Blasphemy Against Hoyoung-nim
For the first time in my life, I got thrown into a holding cell—a truly rare experience. Haha. But thinking about it, what the hell did I even do wrong? If it were property damage from smashing someone else's phone screen, I'd get it. But right now, I'm under the intense scrutiny of the police chief for something called "Blasphemy Against Hoyoung-nim"—a bullshit charge no one even knows who made up.
"Ugh... I was already planning to head home after working a whole 30 minutes today, and then this major crime hits our peaceful Paradise City. What a headache."
The cute girl cop, presumably Kim Dahyeon, was whining through the bars. A fresh-faced rookie who didn't even look mid-20s yet, and she's the police chief? ...But why the hell is she chugging soju on the clock? A major crime? That tiny thing I did? There were so many absurd parts, I didn't even know where to start snarking.
"Trying to clock out after just 30 minutes is the weird part, Chief."
Whoa. This one... probably Mari. A haughty beauty with snow-white hair cut in a bob. Her red eyes suited her former demon heritage. She had a beauty that didn't even seem human. ...No, this wasn't the time for idle admiration.
"Hey... why am I locked up? Let me go."
"Look at her, not admitting her crime and acting all brazen. Should I just shoot her?"
"Hold it, Chief."
Kim Dahyeon drew her pistol. I didn't really think she'd fire, but having the barrel pointed at me made my body shrink instinctively.
"Goddamn, how can she drop Hoyoung-nim's photo on the floor and still make that shameless face? Is she even human? We should execute trash like her. I need to sniff a tissue stained with Hoyoung-nim's semen to calm down. Sniff sniff."
She pulled a crumpled tissue scrap—perfect for the trash—from the bin and pressed it to her upper lip, sniffing away. That girl had semen addiction, right? She used to be a diligent rookie cop chasing justice, and now she's masturbating to semen-scented tissues on duty. She might be beyond human at this point. Even Mari was giving the chief a pitiful side-eye.
"Acting like that kills your authority in front of a criminal, you know?"
"But I'm pissed! Here, take one too."
"Wait... I don't really need—sniff. Sniff sniff."
She put on airs at first, but Mari ended up burying her nose in a tissue scrap too and started masturbating in her chair.
"Sniff sniff."
"Sniff sniff."
What the fuck is this insane situation? Just torture me already. Why do I have to watch a strip show of female cops jerking off to semen smells? Hell, is this the torture?
"Hoyoung-nim's semen smell is so fucking hot. So damn hot. Ahhh!"
"Damn... why am I getting into it too... ugh...! My hand won't stop!!"
Their fingers fiddling with their pussies moved like virtuoso pianists playing a concerto. Love juices were already gushing, making sticky friction sounds echo loudly. In a police station with other cops working, no shame at all.
"Hey~ it's already 11 a.m., you heading out?"
"Yeah. Chief usually says it's time to go home around now."
"Any reports today?"
"Two thefts, one assault, and a few minor ones."
"Push 'em to tomorrow and let's chill today."
"Sure~ but didn't we skip work like this yesterday too?"
"Yeah. Backlog's gonna pile up tomorrow."
"Why worry? Just push it to the day after."
"Aha!"
"Dude, with a brain like that, you should be a judge, not a cop."
"Hahahaha!!!"
—Fucking doomed. This place is already fucked. No one bats an eye at the chief and deputy chief's masturbation show. They're all busy sipping coffee, chatting, and slacking off shamelessly. How the hell does this city maintain any security? Starting to get scared.
"Haa...♡ Haa...♡ Came ten times in a row, kinda tired now."
"Me too... getting worn out."
"Masturbation relieve your stress?"
"Yeah, it did."
"Okay. Gotta interrogate in this refreshed mood for a good investigation."
Kim Dahyeon nodded toward her, and Mari unlocked the cell door. I tried to bolt through the gap, but it was futile. Mari pinned me down effortlessly and dragged me to the interrogation room like it was nothing.
...Damn, was I weakened, or was Mari just that strong? She looked like a slender Northern European beauty, but she was a former succubus... no, tracing back, the Demon King before Bianca.
"Name."
"...Han Seungyeon."
"Kink."
"?"
Getting interrogated when I never asked for it was draining enough, but the questions were bizarre too. Even trying to answer seriously made me tilt my head at the chief's quirky questioning style. Her face looked like a master detective dropping profound truths, which pissed me off more.
"Kink, you know. Tell us how you want to be trained by Hoyoung-nim."
"………."
Now I had no clue how to respond.
"Exercising your right to remain silent?"
No, you fucking idiot.
"This is tricky. Can't proceed without knowing your kink."
"?? Why?"
Too curious, I shot back a question.
"What's your intent?"
Pure curiosity. An instinctive human urge I couldn't suppress.
"Chief, shouldn't we ask basics like age and address first?"
Solid point. How was a former demon more sensible than humans?
"Basics? What good does that do?"
Kim Dahyeon scolded her clumsy junior like a veteran.
"Fine. Criminals like you are a dime a dozen. You think keeping your mouth shut hides your crimes, huh? Idiot. We're pros. Dealt with your type a million times. Mari?"
"Yes."
"Wh-what are you doing! That's a semen-stained tissue! Get it away—mmph!!!"
Mari shoved the tissue up my nose with terrifying force. A bit of unknown semen slipped into my nostrils. Fuck, sniffing another guy's semen smell. Worst!
"Urk! Urrgh!!!"
"She hates it, Chief."
"Definitely not hypnotized."
"Uwaaaagh!!!"
Gonna puke. Night flower stench, squid reek. Vile. Worst day of my life. A black mark I'd never forget.
"Uwaaaaaagh!!"
"She's actually puking."
"What a stubborn micro-brain."
I forgot to fake it because of the sudden semen assault. I'm just a normal person, not a trained spy. In surprise situations, I react honestly—instincts take over. I'm not cold-blooded or perverted enough to pretend to get horny from male semen.
"Looks like you need advanced interrogation. Gonna be a pain today."
"Finally some real work, Chief."
For Kim Dahyeon, whose "work" was mahjong, sports betting, a bowl of jjajangmyeon, then home, this was overtime. But for me, it was brutal. I didn't know who I was. More precisely, whose body I possessed. I'd only skimmed the phone for "Han Seungyeon." Couldn't answer the cops' barrage. Wanted to cooperate, but impossible at the root. No address, no age—what could I say?
Hardest question: "Why aren't you hypnotized?" Her serious face, like asking a murder motive, was almost funny.
"Hoyoung-nim personally hypnotized us for our sake, so why reject it and walk the evil path? If you're human, shouldn't you repay that grace?"
"………."
"You're young, so rebelling seems cool, maybe. But everyone ends up as Hoyoung-nim's slave. No exceptions. What would your parents say seeing you reject his hypnosis?"
She lectured me like I was a punk kid.
"'Abandon your parents before Hoyoung-nim.' 'Sell your country before selling out Hoyoung-nim.' Never heard that?"
"………Never."
"What's with that face? Don't like what I said?"
"Chief, are you satisfied with this world?"
Her words boiled my blood. What did I do wrong? Why endure this interrogation?
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you become a cop chasing justice once? Now it's all 'Hoyoung-nim' this, 'Hoyoung-nim' that. Your life's controlled by one man, Kim Hoyoung—doesn't that piss you off? Don't you want real freedom? Who the hell is that guy?!"
"Mari. Taser this psycho bitch."
"Yes, Chief."
"Gaaaaah!!!"
What a day for new experiences. Tasered, collapsed, passed out.
"Jeez. Spouting nonsense. Protecting Hoyoung-nim is justice. Being ruled by him is freedom. Kids with their dogshit philosophy tire us adults out. No idea what young people think these days~ Right, Mari?"
"To me, Chief, you're the young one."
"What? How old are you to talk like that?"
"Over 20,000 years."
"...Age doesn't matter. Rank does."
I was branded an incorrigible micro-brain who wouldn't reform with words. Paradise City conveniently had a facility for bitches like me.
"Send her to the Hypnosis Clinic for some hardcore re-education?"
"Cute face—Park Jisoo will like that. Oh, right."
"What?"
"Hoyoung-nim's visiting the main clinic today. Might run into him."
—In the end, while unconscious, I was shipped back to the demon's maw: the Hypnosis Clinic main branch run by Park Jisoo. Less than two hours after fleeing via Nakwon Station subway, a futile escape ended in return. Such a simple mission—just escape Paradise City—and yet here I was. With time, I was steadily drawing closer to Kim Hoyoung.