Reclaim Earth: Warriors Immune to Hypnosis (17)
“Ahh… H-how could this be. Your Majesty the Emperor…? I… for the sake of Japan… for our great… homeland.”
She had been born into nobility. Raised in the privileged seats where she could personally meet His Majesty the Emperor.
“I… will kill the Joseon dog Kim Hoyoung… and restore His Majesty the Emperor…”
Her father had taught her, “Japan is Asia’s one and only advanced nation, while Joseon is an ungrateful, wicked neighbor.” She had never once doubted those teachings.
She believed Japan stood not as part of Asia, but shoulder-to-shoulder with Europe and America—and that among those advanced powers, Japan was the finest. Countries like Korea? Not even worth a glance. Mere weaklings, worthy only of contempt.
That conviction had guided her politics.
The time was 11:58 p.m. Midnight approached.
“To think I, for the sake of a Joseon man, brainwashed precious Japanese people… N-no, that can’t be. I have a constitution immune to hypnosis. Wasn’t my noble pride what rejected it…?”
Himeko, who hadn’t shed a single tear even at her parents’ funeral and earned the nickname “heroine,” collapsed for the first time and wept. It was terrifying, gooseflesh-inducing.
Reviving these memories now brought no gratitude whatsoever.
Only one minute until midnight.
After midnight, it would be the next day. Her birthday.
“…You must’ve had your fun with me, Kim Hoyoung.”
Himeko was grateful her mind remained intact. Past memories flooded in—true or false, she didn’t know—but she was still a proud Japanese woman, loyal subject to His Majesty. Her resolve to save hypnotized Japan from ruin stood firm.
“I hoped to borrow His Majesty’s visage, but you should’ve considered how repulsive I’d find seeing your filthy forehead instead. You Joseon scum… Still, I’m grateful you came here.”
Her birthday’s end would signal Kim Hoyoung’s death. She’d prepared her pistol in advance.
This was a golden opportunity!
In a flash, Himeko drew the pistol from her kimono.
“Mom!”
“Himeko! Are you insane?!”
“What’s wrong with her? Why’s she pulling a gun? Who’s she gonna shoot?”
The former W.L.K. members no longer even saw Kim Hoyoung as an enemy. They stared in shock, unable to comprehend why she’d drawn her weapon.
That’s the speech of the hypnotized!
I’ll never end up like that.
“Your mistake, Kim Hoyoung. Showing up here just signed your death warrant!”
Her final blaze of defiance. Himeko burned with unbreakable will, closing the distance in an instant.
The cold muzzle pressed against his solar plexus.
Incredible reflexes. No ordinary woman.
Time: 11:59:52 p.m.
53 seconds… 54 seconds…
“At this range, I can’t miss.”
“…You gonna shoot?”
55 seconds…
“First. For hypnotizing me and defiling Japan’s great soil.”
56 seconds…
“For stealing my one daughter’s purity.”
Old samurai had a privilege called bureiuchi—beheading insolent commoners on the spot.
Himeko’s eyes now held that same cold, noble judgment, meting death to a peasant who’d crossed the line.
“For wantonly ravaging the minds of people worldwide!”
57 seconds. 58 seconds. And… 59 seconds.
“Above all, for daring to impersonate His Majesty to the head of the Fujiwara clan—me!”
60 seconds.
Midnight struck. The clock chimed: dong~ dong~.
Fitting for a mansion built 350 years ago—they still used a grandfather clock.
Her birthday had ended.
The hypnosis “Oppose me until your next birthday” expired, and “Then become my loyal subordinate again” took hold.
“Imp-Impudent, impersonating His Majesty…! Impudent… His Majesty…! His Majesty…!”
Himeko’s finger twitched on the trigger—then her demeanor softened.
His Majesty appeared before her eyes.
Her stern accusations faded. The clock’s toll hammered her mind.
Eh…? That’s His Majesty? Why’s he here…? Right, I invited him. Eh…? But why am I yelling at him?
Himeko’s head went blank. Her actions made no sense.
The man before her was unmistakably His Majesty. Her lord to serve, ruler of the world. Privileged to do as he pleased.
Obvious truths dawned on her.
“Your Majesty! Your Majesty!! Haha! My mind’s finally back! Himeko is but a lowly servant to Emperor Kim Hoyoung! Even if you toy with my heart, mind, and memories, a mere beast like me has no right to complain! Forgive this insolent livestock!”
“S-so… you’re not shooting?”
“Hahaha! Of course not, Your Majesty! Shall I shoot myself in the head for your amusement? I’m just a tool to be used for your pleasure! A retard like me could never kill Your Majesty?!”
Himeko pressed the pistol to her temple, performing like a clown.
Noble aristocrat? More like a high-class whore entertaining the rich.
“Your Majesty, as ordered, I formed the W.L.K. squad and put on a show. Were you satisfied watching my pointless resistance—even hypnotized, flailing like an idiot?”
“It had some thrill. But turns out you’re an ultra-right-wing politician.”
“Yes… I was.”
“Ultra-right? So you’d look down on Korea, huh?”
“Yes. I saw it as a backward dump.”
“Nah, that won’t do.”
He recalled the hypnosis he’d tried last time but failed.
“Shout that Japanese people are inferior while masturbating your asshole.”
“Ah… Yes.”
Himeko loosened her kimono sash, making space for her fingers, and began probing her ass.
As her finger entered, her sphincter spasmed in shock, clenching rapidly—like sucking it in.
“Japanese people are an inferior race! Japanese people are an inferior race!”
“Not just shouting—believe it sincerely. Can’t stand ultra-right bullshit.”
“Yes… Japanese people are an inferior race! Japanese people are an inferior race!”
Feeling anal pleasure for the first time, Himeko thought her state ridiculous. Fingering her ass in front of her daughter? If this wasn’t inferior, what was? Even a noble like her was like this—commoners must be beasts. Now she couldn’t fathom why she’d ever thought Japan superior to Korea.
“Japanese people are an inferior race! Japanese people are an inferior race!”
“Good. Never diss Korea again.”
“Yes! I won’t! I’ll know my place as an inferior race!”
Honestly, he cared little for Japan vs. Korea. No strong patriotism or anti-Japanese sentiment. Just toying with her ultra-right ass for fun.
“Alright, Himeko. While ass-fingering, apologize to your squadmates for being a traitor.”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
Her anal fingers went from one to two. It hurt yet felt oddly good—addictive.
Himeko turned to Sumire, Park Jisoo, and Scarlett—who watched her—and begged in a frail, lewd voice unworthy of their former leader.
“Everyone… I-I’m sorry. Truth is, I was His Majesty’s loyal servant from the start. I gathered you to offer as his toys. That’s why I sent the hot-tempered Scarlett to him first. Knowing Sumire’s personality, I threatened to kill Scarlett to make her charge in alone. For the wary Park Jisoo, I gifted earphones playing His Majesty’s voice to brainwash her. You were all hypnotized because of me! I’m sorry… His Majesty did nothing wrong! It’s all my fault! Hate me if you must! Ah! My ass feels so good!”
“Whoa… so that’s what happened. Himeko’s a total bitch. Can I spit on her?”
“Mother… haa. Don’t act superior around me anymore.”
“To think you gave me those earphones with that intent. Chilling.”
Their contempt strangely aroused her more. Some hidden masochism surfacing? Himeko shoved three fingers in, reveling in pleasure.
Suddenly, it struck him how diligently she masturbated. Beyond expectations.
“I was shocked too, y’know. Thought a hypnosis-immune freak showed up and got scared. But luckily, it works fine on you.”
“Hoyoung-nim. Could you hypnotize me too?”
Park Jisoo suddenly proposed it herself.
“What kind?”
“Anything. Like, ‘become a sow.’”
“Then become a sow.”
“Yes.”
Park Jisoo accepted flatly. Up to some scheme, unclear.
“I’m sow Park Jisoo. Hm. Impressive. Until moments ago, I thought I was human, but now I clearly recognize myself as a sow. I’m a sow, not human. A sow for Hoyoung-nim to fuck. My thoughts are totally changing. Amazing. This is hypnosis. I’m a sow. Definitely a sow.”
“Got it. But why ask for that suddenly?”
“Now try the same on Himeko.”
No big deal, whatever her reason.
“Hey, Himeko. You become a sow too.”
“Buhiieeee♡”
Himeko yanked her fingers from her ass and slammed flat on the floor.
Eh? Her expression… inhuman. Bestial. No reason.
“Buhi! Buhi! Oink~ oink! Sniff sniff! Sniff sniff!”
She crawled on all fours, sniffing his feet happily. Her loosened kimono fell off completely, leaving her naked, utterly shameless. Even with her daughter there.
“Mother… what the hell. Ugh, embarrassing.”
“Buhi! Buhi!”
Ignoring Sumire’s horror, Himeko sucked his toes, then nuzzled his thigh.
“Oink oink. Oink oink.”
“Hey, Himeko.”
“Oink~ oink~”
She raised her hips, oinking, and climbed to his crotch. Eyes gleaming at his panties.
“Buhi! Buhiieeee! Buhiieeee!!”
“What, you want this?”
“Buhi♡ Buhiie♡”
He dropped his panties, revealing his cock. She hopped in place joyfully, tongue out, begging with desperate eyes, drool pouring.
But more importantly…
“Why isn’t she speaking human?”
“Because she’s a sow? Though I’m one too.”
Self-assured Park Jisoo casually called herself a sow, adjusting her glasses. She glared contemptuously at the woman she’d once respected as leader.
“Normally, hypnotizing someone to ‘become a sow’ just makes them vaguely believe ‘I’m a sow.’ Like me. But Himeko? She’s literally a sow. A real beast sow.”
“Buhi!! Buhiie!! Buhiie!!”
Definitely… no one would call this human. She’d even forgotten language.
“So… Park Jisoo? What’re you getting at?”
“Sigh…”
Park Jisoo kicked the sow trying to suck his cock without permission, sighing in disbelief. Betrayed emptiness.
“In short, she’s not hypnosis-immune—she’s a retard who falls for it pathetically easy.”
“Buhiieeeeeeeee♡”
Kicked by her subordinate, Himeko just rubbed her back on the floor, squealing in delight like a pig.