Massage
Eileen eagerly gulped down the water mixed with Yohan’s saliva, swallow after swallow.
Yohan carefully intertwined their tongues as he passed the water to her, as meticulously as a mother bird chewing food to feed her chick.
“Mm… chup… mmm…”
As Eileen grew accustomed to the kiss, the tension that had locked her shoulders began to ease.
Yohan lightly tapped her stiff tongue, skillfully blending their saliva and weaving their tongues together.
The kiss stretched on, thick and lingering. Even after Eileen had swallowed every drop of water, Yohan refused to part their lips. He kept gathering more saliva and feeding it to her, pretending there was still water left in his mouth so he could keep her lips sealed against his.
At first Eileen had maintained a half-lidded, nearly expressionless face, but as the kiss drew out she gradually grew dazed, the corners of her eyes softening with pleasure.
He had never planted any suggestion that kissing would feel good. Yohan pondered it for a moment before finding the answer.
Being massaged by Teacher feels good.
The suggestion he had made her murmur thickly with her own mouth earlier was clearly taking effect. She seemed to interpret this kiss as Yohan massaging her with his tongue.
It was not something he had deliberately aimed for.
People’s minds differed; even the same suggestion was never received in exactly the same way.
In this case, Eileen had understood the suggestion so broadly that she was freely feeling good on her own. It diverged a little from what Yohan had originally intended, but it was a pleasant miscalculation.
At this rate I don’t need to worry about her waking up.
Yohan began mixing their tongues more aggressively. He even boldly slid an arm around her lower back. Still Eileen showed no sign of waking. If anything, the contact-preference suggestion only made her expression grow more dreamy.
All she wore was a single pair of panties. Her body, gleaming with a lewd sheen of sweat and oil, tempted him.
“Mmm… chup, slurp, chuu…”
They were close enough that their chests nearly brushed. Half-naked and nestled quietly in Yohan’s arms while she accepted the kiss, she looked for all the world like a lover.
The suggestion had taken hold better than he had expected. At this level, she might even allow their breasts to press together. Directly groping them with his hands was of course out of the question, but an “unavoidable” brush of chest against chest ought to be permitted.
During the earlier massage he had already grazed her breasts several times while testing the waters, and she had never woken.
Yohan tightened his hold on her waist and drew her body closer. The soft swell of her breasts that had hovered just out of reach crushed against his chest.
“Chup… mm… nngh…”
Eileen briefly furrowed her brow—nothing more. She never woke from her trance.
Success. Yohan stopped testing and simply crushed her against him. Her springy breasts flattened mercilessly against his firm male body. Even through fabric he could clearly feel the stiff points of her nipples.
The hand that had lingered near her tailbone slid up her spine and came to rest on the back of her head. When he stroked her hair in gentle praise, those haughty cat-like eyes curved prettily.
He wanted nothing more than to ravage her without restraint right then and there.
A flicker of frustration rose, but Yohan calmly reined himself in.
“Mm… hnn… mmm…”
He continued the kiss with thick, relentless persistence.
He could not touch her breasts, her pussy, or her ass. Yet he knew perfectly well that a woman’s erogenous zones were far more numerous than those alone.
Yohan never stopped caressing, stroking, and kneading her female body, steadily heightening Eileen’s arousal.
Being massaged by Teacher feels good.
The sentence she herself had acknowledged and accepted continued to torment her. A lovely flush of color rose across her pale skin, blooming into a soft pink glow.
Growing restless, Eileen began to fidget her hips, faintly trying to escape his hands.
But such half-hearted movements offered no escape. Yohan stroked and tickled her body with meticulous, almost obsessive care, stimulating every nerve. He cradled the back of her head so she could not pull away and kept intertwining their tongues.
Never crude, yet soft and dynamic at once—like the coiling of mating snakes—he wove tongue against tongue in lewd motions designed to stoke her pleasure.
By now their saliva had mixed so thoroughly that neither could tell whose taste was whose.
After nearly thirty minutes of thick kissing that thoroughly accustomed her tongue to his, Yohan finally drew his lips away from Eileen’s face.
“Mm… hnn… haah…”
A clear, sticky strand stretched long between their parted lips. Still not fully registering that he had withdrawn, Eileen clumsily flicked her tongue a few times at empty air.
“Eh… ah…”
Yohan gently caught her tongue and rolled it back into her mouth before asking,
“Eileen. Did kissing Teacher feel good?”
“……I don’t know.”
“So it wasn’t unpleasant, then. In that case, from now on let’s work on making you like kissing.”
“Yes…”
The mere absence of a “no” was already half a success.
Had Eileen been awake she would have shaken her head without hesitation, but unfortunately a girl sunk in hypnosis possessed no right of refusal.
No choice remained to her except to be thoroughly trained until she became a girl who loved kissing Teacher more than anything.
Yohan stroked her hair as though she were a good child.
It was nearly time for the dormitory inspection. He needed to wake her soon.
But first there was one more thing to do. He called to the dazed girl sitting before him.
“Eileen.”
“Yes…”
“There’s something I’d like to ask. Are you afraid of attacking people?”
It was a question that had lingered ever since their counseling session earlier.
Lately she had been posting abysmal results in sparring matches. The topic had come up among the instructors more than once, so Yohan was already aware of it.
Yet while massaging her he had examined her thoroughly and found nothing that would degrade her physical performance. Her body was indeed stiff from neglected stretching, but that alone could not explain her recent disastrous sparring record.
If the problem was not physical, then it had to be mental.
He had studied counseling techniques while delving into psychology and the mind. He had even conducted student counseling sessions a few times. He knew several cases of children who had struggled with issues similar to Eileen’s. He suspected her gentle, kind nature was holding her back.
And that suspicion proved exactly right. Eileen nodded at once without protest.
“Yes… hitting people… scares me…”
Once the problem was known, the solution was simple.
He brought his lips to her ear and whispered softly,
“Eileen. During sparring, there is no need to show mercy to anyone. No one will blame you.”
“……”
“Would you show mercy to villains as well? Do you want civilians to get hurt because of that?”
“No…”
“Or is your opponent so weak that you don’t even want to go all out? Was your goal to insult them, then?”
“Ahn… n-no…”
“In that case, do your absolute best in sparring. There is no need to hold back. Even if your opponent gets hurt, the school nurse is right here, isn’t he? You trust Teacher, don’t you?”
“Yes… I trust you… very much…”
“Then work as hard as you trust me. Good results will follow.”
“Yes…”
That should be enough.
Sometimes he needed to perform the duties of a real counselor as well.
If counseling never produced any improvement, why would anyone keep coming?
Once she could see herself getting better, she would be the one desperate for more sessions. That would strengthen her trust in Teacher and make her rely on him even more.
Whether beast or human, effective training always required the proper carrot.
And now, truly the last step.
“Eileen. If you achieve good results in sparring right after today’s counseling, what do you think the reason will be?”
“Ahn…”
With her thinking dulled, Eileen hesitated a long while before answering.
“Because… Teacher massaged me…?”
“You understand perfectly. If you get good results in the next sparring match, it will definitely be thanks to my massage. The only thing I did for you in this session was massage you, after all. My massage loosened your stiff body and eased your mind.”
“That’s right…”
“Even if your sparring results aren’t good, the same applies. The massage felt wonderful either way, didn’t it?”
“It felt… good…”
“Your condition should have improved somewhat as well.”
“Yes…”
Of course. Even if he had mixed in a few sexual gestures, he had never given her a fake massage.
After giving Eileen enough time to accept his logic, Yohan continued.
“In any case, you are convinced of the massage’s benefits, correct?”
“Yes…”
“Then it is only natural that next time your eyes will turn toward an even better massage than the one you received today.”
“An even… better massage…?”
“Yes. Do you remember what Teacher said earlier? What must you do to increase the massage’s effectiveness?”
“Take off my clothes… and massage bare skin…”
“You remember well. The next time you come to the infirmary, you will want to receive that massage. Understood? That is only natural.”
“Yes…”
“When you come for counseling next time, what must you do?”
“I have to receive… a better massage…”
“What a good girl. Now put your clothes back on.”
“Yes…”
Yohan stroked Eileen’s hair, then instructed her to wipe her body and dress.
His gaze fell on her cheeks, still flushed a deep red that refused to fade.
Her eyes were hazy and unfocused. Her breath and the air from her nostrils came a little roughly. No wonder—after that thorough massage, followed by the kiss and the full-body caresses that had stimulated her arousal.
And he had never properly relieved her sexual desire afterward, so she must be pent up to the brim. Once she returned to her room she would probably masturbate furiously without even understanding why.
Watching her after she woke would be entertaining.
A short while later, Yohan finished preparing to wake Eileen.