2-3 Mera Laundry's New Wife (Amy - Hypnosis NTL Sex♥) (1)
Three days after arriving in the capital, Berthel. Gaon finally stepped out of the lodging Heart had arranged for him and took a look around the streets.
The first day, he'd arrived quite late, so there hadn't been time to wander. The second day had slipped away while he was fooling around with Heart. He knew he should probably hold back a bit, but Heart was just too tempting—and his incubus libido was off the charts.
Anyway.
"No wonder the streets feel so chaotic."
Out on the main thoroughfare, Gaon scanned his surroundings. Just like the first day, crowds of people filled the road, milling about noisily in every direction. But here and there, he spotted armed men. It didn't seem like just the bustle of a big city. Otherwise, they wouldn't have those fierce expressions plastered on their faces.
For a moment, he worried they might have caught on to his infiltration, but Heart denied it.
"Looks like there was some incident last night. They don't usually stay this on edge. It's just temporary."
Heart, walking beside him, explained cautiously. As they strolled along leisurely with nothing much happening, they even got stopped by soldiers for a quick identity check. Luckily, thanks to the fake ID and papers Heart had prepared, they passed without issue.
Sudden inspections like that weren't unique to Gaon—similar scenes played out all over the streets. The citizens grumbled about the inconvenience, but it just went to show how big and serious the night's event must have been.
The atmosphere in the city was tense, to say the least.
"Gaon, what do you want to do? Just in case..."
"Nah, it's fine."
Heart asked with concern, but Gaon answered without a second thought. He had no idea what had gone down in the capital last night, nor did he care.
"Let's get moving."
More importantly, they had work to do. If they dawdled, that scary knight lady might come sniffing around again.
Following Heart's guidance, they arrived at their destination: a laundry shop.
"These are the people who perfectly match the conditions you requested, Gaon."
Heart pointed across the street to the shop. "The Mera couple. They've made substantial donations to the church lately. That gives them enough standing to request meetings with most church folks. Plus, they haven't been in the capital long, so they're not well-known around here."
Inside the laundry, a man and woman worked diligently with earnest expressions. They seemed like a married couple, beaming with pride in their labor. It was almost enviable, the way they threw themselves into the work together.
"They must be pretty devout. A laundry can't bring in much money."
To donate that much, they'd probably have to empty their lifelong savings.
At Gaon's question, Heart's face took on a subtle expression.
"...No way they could swing that from just running a laundry."
"Then what?"
"Lots of suspicious stuff about them. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten the investigation request."
In other words, dirty money was likely involved. Though Heart didn't seem entirely sure—just watching from afar wouldn't reveal the truth.
"Let's make a move, then."
Gaon and Heart scoped out the laundry's surroundings and waited for nightfall.
The Mera couple at the laundry got the shock of their lives late that night.
Intruders had broken into their home.
"Wh-what the hell are you?! How did you get in—?!"
With the recent string of murders already putting everyone on edge, the unannounced invasion was enough to make their hearts drop.
But when the man in front stepped forward and said a few words, the couple quickly relaxed. They weren't rude thieves or dangerous killers, after all.
"Indeed, esteemed benefactors! You wish to sponsor our humble laundry!"
"Yeah, that's right. We wanted to chat before committing to the sponsorship, so we came by late."
"No problem at all! You're valuable benefactors. Please, come inside!"
Hilton Mera welcomed him in with relief. His wife, Amy Mera, seemed wary at first, but after a brief talk with the "benefactor," she let her guard down and greeted them with a smile.
Benefactors were always a good thing. The Meras didn't just run the laundry—they dabbled in all sorts of ventures. They supported a nearby orphanage, taking in kids with nowhere to go or food to eat, providing them a place to live, eat, and work. Touched by their good deeds, several benefactors had already stepped up, allowing the couple to keep the charity going.
"Feel free to talk comfortably."
Amy Mera served tea and promptly left the room. She didn't know much about her husband Hilton's "business." As a devout follower of the goddess, she fully supported and aided his efforts to help children and those in need.
He never let her join the benefactor meetings, though... 'Probably because he's worried I'll say something dumb.'
Amy didn't dwell on it. She sat alone in the living room, waiting for the meeting to end, thinking she'd make a special meal tomorrow to celebrate the good news.
The Mera home was a three-story building: first floor for the laundry, second for living quarters, third for entertaining guests. There was also a basement, but Amy rarely went down there.
Thud!
"Mmph...?!"
Hilton Mera tumbled into that basement, arms and legs bound, mouth gagged.
"I figured as much, but you're even trashier than expected."
"We'll keep you alive for now, so behave. We'll send food and water down regularly... if we remember."
Hilton thrashed and tried to mumble through the gag, but Gaon and Heart ignored him and shut the door. The thick, soundproof door sealed away all noise.
"Um..."
Back upstairs after locking Hilton away, Amy Mera approached cautiously.
"Benefactor...? What happened to my husband...? What did you do?"
She looked anxious. She hadn't seen him get restrained or dragged to the basement—just heard the commotion from behind the door. She had no idea what was going on.
To avoid any fuss, Gaon hypnotized her as planned. Nothing had happened to her husband. He just had business and stepped out—don't worry too much.
With those suggestions planted, Amy accepted it easily. Even though he'd vanished into the night without warning, she took it in stride.
"Yeah... my husband."
Gaon eyed her up and down as she nodded obediently. Dark brown hair, blue eyes. The curves peeking from under her thin camisole and outer layer looked ripe and delicious. Just getting close filled the air with a pleasant pheromone scent.
The Meras were newlyweds. Two years into marriage after several years of engagement, a late wedding by some accounts. Amy was twenty-three, no pregnancy experience yet. For some reason, her husband had been adamant about contraception, avoiding it altogether.
"His 'business' kept him busy... and he was away a lot at night too. We barely had time for that sort of thing..."
Amy answered the benefactor's questions fluidly, wondering why she was spilling such intimate details. She'd never told anyone about their marital life. Why was she sharing this with a stranger?
"Thanks for answering, Mrs. Mera. That's helpful for deciding on the sponsorship."
"I'm glad it was useful... So, about the sponsorship..."
Gaon feigned regret. "Sorry, I need a bit more time to think it over."
"Oh... I see."
"Is the sponsorship that urgent, Mrs. Mera? Your life doesn't seem too hard."
Amy shook her head ambiguously. Their lifestyle was comfortable enough. But her husband often mentioned needing funds for his "business." The big church donation was to build connections and attract benefactors, he'd said.
Benefactors brought more than money—networks, administrative influence, trust. More trust meant helping more needy kids...
"I get it. You need sponsorship for your husband's business. You'd do anything for him. Something like that?"
"Yes... exactly. For my husband... And I want to help more people in the goddess's name..."
Amy murmured, her mind foggy. But her words were true. She desperately wanted the benefactor's support—for her husband, and for herself.
That's when Gaon's hand shot out, grabbing her ass firmly.
Amy startled but didn't pull away. She couldn't understand why.
"You want the sponsorship, right, Mrs. Mera?"
"...Yes, I... do."
"If that's the case, I could consider it more seriously."
Her face lit up. His hand stayed put on her ass the whole time.
Leaning in, Gaon whispered in her ear.
"If I could get a little cooperation from you, Mrs. Mera, I'd think positively about the sponsorship. What do you say?"
She couldn't refuse. In the end, Amy nodded meekly and accepted his proposal.