The Hypnosis Revelation

In the video, Rapid's voice was hoarse and broken as another man's cum poured into her pussy. Legs spread wide in a bathroom stall, she used one hand to pry open her overflowing pussy—her hole so stuffed it was barely visible—begging for more to be shoved inside her creampied cunt.

The screen flashed and shook nonstop. On a cheap bed, Rapid was getting fucked, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her body filled to the brim with the man's seed. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠saint reduced to a mere cumdump for his cock. I was jealous… so jealous it choked me. My dick throbbed on its own, arms trembling—I wanted to fuck Rapid so bad I couldn't hold back.

"Haa, haa, haa, haa…."

My head spun. My breath came in gasps, suffocating me. The next video started playing.

Maybe the man had snatched her smartphone, because now it was from his POV: Rapid on all fours like a cat, ass up, as he slowly pressed his cock against her pussy.

Shocking words spilled out. Yet I couldn't tear my eyes from Rapid's massive ass—wider than the man's hips—or her huge tits spilling out to the sides even from behind. An impossible body. Her waist was so slim that when the man's hand gripped it, one palm nearly covered half, making her ass look even bigger.

Jealousy filled my head: I want to fuck her too. But curiosity about the other videos kept me glued.

The rest were similar. Rapid in slutty lingerie on the bed, taking creampie after creampie. Posing lewdly with dazed eyes and tongue out. Spreading her pussy herself, silently shaking her hips to beg for cock. Hiding in an alley during a battle—repair bots whirring nearby—as she braced against the wall and got railed from behind…

Photos of kisses hiding the man's lips, her sucking dick, tits being groped and stretched… All in empty spots, just the two of them. That felt off. Hiding a boyfriend? Something was weird. The locations seemed hidden, secretive—and given Rapid's status, maybe understandable—but still, something nagged.

"Ah…."

I got it. Not a single date photo. No whispers of love, no loving gazes, no pure kisses. Just brutal sex treating her like a cumrag, or humiliating makeouts. And in the earliest video by date, the doubt peaked.

"…Hypnosis?"

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Rapid's unfocused eyes, the man's panicked voice, her standing like a doll with no response. Unlike other videos, he hesitated to touch her pale skin, hands trembling like he was committing a crime. And that word: hypnosis. What did it mean?

Come to think of it… didn't he say it earlier too?

My dick twitched as I replayed the earlier videos.

Something was off. The photos too—now they looked weird. It wasn't just dirty talk or him getting off on degrading her.

Every video, every photo: the same. Rapid never spoke a word. No dialogue beyond moans. Could lovers act like that?

…Blackmail? But a magical girl who slays hordes alone, rank 2 overall—could Rapid be blackmailed?

In every video, every photo: the same eyes. I'd thought they were lustfully glazed, but up close—no. Unconscious, half-asleep vacant stare.

"…What?"

I stared blankly, lost in thought, eyes off the screen. Something was wrong. The videos looked real, but… lacked something. Deepfakes? Why no words from Rapid?

Then one started: the last by timestamp, filmed today.

Today? What the hell?

Like a glitchy horror flick, the screen went black with static, slowly clearing to color and sharpness.

The screen shook violently. This felt different—contempt dripped from the voice. Clear, not broken. Sharp, aggressive—familiar. Then a woman's heel appeared: razor-sharp stiletto. Camera panned up: sensual yet feral toned legs, wide hips, firm waist, breasts rivaling Rapid's.

Silver hair gleaming, sharp eyes, Rod staff in hand—short baton studded with glowing gems, light blade extending from the tip. Predatory poise, ready to pounce. Only video with Ash—and the vibe was murderously tense, like blackbox footage from a crime scene.

Ash's eyes glowed red. Her staff morphed into a light sword. Her body blurred—the screen flooded crimson. Blood on the lens.

Red screen: Rapid glowing with light, static hissing—mana noise. She cast magic on herself. Panicked face, wordlessly staring at Ash in terror. Ash's expression twisted. Mana leaked from her, screen degrading.

Light exploded around Ash. Screen froze. Frames stuttered, trying to resume—but ended on Rapid's startled face, glowing screen from Ash's magic, man's scream cutting out.

"…What?"

My heart pounded. Not sexual thrill—predator-spotting terror, primal fear.

What did I just see? Why is this here?

Goosebumps prickled. Hypersensitive hands slowly ejected the data chip from the laptop. Couldn't watch more. Trembling grip on the transparent chip—fingertips overly sensitive, like an unseen current flowed through.

As the shaking stopped, a strange word flashed in my mind, chip in hand.

"…Hypnosis App?"