Counseling
“……Teacher is starting to get a little irritated now. Just how long do you intend to keep acting spoiled?”
“Ah, ah…?”
Yohan’s voice had gone flat and heavy. At the sudden shift in his manner, Eileen could only stare blankly and let out a questioning sound.
He gave her no time to collect herself, speaking in a deliberately stern tone.
“Hurry up and finish so we can go. I want to rest soon myself. I have no desire to waste any more time on something this trivial.”
“I-I’m sorry…”
Eileen offered the apology in a thoroughly cowed voice—even though this was not a situation that called for her apology at all.
It was exactly the reaction Yohan had expected. Even without hypnosis, once a person is cowed they begin trying to display whatever behavior the other wants, even when it runs somewhat counter to common sense. The technique was closer to gaslighting than hypnotherapy. Insofar as it could steer someone in the desired direction, there might not be much difference. He could have continued needling her guilt or applying the whip like this, but…
Pushing too hard isn’t good.
As he had already noted, Eileen’s sense of dissonance could grow. The Teacher Yohan who lived in her heart had to remain, always, a kind and trustworthy figure.
He was a man who knew how to use even his own emotions with cold rationality.
He kept glancing at her, gauging the line, watching for any swelling of unease or any sign she might be about to wake.
At this point he decided it was time to return, appropriately, to the kind Teacher Yohan.
“……I’m sorry, Eileen. I showed an unsightly side of myself during counseling. I’m only human, after all—I must have grown impatient.”
“Ah, n-no… it’s not. I-I’m the one who’s sorry, uh, sorry…”
Faced with Yohan’s grave, sincere apology, Eileen felt a flicker of guilt herself. Naturally kind by disposition and half-sunk already in something like a dream, she could not bring herself to blame him.
It felt as though she had done something wrong, as though she had committed some great sin. Once she woke it would crumble away like a fleeting dream, but in this moment it would exert a powerful influence on the way she acted.
After a long hesitation, Eileen finally began to stimulate herself, little by little.
Squelch… squelch, squelch…
Wet friction filled the quiet room.
When she applied simultaneous stimulation to her clitoris and the inside of her vagina exactly as Yohan had taught her, climax arrived almost at once.
This was already her second orgasm. Eileen pressed her lips tightly together, bracing for the massive wave of pleasure that was about to hit.
“Ugh, kuh…!”
Her face flushed so scarlet it looked ready to burst.
For an instant her vision went pure white. Multicolored fireworks seemed to explode inside her skull. Whether it was only her imagination or not, the sensation felt a little stronger than the climax she had reached through her nipples alone.
Eileen’s hips convulsed wildly. Her mouth hung slightly open in something like wonder; her tongue peeked out, and one or two drops of saliva dripped down to wet the upper swell of her breasts.
Yohan stroked the hair of the girl still blankly adrift in the afterglow and offered praise.
“Well done. See? You can do it perfectly well when you try.”
“Haa… haah… uh… th-thank you…”
“From now on, just masturbate like this. You can manage it alone, can’t you?”
“Yeees…”
“Good. Then today’s counseling ends here. Three, two, one, zero. Ding.”
“Ah…”
The moment he declared the session over, Yohan finished counting the numbers he had left unfinished earlier. Eileen, who had been slowly sitting up at the news that counseling was finished, went limp as if a switch had been flipped; her limbs slackened and she sank into the sofa.
Having been put to sleep and woken again and again only moments before, her mind had grown accustomed to slipping into a trance state. Simply counting numbers in that particular voice was enough to send her under.
Of course, that was true only for the present. The human mind possesses a certain homeostasis; by tomorrow she would recover a more or less normal mental state. Then it would no longer be so easy to put her under at will, like a toy. He would have to spend another entire day counting, putting her to sleep, waking her, and repeating the cycle.
Still, some traces would remain. From now on he would be able to drop her into a deep trance more easily than before.
“Eileen, you must never tell anyone what happened today.”
“……?”
“Revealing the contents of a counseling session to others is not a good thing. If even a client’s privacy cannot be properly protected, who would ever come for counseling? This is a basic rule. Keep it strictly.”
“Ah…”
Eileen nodded blankly, as if she understood.
There was something faintly absurd about asking the client herself to safeguard the client’s secrets.
The person in question, however, was deeply asleep and seemed to feel no strangeness at all. Once in a trance state a subject lacks the thinking capacity to weigh context or situation; a plausible scrap of logic was all that was required.
Yohan brought his lips close to her ear and began to whisper several things, slowly.
He was reinforcing and strengthening both the new suggestions implanted today and the ones already in place.
“Eileen, do you know who the person in front of you is?”
“Yohan… Teacher…”
“What kind of person do you think Teacher Yohan is?”
“Kind… and trustworthy… And also…”
“Also?”
“……A little bit… a scary person…”
“Hmm.”
Already a distortion had appeared in the suggestion.
It was no doubt the result of the cold, irritable performance he had put on earlier to hurry her along.
Distortions of this sort had to be properly resolved each time they arose. Otherwise problems could surface in unexpected places.
That was precisely why even deeply rooted existing suggestions needed continuous checking whenever an opportunity presented itself. The human mind is delicate; one never knows where or how something might go wrong.
Yohan whispered several prepared excuses meant to convince her.
“That isn’t so, Eileen. Teacher Yohan is absolutely not a scary person.”
“……?”
“Teacher is always thinking of you. Even when it looks as though he’s angry, everything he does is for your sake. As you know, guiding a student onto the right path sometimes requires a measure of discipline. Showing a strict face now and then is unavoidable.”
“Unavoidable…?”
“Yes. So you alone must understand Teacher. He would never do anything that could harm you.”
“Must… understand…”
“Teacher is always working hard for your sake. It wouldn’t make sense for you not to understand that. In the end, everything is for you.”
“Ah…”
In what possible way was any of this for Eileen’s sake? Even Yohan, who was implanting the suggestion, did not know. But it did not matter. What mattered was not logical cause and effect; what mattered was getting her to accept it somehow.
If he kept implanting situation-appropriate excuses and bringing her to acceptance like this, the day would come when he could suddenly strike her, slap her face, and she would still rationalize it on her own, conveniently deciding that Yohan’s actions made perfect sense.
To put it vulgarly… she would become like a battered wife. No matter what was done to her, she would rationalize that his true nature was kind.
After that, Yohan continued the reinforcement work without pause.
Through repeated whispers and emphatic repetition, the Teacher Yohan inside Eileen’s mind was strengthened from a merely trustworthy figure into someone she could rely on, and elevated from a kind person into a thoroughly good man who would never, ever do anything bad.
He also re-reinforced the suggestions he had laid down that day, and finally…
“Eileen, what are you supposed to do when you return to your room?”
“I have to… masturbate.”
“You’re remembering correctly.”
It was the suggestion he had planted the previous day before releasing her from the trance: masturbate at least once every day.
That was why she had suddenly tried to masturbate last night as if she were in heat.
It was also why she had been unable to concentrate properly in class all day. She had fallen asleep without finishing, so a restless feeling had kept nagging at her—as though she had left some necessary homework undone.
Yohan had never expected her to stop midway through masturbation and simply fall asleep.
If she had resisted the suggestion she would have gone to bed without touching herself at all; if she had been unable to resist, he had assumed she would climax at least once before sleeping.
Well, thanks to that he had been treated to an amusing spectacle—but unexpected developments like today’s did not suit his temperament.
He had not taken today’s risks merely for the pleasure of watching her masturbate a little.
The nightly masturbation order was necessary for the training that lay ahead. He refused to allow setbacks caused by unforeseen variables.
As he had already said, this work had to proceed with extreme delicacy. Any error had to be corrected at once.
When Eileen returned to her room she would be able to recall, faintly, what had happened in the infirmary today. She would masturbate exactly as Yohan had taught her, and her fear of orgasm would be gone. He had deliberately taken the risk of partially waking her consciousness precisely in order to produce that effect.
“Anyway, this should be enough.”
Having finished the rough inspection and reinforcement, Yohan prepared to wake Eileen.