbly, spouting her usual radical idea.
"Time to go public! Declare a world where women rule males—loud and proud!"
"Too soon."
"You gonna keep hesitating, Park Eunji? Drag your feet, and we'll get counterattacked—group wiped."
"What do you mean?"
"Kwak Yuri got owned."
"............What?"
Kwak Yuri—a Man Hunter and natural lesbian who despised men—defeated? Park Eunji couldn't accept it easily. Sure, contact had been spotty lately, but...
"Bitch cut off lesbian sex with women and started worshipping some guy. Officially quit the Man Hunters."
"......"
"Get it? This laid-back approach ain't cutting it. I'm hunting down the man who broke Yuri—and killing him."
"...You know who?"
"Yeah. Got his address already."
Jeong Hyolyn never stopped until she'd devoured her prey.
"...Fine. He's yours. I'll publicize our activities and start building a society of female domination over males."
"Kyakyakya. That's more like it! The joy of submission for dumb males!"
The Man Hunters raised a triumphant toast, as if victory was already theirs.
Crazy bitches... Mari, witnessing it all up close, recoiled in horror at their madness—but the drug kept her pinned, unable to move. Yet amid the haze, something felt off, nagging her mind.
This drug... this smell... I've smelled it before. Recently, even... Ngh... but I can't remember. Damn... daring to knock out the Demon King's top aide like this... unforgivable. Bianca sis... help me.
—
Around the time Chief Mari's raid failed, I was lounging in my Paradise-like mansion as usual, killing time.
The Ok Maehyang reunion nagged at me a bit, but once home, it faded. My routine hadn't changed at all.
Except one thing. Mom—who was already deferential—had grown even more obedient.
"Have you awakened, Master? This worthless slave has prepared breakfast. If it pleases you, grant me the honor of serving it."
"Why the sudden 'Master,' Mom? I told you to just use casual speech."
"B-but...! A pathetic mother like me using casual talk with my heaven-like son? I could never...!"
"Hee. Mom's embarrassed 'cause she tried to run from bro after the hypnosis wore off last time. Just ignore her, bro."
"Sh-shut up, Kim Jiwon! D-don't butt into things between Mom and Master!"
"Nah? Braaap! I only listen to bro's orders—even the president's don't count. Don't wanna hear lectures from a retard who tried betraying him over some hypnosis glitch."
"Hic..."
Mom was getting verbally crushed. Honestly, I'd half-forgotten that incident, but it seemed to hit Kim Hea-e and the other slaves hard.
Rumors spread: Kim Hea-e tried betraying Master Hoyoung, even briefly. Her position as de facto No. 2—thanks to being his mom—shook.
Not just others' views; the shock to Kim Hea-e herself was massive.
"If you hate hypnosis so much, become a micro-brained already! Dumb mom! Thick-skulled bitch! Kee kee kee!"
"Th-that's too harsh! We're both normal people!"
Micro-brained: Those less affected by my hypnosis. Derogatory term for idiots living under influence without realizing it—Himeko's invention, now trendy slang.
Opposite: Normal people. Like Kim Jiwon, proudly declaring "I'm Master Hoyoung's slave." Implies being dominated by Hoyoung is normal; denying this blessing makes you the crazy one.
Calling a normal person "micro-brained" was the ultimate insult—a social death sentence.
"Normal people don't act superior or betray bro even if hypnosis slips a bit. Stu—pid."
"Th-that's... I'm reflecting on it! I'm a slave ready to hang myself if Master orders it! I'd never defy the son I birthed!"
"Wah ha ha. Can't hear you? Micro-brained babble's all Greek to me?"
"Shut up, Kim Jiwon."
"Ack! S-sorry. Should I cut out my tongue?"
Pathetic—my sister sticking out her tongue like a kid, then trembling in preemptive fear after one word. Classic strong-weak, weak-strong dynamic.
"You almost betrayed me too, y'know. Like... getting lez-trained by that senpai."
"Th-that was! I told you, bro! Weird aphrodisiac made my body disobey!"
"So your feelings for me are weak enough to lose to some drug?"
"N-no, but the second I inhaled it, my head went blank like sniffing your crotch—didn't care what happened! I'm serious, it's unfair!"
"Excuses over. No more teasing Mom."
"No! That's unfair—"
"Keep whining, and no more sniffing my scent. Ever."
"——!!"
She bit her lip, swallowing her words whole. Honest about her desires, that one.