Compensation in Handwritten Records
The next morning, two men were guided into my bedroom, slipping past the Blake County Estate's heavy security. Both wore grotesque leather masks covering their faces, but I recognized them instantly. One was The President, the protagonist of Making a Wife Through Hypnosis—my bible of hypnosis—and the other was his disciple, disguised as an escort.
"......Truly, I have no words to offer, my client."
The moment he stepped inside, he bowed deeply. The reason this legendary hypnotist—who in the original story dominated highborn ladies, even princesses and the Saintess, wielding absolute power through hypnosis—now adopted such a subservient posture was simple: he had violated the terms of my contract.
"It was my failure to examine the request form in detail that led me to...... greatly diminish the value of the merchandise."
I reclined against the bed, fixing him with a cold stare through the gaps in my bandages. Even lying down, this body—easily over 180 centimeters tall—exuded an oppressive presence that bore down on others.
"Which clause did you break? Be specific."
I growled low, though I already knew the answer. The President swallowed hard and continued.
"It concerns...... Knight Commander Camilla. I never imagined a widow with a grown daughter could still be...... ahem, a virgin. While confirming her performance under hypnosis to improve efficiency, I ended up...... deflowering her."
In that instant, the thread of my reason snapped.
Crash!
I slammed my fist down as if to shatter the bedside table. Overcome by genuine rage, I ignored my battered body and tried to lunge at him, but the searing pain throughout my frame anchored me. I tumbled clumsily off the bed instead.
Even sprawled on the floor, I ground my teeth and glared up at the masked President like a beast, locking eyes with him in a battle of wills.
"Listen here, President! Aren't you supposed to be veterans in this business? Don't you know how much a woman's virginity affects a product's value?"
His disciple helped me back onto the bed, and I immediately roared at them. While The President stared at me in shock through his mask, I poured out all my pent-up frustration.
"A virgin widow with a child, no less! Do you have any idea how rare and arousing—no, how noble that attribute is? And you ruined that supreme value through your carelessness!!!"
"...I apologize. I offer a hundredfold apology."
The President bent at the waist in near-prostration.
"I will compensate for the damages as stipulated in the contract. Furthermore, the Knight Commander will be offered at half the original price, and any additional hypnosis on her daughter will be provided free of charge. On the honor of our organization, we will guarantee the quality of the merchandise."
I stared silently out the window for a moment, pretending to suppress my anger while desperately fighting the urge to smile. The initiative had now shifted completely into my hands.
"Half price...... Do you think that will satisfy my anger?"
"If there is anything you desire, please name it."
I slowly turned my head and pierced through the eyes behind his mask.
"I'll add one more condition. Though her virginity is lost and the product's value has dropped, that very fact opens up new ways to enjoy her, doesn't it?"
As The President regarded me with curiosity, I smiled thinly and continued.
"From now on, make the Knight Commander record every step of her training in her own handwritten diary. Have her document—without realizing she is under hypnosis—the process of her ego crumbling, the pleasure she feels each time her body is developed, and her eventual pitiful end where she chooses pleasure over reason. Send it to me every day, without omitting a single word."
A heavy silence fell. The President's shoulders trembled slightly, then a bizarre laugh escaped from behind his mask.
"Heh heh heh...... Hahaha!"
He clapped his hands in admiration.
"My client! You have an uncanny knack for hitting the most arousing points! A corruption diary written by the doll herself...... Even among professionals like us, only a rare few would think of such a twisted hobby."
His eyes sparkled as if he had found a kindred spirit.
"I sense a regular customer. Very well, I accept the condition. We will ensure the writing is both meticulous and explicit."
As expected of the original protagonist. He understood the normalization of the abnormal in hypnosis-based common-sense alteration stories without needing any explanation.
"There's still one more thing."
I raised my index finger.
"For her daughter, the apprentice knight Karin, her virginity must remain intact. Additionally, make her vividly remember every moment of being hypnotized and write her experiences in her own hand while maintaining her sense of self."
"A handwritten record, I understand. But retaining memory and ego...... that will reduce training efficiency."
"Make her record how, despite her mind remaining clear, her body reacts to the pleasure algorithms implanted by the hypnotist—how she grows furious at her own betrayal, yet finds herself aroused and submitting against her will. I want the detailed account of that alien corruption, where she slowly crumbles under pleasure she cannot resist even while fully aware."
The President stared at me blankly for a moment before bowing deeply with profound respect.
"I truly like you. I thought you were just a simple scoundrel, but you're a true artist."
His voice now carried genuine excitement rather than mere merchant flattery.
"Understood. We will perfectly realize this ultimate scenario: a noble knight whose mind remains pure while her body is daily perfected into a doll, forcing her to betray herself."
Watching The President's retreating figure as he gathered the contract and left the room, I finally relaxed and collapsed onto the sofa. The original story's extra character would have died after touching the maid, but if I could just get past that hurdle, I would gain a powerful hypnotist as a partner.
And only half a day later, on a quiet night at the Blake County Estate, the air in my bedroom burned hotter than ever. Two leather-bound notebooks sent by The President lay beside my bed. They were the firsthand records of yesterday's training sessions written by Knight Commander Camilla—the main heroine of Volume 2 in Making a Wife Through Hypnosis—and her daughter, the sub-heroine Karin.
[She moved her hips like a beast. It was a vulgar display the real her would never have made.]
Those brief lines had glossed over the hypnosis scenes that had left me frustrated as a reader. Now, as the client, I could examine every hidden detail between those lines.
My mother, sent by my father to deliver the records, approached the bedside. With a trembling voice, I ordered her to open the first notebook—Knight Commander Camilla's diary.
[...I never dreamed that at my age I would become lovers with a young man my daughter's age. On my way home after the usual knight order training, I met him by chance at a flower shop I stopped by. My daughter, who had reported the young master's misconduct to her superiors, was recognized for exposing the corrupt noble's crimes to the world and was promoted from apprentice knight to full knight. While choosing a bouquet for her, he approached me with a gentle voice and the sweet scent of flowers. To someone who had lived her whole life surrounded by the smell of sweat and blood, his fragrance was utterly captivating, and though our conversation was brief, it felt like salvation for a thirst I had never once quenched as a woman. Before I knew it, I was offering him the secret place I had never permitted anyone in over thirty years...]
"Ha, haha...... This is insane. Truly."
I let out a hollow laugh. The President was every bit the original protagonist. Through hypnosis, he had transformed rape and brainwashing into an "accidental romance." What had been reduced to a few lines in the original—describing her fall into a doll seeking physical pleasure—was now recorded in a way the original never showed. It was a false love song of a noble woman becoming a doll.
Camilla, unaware she was being thoroughly violated, had poured the fever of false love into her diary. The descriptions grew increasingly explicit toward the end. The knight commander's body crumbling under the young man's touch, her moans as nothing but a bitch's instincts remained instead of her noble sense of justice—it all felt vividly alive beyond the words.
After the final line, where Camilla wrote that she lost consciousness the moment she embraced his love and fell asleep amid the shock of the world changing, I had my mother close the diary. Then I immediately had her open the second record—her adoptive daughter, the apprentice knight Karin's diary. This was new content, nonexistent in the original, made possible by the "memory retention" option I had added.
[Mother brought home a young man holding flowers, saying they were a gift to celebrate my promotion. Seeing Mother's happy face, I wanted to congratulate her on her new beginning. But that night, the look in the man's eyes as he entered my bedroom was that of a vile beast. My body reacted to him against my will. I wanted to cry out "Stop!", but my lips only let out sweet moans as I clung to him...]
"Kuh!"
The vivid description of the apprentice knight's violation, absent from the original. The desperate self-awareness of her mind remaining intact while her body alone submitted to hypnosis and betrayed her. The destructive power of the text made my lower body swell as if it would burst. Despite the bandages wrapping my entire body, I wanted to free my engorged manhood and stroke it, even if the dull pain would follow. But my damn full-body bruises made even moving a finger difficult.
Just as I was about to be denied release at the threshold of pleasure, my eyes fell on my mother, who was watching me with empty eyes. At the same time, my father's words surfaced in my mind.
["She is a doll that moves only at my command."]
My father probably believed my mother was his exclusive possession, obeying only his words. But I was a reader who knew the cheat key that existed only in this world.
I whispered in a hoarse voice to Carna, my mother, who was quietly handing me the records by the bed.
"Carna. Bloom Flos Abyssi."
In that moment, a bizarre vitality returned to her unfocused blue eyes. It was a higher-level control keyword that even my father—the master of the doll that was my mother—could not perceive.
"What shall I do for you?"
It was my mother's gentle voice, one the original story's extra character would never have heard in his lifetime.
"Use your hand."
At my answer, she approached with mechanical movements and climbed between my legs. The cool touch of her silk dress brushed against the bandages. Without hesitation, she freed my lower body and began a "hand service" with skilled technique that belied her status as the countess of the Blake family.
"Haa...... Ah, aah!"
While replaying the corruption diaries of the knight commander and her daughter in my mind, I received the touch of my hypnotized mother, Carna. She was not my biological mother, yet the depraved situation of dominating this body's mother with a single word and receiving a handjob was a sensuality only hypnosis stories could provide.
At the peak of that sensuality, as climax approached, I recalled the Knight Commander's final line from the diary.
[I have become a body that cannot live even a single moment without him.]
"I am the same, Camilla...... I have become a body that cannot stop until I have completely made you mine."
The mechanical hand movements of the countess, moving at my command. And the corrupted diaries of the two knights and their daughter, written according to my orders, echoing in my ears. In the deep night of the Blake County Estate, my mad moans as a resident of this insane world melted stickily into the thick darkness.