Reverse Hypnosis (4)
Though we'd split into two groups, the hero party hadn't completely separated. We advanced in sync, keeping each other within sight and close enough for immediate support. The party with Young Lord Leon Sodus blazed the trail up front, clearing the path, while my party with the saintess mopped up the rear. It was just a temporary split to avoid conflict—we were still one cohesive unit, cooperating seamlessly. Think of it as two squads under one banner, each with their own tents.
"Impressive... truly impressive."
Their battle ahead was the stuff of awe. As we drew nearer to the cursed lands, beasts tainted by demonic energy began swarming us. An overwhelming horde, blackening the earth like ink, all corrupted by mana. That mass blotted out our vision, but Bella Sodus's magic halved them in an instant. The next spell halved them again. Then again. The weaklings charred to cinders under her assaults, while the stronger ones that withstood her spells couldn't breach Young Lord Leon and crumbled before him.
"Not a single scratch left in Zarfurt... that wasn't hyperbole after all..."
When I first heard those two had slain that monster alone, I'd dismissed it as blatant propaganda. My merchant guild had poured money like water, sacrificed countless mercenaries' lives, and offered priceless artifacts just to claim hard-won victories. The idea that two individuals could achieve that with raw power alone? Unbelievable. And zero damage to the city? I'd chewed out my informants, demanding reliable intel. With the duchy in chaos from the Demon King's revival, I'd assumed it was fabricated propaganda to claim "Lucas Duchy stands firm while the continent groans."
But now? I believed it. Their prowess was leagues beyond the mercenaries gold could buy.
The other three with the Sodus name weren't slouches either—they wielded earth-shattering might. Whenever the pink-eyed knight captain's gaze locked on, massive beasts approaching her waist cleaved clean in two. The holy kingdom's hero's fist cleaved the air, pulping monsters into bloody mist. The blue tower lord read the magic tower's latest thesis like it was dull homework, her staff guarding her.
"This... is the power of those who will save the continent..."
Following the path they'd cleared, my eyes—nose, really—snagged on a damp cloth amid our steps. No, my senses latched onto it fiercely. A filthy towel, likely used to wipe sweat. As if entranced, I picked it up.
"Hmm... this must be... Young Lord Leon Sodus's towel...?"
One whiff confirmed it—his scent. Why had I grabbed it?
"Sniff... looks like he wiped his sweat and tossed it...? Sniff... haa... ♥"
It was a shame to discard it—not that I cared about waste, but as a hero, he couldn't leave his scent for enemies. So, on behalf of that sloppy boy, I tidied up his abandoned towel. Slipped it right into my bag.
"You owe me one, Leon..."
Truly, for his fingers to bother their master like this... I'll collect on this debt.
Thanks to the fortune I'd invested to win the heroes' favor, the portable lodging artifact commissioned from the magic tower was a delight. Like staying at a villa—cramped, sure, but personalized space with soundproofing spells and even a shower conjuring moisture from the air. The heroes, braced for miserable camping, welcomed Luna Guild's generosity—and my sincerity—with open arms. It felt good, elevating my status as guildmaster.
Once I'd built enough rapport... once I'd lowered their guards... putting all these heroes under my thumb wouldn't be impossible.
I humbly insisted it was only natural, then retreated to my room.
Back inside, the scent wafting from my bag finally hit me again.
"...oh, right, I picked this up."
Tight quarters amplified it—the moment I pulled out the towel, his potent musk flooded the space.
"Ngh... so intense... ♥"
Unconsciously, I pressed it lightly to my nose, inhaling deeply.
"To go around leaking such a thick scent..."
I'd planned to review strategy before the evening meeting, but a swelling desire overtook me.
Haa... no, I shouldn't... ♥
Since arriving at the Holy See, masturbation had grown unbearably tempting for some reason. Mindful of prying eyes, I'd held back—but now, in perfect privacy... I couldn't resist.
Evening meeting's soon... but I've got a little time... ♥
To keep my armor unstained, I stripped bare and began.
"Sniff... hnn... hnnngh... ♥"
Towel to my nose, I breathed deep. The unpleasant sweat-mingled stench filled my lungs, yet my body quivered in ecstasy.
"Haa... ♥ truly... ♥ such a weird smell... ♥"
My free hand naturally slid between my thighs. Fingers trailed down long legs to my slick, sticky folds. Circling my clit, then slipping inside smooth and deep. Inhale—plunge fingers in. Exhale—withdraw.
"Hoo... ha... ♥ Hoo... ha... ♥ Hoo... hnnah... ♥"
...All while greedily inhaling Leon Sodus's scent.
Why did the smell of this near-slave feel so good? Hm, probably joy at owning a slave with such superior power? Desperate to rationalize the inexplicable lust surging through me.
Simple explanation, really. I'd acquired a flower far finer than expected. Suddenly, its fragrance seems luxurious, intoxicating. My euphoria from this scent? Same context... ♥
Fingers working furiously, I slobbered over the towel and kept going.
"Aha... ♥ hnngh... ♥ haa... ♥"
Biting the fabric released salty tang, imprinting the scent deeper. Taste and smell are tightly linked, after all.
"Ngh... haa... hnnah... ♥"
Evening meeting loomed, forcing an unsatisfying end.
"Haa... so close..."
A few light climaxes, but something felt missing. I'd smelled something far more intense somewhere before. Far stronger, more addictive...
What was that scent...?
Like rice's subtle sweetness can't replace sugar... I craved otherworldly stimulation.
Redressing, I felt unquenched desire piling up in layers.
Sleep wouldn't come. Not a wink. My body rebelled, refusing rest without proper closure. Night deepened, but no slumber. This would wreck tomorrow's schedule.
A walk might help. I slipped out in just light leather armor.
Then my nose caught it—a familiar, no, essential scent. Not mere sweat, but fiercer, more addictive. Faint, but a beastkin's nose traced it to the source: the adjacent lodging, where Leon Sodus and his hero party stayed. The aroma seeped out teasingly.
Mmm... this scent... hnn...
I followed it through the crisp air, drawn step by step like a trance. Utterly unconsciously... I knocked on his door.
"Yaaawn... what brings you here in the dead of night, Roys Guildmaster?"
Young Lord Leon, roused from sleep, scratched his tousled hair.
Only then did I realize how this looked. Too fixated on the scent, I'd ignored appearances. Showing up alone at midnight to an adult man's quarters, chest half-bared in revealing armor, face flushed beet red.
If non-finger Leon blabbed to the other heroes... my reputation would tank.
Claim I mixed up rooms? Say I confused it with the holy kingdom hero's...?
Decent excuse, but better option. Three claps—his eyes glazed, mind slipping into the subconscious. Back to being my finger.
Hehe, mind control is amazing. Even untouchables bend to my will. Now, seal his lips. And identify that tormenting scent's source.
Mindful of onlookers, I entered, shut the door. Then it hit me—what I'd chased.
Horror. The intense scent I craved emanated from Leon Sodus's lower half.
"No way...!"
Had I tracked the smell of that, his shameful part, all this way?
Lies! Me, craving a filthy thing's stench?
Impossible. For a beastkin to sniff a male's genitals? Utterly vulgar in our society. I, the face of Luna Guild, couldn't stoop so low.
As I turned to flee, dark desire whispered.
"...But Leon's my slave now... he won't blab anywhere?"
True. As my slave, no risk of leaks. Only I'd remember.
Still, if I went into heat for Young Lord Leon...?
"...As if one quick sniff would make me go into heat?"
Curiosity won. What if I sniffed directly through his pants?
"...Take off your pants."
Tail swaying slowly, I commanded him.
Haa, truly... I'd meant hypnosis for noble ends. Not to sate such dirty, ugly urges... Why did it feel so good? Controlling others at my whim... ♥
Watching him slowly undress, I savored the vile thrill of dominance.