Training
“……Your body floats up, light as air. So comfortable, as if you’re resting on a cloud……”
Yohan murmured the familiar induction while watching Eileen’s body go slack, carefully gauging her depth. When he judged the trance had sunk deep enough, he put the pendulum away and fell silent.
Eileen’s eyes were vacant, the light gone from her pupils. Yohan took his time admiring her naked form. No matter how often he looked, her body was extraordinary—porcelain skin, a broad, fertile pelvis, breasts of perfect size and shape, a beautifully rounded ass, and a face that could stop hearts. She had been born with every gift a woman could want.
It was almost a pity that such a girl was being corrupted, little by little, without ever realizing it.
To the softly breathing Eileen, eyelids half-closed, Yohan gave his first command.
“Stand up. Come here.”
“Yeees……”
Her answer was drawn-out and dreamy as she rose from the bed.
Yohan stepped close, tilted her chin, and pressed his lips to hers. Soft flesh met soft flesh; their breath warmed each other’s skin. The heat against her philtrum was electric.
Eileen’s only reaction was a few faint twitches. There was no sign she might wake.
He slid a hand to the small of her back and rubbed his lips against hers several times, savoring the silken give of them, before speaking again.
“Eileen, you’re being so good. Open your mouth for me.”
“Ah……”
Her lips parted slowly. It was hard to believe this was the same girl who, only minutes earlier, had been begging him to stop the massage. She was utterly obedient now.
Without hurry, Yohan slipped his tongue inside. He tapped the tip lightly against her teeth, then let it glide deeper, twining lazily with hers.
Eileen’s brow furrowed a fraction, yet she offered no real resistance. She accepted his tongue with surprising ease.
Their tongues tangled wetly inside her mouth.
“Slurp… smack… chuu… mm… hmm……”
Even while receiving the kiss passively, Eileen soon began to answer his movements. She rose onto her toes, lifting her face a little higher.
When he cradled the back of her head and stroked her hair, she closed her eyes completely and sank deeper into the kiss.
They stayed locked together for several long, lingering minutes.
Once he felt she had grown accustomed, Yohan’s hand began to move. The palm that had rested at her waist slid lower and began to caress her ass.
He felt the soft, plump flesh tense under his fingers.
“Ah… nnh… chuu… mmph……”
Her breathing roughened. Her closed eyelids fluttered with clear discomfort.
Still, it was not enough to break the trance. Yohan grew bolder, kneading her ass more deliberately—slow, gentle squeezes that coaxed her arousal higher.
“Hmm… mm… chuu… slurp… nnh… haah… nn……”
He kept kissing her while he worked her ass. After ten or fifteen minutes of that thick, continuous attention, heat began to bloom through Eileen’s body. She started to rock her hips restlessly, rubbing herself against him in small, needy motions.
Yohan carefully angled his lower body away so his hard cock would not brush her. Even while pressing close enough to knead her ass thoroughly, he remained meticulous. One accidental prod of that soft body with his erection and the whole session would collapse.
After a while he lifted his hand away. Still kissing her, he trailed his fingers lightly up her spine as though tickling the skin, past her armpit, then bent his elbow and closed his palm over one breast.
“Hah…! Ahn… chuu… mmph… mm……”
Eileen’s shoulders jerked hard.
Yohan held the breast without moving and poured all his focus into the kiss, tapping the tip of his tongue against the roof of her mouth to keep her attention fixed there.
She twitched a few more times at the shoulders and waist, but that was all. Soon she was kissing him again with vacant concentration, eyes shut, tongue lapping sluggishly.
He tested her by giving the breast a firmer squeeze.
“Mmph… slurp… chuu-ru……”
She frowned faintly, yet the sensation still seemed to fall inside her tolerance. As long as he avoided anything truly rough—no sudden hard grips, no pinching of her nipples—she would not wake.
As long as she stayed under, almost anything was possible. Right now Eileen was registering his touch as pleasure. Keep kneading her like this and she would gradually accept more and more. The important thing was to make contact with him feel familiar, natural.
The forced massages of her breasts and ass while she was still awake had paid off. In game terms, he had unlocked previously forbidden zones.
Once permission was given, there was no taking it back. In her unconscious state she would now accept having her breasts and ass groped without warning, rationalizing it somehow. Even if she didn’t fully accept it, it no longer mattered. The first barrier of resistance had already loosened; after that he could always layer more suggestions and persuasion until she was pliable again.
“Chuu… mmph… smack… smack……”
The reason he had bothered unlocking her breasts and ass while she was conscious was simple: it was faster and easier that way.
An expert’s words and knowledge carried surprising authority.
A patient will usually obey a doctor even when the request has little to do with the actual treatment, trusting the doctor’s judgment over their own common sense.
Yohan and Eileen’s relationship worked the same way. When he groped her breasts and ass under the pretext of massage, she could not easily push him away. Her own sense of propriety collided with her faith in his professional authority.
On top of that, multiple earlier suggestions had already taught her to trust and rely on him. It was difficult for her to think anything truly bad of him.
That authority worked even more effectively while she still had her reason intact than it did once she was fully hypnotized, because she could use logic to suppress her instinctive revulsion at something that violated common sense.
In the end Eileen had trapped herself in a contradiction and given him permission of her own free will. Because she believed Yohan would never do anything wrong, she looked the other way even when he did.
Of course… that method only worked up to a point. Even with an expert’s authority, he could not push much further. Even Eileen would never accept “let’s have sex as part of the massage.”
From here on, it was back to hypnosis and suggestion.
“Mm… hmm… mph… slurp… chuu……”
Their saliva mixed thickly inside her mouth. Eileen swallowed several times, throat working around his spit. The soft flush rising in her cheeks was lovely.
After a long, unhurried exchange of tongues and gentle fondling of her breasts and ass, Yohan finally drew his tongue free of her lips.
A clear, sticky strand stretched between their mouths.
Eileen’s mind was still fogged; she had not yet registered that the kiss had ended. Eyes closed, she continued to lap at empty air.
“Eileen, keep your eyes closed. You mustn’t open them, understand?”
“Yeees……”
With that short command, Yohan unfastened his pants and freed his cock. It stood thick and heavy, almost menacing in its size. He sat Eileen on the edge of the bed and carefully brought the tip of the glans to her tongue.
Lick. Lick.
“……Ah?”
She reflexively licked the head, then made a small sound of confusion.
“This… isn’t Teacher’s tongue……”
“Don’t worry about that. Just keep licking. And don’t open your eyes.”
“Yeees……”
Lick… lick…
Still dazed, Eileen stuck her tongue out again and began to lap at the glans. The careful way she extended the tip and swept it upward looked exactly like a kitten drinking milk.
Every time her plump tongue tip brushed the head, Yohan’s cock twitched hard. Eileen tilted her head as if the vibration puzzled her, yet she never quite managed to form a real suspicion. She neither stopped licking nor opened her eyes.
Satisfied, Yohan gave the next order.
“Don’t use only your tongue. Try your lips too. Give it a little kiss for me.”
“Yeees……”
Mwah♡
Without hesitation Eileen pressed her lips to the glans. It was the kind of soft, innocent bird-kiss new lovers might share—except for what she was actually kissing. Because her eyes were tightly shut, she still had no idea what her mouth was touching.
Yohan stroked the crown of her head a few times in praise.
Eileen’s lips curved in a shy little smile, and she kissed the cock several more times.
Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.
When he took his hand away she returned to licking, tongue sliding over the head once more.
The deliberate, almost seductive way she did it made Yohan’s cock throb even harder.
The sudden movement of his shaft made her lose the target. She let out a foolish little whimper of distress.
“Eh… ah……”
“It’s right here. Don’t open your eyes. Calm down. I’ll put it back for you—just stick your tongue out and lick the same way you were before.”
He brought the cock right in front of her face again. Eileen immediately settled and began lapping at the glans with renewed focus, as eager as a child who had just gotten her candy back.