First Inspection and Unexpected Advice
The secret chamber in the Blake County Estate. Following the President’s instructions, Camilla and Karin lay side by side on the cold marble floor, completely naked. They were on all fours in the obscene posture of beasts in heat, hips thrust high. Even as he gazed upon that depraved, lust-stirring sight, the President examined the most intimate folds of the mother and daughter with the indifferent, clinical touch of a gloved hand tuning a finely crafted instrument. Then he shifted their positions to expose their bellies and carefully traced the glowing red crests engraved there.
With nothing more than a fleeting brush and a pulse of mana, the two renowned female knights of the Empire trembled violently at the waist and created a slick puddle on the floor. It was a bizarre yet mesmerizing chorus from dolls whose bodily control had been utterly stolen, now utterly surrendered to the hierarchy of pleasure.
I watched this thrilling inspection performance from the depths of a plush sofa, utterly relaxed. The woman who had whispered that she loved me only moments ago, and the woman who had wept and begged me to save her, were now panting like bitches in heat beneath another man’s businesslike touch.
‘Heh heh heh. NTR isn’t my thing, but this kind of inspection scene is the absolute pinnacle of hypnosis stories. There’s no greater thrill than having a perfectly broken creation verified through a third party’s eyes.’
I’ll say it again: nothing in a hypnosis story gets me harder than a scene like this.
“The inspection is complete. Both products are in perfect condition.”
Having finished his examination, the President removed his white gloves and spoke with a professional smile.
“My, my, dear customer. I’m impressed. I never imagined you would complete that unfinished product in such a manner. Heh heh heh, truly exquisite.”
His expert praise, having quickly noticed Karin’s transformation, put me in such a good mood that I nearly started humming. I turned my gaze to the mother and daughter now that the inspection was over.
In Full Hypnosis Mode, the red crests glowing on their lower abdomens, they stood frozen with empty, shame-stripped eyes. Both hands were placed atop their heads, shamelessly exposing their armpits in a lewd pose.
As I admired their obscene forms, I casually brought up something that had been bothering me during the past week of training.
“A little while ago, while using Camilla in Karin’s training, I noticed a rather strange symptom.”
While lounging deep in the sofa, I deliberately omitted the fact that I had intentionally overlapped contradictory commands on Camilla to trigger the bug, and spoke in a deliberately serious tone.
At my words, the President lowered his head, a hint of apology visible behind his leather mask.
“Oh dear, customer. My apologies. In that case, we should perform a more thorough examination. It might be somewhat obscene and uncomfortable to watch. Shall we move to another chamber?”
“No need. On the contrary, it’s rather entertaining to watch an expert work firsthand.”
“Understood. Then please excuse me.”
At a single gesture from the President, a bizarre black magic circle unfolded across the cold marble floor. He approached the seated Camilla and began meticulously scanning her body from head to toe, inspecting every inch.
Then, after a moment, a very secretive and peculiar wave flowed from his lips.
"[Flos Abyssi.]"
⟨ Flower of the Abyss ⟩
The moment the administrator-exclusive keyword left his mouth, I casually cast my bait.
“Last time, that masked woman who acts as your proxy blew a similar whistle-like command at the Baron’s doll… Is that some kind of special keyword only hypnotists can use?”
At my question, the President turned his head and clapped his hands in genuine admiration.
“Oh~ As expected of the mage bloodline. To perceive it in the form of sound.”
He continued his explanation while skillfully stroking Camilla’s red crest with his fingers.
“This is the language of the mythical era. It is an ‘administrator keyword’ that only special personnel, including myself, may use. Ah! If you’re worried that I or my staff might secretly tamper with your precious goods using this, please rest easy.”
The President crossed his index and middle fingers like scissors and made a savage gesture as if biting something with his mouth.
“If anyone attempts to abuse this code to violate a customer’s product, the absolute prohibition system planted inside the doll will activate. The doll will then sever the illegal user’s genitals with her own hands. Naturally, I am not exempt.”
So that… was why I couldn’t use the administrator keyword on my mother Carna when I first possessed this body…
“…Ahem… Well, why would I doubt the President whom the Empire’s nobility have blindly trusted for so long? So, did you find any particular cause?”
The President pondered for a moment before answering with clear interest.
“Upon investigation, it appears to be a symptom of Full Hypnosis Mode being reset. This kind of bug is a temporary error caused when multiple complex commands become entangled and the ego collides.”
The President, completely unaware that I had deliberately triggered this collision bug from the original story through meticulous calculation, instead looked at me with fascination. For the first time today, he smiled with personal curiosity rather than professional detachment and asked,
“My, my… Just how exactly did you use Captain Camilla in the training of Lady Karin to trigger such a bug? Please, do tell. As an expert, I need to understand the exact symptoms to provide the perfect solution.”
I grinned and revealed every detail of the vicious training methods I had employed in this chamber without holding anything back.
“It’s simple. I deceived Karin, manipulated her solely with my Three-Inch Tongue, and trampled her pathetic hopes. In the process, to make her believe that I wasn’t actually Camilla’s true owner, I implanted contradictory commands into Camilla at the same time—her fierce maternal love, her noble knightly sense of justice, and commands that a doll under absolute obedience could never carry out. The result was that she started glitching and stuttering like a broken machine.”
The instant I finished speaking, the President let out a genuine gasp of admiration.
“Wow, incredible. Customer, you are truly training your dolls in a way that perfectly matches my tastes! Gaslighting that pierces the contradictions of the ego beyond mere bodily control. Hahaha, this person is the real deal!”
The President burst into pleasant laughter and sat down across from me.
“Similar bugs may occur again during future training. Will that be a problem? For example, if the original ego awakens?”
“Hahaha. It’s fine. The very purpose of the reset is to prevent the ego from awakening. On the contrary, the more often these ego collisions occur, the more the inner self gradually synchronizes with the doll. And… heh heh heh, the doll is completed to perfectly match the owner’s personality and preferences.”
The President sighed, saying it was something most customers ignored even when told.
“Well. My own father only ever used my mother as a doll, after all. By the way, are those two standing behind you your disciples? Or are they guard knights?”
When I asked, the President shrugged.
“Ah! They are my personal guard dolls. The Empire’s public order has been rather poor lately, hasn’t it? Beautiful women are frequently kidnapped and sold to brothels, and men who possess some strength often go missing only to be found as corpses.”
I gave a wry smile at his shameless answer and teased,
“And some of them must have become your organization’s products, right?”
“Hahaha, how could that be? All of our products have become the matriarchs or second wives of distinguished families. Occasionally some become the lovers of upstart nobles, but they are all living quite happily. Those who go missing are solely the work of low-quality human traffickers.”
The President emphasized his organization’s thorough after-sales service and product management while joking around.
I played along outwardly while sneering inwardly.
‘Heh heh heh. As if I don’t know that your hobby is deliberately turning irredeemable villainesses and villains into whores and gigolos before selling them off.’
The President, the protagonist of the original novel, certainly used hypnosis to turn humans into dolls and sell them, but he also possessed the traits of a romance-fantasy protagonist who enjoyed carrying out his own brand of justice. Considering his true identity, it made perfect sense. Since it wasn’t important enough to reveal in the first volume, I steered the conversation back to a topic that mattered to me.
“Still, if they’re personal guard knights, you could have chosen beautiful women you could use anytime, like my knight mother and daughter. Using grim-looking men instead… you really do keep business and pleasure strictly separate.”
“Hahaha, honestly, if such merchandise appeared at auction, I would want to bid as a participant. However, high-quality goods like that are rare, so I make do with these fellows.”
The President’s answer was crucial to me. After all, in the original story, the reason the delinquent extra had obtained the knight mother and daughter at auction after his death and made them his guard knights was precisely this.
‘In the original story, this bastard would have owned them after I died and they went to auction. But now they belong entirely to me.’
The overwhelming sense of conquest from having stolen what should have been the protagonist’s possessions made my lower half swell heavily.
Catching sight of it, the President smiled slyly and offered,
“The inspection is finished. If waiting is too difficult, you may use either of them right now.”
“Hahaha, I couldn’t possibly do that while conversing with a valued business partner. I’ll enjoy them slowly after you leave.”
I declined leisurely, paused for a moment, then asked,
“One thing puzzles me, though. How did an extreme premium product like Camilla manage to avoid falling into your organization’s clutches until she was in her late thirties?”
Even though I knew the original story, I wanted to hear the answer directly. No matter how many people they turned into dolls, I wanted to confirm the author’s firm ‘standards’ myself.
“It’s because of our organization’s iron rule. We only handle adult women aged twenty or older. In the case of married women, we absolutely do not touch them until their children reach adulthood. Children are the treasures of human society, after all.”
At the claim that children must grow up healthy under their mothers, I let out a scoff.
“Hoo, quite a wholesome business philosophy.”
“Yes~. That’s what sets our organization apart from ordinary human traffickers! In that sense, Captain Camilla, who gave birth to her daughter quite early in her late teens, had been cleverly evading our regulatory net until now. Only now that her daughter, Lady Karin, has become an adult has the first order come in through you, Master Edric.”
I rested my chin on my hand and chuckled.
“That’s amusing. Then among your main customer base, there must be perverted nobles who specifically target married women with children over twenty, hypnotize them, and steal them to make them wives or concubines.”
“Haha, Master Edric. Please call it divorce and remarriage if possible. Doesn’t that phrasing sound a bit vulgar? And while some of my subordinates do have such tastes, I personally have no interest in stealing another man’s woman. Why? Do you have a married woman in mind?”
At the original protagonist’s brazenness, I curled the corners of my mouth as well.
“Who knows. I might consider a widow. I don’t like destroying other people’s families either. Even a delinquent has some moral standards.”
Incidentally, something I learned while living as Edric was that this guy surprisingly never touched women who had living husbands. Even while swinging his dick around freely, he didn’t commit NTR. For someone who looked like a blonde bastard to everyone else, he apparently had his own code of ethics. As proof of that—
“Hahaha. Now that I think about it, the one who started all this was Lady Elizabeth, wasn’t it? That woman was a widow. Heh heh heh.”
“Judging by that laugh… someone must have commissioned it. Who was it?”
“We place the highest priority on protecting our clients’ confidentiality.”
Since the original story had briefly mentioned that woman’s fate, I decided not to press further.
After the inspection of my Camilla and Karin was complete, I left the two women standing there naked and frozen like statues while I enjoyed a relaxed chat with the President over tea and liquor.
The main topic of conversation was storytelling-related issues I was currently facing during Karin’s training. My personal route for how to use Camilla so that Karin would completely submit to me was the complete opposite of the original story. No matter how well I understood the original plot, I needed the professional insight of the original protagonist, a true master of hypnosis.
And as for the ending as well…
“President, let me ask you one thing. Right now I’m pretending to be Karin’s false savior and hitting her with intense gaslighting… As an expert, how do you think I should conclude this training?”
At my question, the President set down his teacup with interest and rested his chin on his hand.
“Hahaha. You sound like a reader asking about the ending of a novel. It depends on the customer’s taste. The so-called ‘Normal Ending’ and ‘Corrupted Ending.’”
“Hoo, let’s hear them.”
“For the Normal Ending, you hide the truth until the very end and remain her perfect savior, instilling eternal dependency. The doll’s durability is preserved, making her easy to keep and use for a lifetime. On the other hand, the Corrupted Ending is… when she firmly believes you are her savior and is filled with the greatest hope, you reveal that you were the mastermind who designed this entire hell, shattering her mind to pieces.”
The President clicked his tongue and gave a devilish smile.
“Personally, judging by your tastes, customer, the latter seems more fitting. However, if you’re not careful the doll may go completely insane and need to be disposed of, so pacing is essential. Every time she is about to break, you must preserve her sanity with small rewards and pleasure.”
‘As expected of the original protagonist, even if he’s rotten. He accurately pinpoints the direction of the training.’
The President’s sincere answers as a businessman provided me with a vital milestone for determining the future direction of this training.
More than that…
“…Come to think of it, it’s a shame. With your skill, there must be countless regular clients in the Empire who became your customers before me. That means most noticeable beauties are probably already dolls with someone else’s name tag on them. Even if I request a new product, the chances that it already belongs to someone are high.”
When I expressed regret that I would soon become this man’s VIP client yet orders might overlap, he joked,
“Hahaha. Our organization has limited personnel and we are selective about our clients. Moreover, beautiful women often fall in love with handsome men early and cause accidents in their teens, which frequently puts them outside our standards.”
He added with a shrug that because of this, most noticeable beauties were young brides married before twenty, and even their organization, which never touched minors, was finding business difficult lately.
“Besides, ‘never touch married women with husbands’ is practically an unwritten rule for our organization. Love triangles cause far more trouble than they’re worth.”
If it was simply a lover or fiancée, they could just break them up. But selling a woman who had officially registered her marriage under imperial law to another man required dealing with all sorts of complicated administrative procedures, which was annoying and complex, the President explained with a chuckle.
“However… there’s nothing quite as stimulating and enjoyable as a love triangle. And a young, beautiful widow without a husband is an extremely tempting target that can always fetch the highest price, so there are employees who deliberately target only such prey.”
The President’s eyes gleamed with a sinister light behind his leather mask as he continued.
“That’s why there have always been quite a few radical customers who deliberately turn targets into widows. Heh heh heh, so dear customer, who will soon receive good news, please be careful of what’s behind you.”
It was the President’s own clear warning that, in order to obtain Karin who would become my wife, there were plenty of trash around me aiming for my life as well.
At his meaningful advice, I coldly curled the corners of my mouth and answered briefly.
“I know.”
There is already a fearless bastard in this very mansion who is aiming for my life and daring to covet what belongs to me. Therefore, I plan to cut off his windpipe first.