Reclaim the Earth: Warriors Immune to Hypnosis (8)
It felt just like full-body anesthesia. No matter how firmly one resolved to "endure with mental strength," once the anesthetic was administered, consciousness faded in mere seconds. Opening one's eyes revealed the self in the recovery room. It was a bizarre sensation, akin to time itself being erased.
From the start, it wasn't something human willpower or resolve could withstand. The principle was the same as how Sumire had fallen with a single thrust of his cock.
"Forgive all the rudeness I've committed until now, Master Hoyoung."
Look at Sumire, prostrating naked in dogeza without being ordered to. There was no worry or anxiety on her face. Instead, her porcelain skin glistened radiantly, as if she'd just realized the purpose of her birth.
"You couldn't even endure for 2 seconds, you retard."
"Yes. I'm a retard. A retard who spat out the victory you tossed me like scraps for a dog and chose the life of livestock instead."
"In the end, you couldn't beat hypnosis, huh?"
"Yesss~♡ The Hoyoung I saw on TV and the real Hoyoung were totally different! Sorry for being such a retarded pussy that fell instantly the moment Master Hoyoung's cock pierced me~"
Sticking out her tongue like a dog and panting—was that livestock instinct? Whatever. It didn't matter.
"I haven't cum yet. Satisfy me with your body."
"Yes! Master's command is the absolute truth that takes precedence over everything! I'll satisfy you even if it costs my life!"
Sumire's chest swelled with a sense of mission and responsibility. She unbuttoned her shirt, boldly baring her ample breasts—inherited from her mother—and sandwiched her master's cock between them. The shaft sank into the soft flesh, only the glans peeking out above.
Just watching it made saliva pool naturally in his mouth; drool escaped before he knew it.
"Hey, your filthy drool got on the glans."
"Ah! S-Sorry! It's because I'm so lowly... I get aroused just looking at Master Hoyoung's cock—a perverted bitch who committed rudeness."
"Suck it clean."
"Yes! Yes!"
Ahh, I've committed a sin deserving beheading, yet instead of punishment, he grants me the honor of sucking the glans. Why is Master Hoyoung so merciful? He's so kind it's actually worrying. To think I tried to kill such a person... Why did my past self harbor such strange thoughts?
The more she thought about it, the less sense it made. No reason to kill him came to mind. He hadn't done anything wrong. He'd just hypnotized everyone to make them happy, right?
"Slurrrp... Chuuurrp..."
"How's the taste of the drool-covered glans?"
"Delicious... So happy..."
"Happy out of nowhere? More importantly, your hands and tits are idle."
"Ah! Sorry!"
She hurriedly performed paizuri. Rubbing and stimulating the cock with her soft breast flesh sent sensations building in his balls.
"Impressive tits. Must've milked plenty of boyfriends' cum."
"No... This is my first time."
"Really? You're pretty cute... No experience?"
"Yes. Mother strictly trained me not to date just anyone. Unless it's nobility..."
"Then I'm fine."
"Yes! Of course! Master Hoyoung ranks number one in the world's protocol hierarchy! Compared to you, our Fujiwara family is... less than an ant's asshole—true trash!"
"No need to go that far... It's about to come, so suck the glans."
"Mm(Yes)!!"
She immediately bent at the waist, enveloping the glans with soft lips and gently tickling it with her tongue. Precum and semen discharged from the urethra, defiling Sumire's mouth.
"Mmph!!"
The volume was so massive that even with her mouth clamped shut, semen leaked between her lips.
"Don't spill a drop. Swallow it all."
"Yeth(Understood)."
She intended to anyway. Swallowing the master's semen was livestock's greatest joy. She scooped out even the bits stuck to her molars with her tongue, savoring each drop carefully before gulping it down. Her throat bobbed noticeably. Sumire unwittingly burped. A noble lady, no less.
"Buuuurp~~"
"Kukuku. Tasty?"
"Yes. Heavenly taste, Master Hoyoung. Why... why are you so good to me? I did awful things to you..."
"Not really. By the way, your mom claimed she was immune to hypnosis, right?"
"Yes. She definitely said so."
"Yet you fell to it easily?"
"Yes... Hearing your voice through the speaker just made my head dizzy, but in person? Instant fall. Challenging Master Hoyoung with nothing but semen-milking skills was insane from the start."
Kneeling, Sumire gazed up at the god before her, cheeks trembling with fear and awe. Looking back, she couldn't fathom how she'd planned to defeat him. The sheer magnitude of her attempted sin crushed her, breath catching.
"Honestly, I worried a bit if my hypnosis wouldn't work."
"Needless worry. The instant I heard Master Hoyoung's voice, resistance vanished—my head filled with submission."
"Want to kill me now?"
"Not at all."
"Even after I wrecked your friends, family... your country?"
"? That's no big deal, right? Fine for Master's amusement, isn't it?"
Sincere. Not fear of punishment, but genuinely unworthy of anger. Forcing friend Kazuha to masturbate or toying with Japan? Trivial. Embarrassed now for raging. Like overreacting to a harmless drinking-party joke and regretting later.
"Ah... I don't remember, but I guess I did something harsh to your country?"
"No biggie. Just hypnotized parliament to propose Hoyoung-worship laws and made them dogeza before the nation. Mother's colleagues all brainwashed too."
"Hoo... Must've stung your Japanese pride."
"? No."
"Huh?"
"Maybe then, but now? Don't care. Not wrong."
"Ah... Still, your politicians bowing to a foreigner feels off, no?"
"Not at all. Why would it? Obeying Master Hoyoung is natural... right? Am I wrong? Everyone thinks so."
Now everything clicked for Sumire. Why Kazuha stared oddly. Why Shibuya masturbators gasped and called police on her noncompliance with Master Hoyoung's order.
Thinking back, I was a shoot-on-sight lunatic then. No—the police not shooting pisses me off more. Why spare a rebel against Master Hoyoung?
Recalling the past flushed her face hotter with shame. The year's "activities" replayed as black history; blanket-kicking urge hit.
"Aaah! Seriously! Driving me crazy!"
"? What's up?"
"Too embarrassing! Prioritizing puny humanity, homeland over Master Hoyoung—rebelling was shameful! Lunatic! Humanity vs. him? Obviously him! Confusing that = IQ under 80! Mock fodder! Ugh. Deserve it! Black history etched! Why'd I do it? Illogical, common sense—why hate Master Hoyoung?"
"Happens. Good you snapped out of it."
"Aaack! No! Too shameful! I trained to kill you! Posing as W.L.K team (lol), seriously... Ah. Now? Die of shame. What now? Like a weird dream."
Ridiculous—sane only post-hypnosis. Yet Sumire felt eyes open, mind clear. A year on leave, foreign base, assassin play against innocent? Peak black history. Too cringy for radio postcards.
Fanning hot cheeks with palms, heat lingered.
"That embarrassing? Admit and apologize honestly."
"Huh?"
"Follow."
As he headed out, Sumire fussed with clothes, yelling.
"Ah, wait, Master Hoyoung! Still mid-paizuri—naked here?!"
"So? Clothes optional."
"Ah... True. No need for outing."
Shamed again for ignorance. Sumire exited, semen-smeared tits bare. Passersby—men especially—glanced at royal rack, eyed him, shrugged "Nothing to see~" and hurried off.
He led her to busiest square, commanding attention.
"Attention."
One word halted thousands. Foodies ignored ketchup drips, runners froze, talkers clamped mouths. Drill "Let's fold!" paled. Roughly 5,000?
"Go on, Sumire."
"Y-Yes? W-What?"
"Don't hide shame—air it out."
"...Huh?"
"Confess black history here."
"Ehhh?! T-Too many people! Mortifying! Untellable black history! Mocked by all—die of shame!"
"Relax. People soften to honest confessions."
"B-But..."
Overwhelmed by 10,000 eyes, Sumire panicked. But command inescapable; sighing "Whatever," she confessed.
"I, Fujiwara no Sumire, dared resist Master Hoyoung's reign—to reclaim beautiful homeland, formed W.L.K team (lol) with friends, mother for assassination. O-Obviously, trash like me couldn't win; fell in 1 second, now Master's livestock. D-Daring kill world's god... Guillotine here? Gladly!"
"Eh, not mad. No punishment."
10,000 eyes snapped to him; he announced. Forgiveness warmed square instantly. Whistles, chatter erupted.
"Nostalgic~ Rebelled against Master Hoyoung once~"
"Hahaha! Pre-radio 'Obey absolutely' hypnosis, thought 'crazy fuck'!"
"Growth pains everyone hits?"
"Hey~ Sumire! Fine, no worries!"
"Master forgave—whatever."
"Yeah! Buck up!"
"Ev-everyone...!!"
Mother, right-wing politico, oft said "Koreans brazen, ungrateful." Reality? Forgiving death-worthy her, embracing.
"Jealous~ Master's livestock!"
"Get along now~"
"Cheer! Everyone slips once!"
"Thick-skulled hypnotized humanity—let's thrive!"
Ah... tears welled. Sumire's year "struggle"—tantrum—flashed; shamed, touched, tears streamed. Voice choked.
Wandering done.
"Everyone!! Thanks!!! Buuuurp~~~"
"Puhahaha!! Burped!"
"Bet Master's semen!"
"Jealous~"
Now, Sumire feared nothing.