The Deceiver's Salvation and the Accomplice's Blessing
In a corner of the room, Camilla stood utterly naked, not a stitch of clothing on her body, waiting in Full Hypnosis Mode. Doing my best to ignore that shocking, shameless sight, Karin sat beside me on the sofa and chattered without pause about everything that had happened at the knight order that day.
“Haah, seriously… Do you have any idea how much I suffered all day today, on top of yesterday, because of those insane rumors that you and I are engaged? Seniors, classmates, everyone swarmed me asking when we started dating. I thought I was going to die!”
“So what did you tell them?”
“I yelled at them not to stick their noses in other people’s family business!”
Karin ruffled her golden hair in irritation, then lowered her voice with a more serious expression.
“And… that trash baron who tried to molest me last time. He suddenly resigned from the knight order this morning.”
“Oh? Resigned?”
“Yeah. He claims he’s going to focus solely on family matters, take care of his wife, and devote himself to producing an heir… It’s laughable! That shameless bastard! He’s definitely planning to push his son forward as a proxy to buy a hypnotized woman, just like that devil of a count. Doesn’t it make you sick?”
I quietly watched the side of Karin’s face as she fumed and cursed the baron, swallowing a short sigh in my mind.
……Haah. Maybe I pushed her too hard.
The abyss operation—placing Camilla in Full Hypnosis Mode to maximize the despair of watching her mother be violated. The psychological blow had landed so perfectly that it produced an unexpected backlash. The overwhelming fear and shame of seeing her mother standing there naked, ready to be taken at any moment, had completely evaporated the shallow lust and sexual tension that had only just begun to bloom inside Karin.
Honestly… it was a bit much.
Thinking about it from the perspective of an ordinary person rather than someone who had possessed a hypnosis story they enjoyed, it really had been excessive. In the end, instead of embracing the girl I had turned into a bitch in heat ever since her first training session, I ended up sitting beside her like a platonic friend, listening to her workplace complaints and gossip about her superiors.
“Anyway, I was so exhausted from the commander’s training yesterday that I couldn’t even go to work today. While you were alone, did anything special happen?”
Karin snorted at my casual question.
“Special? Tsk, with that False Personality or whatever it is, I can’t even act according to my own will, so what kind of event could there be? I just perform my knight duties at the scheduled times, force myself to work overtime so I don’t have to eat with that old raccoon, or grab late-night snacks with my colleagues. That’s all my life amounts to!”
Her face suddenly drained of color as she spat out the words. She seemed to chew on their meaning, then wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered.
“…Wait. When I think about it, that’s a perfectly normal, ordinary life to anyone looking. Not a single shred of my own will is in it, yet it looks too flawless to outsiders… That’s what makes it even creepier. I feel like nothing but a hollow machine… It’s driving me insane!”
The bizarre normality had been meticulously engineered so that no outsider could detect she was a hypnotized doll. Karin once again expressed her disgust at the fundamental horror of such perfect control.
After that, with Camilla left standing like a statue, every time I returned from work to find her waiting naked in the corner, Karin would hurriedly dress her in the knight uniform. Instead of lust, the three of us spent the nights exchanging silly jokes and old stories.
This can only last a day or two… The President’s regular inspection is coming soon. Rather than wasting time chatting with the heroine in bed, I need to accomplish at least something more…
But honestly… I no longer felt like doing it either. I had grown quite exhausted from immersing myself in the villain role I had never played before possession.
Though I had charged forward like a madman, driven by the single desire to personally experience the depraved, devastating taste I had seen in countless classic hypnosis stories—including the original—my greed had made the situation harder to control. Above all, I had become so intoxicated by the pleasure of gnawing away at other people’s minds that my own mind was being eaten away, accumulating fatigue.
Sigh… For now, it might be better to focus on training this young knight’s body.
Two major death flags still loomed over me. Both were deadly crises that commonly visited customers who purchased dolls from the President—crises the original’s nameless trash extra, Edric, would never have faced.
To crush the doom flags that would surely arrive as they had in the original, a minimum level of physical power was essential.
Original volume four… Since the author dropped the series and ran away, I don’t know what comes after. To prepare for situations beyond my control, I need to train to at least Sword Master—preferably Grand Master. Or I could develop the family’s mage bloodline talent…
Why not take both paths and become a magic swordsman? As a fantasy-loving reader, the idea was quite tempting.
So what I needed to do right now was clear. Instead of wasting nights on refined conversation with Karin, I would use my teacher Camilla—left naked and idle—for her original purpose and train my body. That was the first step toward breaking this tedious situation.
The second step was to ensure that Karin, left alone in the room while I trained, would have no time to scheme with her clever mind.
As a means to that end, I had brought a thick hardcover book from the reading room in the Blake County Estate beforehand. I tossed it to Karin when she returned from work that day.
“Edric? What’s this?”
“Do you remember what I told you before? That even if my father becomes crippled, there are plenty of terrible ways for him to enjoy women at his side.”
Karin’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Back then you half-doubted me, saying that as the knight commander’s daughter, you couldn’t imagine how an impotent old eunuch could possibly violate a woman. So I brought something interesting from my father’s secret library. You have time—read it and see for yourself whether it’s true.”
Karin picked up the book with suspicious eyes. It was a black leather hardcover with no title on the cover. But the moment she turned the first page, her face flushed bright red like a tomato.
“Wh-what the hell is this…!!!”
It was not a medical text or a torture manual. On the surface it resembled one of those popular romance novels that noble young ladies of the empire secretly passed around, but the text inside was brutally explicit and insidious 19+ erotica.
Above all, the content was more than enough to shatter Karin’s mentality. It told the story of a pitiful heroine sold to an old, violent, sexually crippled king. To soothe his inferiority complex, the king forces her into grotesque and humiliating acts of tongue and breast service. Yet within that horrific hell, the heroine forms a secret relationship with the king’s young and gentle son—who pities and treasures her—and ultimately overcomes the tragedy to find true love.
“Why would the count even keep such a disgusting, subversive book in his library…!!!”
“Disgusting? Well. I brought it because the story of that old king, the pitiful heroine, and the gentle prince… feels so eerily similar to our own wretched situation, trapped in this hellish mansion.”
My sly answer made Karin’s red eyes tremble violently for a moment. I added with a languid smile.
“Besides, the grotesque positions and tongue services described in it… don’t they resemble what my father is forcing on Mother and the other maids even now? And look at the ending. The heroine chooses the prince before she can be forcibly violated, saves him, and finds true love herself, doesn’t she? We should do the same.”
To be honest, the gaslighting route I was currently using to dismantle Karin’s reason was nothing more than a patchwork of developments taken from the many devastating romance novels I had read before possession. So it was only natural that the library of this possessed world—where people lived the same lives—would contain countless third-rate 19+ novels with plots that mirrored the obvious clichés I was exploiting.
“Read it carefully. The choices the protagonists make in this novel may show us the path we need to survive this hell.”
With those words, I watched Karin freeze while clutching the book and swallowed a bitter chuckle inside.
On the board I’ve so meticulously prepared, this third-rate erotic drama will serve as the perfect textbook to corrupt the proud imperial female knight into the romance-fantasy heroine who willingly spreads her own legs.
With a meaningful smile, I turned my attention to Camilla, who had been waiting obediently in the corner, and gave her a command as though changing the subject.
“Commander, stop standing there so quietly. Starting tonight, train me all night long.”
“……Understood, Edric. I’ll go to the room and put on my training uniform properly.”
The moment I spoke, the red crest on Camilla’s lower abdomen vanished. The usual Knight Commander Camilla awakened and smiled brightly.
“………I should have done this from the beginning.”
“Right…”
Of course it was exactly what I had intended, but to Karin it must have looked as though the surest way to free her mother from Full Hypnosis Mode was to assign her duties as the “strict knight commander.”
With an expression of complete relief, Karin glanced repeatedly at the book I had given her. Eventually she murmured that she would read a little before work tomorrow and cautiously opened it.
Meanwhile, I draped a blanket over Karin—who had begun reading in earnest on the bed—saying she might get cold, then followed Camilla in her training clothes to the training grounds.
But Karin, did you know? Just because Camilla had released Full Hypnosis Mode and put on training clothes did not mean her true nature as a thoroughly tamed bitch in heat had disappeared.
“Haah… haah… Excellent perseverance, Edric.”
After training, Camilla looked down at me with ragged breaths caused by something other than physical exertion. Her blue eyes had shed their instructor’s strictness and were now sticky with thick lust.
Soon her soft breasts, heavy with that desire, heaved roughly with every breath.
The moment training ended, I pushed her into the secret room. When I roughly stroked her smooth thighs exposed beneath the training uniform, a sweet moan burst from her lips at once.
“If my mother-in-law has sweated like this training me all night, shouldn’t I reward you?”
“Hngh…… Of course, my son-in-law. I’ve been waiting desperately for this time alone.”
We had not yet reached insertion, but the day when Karin would fully surrender her body to me no longer seemed far away. Accordingly, the pet names we used for each other had already changed to “mother-in-law” and “son-in-law.”
In the depravity of intertwining her body with her daughter’s prospective husband—her absolute master—Camilla flushed crimson, threw off her training top, and clung to me without hesitation.
As their sweat-slicked, heated bodies pressed together, the beastly lust they had suppressed exploded all at once.
“Ahh…! M-Master…. Haang, ah!”
In the secret room that Camilla used, she bit her lip tightly, swallowed my massive length to the hilt, and began slamming her trained, firm waist—the waist of the empire’s greatest sword—wildly.
“Mm… mm… ngh… uhng. Haang… Edric! Edric, ahk….”
The nobility of being the empire’s knight commander had vanished without a trace. Only the coquettish moans of a fallen woman surrendering to the pleasure of being pierced by her master’s cock filled the dark room.
I roughly kneaded her voluptuous breasts as she panted in ecstasy, all while the peacefully sleeping Karin lay just beyond a one-way glass wall enchanted with soundproof magic. I indulged without restraint in the depraved, dense heat of that night.
And so… a week had passed since I began ruling Camilla and Karin, the two knight mother and daughter, as my dolls.
During the latter half of that week of training, every night while I used training with Camilla as an excuse to relieve my lust, Karin lay alone in bed, devouring the book I had thrown at her like a woman possessed.
At first she trembled with shame, but she gradually began to project herself completely into the pleasure described in the novel and the narrative of tragic romance.
That single book I had so carefully planted became the most fatal and sweetest culture medium for a romance-fantasy brain, completely melting the knight’s upright reason and making her mistake herself for the heroine of a tragic romance.
The stress of her shell-like daily life, combined with the terrible sense of neglect from not being embraced by me every night, created a perfect synergy with the romance novel. It was more than enough to make Karin—trapped in the secret room—believe I was her “only rope of salvation” and open her heart completely.
Above all…
“……After training with Mother again today… are you going to embrace that woman?”
“If you released me I might not, but no. Well, it seems she’s been avoiding the hypnosis-overcoming training lately too.”
Karin was firmly convinced that after finishing training with her, I went outside and embraced a woman I had bought with money. After the shock of the day Camilla had entered the secret room and caused a bug, she had stopped even the hypnosis-overcoming training.
Judging that the wound to her heart was too deep and needed time to heal, I had been enjoying secret rendezvous with Camilla under the pretext of training. But Karin, unable to take a single step outside the secret room in the darkness-shrouded mansion, knew none of the truth.
She spent her nights on the bed shedding tears, immersed in the hellish delusion that after training I was embracing another woman while her mother Camilla was being summoned to the old count’s bedroom and brutally violated. All of it, she told herself, was because of the sexual sensitivity the original protagonist had planted—the terrible curse of pleasure.
“Aah…… Edric…… If you are my salvation…… please, save me……”
Even though she had been reduced to a doll I could embrace anytime with a single command, Karin blindly relied on me because I still refused to touch her first. She consoled her body’s pleasure with a sorrowful cry.
But Karin, confined to the secret room for an entire week, had no idea even in her dreams.
In the dark blind spot she could not see, the savior she called for so desperately was actually violating the deepest parts of her mother Camilla’s body.
I looked down with interest at Karin’s sorrowful masturbation, then whispered like a devil into the ear of Camilla, who panted beneath me.
“Mother-in-law. Your daughter is begging me for salvation over there. What should I do?”
“Haah, ngh…… Save her…… Son-in-law. And love that child fully… as a woman……”
“To achieve both her salvation and her love at the same time, Karin must offer her ‘virginity’ to me herself, right?”
A terrible declaration to violate his own daughter. Yet Camilla, who had already been instilled with the distorted belief that being embraced by the person you love as a doll is happiness, instead smiled with pure joy.
“Of course, aah……! For a woman… spending her first night with the person she loves is… the happiest thing in the world!”
With her twisted blessing, my burning desire flooded Camilla’s depths.
Right after climax, breathing languidly, I asked.
“Then what is your happiness as her mother?”
“My daughter…… becoming happy……”
“……I promise. I will take your daughter’s virginity and turn her into the happiest bitch. And the three of us will live together forever.”
“Thank you…… my son-in-law……”
Camilla clung to my chest, shedding tears of emotion. Confirming that bizarre and perfect submission, the corners of my mouth drew a bitter curve.
The bomb the original protagonist planted. The last remnant of resistance left in Camilla’s depths… is slowly crumbling. Hehehe. Karin, the moment you offer your virginity to me of your own will will be the exact moment your mother completely submits to me.
I alternated my gaze between Karin—masturbating while calling my name—and the mother who begged me to make her daughter happy, and let out a deep, mocking laugh.