2-6 The Laundry's Naked Employee Sharon (Sharon - Hypnotic Sexual Harassment Interview♥) (1)
Sharon the saintess, clutched in Heart's embrace, stared blankly ahead with vacant eyes, utterly entranced. Gaon waved his hand in front of her face and snapped his fingers sharply, testing her reactions. Seeing no response at all, he confirmed the hypnosis had taken hold perfectly.
"Good work, Amy. You did exactly as I asked."
"Y-yes... It was Lord Gaon's command, after all... right?"
Amy's voice lacked clarity as she replied. To her, Gaon's orders as her benefactor should take absolute priority—but even so, she couldn't shake the doubt nagging at her. Was it really okay to lure the saintess like that?
Gaon commanded her gently, "Don't think unnecessary thoughts. Go to your room and get some deep sleep."
Amy obeyed faithfully, stumbling up the stairs. Gaon scooped up Sharon the saintess in his arms and followed her to the second floor. Even as he carried her, her eyes remained unfocused, her consciousness lost. He toyed with her ass nestled against him, but she showed no reaction whatsoever. Just moments ago, she'd flinched at the slightest brush of contact, ready to snap out of it—but now the hypnosis ran far deeper.
He settled Sharon on the sofa and continued implanting suggestions. Previously, her fierce resistance under hypnosis had limited what he could do, but by steadily burning turns on minor sessions, he'd worn down that resistance. Now, it seemed he could try all sorts of things.
"Alright, Saintess. Tonight, you're not the saintess anymore."
"Tonight, you're an employee at this laundry. You're a clerk greeting customers."
Sharon's eyebrows twitched faintly at his words. But that was all. She didn't wake.
The same held as he embedded a few more suggestions and commands.
"Then—one, two, three—"
At Gaon's cue, life returned to Sharon's doll-like body. Light flickered back into her eyes, and a soft "Ah..." sigh escaped her thin lips.
Regaining her senses, Sharon first gazed at Gaon in bewilderment, failing to grasp the situation. The next instant, she tensed to attack, recognizing him as a threat—only to falter in confusion once more as her mind registered him as no enemy.
What...? What am I... doing right now?
What was I doing? This man in front of me is... uh...
"Sharon the clerk, snap out of it. Come on."
"Ah... Yes? Clerk?"
"That's right. You're a clerk who got hired at this laundry. Don't you remember?"
...Right. Yes. She was a clerk working at this laundry, and the man before her was...
"Manager..."
Yes, he was the manager. The owner of the laundry. Her boss. Here, his word was law—practically divine.
That was how it was... surely.
This was the break room inside the laundry. And today was the periodic training and performance review led by the manager himself. This evaluation was crucial; passing it was the only way to be selected as an outstanding clerk.
"Good. You're coming around a bit. But let me remind you—becoming an outstanding clerk at this laundry is extremely important. Do you remember what you get if you do?"
"I... I'm sorry. I don't really know."
"I'll tell you. First off, you'll get hired as a full-time employee. Until then, you're just a disposable pebble I can fire anytime I feel like it. Once you're full-time, people will recognize you. Right now, you're barely seen as half a person, but then everyone will acknowledge you as a full one. Passersby on the street will praise Clerk Sharon left and right."
"Oh..."
"And that's not all. Your pay goes up, you get paid vacation, and it's great for headaches, toothaches, menstrual cramps too. Any worries you have will vanish, scratching a lottery ticket guarantees smooth love life, marriage, everything. For women, your skin gets even more beautiful and radiant."
"......."
As a servant of the goddess, marriage and romance didn't hit home much, but the rest were undeniably tempting perks. Almost too good to be true. And Manager Gaon said this was just the tip of the iceberg—too many benefits to list all at once.
Anyway, she had to become an outstanding clerk. Sharon felt a fire ignite in her heart. To do that, she needed to ace today's evaluation. And she could—she knew she could.
"Alright, time to start the evaluation... Sharon the clerk, don't you feel something off about yourself right now?"
"Pardon? Something off?"
Sharon blinked at the manager's question. Gaon let out a deep, exaggerated sigh at her utterly clueless expression.
"Your outfit. Your outfit. Where do you think you are? Who wears holy robes like that at a laundry?"
"...!"
Only after he pointed it out did Sharon realize the anomaly. Why was she, a mere laundry clerk, dressed like some priestess? She believed in the goddess, sure, but wearing this in a place like this was definitely weird.
"Hurry up and strip! Dawdle, and I'll dock your score!"
"Ah... Yes, sir!"
She couldn't afford point deductions before things even started. With that single-minded resolve, Sharon frantically shed her nun's habit.
But a groan of dismay followed, along with Gaon's next critique.
"Oh come on! What's with those underwear, Sharon? The employee handbook clearly states no wearing anything but the company-issued undies! Thought it wouldn't show, so you got sloppy? This is a massive deduction!"
"Ah, no...! Not that...!"
"Strip them now! Before the examiner Heart over there deducts even more!"
At Gaon's urging, Sharon stripped off her red lingerie too.
She hastily flung her bra and panties aside, revealing her healthy, snow-white nudity. Gaon whistled inwardly at the sight. After days of her bundled up tight, finally seeing her completely bare like this. And objectively, subjectively, Sharon was undeniably a beauty.
"Wh-what?! Kyaaah—?!"
Sharon hurled her underwear to the floor like it was her hated foe, then finally realized she was stark naked—not a thread on her. She scrambled to cover herself, hunching over, but the shame of exposing herself to a man for the first time burned her face like fire. Tears threatened to spill.
"What's wrong, Clerk Sharon?"
"M-Manager...! I-I'm naked right now...! Please, clothes...!"
"What are you talking about? You're properly dressed right now."
"P-Pardon...? What..."
Sharon looked up at the manager's baffling words. Gaon chided her in a gentle tone.
"Look again. You're wearing the proper uniform. The pristine white company underwear, plus a pure white shirt and pants over it. Perfect for a laundry clerk—excellent attire."
Hearing that, Sharon truly perceived the crisp white shirt and pants just as he described. When had she changed? She didn't know, but she was definitely dressed.
God, what was I thinking? Making a fuss over nothing.
Thinking she'd been naked had caused such a scene. Recalling her outburst made her want to die. Of course, moments ago she had been utterly nude—no illusion there—but she was oblivious to that fact now.
"Stand there a moment. Time for uniform inspection."
"Yes, Manager."
Dressed properly, there was no issue showing off. So thinking, Sharon stood at attention before him. Gaon now had leisure to admire her bare form head to toe.
Flawless white skin contrasting her toned body. No unsightly muscles—just slender, smooth arms and belly, sleek and feminine. Surely touching her would reveal womanly softness. Compared to Noa or Renoa the city lord, Sharon was on the slimmer side of beauty. Yet her breasts and ass outdid even Lete's.
Gaon circled her, scrutinizing every inch from top to bottom. He had her lift her arms, spread one leg—committing her body to memory without missing a spot. Sharon endured his gaze patiently. Even when he brought his face close to her crotch, stirring her red pubic hair matching her head with his breath, she felt a faint oddness but said nothing.
"Sharon. Mind if I touch?"
"Pardon? Touch...?"
"It's all for the evaluation. Physical condition counts toward your score."
A simple body check for evaluation purposes. Nothing lewd about it. That's how Sharon took it. No choice then. She couldn't refuse if it was for her score, and there was no reason to anyway.
Thus, Gaon's hands met Sharon's skin—hot somehow. She flinched involuntarily, nearly letting out a weird "Eek!" in her surprise.
Undeterred, his hands roamed her body freely. Kneading her breasts, stroking her belly, sliding down her back to squeeze and massage her ass. The touches felt suspiciously erotic, but she endured by repeating to herself like a mantra that it was just an inspection.
But it feels so vivid... like he's groping right through the clothes...?
She sensed the strangeness but couldn't pinpoint why, simply surrendering her body to his hands. Then, as directed, between her spread legs—his fingers reached her precious slit.
This time, Sharon couldn't hold back. "Ngh...♡" A delicate moan slipped out.
