Habit
“Ah……”
A dazed voice slipped from Eileen’s lips as the strength drained from her body. The light in her pupils slowly faded away.
“Don’t just stand there blankly. Come inside. Someone might see us out in the hallway, so let’s talk in here.”
“Yes……”
Yohan caught hold of Eileen’s limp form and drew her into the Infirmary. The door swung shut at once with a long, drawn-out creak.
Thud!
The door closed completely. He locked the handle as well. Whatever happened inside now, no one would be able to see it.
After seating Eileen on the sofa, Yohan checked her physical responses.
Her eyelids fluttered faintly; her brows twitched, betraying a lingering sense of unease. The consciousness he had temporarily shut down was gradually trying to surface again.
If he left her like this, she would soon regain awareness and wake. That was why additional measures were necessary.
“Eileen, focus your gaze on this pendulum. From now on, imagine your body slowly sinking. You’re descending into the deep sea right now. This place is a warm, cozy ocean—just like a mother’s amniotic fluid.”
“……”
“Your body sinks, yet you feel no gravity. The deeper you go, the lighter and fresher you begin to feel.”
“Ah……”
“Everything around you is quiet. Nothing stimulates you. Even thinking starts to feel bothersome. It’s comfortable and happy just to do whatever the voice tells you, without a single worry……”
He murmured the appropriate words while watching her progress. Little by little, Eileen’s reactions grew still. Having repeated this process so many times, it advanced quickly now. As her body came to find the hypnotic state comfortable and familiar, she readily surrendered her unconscious to him.
Once he judged she had entered a stable phase, Yohan finally put the pendulum away.
Eileen sat with her head gently bowed, mouth hanging open in a vacant daze. Yohan called to her carefully.
“Eileen, can you hear me clearly? Lift your head for me.”
“Yes……”
With unsteady, listless movements, Eileen raised her face.
Yohan stepped closer and gently took hold of her chin.
“May I kiss you, Eileen?”
“……Yes.”
After a brief silence she gave her assent. Something she would have refused while fully lucid, she accepted readily in her present state.
He had intended to kiss her even if she refused, but with her permission there was even less reason for restraint. Yohan brought his face close at once and pressed his lips to hers.
Their mouths met softly, exchanging a gentle sensation.
When his tongue slipped between her lips and tapped lightly against her teeth, Eileen did not resist; she opened for him. His tongue entered skillfully, wrapping around hers without delay.
“Mmmph…… schlick, chuu……”
Saliva tangled with saliva. When Yohan gathered his own and fed it to her in small amounts, Eileen swallowed it with a familiar gulp.
Even kissing was growing more natural for her. Pleased, he stroked the back of her head; the corners of her eyes curved in a soft, bashful smile. Half-lidded pupils stared straight up at him. In this very moment, her eyes were diligently engraving into her unconscious exactly who it was she was kissing so pleasurably.
“That’s enough kissing for now.”
After thoroughly mixing tongues and spit, Yohan drew his lips away. Eileen showed a look of regret and slyly stuck out her tongue.
He caught the protruding tip between his fingers, pushed it back inside, and spoke.
“Eileen. You skipped counseling yesterday and spent the whole day doing what, exactly? I’d like you to tell your teacher about it.”
“Yesterday……”
“Yesterday?”
“I went out…… into the city with my friend Nova…… and we played……”
Eileen spoke in halting fragments; Yohan supplied the prompting interjections.
“Just played and came back? When I ran into you in the hallway yesterday you looked unwell. Nothing happened outside?”
“That was…… um……”
“Don’t hesitate. Keep talking.”
“Yes…… After playing with Nova…… on the way back…… we boarded the subway……”
“And once you boarded?”
“Aah……”
Eileen worked her lips as if she did not want to continue.
Yohan pressed her.
“You have to finish the story, don’t you? Cutting yourself off mid-sentence is a very bad habit. Don’t stop—keep going. Come now. Your teacher is curious about what happened to you.”
“Ugh, yeees……”
Her lips trembling, Eileen opened her mouth in faltering pieces.
“The moment I got on the subway…… strange fantasies wouldn’t stop…… and I got aroused……”
Aroused, was it.
Yohan gently stroked his chin.
“Strange fantasies—specifically what kind?”
“The adult video I watched the day before…… the one about being molested on the subway……”
“So the image of the girl in that video kept overlapping with yourself. Is that right?”
“Yes……”
“The suggestion I planted the day before yesterday seems to have settled nicely. As expected, your suggestibility is high—you’re a pleasure to mold.”
“……?”
Eileen tilted her head in confusion at the abrupt remark, but Yohan paid it no mind and continued.
“There, there. You don’t need to feel embarrassed. Talking to your teacher isn’t something to be ashamed of. And what happened on the subway isn’t the least bit strange, so don’t dwell on it. Worrying over every little thing only tires you out. Isn’t that so?”
“Ah…… Yes, that’s right……”
While reinforcing the suggestion he had laid earlier, Yohan slowly eased away her sense of dissonance.
Confirming that her breathing was gradually steadying, he posed the next question.
“By the way—public molestation…… is that perhaps your preference?”
“……”
Once again Eileen gave no answer. In the same flat, uninflected voice, Yohan pressed her without mercy.
“Why no answer? Being handled roughly, being put through humiliating things—that’s your preference, isn’t it? Go on and say yes.”
“It…… is.”
Eileen answered with a reluctant expression, as though she disliked giving a reply that did not match her own thoughts.
But once the words had left her mouth, there was no taking them back. That answer would remain in her unconscious, a thorn ready to torment her whenever it chose.
“That’s enough suggestion for now. Your mind already looks nice and pliable, so let’s start developing your body more thoroughly. Come here and kiss me again, won’t you?”
“Yes……”
Eileen offered her face of her own accord and pressed her lips to his. Half-lidded eyes locked with his in a bewitching gaze. She stuck out her tongue herself and awkwardly twined it with Yohan’s.
“Chuu, schlick, mmm, huum…… churululu……”
Without needing detailed instructions she tangled tongues and mixed saliva on her own. These acts, too, were gradually becoming second nature to her.
Familiarity was more frightening than anything. Habits that sank into the body would slowly erode any sense of wrongness, turning the unnatural into the natural. He needed to engrave the habit more thoroughly still. Later, even while fully awake, if he suddenly kissed her she would twine her tongue with his without even knowing why.
Leaving Eileen to work her tongue diligently, Yohan slipped a hand under her arm.
When he applied a little pressure and lifted, she rose in time with the motion.
While the kiss continued, he wrapped an arm around her lower back and kneaded her buttocks. The plump, well-fleshed cheeks filled his palm completely.
“Nngh…… mmm. Schlick, chuu…… haaah……”
Sweet moans began to mingle with Eileen’s breath. Her exhalations grew a little rougher, tickling the philtrum of the man opposite her. Her brows furrowed slightly, yet she showed no strong sign of rejection.
Yohan’s hand glided up her soft body and this time cupped one of the gently swelling breasts. Though double-layered by underwear and outer clothing, the sensation was still soft and pleasant enough.
But nothing short of bare skin would truly satisfy. He slid his hand downward and slipped it inside her clothes.
“Hnn……”
The raw heat of skin against skin made Eileen’s shoulders give a sharp twitch. To distract her, Yohan cupped the back of her head with his other arm and deepened the kiss more aggressively.
“Mmm, um, huum, schlick, churululu……”
Confirming that the twitching in her shoulders was subsiding, he resumed the caresses he had paused.
The hand inside her clothes slowly traced upward along her skin until it met the underside of her breast. Following the curve around to her back, it deftly unhooked the clasp and drew the bra free from beneath her clothing.
Without even removing her outer layer, Yohan slipped his hand back inside and began to fondle her bare chest.
Never roughly—only with soft, deliberate motions. He kneaded the breasts as if teasing them, circling the areolae in lazy spirals. Her thoroughly aroused nipples stood stiff, begging to be pinched, yet he neither quite touched nor quite denied them, hovering only around the vital points while gradually warming her body.
The arm that had cradled the back of her head also drifted lower. Fingers glided down the length of her spine, tapped once against her coccyx, then lightly seized a handful of her rear.
He had skipped the usual preliminaries and put her under hypnosis at once. There was plenty of time. Unhurried as always, Yohan continued to torment Eileen’s body at a leisurely pace.
For minutes, for tens of minutes—on and on. He kept the caresses going until she was so thoroughly worked up she could no longer bear it.
“Mmmph…… schlick, chuu, huuuh……♡ Nngh……”
At a certain point the tongue that had been inviting the kiss grew more and more urgent.
Her pelvis and thighs fidgeted constantly, speaking for the state of her heart.
Judging the moment ripe, Yohan parted their lips and asked,
“How do you feel right now?”
“It’s too frustrating……”
“Frustrating exactly where? Here?”
He gently stroked her lower abdomen as he spoke.
“Ah, aah…… Yes, yeees……”
Eileen answered, her pelvis twitching and trembling.