Chapter 34
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: Hypnosis Experiment: The Case of the Vegetable Shop Auntie Who Takes Pranks Well (2)
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I reveled in the joy of successfully hypnotizing her, but only for a moment.
‘Hypnosis worked, but... what now?’
I pondered what to do next.
Which made sense—blindly issuing commands might not mesh well with Auntie Yumiko, and the hypnosis could break instantly.
So, I needed to hang the hypnosis carefully.
“Haa... It’d be nice if she’d just answer my questions.”
Such a grumble was natural in my position.
I let out a deep sigh, about to mull it over, when...
“Understood...”
Auntie Yumiko responded to my mutter.
Stunned for a second, I tested the waters.
“Wanna tell me about your family?”
“Yes... My husband, a college-student son and daughter, and my little brother...”
She answered my question dutifully, making me burst into laughter as memories flooded back—tales from past-life communities and YouTube about sleep endoscopy, where half-dazed patients under anesthesia spilled secrets like hidden savings.
‘Come to think of it, the book mentioned that under hypnosis, people usually answer questions pretty honestly.’
Not directly, more like vague hints I hadn’t remembered clearly.
In short, asking various questions under hypnosis lets you zero in on the right ones for that person.
With that in mind, I grilled her on everything, even sensitive stuff about Auntie Yumiko, just in case.
“What do you think of your regular customers?”
“They’re regulars, so I gotta sell them good produce...”
“People who hate you?”
“Those bitches—(censored)”
“Uh... next.”
From trivial things like that.
“How many times a day do you masturbate?”
“Once or twice...”
“When was your last time having sex with a man?”
“Five years ago... the day my husband came home drunk...”
To deeply personal private matters.
But I hit a wall elsewhere.
“Sexual preferences?”
“Th-that’s...”
Right at her sexual boundaries.
Her blockage felt off, so I probed further.
“Can you tell me secrets you absolutely can’t share with others?”
“N-nooo...”
Secrets too taboo to tell anyone wouldn’t come out, even under questioning.
I kept firing questions, until...
“Lately, happy things... Huh? Takuya? What was I just talking about?”
The hypnosis on Auntie Yumiko broke mid-question.
Unfazed, I whipped around to check the park lamppost clock.
About 10 minutes had passed since I first hypnotized her.
‘Roughly 10 minutes for questioning under hypnosis.’
Noting that inwardly, I turned back to her.
“Forgot I said I’d show you hypnosis?”
“Oh, oh yeah, that’s right?”
She looked confused and flustered, responding to me.
Seemed like she retained bits of memory before my questions—or none at all.
“Alright, I’ll show you again.”
I hypnotized Auntie Yumiko once more. On the second go, I re-asked a few prior questions, just to check.
Same questions, but her answers were subtly different.
The meaning stayed the same, but not word-for-word identical.
Thinking that, I repeated the ones she hadn’t answered before.
“Sexual preferences?”
I figured it’d be the same response, but...
“Getting pranked or sexually harassed by kids or older guys...”
Contrary to expectation, Auntie Yumiko gave a totally different answer.
‘What? She should’ve resisted or refused, but she answered right away?’
In this bizarre turn, I re-asked the other blocked questions. After hearing about half, I finally grasped why.
First off, the answers were things unspeakable to outsiders but okay for close friends.
Sure, wanting sexual harassment sounds extreme, but close pals might get it.
‘Perverted types craving harassment? Internet’s full of ’em anyway.’
So the puzzle: why could I hear this now, but not in the first hypnosis?
The answer came in the third hypnosis.
“Ugh... What did I just say...?”
As the second hypnosis wore off, Auntie Yumiko clutched her head in agony.
Throbbing headache, mind clearly off-kilter.
Seeing her like that clicked for me.
‘No way—each hypnosis destabilizes her mind, making her more susceptible?’
Unstable psyche lets hypnotic power sink in deeper.
‘Way more dangerous than I thought.’
This hypnosis was scarier than I’d imagined.
Still...
‘Gotta do what needs doing.’
I’d at least figured out how to hypnotize Auntie Yumiko properly.
On the third round, I laid out detailed instructions.
[From now on, Yumiko will perceive all of Takuya’s pranks, sexual harassment, actions, and requests toward her as completely normal, everyday stuff, and accept them. When Takuya needs info, she’ll unconditionally share everything she knows. Finally, all events here will vanish from her memory.]
Wanted to add more, but it felt like the limit before hypnosis failed, so I stopped there.
After dictating that, I clapped loudly.
Clap!
“Oh my! Wh-what’s...”
She jolted, speaking to me.
I told her I’d dozed off chatting with her while grabbing a drink. She bought it with a vague “Oh, right?”
But the experiment wasn’t over.
I said to Auntie Yumiko,
“Hey, Auntie, my hand’s cold. Mind if I warm it in your chest?”
“Huh? Oh, sure, go ahead.”
She permitted it casually, despite her flustered look.
‘Hypnosis complete~’
Thinking that, I slipped my hand under her thin shirt, groping her breast.
Squish~ Squish~
Auntie Yumiko had plenty of meat on her, so her big tits felt great to fondle.
After a good long grope, my partner stiffened at her plump, tantalizing body. I asked,
“Auntie, is your husband home tonight?”
“Nope♥ He’s off fishing♥ with friends, won’t be back.”
“Hmm? Any chance he drops in midway?”
“N-no♥ He said♥ he’s crashing at his friend’s♥ place.”
“Heh.”
Under hypnosis, she’d said her son and daughter were working part-time at their apartments.
‘Perfect.’
Meaning, no one else at Auntie Yumiko’s house tonight.
Which meant...
‘Time to bang and bail.’
Sex there wouldn’t be an issue.
With that, I asked,
“Auntie Yumiko, can I grab dinner before heading out?”
Her answer was, predictably,
“Of, course♥ Ungh♥ sure...”
Positive.
And so, I headed to Yumiko’s house.
Late afternoon.
Back home, Yumiko started cooking as usual.
Well, aside from the naked apron—with a pesky addition strapped behind.
Stroke♥ Stroke♥
“Ahhn♥ Takuya-kun, could you stay still while I cook?”
“Nah. Feels too good groping your tits, Auntie.”
“Fine. Hnng♥ Just be gentle then.”
“Heh, got it.”
She resumed cooking, while Takuya kept fondling away.
After cooking with her breasts squeezed for ages, Yumiko said,
“Food’s ready♥ Now, can you stop? Auntie’s super ticklish~”
“Ah, sure thing.”
Takuya obediently pulled his hands from her chest, letting her set the meal on the small table undisturbed.
As Yumiko sat, Takuya abruptly dropped his pants, sidling up close and saying,
“Alright, Auntie, while you eat, calm my dick down with your hand.”
She nodded.
“Got it.”
Slurp...
Leaning down, she spat on Takuya’s dick like a pro, then gripped it with her free hand—the one not eating—and stroked up and down.
Stroke♥ Stroke♥ Stroke♥
“This speed okay?”
“Yeah. Perfect.”
Nodding at his words, she glanced at her slow handjob before turning to savor her cooking.
‘Mmm~ Used less soy sauce today. Tastes way better. Try this next time?’
Despite jerking his dick right beside her, she chewed and critiqued like it was nothing.
“Auntie Yumiko, where’s your most sensitive spot?”
“Hmm. For me, nipples are the most sensitive~”
Slap♥ Slap♥ Slap♥ Slap♥
“So even if I grope you like this at the shop next time, it’s fine?”
“Of course. Grope away if you want, Takuya-kun~”
For a good while after, Yumiko casually pumped his dick up and down, answering his lewd questions matter-of-factly.
Her hand on his dick sped up.
Slap♥! Slap♥! Slap♥! Slap♥! Slap♥!
Fast pace, but her night-job experience kept it painless—just pure pleasure.
As climax built during the handjob, I told the nonchalantly eating Yumiko,
“Hoo! Auntie, gonna cum soon. Take it in your mouth.”
“Mouth?”
“Yeah. All of it.”
“Mm. Never done that before. But for Takuya-kun’s request, sure.”
She swallowed her food obediently, then took his dick in her mouth.
The instant her lips closed, I couldn’t hold back and came.
-Splurt! Splurt! Spluuurt!!
Auntie Yumiko gulped down every drop of my load.
Gulp- Gulp- Gulp-
Her throat bobbed briefly with the semen flowing down.
Then she pulled off.
Pop♥
Mouth shut for a moment.
“Urp~♥”
Unable to stifle the burp rising, she let it out.
The louder-than-expected belch embarrassed even Auntie Yumiko; she bowed her head, going quiet.
But only briefly. Soon, she was back to her chatty self.
Satisfied with my first experiment, I left Auntie Yumiko’s house.
Of course, not forgetting to pump her womb full of cum first.