Reclaim the Earth: Warriors Free from Hypnosis (16)
The trigger began with the very first moment Fujiwara no Himeko encountered Kim Hoyoung's video. "Act in ways that benefit me." "Live for me." Those words became the hypnosis trigger. Upon seeing Kim Hoyoung on the electronic billboard, Himeko plunged into a deep trance, her values, personality, and life's purpose rewritten in an instant.
There is a movie called A Beautiful World. It's the story of a middle school student who, given the homework assignment by his teacher to "come up with an idea to change the world and put it into action," sincerely struggles to do just that. While ordinary students might submit clichéd assignments like "I recycled trash" or "I did volunteer work," the protagonist comes up with his own idea: "Help three people, have each of them help three more, and repeat this until eventually the whole world is helping one another," and strives to make it happen. The same assignment yields entirely different results depending on the student's caliber.
Unlike the ignorant masses, Himeko—endowed with exceptional lineage, intellect, and drive—seriously pondered and agonized over how she could truly benefit Kim Hoyoung.
I can't believe it... Just moments ago, I was trying to harm that man. That means there could still be unhypnotized people out there plotting against Hoyoung-nim. I must protect him!
Himeko's conclusion, foolish as it was, was to gather all those resisting Kim Hoyoung and guide them onto the proper path. To catch a tiger, one must enter the tiger's den. Pretending to be unhypnotized herself, she publicly led the recruitment of micro-brained resisters. All the while believing that someday her efforts would be recognized.
And when the moment finally came to meet her revered Kim Hoyoung in person and plead her case, Himeko felt a hot throbbing below her navel. This was the joy of submission. The ecstasy of utter self-sacrifice to her true lord. The very pleasure samurai felt when they slit their bellies for their master.
"Your Majesty. Even now, there are those in Japan who shamelessly resist Your Majesty. This Himeko cannot stand idly by as Your Majesty's servant."
"I wasn't too worried about it, but yeah, I've been acting more openly lately. A sniper from the police or military at long range could be dangerous."
"Indeed, Your Majesty! If even a scratch should mar that divine body of yours... I could not atone even with seppuku."
"So what do you propose?"
"This Fujiwara no Himeko shall eliminate Your Majesty's enemies one by one."
She would repeat in foreign lands what she had done in Japan. Build an image as a core member of the resistance externally, infiltrate the micro-brained ranks easily, sell them out, and dismantle from within. It was a perilous mission where discovery meant death by a hail of bullets, but her own safety no longer mattered.
"You sure about this? You'll need money to travel the world."
"This unworthy Himeko has inherited vast wealth from my ancestors."
"You'll cover it with your own funds?"
"Of course, Your Majesty. Everything I have belongs to you already, so squandering my fortune in your service is only natural. Please... please give this lowly slave a reason to live. Bestow upon me the imperial command to crush your enemies."
"Fine, whatever."
The sun shone brightly. Himeko was overjoyed to the point of madness, convinced her lord had accepted her.
My efforts weren't in vain. His Majesty has acknowledged me. With that alone, she had no regrets even if cast into hellfire.
"Then, Your Majesty, may your divine body remain in perfect health. I shall destroy all resistance organizations worldwide and return."
"You're a real character. Alright. But you're nobility, right?"
"The Fujiwara clan has been peers for generations."
"Whoa, that explains why you're so classically beautiful."
"Ah... For Your Majesty to praise my looks... I know not where to put myself."
"Your kimono's gorgeous too. High-grade silk, huh?"
"Yes... It was handcrafted by the tailor whose ancestors dressed the shoguns for 400 years."
"Impressive. I've always wanted to do it in a kimono."
"Pardon...?"
Kim Hoyoung grabbed the obi of her kimono with a mischievous grin. No one had ever dared touch Fujiwara no Himeko's kimono before. People were intimidated even by her shadow.
"Isn't this nice? Isn't it?"
"......"
Just like in anime, he yanked the obi, spinning her around until the kimono slipped off. The noblewoman stood suddenly naked.
"Y-Your Majesty! For one as exalted as you to do this to a mere woman...!"
"Just show me your pussy already."
"My pussy, Your Majesty? That is no issue at all..."
She was startled by the sudden undressing (though not enough to affect her loyalty), but a request to show her pussy wasn't particularly surprising. It was nothing special, after all.
Huh? Have I ever shown my pussy to anyone before?
...I don't think so. Oh well, no need to dwell on it.
"I present my pussy, Your Majesty."
"Whoa~ It's pink. Haven't used it much?"
"I am still a virgin, Your Majesty."
"What? At your age? Never married?"
"I have married and borne children, but via artificial insemination."
She had taken a loveless husband through political marriage (he was the second son of a top local corporation, useful for votes and funding), but Himeko's lofty, aloof nature made sleeping with a man utterly unthinkable. The marriage was purely political; she had never felt love as a woman. Not even a kiss, let alone sex.
Kim Hoyoung grew even more intrigued by this miraculous virgin claim.
"Wow~ So how many years has this virgin pussy been aging? Tsk~ Plenty of guys must've been after you, right?"
"Yes. Though it's immodest to say, I was pretty and from a good family, so proposals never stopped. I got countless confessions in school too."
"And yet this pussy's never let anyone in?"
"My body is noble. I cannot bear some lowly male defiling it."
"How about this?"
Kim Hoyoung wetted his finger with saliva and plunged it into her pussy. The virgin walls reacted sensitively to the intruder, folds contracting, dense flesh twitching. Yet Himeko maintained her composed warrior face.
"How's it feel? Some guy you just met fingering the pussy you've saved for decades?"
"Hmm... Nothing particularly noteworthy. Just ordinary, isn't it?"
"Ordinary my ass. You're a virgin, remember? Ordinary for a virgin to let a stranger toy with her pussy?"
"?"
Even so, Himeko couldn't spot anything odd in what Kim Hoyoung was doing. It just seemed utterly mundane.
"Even a virgin gets wet if you keep fingering."
"Does it?"
With continued thrusting, her face flushed red, moans unconsciously turning lewd. She was experiencing her first orgasm ever.
"Hearing you're a virgin makes me hesitate to pop it right away. You masturbate?"
"Masturbate...? You mean self-pleasure? I've never done such vulgar acts."
"For real? Jackpot. From today, masturbate daily. Use stuff related to me—look at my photos or fantasize about me."
"Daily masturbation? Sure, whatever."
"Wasn't it vulgar?"
"? Pardon? What is? I'll do it."
Even when Kim Hoyoung pointed out the contradiction, she didn't notice. She only firmly understood that she'd masturbate daily from now on.
"I'll fuck you later. There's a moodier spot to lose your virginity."
"As you decree, Your Majesty. Then Himeko shall depart to serve you."
She nearly eradicated Japan's remnants, then jetted to America, Italy, Hungary, Australia, Saudi Arabia, Argentina—anywhere rumors swirled of anti-Kim Hoyoung groups—and smashed them. Known externally as Japan's sole survivor, no one suspected her. Himeko racked up massive achievements as a spy.
She got caught occasionally—usually mid-masturbation to his photos—but played pre-recorded voice clips of Kim Hoyoung to hypnotize them and escape.
By the time her exploits left no anti-Kim Hoyoung organizations anywhere on Earth, she met him again.
"Your Majesty. I have fulfilled your command and returned."
"Show me your pussy."
"My pussy, Your Majesty? Here it is."
She lifted her kimono, revealing a sticky, love-juice-slicked pussy. Daily masturbation had made it wrinklier and squishier than months ago.
Kim Hoyoung praised his obedient subordinate.
"Good work, Himeko. Thanks to you, no one's tried assassinating me."
"F-For Your Majesty to say I did well... It more than repays all my toil!"
"But something's still missing."
"Pardon...?"
"Something's lacking. I want a more fun game."
Kim Hoyoung donned the imperial Japanese robes Himeko had prepared and paced in a circle. Himeko hung her head in guilt for failing to fully satisfy him.
Soon, he realized what was missing: the thrill he'd felt at their first meeting. The pleasure of subduing a genuinely resisting organization's leader had been absent ever since.
"This time, come at me for real, Himeko."
"Pardon...? Your Majesty? What do you mean?"
"Become my true enemy. But no killing me or anything. Think of it like a rollercoaster at an amusement park—safe thrills."
We. Love. Kimhoyoung Legion
"Form the W.L.K Legion and fight me. From now until my next birthday, forget you're my loyal subordinate and genuinely antagonize me. But on my birthday, remember everything and return as my faithful servant. Then I'll fuck your pussy. Our days will coincide—my birthday and your deflowering. Glorious, right?"
"............Ahh............"
Himeko's pupils darkened like veiled in black mist. Clutching the name bestowed by His Imperial Majesty, she rushed to her hidden daughter Sumire in the basement and declared solemnly with a resolute face.
"Sumire. We can't just take this lying down anymore. Let's form the W.L.K Legion and take down Kim Hoyoung!"
—This was the beginning of the W.L.K Legion.