The Female Detective Caught by the Hypnotist
"Who...? Why is a police officer at our house?"
"We received a report from a victim. Is there a man in his 20s living here?"
"Yes, we have a son, but... what's going on? Our son would never do anything bad. He's so kind. He takes great care of his parents and gets along wonderfully with his little sister..."
Kim Hea-e looked far too young and beautiful to be the mother of a man in his twenties, yet here she was, staunchly defending her son's impeccable character. Parents of suspects always hated to believe their child could be guilty, so this textbook reaction only fueled Kim Dahyeon's suspicions.
"I'm sorry, but we have eyewitness reports of your son groping women's breasts and kissing them on the street."
"No way... Our son despises anything that violates women's rights."
"Could we speak with him first? A few simple questions, and if there's no evidence, he'll be cleared naturally."
The rookie female detective had felt an eerie hunch the moment she stepped inside. It wasn't scientific police work, but that classic detective instinct screamed, "Right here. The culprit's in this house."
"Sigh... Fine."
"Then we'll—"
"I'll check with my son first."
"Pardon?"
"I mean, I'll ask what he thinks."
"..."
Kim Hea-e's face was so utterly serious that Kim Dahyeon momentarily wondered if she'd misheard.
"Um... if your son says no, you won't cooperate with the investigation?"
"? Of course not. I can't force him to do something he doesn't want."
This elegant beauty was one of those clueless parents who indulged their child's every whim endlessly. Or maybe that parenting style had led him astray. Yeah, X is definitely here.
"Ma'am, if you obstruct the investigation, we'll have to take stronger measures. Please tell your son it's just a few routine questions."
"Sorry, but I can't order my son around like that."
Kim Hea-e caressed her cheek with a graceful smile. Unbelievable as it was, she seemed genuinely proud, like a wife subtly bragging, "My husband's stamina is so overwhelming~." To Kim Dahyeon, it reeked of suspicion.
"What do you mean? You're his mother."
"? And?"
Kim Hea-e, never losing her smile, tilted her head in genuine confusion.
"As his mother, you could at least advise him, right?"
"Huh? Haha. What a scary joke, officer. How could a mom presume to lecture her own son?"
"?"
"It's common sense that a son outranks his mother."
"??"
"I'm not some uneducated mom who lectures her son. I'm a good mom who obeys him without backtalk, no matter what he says."
"???"
What the hell...? This went beyond indulging whims. How do you even describe this? Overly doting parents existed, of course—spoiling kids rotten by buying whatever they wanted or granting every request. But Kim Hea-e's attitude wasn't parental love; she acted like she was the son’s subordinate.
Abuse? Adult sons beating their parents happens sometimes. But her body bore no scars, her face was impeccably maintained like any affluent housewife's, and her expression showed no shadow of trauma. She looked blissfully happy.
Gaslighting, then? But could someone really condition their own mom this thoroughly?
"Are you okay? Feeling unwell?"
Kim Hea-e showed perfectly normal concern for the officer. She was the picture of a refined, well-bred lady—perfect for an opera house or high-society gala. And yet, she bragged about never talking back to her son.
"...I'm going in anyway."
"Wait! You need Hoyoung's permission to enter! Even Jiwon and I have to wait outside all day if he doesn't allow it!"
The mother blocked her, but the detective pushed past into the house. Something bizarre beyond comprehension was happening here. Anxious, Kim Dahyeon unconsciously touched the gun at her waist. If things went south, she'd shoot to neutralize X. That was her duty as a cop.
"Wait, officer! Don't be rude to my son! Do you know who he is? If I get scolded by him for letting a stranger in, what then?!"
"The mom scolds the son. Not the other way around."
"Huh? What crazy mom scolds her son? How rude!"
"That's exactly what's weird here!"
"What?! I was just stating the obvious!"
Kim Dahyeon roughly shoved off Kim Hea-e, who trailed her down the hall. Unaccustomed to violence, the mother nonetheless followed the armed officer with fierce maternal resolve, forgetting her fear. In her mind: It's common sense not to upset Hoyoung, is this cop insane? I should file a complaint. Yet she also thought, Though rebelling against Hoyoung is pointless anyway, with unshakeable faith in her son. Less worry for his safety, more outrage at the cop's rudeness.
Entering the lion's den, the detective reached the living room in full combat readiness. A plain-built young man—presumably the son—was eating. Nothing odd there, except he wasn't sitting on a chair. He was sitting on a person.
"Hahk...♡ Eugh...♡"
A naked young woman bore his weight, moaning beneath him.
Kim Dahyeon was certain: this was X. She drew her gun.
"X!! Hands up!! Police!!"
"Huh?"
Kim Hoyoung turned, cheeks puffed with food. To her, just an average-looking guy.
"Finally found you, X. I've been dying to know your face and name."
"Huh? Kim Hoyoung."
"Kim Hoyoung... Got it. Consider this a warning: one wrong move, and I shoot."
"Ah, don't shoot. Absolutely."
The urge to shoot X vanished. Firing in a home? Ridiculous.
"Well, I wasn't gonna anyway."
"Then holster the gun."
"Got it."
No point holding it if she wasn't shooting. Kim Dahyeon obediently tucked it away.
"Hand the gun to Mom."
"? Sure."
Waist or neighbor—same difference. Kim Hea-e smiled brightly, receiving it with both hands. Her first time holding a gun, it felt surprisingly heavy.
Disarmed in seconds, yet her spirit burned hot.
"X, I know everything you've done!"
"What'd I do?"
"So shameless! What's that woman you're sitting on?! Using a person like furniture!"
"No big deal, right?"
Come to think of it, no big deal. Just sitting. Why fuss?
Kim Dahyeon suddenly felt embarrassed, like she was overreacting.
"Well, okay, maybe that's not a huge issue!"
But other charges remained.
"Groping women's breasts on the street."
"Like this?"
Kim Hoyoung rose from his sister-chair, stepped right up, and kneaded her breasts over her uniform.
"Yeah, like that."
"Pinching nipples too?"
"Uh, something like that."
He squeezed and pressed her tits, but she didn't flare up. No sense of violation at all.
He kissed her lips. She accepted without dodging.
"You with Nakwon City Police?"
"Yeah?"
"Rookie, huh?"
"Yep."
"Makes sense. The cops here gave up on me ages ago."
"Hmph! I'll never give up! I'll drag you to jail no matter what!"
"Just give up."
"Ah, okay, I give up."
The drive to catch X evaporated. Why obsess? She'd been an idiot.
"Cops have better things than me, right?"
"Yeah, true."
"Plus, touching and kissing a pretty girl on the street isn't even wrong."
"Oh, right. You're spot on."
Her face flushed hot. Training academy warning: "Rookies fall for biases and screw up—stay sharp." Thinking it over, Kim Hoyoung hadn't done anything wrong. Groping or kissing? Not crimes. How had she missed that obvious fact?
She even felt sorry for bothering this innocent home.
"S-sorry. I must've misunderstood."
"Whatever. Since you're here, let's fuck before you go."
"Ah, sure."
Fucking right now felt perfectly natural.
As Kim Dahyeon moved to undress, Kim Hoyoung stopped her.
"Keep the uniform on. Way hotter."
"? Got it."
"Who reported you anyway?"
"Oh, the boyfriend of that girl you groped earlier."
"What a loser. Pisses you off, right?"
"Yeah, it does."
Rage boiled in her chest. She wanted to punch someone—anyone.
"Fuck me first, then go nab that guy."
"Yes."
Should've realized when the "victim" said it was nothing. Idiot. The reporter had been hysterically unhinged. Trusting him to suspect an innocent man? She'd been off her rocker. No forgiving that liar now.
"And forget investigating. Just clean up after me."
"Ah, yes. Will do."
Her childhood dream of cracking cases? Irrelevant now. She felt born to serve him.
"I'll stand and thrust, so grab Mom and bend over."
"Ah, yes. Sorry, ma'am. Mind if I hold on?"
"Go ahead."
She gripped the gun-toting lady like a pillar and bent over. Kim Hea-e smiled, fulfilling her role as son's sex aid, while the detective sent to catch the perp lost her virginity in his home.