Taming the Arrogant Teacher
The scene I loved most in Hypnosis School was right here—the moment of induction. Time to play with her mind however I please.
"Teacher, when I say [Meat Toilet Teacher], you'll enter this hypnotized state. Got it?"
"Hypnotized... state..."
I set the keyword first. I remembered the game warning that overusing the hypnosis app without one would destroy brain cells.
"Teacher, if you try to harm or even think of harming Jintae in front of you, your body won't move..."
"Won't... move..."
"Yeah, your whole body will freeze like a doll..."
"Like a doll... freeze..."
One thing I learned from the game: the more specific the suggestion, the better it works. Get sloppy, and you'd hit a bad end exploiting loopholes. So I planned to make it airtight... extremely airtight...
"From now on, Teacher, your body can't refuse my commands."
"Yes... can't refuse..."
"Even if you hear my command and try not to do it, your body will move on its own..."
"Will move... on its own..."
I couldn't wait to see how much agony she'd feel when her body betrayed her against my orders.
"Teacher, have you ever masturbated before?"
"Yes... I have..."
"And have you ever cum from masturbating?"
"...Yes..."
Perfect. That made hypnotizing her even easier. My dick hardened as I pictured her fingering herself, fueling the trance.
"From now on, Teacher, whenever you ingest or take my saliva, piss, semen, or any bodily fluids into your body, you'll feel twice the pleasure you've ever known."
"Twice the... pleasure..."
I'd read women's orgasms were ten times stronger than men's. Stacking ten times on that might kill her from shock, so I compromised at twice.
"And the most important part: Teacher, do you have a first love?"
"Yes... I do..."
"Who was it?"
"The boy next door... oppa..."
The boy next door—straight out of a pure romance comic. Sorry, neighbor oppa, but I'm hijacking your memory.
"Teacher, every time I touch you sexually or you climax, you'll feel ten times the love you felt for that boy next door—but for me."
"Ten times... the love..."
Prep complete. She couldn't harm me... ingesting my fluids would flood her with pleasure and love... Meat Toilet Teacher achieved.
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Clap!
"Huh? ...Right, Jintae. Explain why you came in here. Hurry up!"
I snapped her out, and Lee Yuri picked up right where she'd left off, snapping at me. No clue what happened in between.
"I hypnotized you good, Teacher."
"Hypnosis? ...You messing with me?"
"No joke. Want a demo right now?"
"What...?"
People panic at the unknown. It flashed across her face, and I grinned.
"Teacher, take off your top right now."
"What? You... what the hell are you—?! ...?!"
The instant she heard my command, her expression shifted. Her face stiffened like sudden chest pains, freezing cold despite her open mouth...
"What the—! My body...!!!"
Unbelievable. Her mind screaming it was impossible, but her body gearing up to obey anyway. Panic set in.
"No! Stop it! Freeze!!! "
Cold sweat beaded all over her... her breathing grew ragged, like she was suffocating...
But her resistance was futile. Her hands moved smoothly, stripping off her top without hesitation.
"Ooh... nice one, Teacher."
"Nngh!!! Jintae, you bastard... I'll kill you..."
Would she get the chance? In a flash, her blouse was off, revealing those massive tits cradled in a pure white bra. I was in awe as she glared daggers, shrugging off her scarf last. Her top half was fully exposed now—breasts bursting against the fabric, eyes burning with hate.
"What the fuck did you do to me, Jintae?"
"Like I said—hypnotized you. Specifically, turned you into my meat toilet."
"Meat!? Meat toilet?!"
"Yeah, the kind that squeals in joy when it takes my fluids."
Her sanity snapped at my words. She lunged.
"You crazy piece of shit!!!"
Whoosh!
Her furious slap halted inches from my face.
"What... why won't my body...?"
"Hypnosis, obviously. You can't harm me anymore, Teacher."
Frantic as her body refused, she backed up, sucking in a deep breath at the air.
"Hmph! Hmph!... Why won't this work either?!"
"Trying to yell? That's harm too, Teacher."
All avenues sealed, realization dawned—despair etched her face.
"Jintae, you think you'll get away with this!?"
"Worry about yourself first, Teacher."
"You... what are you planning...?"
"Planning? I'll just talk. You'll act."
Savoring her terror, I gave the order I'd been holding back.
"Teacher, strip naked right now. Everything except your shoes."
"W-Wait...!!! "
"Begin... now!"
"Gah!!! Aaaahhh!!!"
My command hit, twisting her face in agony again. She curled up, fighting with her last scraps of will, but her body betrayed her, peeling off the rest.
"I'll... definitely... kill you..."
Skirt off, stockings rolled down, bra unhooked. Her masterpiece body emerged—DD-cup tits at least, neatly trimmed purple bush, firm ass. The counseling room filled with her female scent.
"Wow..."
Last garment gone, she stood bare before me, face flushed, straining to hold back. Hating to show me this, but only making me harder.
"What now...?"
I stepped close.
"Hands behind your back, chest out. Hold it for ten minutes. So I can touch..."
"What!?"
"Execute."
"Urk!!!..."
Her body obeyed instantly. Before she could speak, my hands were on her tits.
*Squish~*
*Squish~*
*Squish~*
"Ngh♥♥♥♥ Get your filthy hands off, Jintae!"
"Huh? You moaning already?"
"Moaning♥? What the hell are you talking about?!"
Grinding her teeth in humiliation, she held the pose. I kneaded those dream tits to my heart's content.
*Squish~*
*Squish~*
*Squish~*
*Squish~*
*Squish~*
Lee Yuri's breasts from the game—soft yet firm, woman's skin yielding under my fingers. Her nipples hardened too. That sharp pink peak on her voluptuous chest... I couldn't resist sucking.
*Suck!*
*Suck!*
*Suck!*
*Suck!*
*Suck!*
"Urgh♥... Stop... that..."
*Suck!*
*Suck!*
*Suck!*
*Suck!*
"Nngh♥"
Sucking her tits drew real moans of pleasure. After rubbing and tasting for ten full minutes, I pulled back on purpose.
"Hah... hah... hah... That it?"
Just the beginning.
"That's done, but plenty left."
"What else...?"
"Don't worry. No killing or anything dangerous."
Her eyes filled with despair at "not over," glaring as I began the real work.
"Teacher, kiss me."