Grape (6)

After mulling it over some more, I came to a conclusion about my current situation. I want to have sex with Rapid. To have sex with Rapid, I need to hypnotize her. I want to hypnotize Rapid, but if I get caught, it'll be dangerous, so I need to get more skilled at using it first. To get more skilled and use the hypnosis app safely, I need to study it. To study the hypnosis app, I need points. To get points, I need Rapid's hair. To get Rapid's hair safely, I need to hypnotize her. The situation loops back on itself and clashes.

The one silver lining is that putting Rapid into a simple hypnotic trance isn't risky at all. I've groped her massive tits in that unconscious standby state before giving commands, and I've even fucked Grape, so collecting some hair should be totally doable. But I can't just cut it off forcibly. She might notice something weird, and for top-tier hair, I need it pulled from the root with the follicle intact. What if I pluck it? Could the pain snap her out of hypnosis? Maybe if I hypnotize her not to resist having her hair plucked. But honestly, I don't need to pluck it. Just brushing her hair with a comb should loosen enough loose strands.

Rapid's hair is consumable. Just like how I buy it, sniff the scent from the bag, and enjoy it until it fades, other buyers do the same and repurchase after a while. That means once you've bought some, you won't need more for a bit. The longer you store it, the less value it holds, so getting a steady supply at the right timing for resale is plenty.

Even skimming these forum posts, the jargon makes my head hurt—it's like decoding cryptic passwords. I need time to puzzle out and interpret the terms I'm using myself. Starting from the earliest thread, I should buy posts one by one, read slowly, and study until I fully get it. Even if I stockpile tons of hair for points and bulk-buy threads, it'll still take forever to understand. No rush. I've already got the hypnosis app in my hands. Take it slow and steady.

"Ow, ow..."

Having sorted out my thoughts on the hypnosis app and my future goals, I slapped on the pain-relief patch I'd bought on the way home and swallowed some painkillers. My lower back, upper back, and stomach hurt like hell. The red marks from fucking Grape still haven't faded—they're like permanent badges of that wild ride. These painkillers are brutally strong; drowsiness hit me the second they kicked in. In a society constantly raided by Negatives, real injuries are common, so meds have gotten insanely potent—now most of them knock you out just from popping one.

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Guess I should just crash. I flopped onto the bed, but before sleeping, I grabbed my Vision Phone. Recalling the sex with Grape, I opened the messenger app and naturally tapped on "Team Leader"—Grape's profile. Her old pic of her working out, with that motivational caption "Always giving my best, fighting today too!" had changed to a blank black background with no message at all.

Checking the chat history, there was a message she'd sent about ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠an hour after we parted.

That must be about the early leave we talked about. Scrolling up, our past chats were all strictly work-related—no personal stuff at all.

As the youngest programmer, she often had me run errands, but it was all professional team leader stuff—managing the staff properly. She did her work cleanly, managed employees well, and took care of herself meticulously... It's still hard to believe this team leader is the magical girl Grape, that she fucked me using the hypnosis app.

"Ugh..."

Just thinking about it again made me horny as hell, my dick stiffening up, but my back hurt too much to even sit up for a jerk-off. Screw it, sleep first. I typed a reply to Grape.

The second I hit send, the read receipt vanished. I closed the Vision Phone to sleep, but a reply pinged right away, forcing me to look again.

She usually sent long, one-sided walls of text, but these were choppy, like someone else was typing. She seemed to want me to stay home tomorrow. Pondering her angle, I figured she hoped I wouldn't show—maybe guilt from raping her subordinate after getting addicted to my fluids. She'd handle any work stuff, and that thermal cam footage from the raid escape? She'd cover it. I wouldn't mind an extra day off to recover; my back and gut needed it.

But to prevent any slip-ups, I needed to reinforce her hypnosis. After agonizing, I decided on deepening her current delusion: make her really believe she'd raped me. As a righteous, kind magical girl, that guilt would make her avoid mentioning me. She was already trying to protect me, so a little nudge would suffice. No need for complex shit when I barely understood hypnosis yet.

Planning to hypnotize her first thing tomorrow, I sent it—and the read receipt vanished instantly. She was glued to the chat.

Yep, subtly pushing me to skip work. But skipping the day after tomorrow was one thing—tomorrow, I needed to go in, hypnotize her quick, then relax guilt-free.

Her reasons for wanting me gone: fear of her magical girl identity leaking, and disbelief over raping me. With this magnanimous reply, her responses halted. Read receipt popped instantly, but no reply. Time to sleep. I set the phone down, but then one came through.

No intention of outing her as a magical girl. I fired back before she could respond.

Nothing actually left at work, but this setup let me hypnotize her then bail home. I'd love a break if possible—no attachment to the job, and leave was unlimited anyway.

No dilemma here—she was handing me the perfect spot and time for hypnosis. Sweet.

The preemptive painkillers were hitting hard—too drowsy for more chat. I tossed the Vision Phone onto the bed and closed my eyes.