New training subject
New training subject
Click.
Click-click.
I moved around, snapping several photos of Reya-noona lifting her skirt and spreading her legs on her own.
After taking a normal shot from the front, I'd squat right in front of her to take an upward angle, or shove the screen right up against her panties, where the camel toe was clearly visible.
While taking such close-up photos...
Sniff, sniff.
The scent of our Reya-noona's skin would waft over.
A faint smell of ammonia would brush past the tip of my nose.
After finishing the satisfying photo shoot, I stretched out.
"Feels like a thousand years of fatigue just washed away."
If you were in a normal relationship with a normal person, you'd almost never see something like this.
Unless she's a whore, what kind of crazy woman would want to do this to herself?
And to take pictures of it and preserve it forever? So that others could easily see it if things went south?
Unless there's a massive status gap, that's not easy.
But hypnosis makes this possible.
It can make her do such lewd poses with a smile on her face.
"Especially that crooked, awkward smile—it's truly the highlight."
That facial expression probably happened because she isn't naturally the type to smile often, but doesn't that actually make it more charming and turn-on?
Honestly, I want to knock her down and fuck her like a dog right now... but I decided to make a big effort and let her slide.
Actually, it's also because I feel like if I touch even a single finger wrong, she'll wake up immediately...
Besides, things like this are always better when you let them simmer, simmer, and simmer some more; eating them when they're fully ripe doubles the taste and satisfaction.
Unless I make some incredibly retarded mistake, I won't get caught before I get a taste, so there's no need to be impatient; I can just enjoy the waiting time like the fox in the fairy tale.
Of course, that just means I won't fuck her pussy; I'll be doing everything else.
"Well, I'm done for today... but it's still a bit of a shame."
I returned Reya-noona to her original position and posture so she wouldn't notice, then smacked my lips and muttered to myself.
Checking my pocket watch, it's been just over 30 minutes since I put her into a trance.
Just by the feel of it, it seems like there's still a bit of time left.
So, even if I leave fucking Reya-noona for future enjoyment, I should have enough time to grab those firm buttocks and play with them... but if I touch them now, I feel like I won't be able to hold back and will cross the line, so I can't bring myself to touch her...
Of course, if I knead her ass like dough, she'd wake up immediately, screaming like she's in a doghouse, but wouldn't it be okay to just give it one good squeeze?
While thinking such trivial thoughts in the back of my mind, I grabbed Reya-noona's shoulders and shook her awake.
Tap, tap, tap.
Shake.
Shake-shake-shake.
[Reya Bennett's trance state is being released.]
"...Ugh... Uung...?"
After grabbing her shoulders and shaking her lightly for about 10 seconds, Reya-noona started to regain consciousness, letting out a moan.
This suggestion to fall into a deep trance state is working better than I thought.
I just set it so she wouldn't wake up in the middle, but it worked better than expected.
It seems like it even synergized with the dulling of her five senses; maybe it really would have been fine to knead her ass once.
"Reya-noona, are you okay?"
"Eh...? H-hek...?!!? I, I'm okay...!"
I spoke to Reya-noona, pretending I didn't know anything.
Reya-noona, who had looked dazed, turned toward me at the sound of my voice, then seemed startled by how close I was, recoiling in surprise.
"Noona, are you really okay? You suddenly stopped and stood there blankly for a long time... Are you sick somewhere?"
Regardless, I continued my act with a straight face.
"...Yes? Uh... Yes, y-yes... I'm okay..."
Reya-noona rolled her eyes repeatedly, as if confused by the current situation.
But that was only for a moment; soon, she approached me hesitantly and bowed her head, apologizing.
"I, I'm sorry... I suddenly spaced out while guiding you..."
There was no sign of her suspecting or being wary of me in her demeanor.
Roughly speaking, she seemed to dismiss it as just feeling a bit off and didn't pay much attention to it.
In this case, there's nothing more to worry about.
"It's okay, it's okay. Things like that happen. More importantly, are you really okay, Reya-noona? If you're sick or something, there's no need to push yourself."
"Eh?"
I accepted Reya-noona's apology with a relaxed mind.
Then, I acted concerned for Reya-noona, telling her that the books weren't urgent and that it was fine for her to go rest.
Reya-noona was startled and adamantly refused my consideration, saying she was really fine.
But as is typical for pushovers, they are the type of people who get choked up when their refusal is refused, and since she already had a history of losing her mental grip, all she could do in the end was accept my consideration.
"Th-then, I'll be going now...... Th-uh, ugh..."
Bow.
Scurry-scurry-scurry.
Reya-noona, who had been opening and closing her mouth as if she wanted to say something, soon bowed her head as if resigned and hurried away with quick, short steps.
Now that she's like that, she'll probably feel sorry for me, feel a bit of guilt, and think she should treat me better next time we meet, right?
I did it for that reason, so I hope she does.
If not, well, that's a shame.
Then I'll just use hypnosis again~.
+++
The next day, after returning to the dormitory and getting a good night's sleep.
Because of the recoil from the magic tool, I had gone to bed early and woken up early, becoming a young man, and I left the dormitory much earlier than usual.
I didn't have any particular destination; my goal was just to wander around the vast Imperial Academy aimlessly.
It was just starting to dawn, so it wasn't very bright, but there were several students scurrying around.
Most of them were Knight Department students running their morning laps, and occasionally I saw staff, Magic Department students, or General Department students.
Their attire varied slightly depending on their department.
It wasn't because the uniforms were different for each department, but because it was early May and chilly in the morning before the sun had fully risen.
The indoor-type Magic and General Department students were mostly walking around in long sleeves and robes, whereas our energetic Knight Department students were passionately dedicated to their morning training, wearing short sleeves, shorts, and sometimes tank tops that I couldn't tell apart from underwear.
What a desirable sight.
Our Magic and General Department students need to learn from that.
Of course, I'm talking about the female students, not the men.
Those guys in the Knight Department are so desperate to show off, they always take their shirts off when they run.
They're absolute lunatics.
"Hmm. But there's really no one who stands out."
But eye candy is eye candy.
My original goal was to scout for new prey besides Reya-noona, but when I actually try to find someone, no one catches my eye.
This is all because my standards got higher after getting the magic tool.
Thinking that I can fuck anyone if I just put in the effort, it's like... junk food-like bitches don't catch my eye anymore.
As I said before, it's quite troublesome. Troublesome.
Anyway, after wandering around the grounds and evaluating the faces and bodies of the women, I hugged my heavy textbooks and headed to the main building of the academy.
I'd love to focus on hypnotic training all day, but unfortunately, this is the Imperial Academy, one of the continent's leading prestigious educational institutions.
Even if you can enter relatively easily through the noble admission process, graduation is not permitted for those who are unqualified.
Of course, it's not like there's zero corruption, but that's irrelevant to a rural side-branch kid like me, so for a guy like me, studying hard is the only answer.
Click.
Slide.
"Huh? Why is there no one here?"
Tilting my head, I checked the classroom nameplate again and walked inside.
Usually, about 10 people would be here studying at this time, but for some reason, only one person was holding down the fort in the classroom today.
Tsk.
Perhaps annoyed by me looking around, the student who arrived before me glared at me up and down and clicked her tongue.
"......"
Nora Pleadeor.
The top student of the 1st-year Magic Department, the current Magic Tower Master's disciple, and a self-proclaimed genius who is rumored to be the next Magic Tower Master—a being adorned with countless modifiers.
But in my eyes, she's just a lowly orphan brat who doesn't even know who her parents are.
It was extremely annoying to see such a bitch acting all high and mighty just because she was born with some talent... but unfortunately, her social status is overwhelmingly higher than mine.
So, what is the appropriate action for me to take here?
"Good morning, Ms. Pleadeor."
I approached the high-and-mighty person with a bright smile, acting like I hadn't heard anything, and greeted her politely.
What can you do? A loser has to grovel like a loser.
If I were to butt heads with this lowly orphan brat here, my entire family would be ruined.
'Ah, fuck. The academy is great, but I hate this. There are too many people I have to walk on eggshells around.'
I swallowed my complaint and observed Nora's reaction.
Her crimson eyes glared at me from behind her long, messy bangs.
"Hmph."
The response, as expected, was silence.
'Did this bitch hit menopause at her age? What did I even do to deserve her acting like this?'
Rumor has it she hates nobles so much that people say she might have been raped by one when she was young, but if she wants to act out, she should resolve it with the people involved; why take it out on me, an innocent bystander? It's truly unfair.
'Well, looking at her, it wouldn't be strange if she had been raped...'
Silky silver hair cascading down to her waist. Crimson eyes that looked almost bewitching beyond that.
For a commoner, her skin was so white, like snow, and her features were delicate; it was a face that ten out of ten people would call pretty.
However, her small frame, as if advertising that she grew up malnourished, and her chest and hips were no different from a child's, yet her overall aura was so haughty and bewitching that those things didn't look like flaws at all.
"Hmm. Should I try to nail her?"
I pondered for a moment, then opened my mouth again.
"[If I have offended you, Ms. Pleadeor, I apologize.]"
Naturally, there was no response.
"[If you could tell me what the problem was, I will be careful not to do it again.]"
Naturally, ignored again.
"[As a fellow, albeit lacking, mage, I have been admiring Ms. Pleadeor's brilliant talent and the way you continue to hone yourself without resting on your laurels.]"
Oh. This time, her eyebrows twitched.
I seized the momentum and continued to butter her up, scraping together every bit of flattery I could.
"[If it's alright with you, could you-]"
"Ha, cut the lip service."
Then, Nora cut me off and snapped her head around.
'She's finally looking at me?'
I wanted to be happy about that, but looking at her expression, she looked so vicious that it seemed like she wanted to smash my crown with a textbook the size of an encyclopedia, so I hurriedly took a step back.
Strange.
I had just confirmed through yesterday's experiment that using hypnosis for persuasion, flattery, and lies—rather than orders or instructions—increased the success rate by more than double.
According to my bad friends who became test subjects for me, it hits the ears like an actor speaking, and it seems to have more appeal than usual... I was running my mouth hard in that state, but I have no idea what part she didn't like to make her act like that.
Is it because she's uneducated?
I swallowed dryly and kept a close eye on Nora's reaction.
"..."
"......"
"...If you have business, do it quickly and get lost."
'Ah, shit. I got scared for nothing.'
'Acting all prickly when she secretly liked it.'
'Then again, when would a lowly bitch have ever heard such words? Especially when a noble like me is voluntarily groveling, with hypnosis turned on, wagging my tail.'
'Of course, if I hadn't used the magic tool, she probably would have ignored me no matter what I said, but anyway, the result is good, so cheers~.'
While smiling a victory smile on the inside, I feigned a serious expression on the outside and continued the conversation.
"[If it's alright with you, would you give someone as insignificant as me a chance to build a friendship with you, Ms. Pleadeor?]"
'I want to get close to you.'
"Ha, you seem to have an eye for things, but... why should I get close to someone like you?"
At this, Nora made a 'just as I thought' expression, curled her lips up as if I were pathetic, and gave me a look of utter contempt.
Then she poured out a barrage of insulting words at me.
Naturally, I lowered my eyes, pretending to be slightly pitiful, and stayed still.
Because if you glare when a high-and-mighty person is using you as an emotional trash can, you're not going to have a good time.
At this point, I already had everything I wanted.
There was no longer any sign of wariness or suspicion toward me on the face of the bitch who was busy mocking me.
All that was left was contempt, mockery, and a sense of superiority, maybe a sneer toward me?
"If you got that, stop bothering me and get lost. Don't make me repeat myself. Got it?"
Nora, who had been looking relieved after spitting out those last words, suddenly froze.
[Nora Pleadeor falls into a trance state.]
"Alright, alright, we don't have time, so let's get this over with quickly."
It's time for me to teach my poor, uneducated friend, Nora, the proper demeanor of a woman.