Reclaim the Earth: Warriors Immune to Hypnosis (2)
Scarlett's childhood was miserable. Her parents were blonde, blue-eyed whites born and raised in New York Brooklyn. They were decent-looking in their own way, but the problem lay in their abysmal level of education. Barely making it past middle school, they started drugs before they even hit puberty, got swept up in hippie culture, lived a reckless YOLO life, got married without a plan, and had Scarlett.
Even after the kid was born, they couldn't get their act together. They ended up divorcing, her father OD'd on drugs and froze to death on the street one winter, and her mother, selling her body, got hooked on dope some john shot into her, lost all her money, and got locked up in a mental hospital.
Growing up watching parents like that, Scarlett came to utterly despise poverty, ignorance, and failure. She couldn't even attend school properly, but the one useful thing she inherited from them—her looks—landed her in the film industry.
Her stunning beauty got her bit parts easily, and she was steadily building her career when the movie where she was first cast as the lead got halted midway for some inexplicable reason. Even pressing the director yielded only vague answers.
"It's... Kim Hoyoung says our movie's no good."
"What? What the hell does that mean? Kim Hoyoung? Who's that? An investor?"
"Dunno... But if Kim Hoyoung says not to make it, we can't, right? Script's already scrapped."
"So what movie are we making now?"
"Porn."
"Huh?"
When the word "porn" came out of the mouth of a director who usually shot wholesome musicals singing dreams and love for all audiences, Scarlett thought it was a hidden camera prank. But it wasn't some lame joke.
After that, no matter where she went in Hollywood, she couldn't find a single studio making the artistic films she'd dreamed of. Even world-famous actors everyone knew were stripping naked and shooting nothing but steamy sex scenes—and no one thought it was weird.
"I... I dreamed of being an actress so I wouldn't end up like Mom and Dad. But this is just like Mom whoring herself out, isn't it? What the hell happened to my Hollywood?"
No matter how much she investigated, she couldn't pinpoint why the world had gone mad. Then, the name "Kim Hoyoung" from that first busted film's director popped into her head.
"Kim Hoyoung... Who the hell is that?"
Searching that name brought her to Korea, and while investigating every Kim Hoyoung she could find, a noblewoman in a kimono approached her.
"You're not under hypnosis."
"Hypnosis...?"
"I'm Fujiwara no Himeko. If you want to shatter the world Kim Hoyoung created, join hands with me."
Her first comrade. Himeko had figured out Kim Hoyoung's hypnosis ahead of Scarlett and been working in the shadows as a revolutionary. Scarlett realized the terrifying truth: the world was already under Kim Hoyoung's hypnosis. Rage boiled inside her.
"That bastard... That fucker needs to die."
"I agree."
"My mom, my dad—they didn't start drugs from the get-go. The ones spreading that shit are the real scum. Kim Hoyoung's no different from turning the whole world into junkies. Someday, I'll kill that prick with my own hands!"
And someday... she'll return to the Hollywood of her dreams, become an actress, live a proud, badass life.
Clutching a pistol boldly with such dreams, Scarlett confronted Kim Hoyoung—but before she knew it, she was handing him her one and only weapon.
Huh? Wasn't I not supposed to give him the gun? I need to shoot that fucker with it...?
But she couldn't shake the thought that she had to hand it over.
Well, he asked for it, so giving it is just polite, right? It's not like a gun's the only way to kill him...
Kim Hoyoung was a hypnotist. She'd memorized that fact a thousand times, but Scarlett dismissed it. The world was hypnotized, yet she was fine—so obviously immune, right? When Himeko said, "I faced Kim Hoyoung, but his hypnosis didn't work on me," her confidence skyrocketed.
"There are humans immune to hypnosis... I'm definitely one of them."
She believed it utterly. And yet now—
"??????"
"Hahaha. What a dumbass face."
"??? Dumbass is you. I'm killing you today."
"Gun's with me, though?"
"????"
Kim Hoyoung playfully showed the pistol she'd handed over, and Scarlett stared at it blankly.
Right. I gave the gun to Kim Hoyoung. If he pulls the trigger, I'm dead, right? Huh...? Why'd I give him the gun again?
No matter how she racked her brain, she couldn't figure it out. But handing it over didn't feel regrettable or wrong. For some reason.
I'm not hypnotized... I can think and feel on my own. See? I'm fine. Immune to hypnosis. The gun... whatever. Assassination op hasn't failed yet—
"Give up on assassination."
"Ah, yeah. I'll give it up."
Suddenly, she didn't want to kill Kim Hoyoung anymore. No idea why. But killing him felt stupid, irrational, nonsensical—so the idea that she absolutely mustn't assassinate him dominated her brain, etching itself as irrefutable truth.
"Why would I even assassinate him? I'm not an idiot."
"Then why bring a gun, slut?"
"Huh? Yeah, why did I?"
No assassination planned, yet she brought a gun. Her actions made no sense. Was she drunk?
"Lucky you're a chick. White, blonde, big tits, tall... Hmm, not average. Actress?"
"A few bit parts in movies. Got lead casting once, but production tanked."
Why was she answering honestly? Whatever, natural to reply to questions. But... why was she here again?
"I see. Honestly? If you were a guy, I might've shot you with this. Or life sentence, locked away. But a pretty, sexy bitch like you? Too wasteful to kill."
"? Th-thanks...?"
No clue, but he said no killing, so thanks seemed right. Head fuzzy, thoughts not cooperating, but matching his lead should be fine.
"Mmm~ White girls got different skin. Yours is pale even for white. Bet you gave boyfriends the ride of their lives, huh~?"
"No... Never had a boyfriend."
Kim Hoyoung suddenly groped her tits. No reason to get mad; it was natural, so she let it be. Mmm... Feels kinda good each squeeze.
"What? Bullshit. No way a hottie like you's single."
"No... Trauma from parents made me wary of guys. Decided no dating till I succeed and meet someone good. Haven't even kissed."
"Hmm~ But my tits-grope's okay?"
"???"
What? Him touching her tits was normal—why ask if okay? Joke? Didn't compute.
"Come to my place first. Virgin? Gotta pop that."
"Pop it? Sigh... Fine, whatever... But I think I came to stop your world hypnosis. Won't kill you, promise, but gotta block you. Promise to my friends."
"Shut up and get inside."
"…………"
She clamped her mouth shut, teeth grinding. He said shut up, so she had to. Obvious, right? No matter how she thought.
Surprisingly, Kim Hoyoung's not doing anything too bad. Thought he'd hypnotize me into humiliating shit, but just choking and fucking? No hypnosis yet? Cautious type?
"The biggest sign of hypnosis is no self-awareness of being hypnotized!" Himeko's warning flashed.
"Remember! To check if you're hypnotized, doubt everything! Even the obvious! Even 'Am I a pig, not human?'—doubt the absurd too, or you can't fight Kim Hoyoung."
Don't worry, Himeko. I'm fine. He's the one off-guard. Talking to unhypnotized me, no hypnosis used. I'll exploit the gap. Won't kill, but.
"Turn into a pig."
"Buhi♡ Buhi♡ Buhiit♡"
The moment they entered the house, Scarlett got brutally fucked right in the entryway, shoes reeking of foot odor. Her precious virginity lost carelessly against the front door, strangled into unconscious sex—her intense first taste of copulation.
"Buhi!! Buhihee!!"
"Sow bitch. Daring to kill me? I'll train you thoroughly."
"Buhiheee!!"
"Squealing like a proper pig. Pigs can't eat human food, right? From now on, your staple's cum. Vomit if you eat normal food—can't digest."
"Buhi!"
"You mentioned friends? I'll keep you here till I squeeze every detail."
That evening, spooning cum soup milked by Kim Hea-e and Kim Jiwon (paizuri and fellatio) from a bowl, Scarlett fell deep into thought.
What? Why no hypnosis on me? Just choked and fucked me inside. No weird shit? He doesn't guard against me at all?
Kim Hoyoung hooked a nose hook on cum-slurping Scarlett to make her look more piggish. She accepted it without resistance.
Why's he treating me so nice, like a guest? Wait... Am I already hypnotized?!
She brushed the truth—
Nah, impossible. Just pigging out on cum like usual? Where's room for hypnosis in normal routine? I'm fine. He's underestimating me. But that'll be your silver bullet downfall. Watch.
—Shaking her head, slurping the cum soup clean.
"Buhibuhi!"
"Cum tasty, Scarlett?"
"Tasty, buhi. But why no brainwashing?"
"Huh? Already did."
"? No brainwashing on me."
"Oh... Really?"
"Yeah. Proof: I'll get revenge someday."
"Forget revenge."
"Yeah."
Poof—forgot clean. Huh? Forgot what? Even that slipped away. Whatever.
"You... what about your comrades?"
"Like new family. More precious than my life. Won't betray ever."
"Shut up and betray them. Where's their hideout?"
"Ah... Nakwon-dong Himeko Building, basement level 2. Disguised as parking normally."
Huh? Betrayed them. Ah... But... whatever, right?
"Got it. Forget all affection for comrades. Love me instead. Your eternal master to serve devotedly is me."