Chapter 0
Chapter 0
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Prologue
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In a certain room.
A man was grinning ear to ear, lecherously clutching a CD package.
"Hell yeah! Finally here!"
The package was labeled Hypnosis Ravishment.
And the man's room was packed floor-to-ceiling with shelves crammed full of similar titles and genres.
Just looking at them made his tastes crystal clear.
The man loved hypnosis.
More precisely, he loved hypnosis erotica.
Perception shifts, common sense rewrites, sensory amplification, emotional tweaks, memory edits—you name it.
Hypnosis erotica brimmed with endless possibilities, letting him puppeteer people at will and indulge his every twisted desire. That was his jam.
In his book, hypnosis and brainwashing were worlds apart.
Brainwashing had its appeal, sure, but once someone was fully corrupted, there was no going back. That made it a different beast to him.
Hypnosis, on the other hand? You could break them down completely, then snap them right back to square one and savor those fresh reactions all over again. That's why he preferred hypnosis erotica.
No one knew exactly when he'd fallen for it.
But once hooked, he'd devoured everything hypnosis-related he could get his hands on.
He'd scour the internet, playing even the trashiest hypno games and reading every half-baked novel, no matter how awful the plot.
His room overflowed with game packages and novels in languages from across the sea.
He prided himself on his strong patriotic streak.
But with all the good hypno eroge locked behind foreign shores, he'd gritted his teeth, shelled out the cash, and mastered two extra languages just to get his fix.
And today?
The one hypno eroge he'd been dying for finally arrived, inflating his excitement to bursting.
Overseas direct order—he'd waited forever for this baby.
It nailed his most critical fetish dead-on.
No pointless hypnosis gags forcing ridiculous erections that just deflated over and over. No fake hypno setups that devolved into chaste pure-love kisses and vanilla sex.
This was pure, unadulterated heroine abuse: ravaging, corrupting, toying with them mercilessly.
To him, it was a God Game.
"What's the point of a hypnosis genre if it's just pure love bullshit?!"
That's how deep his warped tastes ran.
The overseas shipping delay had him refreshing review sites nonstop, soaking in the rave reviews that only amped his hype higher. So yeah, he was thrilled when it finally showed up.
"Pure love? Go find that crap in some other genre! Hypnosis means mindlessly toying with women like sex toys—that's the golden rule! ...Unless you end up getting attached midway through, but that's the exception."
"Fuck yeah, you're the one for tonight."
He jammed the CD into his computer, installed it in a flash, and fired up the game he'd anticipated for so long.
And three hours later.
Tap tap tap tap!
Splurt!
"Ngh!"
The man was absolutely devouring the game.
'God damn, this is a straight-up God Game.'
Every single H-scene slammed his fetishes like a freight train.
He figured post-nut clarity would hit after the first round, but the next scene's situation yanked him right back to full mast, prostate throbbing.
This hypno eroge he'd splurged on? A perfect bullseye to his kinks.
"My balls are killing me..."
'How many times was that? Eight? Personal record.'
Normally, three times a day maxed him out—no more urge left.
But today? Eight loads, and his lust hadn't flagged a bit.
His raging libido was one thing, though—his body's limits were another.
One more, and his balls might actually explode.
Even knowing that...
"J-Just once more. Last one."
He kept stroking.
Just the final one.
One last go—that was the plan.
Because the next scene was his absolute favorite climax.
'Skip this and crash? I'd feel so unsatisfied.'
He powered through the game, and finally, the climax H-scene dropped.
Out of every scene so far, this one hit hardest.
"Fuck! Holy fuck!"
Exclamations mixed with curses spilled from his lips.
His aching balls screamed in protest, but his hand wouldn't stop.
Arousal, fetish fuel, stubborn pride, and sheer determination to milk every drop of hypno erotica goodness—that's what drove his right hand.
And with the final climax ejaculation scene...
Spluuuurt!
His dick was spent—no more cum, just clear prostate fluid dribbling out.
Endorphins and adrenaline raging, but the pain in his cock and balls was real.
No regrets, though.
The satisfaction eclipsed the agony—he'd climaxed like a king.
"Hoo..."
'Ugh, balls hurt like hell... why do I even do this shit?'
And then, sage time crashed in.
Soon he'd reflect on his degeneracy.
Or so he thought.
Throb!
"Guh?!"
A stabbing pain like a knife to the heart hit him.
"Gack! Urgh!"
Pain bloomed, and his vision went pitch black.
"What... is this place?"
The man opened his eyes to a vast white void.
An endless expanse of nothing but white.
"No way..."
'Fuck, did I seriously die mid-wank? So goddamn embarrassing.'
Dying was bad enough—but stroking it to death? Mortifying.
If he was really gone, his death scene would be him slumped in his chair, the hypno eroge climax frozen on screen.
'...Won't the news blast "Local Man Dies Mid-Wank to Eroge" across the front page?'
As he stewed in that thought...
[Choose two desired abilities.]
"Huh?"
[Choose two desired abilities.]
'...What the hell?'
The sudden mechanical voice boomed from above his head.
And upon hearing it...
'Wait... this is...?'
He knew it in his gut.
'Isekai coin?'
The trendy cliché sweeping stories from across the sea.
It had even seeped into his hypno erotica.
Isekai hypnosis, or getting hypnosis powers upon arriving in another world.
Lately, that trope popped up in the webnovels he read outside hypno stuff too—the isekai coin gimmick.
'Am I hitting the jackpot?'
Trust your gut in moments like this.
That's what he figured, so he shouted it out.
"Hypnosis! Gimme hypnosis powers! The badass kind—total control over anyone, sensory amps and all, the exact hypnosis I've always dreamed of! Oh, and zero side effects!"
'If it drains MP or life force every use, that's bullshit.'
He wanted effortless, overpowering abilities.
Usually, you'd get "no can do, gotta have limits," but...
State your next ability.
His demand sailed through, no hassle.
"Yes!"
Next up, he named his second pick.
"Status Window next! Lemme see my own status! Stats to allocate, new skills, power-ups—the works!"
The webnovels he'd been binging lately were all about system integrations.
Viewing your powers, picking ahead, upgrading at will.
'Hypnosis alone's too iffy—gotta buff the body too. At least enough stamina for 20 rounds straight!'
He was already daydreaming about plowing girls left and right.
Configuring desired abilities. Reconstructing target's body. Transplanting abilities to reconstructed body. Executing transfer.
The mechanical voice from the heavens wrapped up.
"Huh...?"
His vision blurred in an instant.
Whirrrrr...
Before he knew it, the man stood in an unfamiliar forest.
"W-Was that for real?"
He'd vaguely sensed it wasn't a dream, but this hyper-real scenery unfolding around him left him stunned.
Gulp.
To confirm if this was truly reality, he muttered aloud.
"Status Window."
A translucent blue window materialized in the air before his eyes.