I've learned something good
I've learned something good
[Nora Pleadeor falls into a trance state.]
Stroll stroll.
"Hmm, gotcha."
I walked to the entrance of the lecture hall after confirming that Nora had fallen into a trance.
The time is 7:20 AM.
There was still plenty of time before the first lecture, but it wasn't exactly a time to be relaxing.
For some reason, the other students hadn't arrived yet, but there was no telling how long that would last.
Therefore, everything had to be handled quickly and efficiently before any interrupters arrived.
Click.
I peeked my head out to scan the hallway, then locked the lecture hall door.
Then I quickly ran behind Nora and placed my hands near the back of her head.
Whoosh.
Just like with Reya-noona, a cloud-like galaxy spread out between my hands.
"Whoa, look at that splendor. It's like she's advertising that she's a genius; it's just dazzling."
Seeing the brilliant, multicolored galaxy filling every direction, as if to prove that the "once-in-a-century talent" rumor wasn't just talk, an exclamation naturally escaped my lips.
I stared blankly at Nora's mental world for a moment before snapping back to reality.
Let's save the appreciation for later.
Now was the time to plant the suggestions for hypnotic conditioning.
To do that, I first needed to decide on the concept for how to condition Nora Pleadeor...
"Concept, huh..."
For Reya-noona, I decided on an exhibitionist concept, fitting her timid, gloomy personality and the complex terrain of the library.
So, what kind of concept would fit Nora?
The person I knew as Nora Pleadeor was a hard worker who constantly polished herself, and at the same time, a narcissist whose nose was stuck in the clouds because of her talent, which was touted as the best in the Empire.
On top of that, even if her figure was a bit slender, her skin was like white jade, enough to make any noble jealous, and her face was stunningly pretty, so it was only natural that her confidence and self-esteem were sky-high.
"......"
Well, there's not much to worry about.
Actually, I already had an idea of how to condition Nora Pleadeor.
Since our Nora Pleadeor-yang's pride is as hard as orichalcum, I'd kill two birds with one stone: protect that pride while getting a bonus for the immorality of it all. No matter how much I harass her or give her lewd orders, she wouldn't properly realize it. She'd despise me with her mouth, but her body would move lewdly according to my commands—that would be perfect! I had been meticulously planning this while letting my delusions run wild.
When? During lectures.
Besides, I had already made plans for all the other girls rumored to be pretty, not just Nora.
"I didn't think I'd get to use this so soon."
I had thought about messing with Nora someday, but I had given up for now, thinking there were no points of contact, no friendship, and no chance to be alone like this. I was really lucky.
Anyway, enough reminiscing. I reached out into Nora's multicolored mental world to begin planting the suggestions in earnest.
Halt.
"...But how do I plant the suggestion to get the result I want...?"
The conditioning direction I pursued for the librarian-noona was simple.
If she gets stressed, her sexual desire increases.
She becomes interested in exhibitionist play.
When in a secluded place, thoughts related to exhibitionism pop up.
A clear structure: If [DO], then [ACTION].
The purpose of the conditioning was also clear enough to be summarized in one word: exhibitionism.
However, the conditioning method I was demanding for Nora Pleadeor this time was a bit difficult from the start.
Play that forces only actions while in a state of conditional sensation, perception, and cognitive impairment.
Preserve Nora Pleadeor's arrogant and cheeky ego as much as possible.
Do not have her feel any form of affection for me.
Do not let her arbitrarily refuse my conversations or interactions.
Obey my words.
Obey my words, but perceive it as her doing a special favor if it's a trivial order.
If it's a lewd and vulgar order, she should get angry and ask why she has to do such things, while simultaneously mocking and despising me. But her body must obey my command, and even in that state, she shouldn't realize or perceive it, trying to act as if nothing happened.
Even if I sexually harass her or go further, she should only pour out light insults and contempt, without imposing sanctions or taking separate measures, etc...
Just listing the requirements was complex and difficult.
I pondered for a moment and then concluded.
Let's play the long game.
This doesn't seem like something that can be done by planting one or two suggestions and reinforcing them.
It's a long-term project where I have to plant them one by one, like entering commands into a golem, and adjust them as I check her status.
We aren't going to see each other for just a day or two, and if it really doesn't work out, I can just change the concept later.
For now, I just need to push the complex parts aside and do the relatively simple groundwork.
I reached out again with my hand that had paused.
[Nora Pleadeor does not arbitrarily ignore or cut off conversations with Victor Haust, nor does she leave her seat.]
Since conversation would be difficult if that didn't work, I'll plant this one first.
[Nora Pleadeor does not take any private sanctions, legal, or administrative measures against Victor Haust and lets things slide generously.]
I'll also plant a safety net so my family doesn't get ruined.
[Nora Pleadeor does not guard against or suspect Victor Haust.]
I'll take measures so others can't interfere, just in case.
I thought about planting a few more suggestions here, but I stopped.
It's not something that can be done in a rush, and I should save some for our cute little Reya-noona later.
Thus, it took about 4 minutes to put Nora into a trance and get this far.
Fortunately, no interrupters appeared during that time.
Now, all that's left is to open the lecture hall door and release Nora from her trance.
But wait.
"Since I've already started, shouldn't we take a commemorative photo? This is all a memory, after all~."
I took the camera out from inside my clothes.
I was too lazy to stop by the dormitory after school, so I brought it with me when I came to school, and that turned out to be lucky.
"Alright, smiling for the camera, Nora-yang~."
There was no response from the other party, but that didn't really matter.
I hummed and shoved the camera screen toward Nora.
Click.
The image of her sitting with her arms hanging down, looking blank because she was in a trance, was captured on the camera film.
Click, click.
I took photos from the front so her pretty face would come out well, and from the side and semi-side so her sharp nose and eyelashes would stand out.
It's a pity that I couldn't change her poses like I did with the librarian-noona because of the lack of time and the location, but what can you do?
As a consolation, I'll finish the 1st Nora Photo Shoot by crawling under the lecture hall desk and taking a photo by pushing the camera between her slightly parted legs.
"Hehe, rewarding."
I nodded, half-regretful and half-satisfied, unlocked the lock I had placed on the entrance, and checked for any presence outside.
The result: no presence at all.
Today is definitely my lucky day.
Alright, let's keep this momentum going and finish cleanly.
I returned to my seat and prepared to release Nora from her trance.
'Ah, damn, the corners of my mouth are going up on their own.'
Thinking that this girl is now mine, the corners of my mouth kept twitching and trying to creep up just by looking at Nora's face.
Focus, focus!
I slapped my cheeks to get pumped up and released Nora Pleadeor's trance state.
[Nora Pleadeor is released from her trance state.]
"......?"
Blink blink.
Her eyelids slowly closed and opened, and light gradually returned to her unfocused eyes.
'Hmm. But if I leave her like that, how would she usually perceive and accept the current situation? Narcolepsy? Or would she just take it as zoning out?'
Curiosity flared up, but now wasn't the time to indulge in curiosity, so I put it aside for now.
"Are you alright, Nora-yang?"
I spoke up to prevent Nora, who hadn't fully regained her senses yet, from thinking about anything else.
"...Mind your own business. I was just thinking about something else for a moment. More importantly, I'm sure I told you not to make me repeat myself... Do you find my words funny?"
Perhaps because I spoke to her, her dazed mind fully woke up; the smooth space between Nora's brows crumpled again as she glared at me.
What a prickly personality.
"[I had no such intention, but I apologize for the unintended rudeness.]"
I quickly bowed my head and worked my tongue hard, even using hypnosis to soothe her mood.
But despite my efforts, Nora turned her head away with a huff, as if she had nothing more to say to me.
It's heartless to tell me to get lost after accepting all the flattery and having her fun, but what can a low-ranking noble like me do?
"...I apologize."
I bowed my head and turned my back on her, moving to a sunny window seat at the back of the lecture hall.
'Phew, that's tough.'
As I plopped down into the chair, fatigue washed over me.
Even though I only planted three suggestions, the mental energy consumption was significant.
If I hadn't been able to control my greed and planted a few more, I might have just passed out on the lecture hall desk, forgetting about studying.
Still, I think it's not a bad start.
I didn't have a proper connection with Nora yet, but I made a connection and took the first step in hypnotic conditioning, so this isn't bad.
I don't know if I'll have a perfect situation like today next time, but I'll be able to approach her much more easily than before, right?
'Hehe, the photos came out well.'
I spread my major textbooks on the desk and took out the camera from under the desk to check the photos I had just taken.
Photos of Nora Pleadeor sitting blankly while in a trance.
They aren't particularly special photos yet, but I think the last one is not bad at all to commemorate the first shoot.
A photo where the inside of her skirt is slightly visible between her parted knees.
The black pantyhose that tightly wrapped around her legs, and the dark shadow inside the skirt, another layer.
Protected and hidden by so many layers, Nora's underwear, which showed off an even clearer presence, created a lascivious fragrance along with her plump pussy lips.
At the same time, the camera angle was made to point slightly upward, capturing Nora Pleadeor's face in the same composition as her underwear.
The kick here is that the overall composition was taken from under the desk, so it's not just taking lewd photos blindly, but creating a sense of immorality by secretly taking pictures of a private place that shouldn't be shown in daily life without the person knowing.
I don't know how many photos I've taken, but this photo gave me a great realization.
There's a certain turn-on to lifting the skirt yourself and showing it off lewdly and explicitly.
But secretly taking a photo of something hidden when it's defenselessly slightly exposed gives the photographer much more excitement and a sense of immorality.
'Kya, I should take more photos with this concept from now on.'
Alternating between looking at Nora's back sitting in the front of the lecture hall and Nora in the photo, I nodded with satisfaction.
