was transmigrated into the body of a scoundrel, an extra who commissioned a knight mother and daughter from the protagonist (a hypnotist) only to be murdered before receiving the "product."

[Making a Wife Through Hypnosis], the bible of classic hypnosis stories that dominated the 2000s.

In that novel, he spends all his money and power hunting down a noble knight mother and daughter, only to die before he even gets a taste of them? Not at all.

[However, if the 'virginity' of the consigned item is compromised, ten times the penalty shall be paid.]

With a single "poisonous clause" that exploited a blind spot in the original work, I have seized the leash of the original protagonist.

Now, I will break the death flag and enjoy the wise hypnosis life of a VIP client, monopolizing only the finished, top-tier "toys."