The Hypnosis Worked Perfectly
Judging purely by the results, the hypnosis had been an absolute success.
Sophia was thoroughly under.
…Hoo. Is this even right?
Whether my hand-warming technique had done the trick or Sophia had simply discovered a brand-new preference… the finer details eluded me.
But hey—it worked, so I was happy!
"Oppa. Do whatever you wish."
Sophia stood ramrod straight as she spoke. The gaze fixed on me was completely vacant.
Her tone matched—utterly devoid of emotion. The words simply spilled out of her.
It was like looking at a cold, elegant robot. And yet that lofty, refined air of hers still radiated from every pore.
I felt like I'd just acquired every man's fantasy: a maid doll who obeyed any command.
Squeeze, squeeze—
Soft. Soft—
"Ahem!"
Even when I actually groped my way across Sophia's entire body, she only flinched slightly.
Not a shred of resistance.
The texture really was excellent, I had to admit.
I puffed up with pride. Yeah, that's right. Big bro here just ambushed and subdued a 12-Circle Archmage.
A shining beacon of hope for every man tormented by yanderes, if I did say so myself.
I think I'm pretty amazing, Father. Hehe.
—…If only I… if only I had hypnosis powers too!
Father started to say something more, then clamped his mouth shut.
He could only lament why he himself lacked such an ability.
Just to be sure, I poked Sophia's cheek.
"Kihit."
Poke—
Her cheek dimpled adorably under my finger.
Even though she was an adult, she still gave off the vibe of a kid who hadn't lost her baby teeth yet.
Touching that soft, baby-smooth skin put me in a strangely good mood.
"…This is definitely hypnosis."
If this were the real Sophia, she would have moved heaven and earth trying to win me over somehow.
Judging by how her spiritual pressure had completely vanished, she was now in a perfect slave state—ready to die if I told her to.
Snapping my fingers applies everything I've implanted, right?
I rolled my neck once and decided to proceed with the plan, step by step.
"Uh… Sophia?"
"Yes, Oppa."
Sophia stood demurely before me.
I stuffed down a certain heated emotion and issued my instructions.
"First, put your underwear back on. You'll catch a cold wandering around naked."
"Understood. I shall dress as instructed, Oppa. Which clothes shall I wear?"
"The ones I'm holding right now."
"Ah."
Thankfully, I was holding the dress that had come undone so suddenly.
The moment I let go, Sophia would have been reduced to a stark-naked flasher—a truly precarious situation.
"…Do I put the undergarments on first, or the dress?"
"The dress."
"Understood."
Sophia put her underboob dress and other undergarments back on, one by one.
First things first—put out the immediate fire. Only then did a sigh of relief escape me.
How dare this insane yandere set her sights on Mikhail's chastity!
Kim Mikhail was a strong male who would never submit to any yandere!
"Um, Professor. Who am I?"
I asked Sophia just to confirm. You never know.
"You're Mikhail Oppa."
"Mikhail… Oppa?"
"The light of my life, the fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. The one for whom I would give everything to protect."
That was how Sophia explained it.
I'd heard that line somewhere before, but whatever.
Good. Being under hypnosis meant she might spill the truth about me being a regressor. Now, what should I do first…
There was a time limit, so I couldn't keep her like this forever.
Our Lady Arlea had a habit of getting leg cramps if she went a single hour without hugging me.
I tapped my chin with a finger.
What came to mind right now was…
Suggestion.
Also known as cognitive alteration.
Completely overhauling a target's mental image—an extremely difficult task.
And my opponent was a yandere who'd been wielding future-level power until moments ago. Against an Archmage, such words wouldn't even register under normal circumstances.
But right now, with every defense mechanism stripped away by hypnosis?!
It's possible!
I smiled sinisterly and prepared to implant the suggestions.
Referring to the notes I'd written down somewhere, I began listing them off to Sophia one by one.
"Sophia. From now on, repeat after me."
"Yes, Oppa."
"I am highly susceptible to hypnosis, I am not handsome, I am an idiot, a dullard, and a bad man who treats women roughly. But I do not embrace women. Got it?"
"…Yes. A bad person. Got it."
Sophia parroted my words like a mimic, then suddenly shot her hand straight up.
"I have a question."
"Hm?"
"Do you dislike women like me, Oppa?"
"…It's not that I dislike them. It's just that, for the time being, I simply can't accept anyone's feelings."
"If you can't accept my feelings… then when the time comes, would you be willing to confess to me of your own initiative, Oppa?"
I tilted my head. Me, confessing of my own initiative? For a guy who'd never even held a girl's hand, those were terrifying words.
Especially after crossing over into yandere world!
"Sure. I'll think about it."
"Understood."
Sophia's cheeks flushed a soft pink. Only then, her desire apparently satisfied, did she lower her arm. Her answers remained emotionless, but that didn't matter.
She was going to forget everything I'd done and said anyway.
The process of training this genius busty yandere seductress was finally nearing its end.
"Hmm. And… what else is there."
I'd barely managed to knock her down from hard yandere to a softer level, and loosened her obsessive desire as much as possible.
Getting her to just the right level of cute sulking was no easy feat.
"Whew, let's see… Ah. Right."
I smacked my fist into my palm.
"What did Arlea say in her letter?"
"…Should I tell you?"
"Yeah."
"Really?"
"Answer me. You're the only one who can."
Sophia, who'd asked once more for confirmation, paused.
"'I'm the one going with Oppa. You just sit there sniveling like a loser. Alliance or not, you're the one who crossed the line first. Go eat more baby food and grow your chest some more,' she said."
That Arlea brat really had no filter when it came to a girl two years younger than her.
Well, it wasn't like I could understand the cutthroat competition between women anyway.
"Hmm. First order: do not clash with Arlea."
"Mm."
Sophia's face twisted into a deep scowl. Even under suggestion, anything that collided with her core beliefs was bound to cancel out.
"I'll… try."
"And if you've put anything weird in my room, put it back."
"…"
Sophia got up and rummaged through the drawers.
Her smooth thighs stood out.
From the waist down, she was easily Arlea's equal—or better.
…What kind of filthy thoughts am I having.
While I was busy berating myself, Sophia came back and dropped several articles of clothing onto the floor in front of me with a wet flump.
The clothes were soaked through with some unidentifiable sticky liquid. Sophia stood demurely with her head bowed, like a child caught misbehaving.
"I licked them clean. Was I bad?"
"…Yes, very bad. Never do that again."
Hearing my answer, Sophia started taking off her dress. Again.
"Then please punish me. If you wish, there are plenty of switches and other delightful toys right here. They've all been waiting for Oppa to use th—"
I immediately grabbed both of her arms and hung on.
"Stop."
"…Why? You said you're a bad adult, so I believe physical punishment is necessary to ensure I never misbehave again."
"Absolutely not."
…I tinkered with Sophia's mind in various ways.
Snap—
I cleaned up the entire mess, then flicked my fingers and released the hypnosis.
"Hweeeek!"
Sophia, who'd been undergoing "training" until moments ago, jerked awake with a full-body flinch. Fresh from sleep, her vision was still hazy and blurred.
Ugh… How long was I out?
Sophia rubbed her eyes. She had the distinct feeling she'd just been having a very pleasant, very indecent dream.
She couldn't recall the details. But it had definitely involved Mikhail.
"Ah, you're awake, Professor."
The moment Sophia saw me sitting across the table, she hiccupped. Falling asleep right in front of a guest!
And not just any guest—in front of the one and only Oppa she loved, the only man she'd ever coveted!
Ugh, uuugh! What is this?! S-Sophia, calm down… Oppa clearly came to deliver a letter. I… I…
Sophia looked down at herself at once. To be sitting here in front of her beloved Oppa dressed like some half-naked servant girl!
"I-I'm so sorry. H-how long was I asleep?"
"You said you were getting sleepy after drinking your tea and took a nap, Professor. Roughly… three hours have passed."
"Th-three whole hours?!"
Sophia was dumbfounded. This had never happened before.
Aside from the first month after her regression, she could count on one hand the times she'd slept this sweetly. Maybe Oppa's natural sleep-inducing pheromones had stimulated her sense of smell.
Sophia pressed her lips together. She could tell—faintly, but clearly—that she had dreamed something terribly wicked.
Her body trembled, her skin prickling with goosebumps.
Being… tormented by Oppa?!
That kind of dream.
Sophia clapped a hand over her mouth at once. Her flushed cheeks showed no sign of cooling down.
Had he been watching her sleep?
Mikhail didn't so much as twitch, simply drinking his tea.
With a deep, observing gaze—as if studying her.
"I-I'll head in first! M-Mikhail, you should… g-go in too! You're b-busy, I'm sure!"
"Shall I?"
The moment Mikhail set down his teacup, her heart plummeted.
Her face went pale with the anxiety that he might do something terrible at any second. Why on earth was she feeling this way?
"Well then, I'll be going."
"Ah… T-take care!"
Sophia could find no answer.