Reverse Hypnosis (3)
The conference hall, upon their return, was a total madhouse—far beyond what "chaos" could describe, a true field of carnage.
"Retract your statement! Blue Tower Lord!"
While he'd been spending some pleasant time with Roys Chapel, something must have gone down. The saintess, who had been earnestly moderating the meeting despite her evident discomfort, was now unleashing her fury at the Blue Tower Lord.
Her divine power rippled, making her faintly shimmering hair float in the air—a raw, unfiltered rage.
"I can't find any reason to retract it. Is my hypothesis that 'divine power' is merely rigid-form mana so insulting?"
"Or is it the one claiming the goddess is an unanalyzed mana lifeform?"
With eyes blue as the sea, the tower lord glared back at the saintess without yielding an inch.
"It's just a hypothesis, Saintess Cecilia. Does the Holy See not even allow freedom of expression?"
She sneered at the saintess.
"Though... worshipping that error-riddled scripture like gospel explains why there's no progress."
Her expression blank, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger with half-hearted nonchalance.
"This... blasphemous wretch...!"
As divine power surged from the saintess's body, the tower lord wrapped herself in mana for protection. Where their powers clashed, all sorts of magical effects erupted—chandeliers rattled, candlesticks toppled, and maps laid out for strategy fluttered through the room like airborne debris.
"Maybe it's because they ignore the World Tree's wisdom, but humans are so... stupid."
"Why should we follow the formation led by those humans, sis? We can't take on the Demon King with the shallow wisdom of short-lived species..."
The gun-toting man had vanished somewhere, and the pink-haired knightswoman stepped back a pace, looking utterly fed up as she watched the standoff.
Bella, for some reason, was caught up in conversation with the hero from the Holy Kingdom.
"I've heard of your exploits. How did you defeat that monster?"
Her eyes sparkled as she pressed for tales of valor.
"Uh, well... I just finished it off, really..."
Unaccustomed to dealing with foreign nobles, she looked awkward.
Establishing a clear chain of command was anything but smooth. No one in the room wanted to take orders from anyone else.
The saintess saw this as a holy war offered to the gods; the other heroes viewed it as a chance to elevate their own status. With no one yielding, the meeting dragged on fruitlessly—until Roys Chapel returned and drew attention with a booming voice.
"Ahem! Everyone! Won't you hear my proposal?"
To sum up her proposal: split the hero party in two.
Water and oil—ideologically and historically, some relationships here could never mix. Her argument was to separate those people.
The saintess needed to be in a different party from the tower lord and the Contreso Kingdom's hero. Same for Emor Kingdom's two heroes, who were parties to the civil war.
After hashing out the tangled interests, the parties shook out like this:
Elf sisters, the West Emor gun hero, Merchant Leader Roys, and Saintess Cecilia formed the first party. The rest naturally made the second group. The heroes meant to save the continent were halved, each joining one party.
It was the second-best way to avoid the worst outcome: total fragmentation.
And I didn't like it.
If only they'd unite and strike the Demon King fast.
To defeat the great evil known as the Demon King, all heroes needed to band together. Roys Chapel's words echoed in my mind.
'Even if it takes a bit of coercion, unite the heroes,' she'd said.
Her idea itself was spot-on. She saw her actions as slightly naughty but righteously utilitarian.
So... it wouldn't matter if I was the one executing it.
She wrapped up the meeting with three claps.
I'd never actually fallen under her hypnosis, not for a second—but I played the part of her hypnotized puppet as intended.
"Alright! It's late, so let's end today's meeting here. Remember: every day we delay, the Demon King's influence on this world grows by one more day."
"And, Young Master Leon? I have something to pass on. Come to my room briefly."
She issued the command before everyone, subtly enough, then clapped three times again to "release" me.
Bella grumbled beside me.
"Why's Roys Chapel summoning Leon this late? Unless..."
I reassured her worry and told her Roys planned to hypnotize the heroes into slave puppets.
"...Twisting others' free will like that? She's the worst kind of person."
I told her I planned to do the same.
Modifying her plan: turn the heroes into my onaholes.
She floundered at my words.
"O-Of course, if Leon does it, that's fine!"
"Why?"
What made it "of course"? I smiled and asked.
"Because helping Leon is my joy and happiness."
She beamed at me.
As expected, she'd become someone who supported whatever I did. She took joy in my achievements, regardless of what they were.
"So, Roys Chapel becomes an onahole too?"
She whispered.
"Yeah, probably. Bella."
"Hmm, getting a pet dog...? I'll have Belia prep the training."
She grinned and waved me off.
The moment I entered her room and shut the door, she clapped three times to induce hypnosis.
"Leon, I have a job for you."
She explained her "grand plan."
"You know your mother, Bella Sodus, dropped out of the magic tower."
"...Yes."
"The Blue Tower Lord is a lunatic who recognizes no human relationships outside the tower, so use Bella to win her favor."
"...Yes."
"The Holy Kingdom's princess worships pure martial might, so show her your skills."
"...Yes."
"East Emor Kingdom's knight lady actually really likes the rebel general with the gun, so she won't resist much when parties merge later. Leave her be."
Thanks to her, I learned info I hadn't known. She'd prepped thoroughly to dominate the hero party, down to petty details on each one.
Her brown tail swished slowly as she smiled with her eyes.
"I'll do my best in my party. You, as my limb, get close to them, lower their guards so they submit to me. I can provide help."
"Understood."
"When you wake from hypnosis, you'll remember I 'advised you to befriend the hero party.' Of course, obey my commands. Got it?"
"...Yes."
"Now, go."
She clapped her palms three times and shooed me out.
Or tried to.
"...? What are you doing? Get out already."
I said nothing, just slowly clapped three times.
Focus faded from her eyes.
At the [Finger]'s command, I retrieve the [lewdest outfit I can imagine] from the merchant leader's sub-space and put it on.
Why on earth does my finger give such orders?
The sudden environmental shift and tension of brainwashing the heroes must have sparked some weird compulsion.
After changing and stepping out, I end up lying on the bed because of [my finger].
Probably just sleepy.
No idea why I had to wear this to sleep, though...
I close my eyes, trying to drift off.
Oh, not sleeping after all. My finger sits me up on the bed.
Now I get the intent a bit.
I'm about to masturbate again?
Sometimes even I can't predict my own thoughts.
[My finger] spreads my legs.
The full-body mirror I'd set up to compose myself right after rising from bed reflects my form.
Wearing an outfit meant for brothels serving nobles, I'm masturbating in the sluttiest getup I've ever worn.
High-class whores wear stuff like this...
So mortified, all ten fingers clenched the sheets tight.
Good thing [my finger] had an extra one.
The skin-tight white dress was more exposing than underwear alone—heart-shaped hole at the navel, over half my breasts bared.
[My finger] tugs the white stitching from the heart.
Pulling it emphasizes the slit. The fabric devours itself along the tear, highlighting my shameful parts obscenely.
Shaking the fibers up and down rubs my soft panties against my labia, stimulating me.
Naturally, the fabric around the slit soaks sheer with wetness.
Ah, masturbating twice today—something I barely did once a month normally.
[My finger] commanded me to focus on the [finger]'s scent each time I climaxed during it.
No need to ask which; [my finger] rubbed one especially thick, girthy [finger] against my nose.
A beastkin's sensitive nose catches every nuance of the finger's aroma.
The weird smell wafting from males near brothels.
So pungent...♥
Leon Sodus, the [my finger], hides something this filthy in his pants...?
"Huh? So right now, I'm sniffing cock smell...? Pants have a dick inside..."
For a beastkin, sniffing the opposite sex's genitals is dangerous. Hormones surge wildly, sending you into heat for the scent's owner.
No way that's happening, but I should check if I'm really smelling cock.
Pfft, as if...
Head spun briefly, but calm returned.
Nothing weird at all. Overblown nonsense.
Leon Sodus is just [my finger] now.
Hypnotized, stripped of free will, reduced to a puppet that's part of my body.
So this isn't building a habit of climaxing to Young Master Leon's cock scent—it's just normal finger-masturbation.
Logically, totally sound. No issue.
"Sniiff...♥ Haa...♥ Nngh...♥"
Relieved, I deeply inhaled the scent at each climax.
Each time my nostrils filled with dizzying lewdness, climaxes cycled faster.
Breath quickens for more scent, more scent speeds climaxes, faster climaxes quicken breath more...
Trapped in delicious torment...♥
"Hek...♥ Hek...♥ Hek...♥"
Like a dog after intense exercise, I panted, nose buried in the [finger] with desperate sniffs.
"You won't be able to masturbate without recalling this scent."
Huh, did my [finger] just say something? Too focused on sniffing to hear.
Felt like mana muddled my head... illusion from the stench?
Rubbing my drenched pussy furiously while sniffing addictively, I hit an unprecedented climax.
"Eek...♥ Ha..♥ Hnng..♥ Haa...♥"
Tail thrashing side to side, body screaming ecstasy, I came like a slut.
Afterglow of satisfying masturbation—or exhaustion from the day—I passed out without changing my soiled clothes.
Right before sleep, I heard [my finger] clap softly three times.
Oh no, such a shame... back to ten fingers...
Wait, isn't that right...? Something... feels off...
Too tired to pursue the thought, I buried the nagging unease in my subconscious and slipped into dreamland.