Chapter 123: Hypno Unleashes Mid-Level Hypnosis Waves
The woman, who had been scowling fiercely just moments ago, now stared with unfocused, vacant eyes. The instant Hypno unleashed his hypnosis wave, he cried out.
"Winte~! You okay? Sorry, I should've dealt with this damn bitch sooner..."
He pulled the teary-eyed Wintineas into a tight embrace from the side.
"I'm... f-fine... ah."
"Really?"
"Yeah... I was a little sad when you said I'm not your angel... but... it's f-fine... ah."
"No matter what anyone says, Winte, you're my angel. That's the truth."
"Yeah... I think... so too..."
Hypno stroked Wintineas's hair.
"Once I give this bitch a proper thrashing and we're done, let's go back and guzzle down tons of cum. I'll shoot it deeeep inside you today, as much as you want~!"
"R-really...?"
"Of course!"
"Yay... ho♥"
Winte, her eyes still glistening with tears, broke into a smile at the promise of all that cum and rubbed her face against Hypno's chest. To him, even that gesture was unbearably cute.
I wanna drag her back to the inn and fuck her right now, but...
His gaze toward Wintineas brimmed with affection, but when he turned to the woman, it was ice-cold.
First, recover the money, then punish this slut.
"Winte, I'm gonna punish this wicked bitch who stole my money and made you cry. Wait just a sec, okay?"
"Yeah... but..."
Wintineas tilted her head up while pressed close against him.
"How... are you gonna... punish her...?"
"Heh heh heh, by making her do exactly what she hates the most."
"What she... hates the most...?"
"Yep—the thing she despises above all: getting fucked by a man who matches her absolute least favorite type! And... with her mind fully aware, but her body seducing him like a whore!"
"Ooh... can you... really do that...?"
"Of course! Don't worry! But to pull it off, I need to know her tastes perfectly."
"Then... like that consultation you did... record a video and... ask her all kinds of questions...?"
"Huh?"
Like a consultation?
Sudden inspiration flashed through Hypno's mind like lightning.
Video... video... and questioning her like a consultation... Hmm... Yes! That's it! Film a documentary on punishing this bitch! Just fucking her isn't enough for a slut like this! Gotta record it all, crank up the details!
Hypno burned with filming fervor, like a renowned director of a rehabilitation program.
"Heh heh heh. Thanks, Winte."
"F-for... what?"
"You just gave me a brilliant idea."
"R-really...?"
"Yeah! Thank you, Winte!"
Hypno hugged Wintineas tightly once more, then turned to face the woman.
"Hand over the money you stole from me."
At Hypno's command, Clarice immediately handed over the money pouch. Hypno recovered his cash, activated the video recording function on his Cheonma's Orb, and said,
"Answer my questions truthfully. What's your name?"
"Clarice von Estri..."
"Von Estri?"
What? A noble?
"You're a noble?"
"Yeah... I was... a noble."
"Was? So not anymore."
This smells like a juicy backstory.
Hypno glanced around and spotted some wooden crates in the alley. He dragged two over.
"Winte, this might take a bit, so let's sit here."
"Okay."
Hypno sat side by side with Winte, then addressed the woman before them—Clarice.
"Tell me your story up to this point... no, your trajectory. Where you were born, what family, why you lost your noble status... and how you ended up stealing. Everything."
"Okay... I..."
And so Clarice's tale began.
◈ Clarice von Estri was the only daughter born to the Estri Marquis family. The Estri house dated back to the kingdom's founding era, and its influence still loomed large in her generation. The first Estri was renowned for his righteousness and integrity—his motto was to live and die for the kingdom.
But that ancestral guidance faded with each passing generation, and by Clarice's time, the Estri family had devolved into a nest of pure greed. Clinging to past glories, they lorded over the masses, scorned commoners, squeezed blood taxes from the people, and reveled in luxury.
Born into such a family, Clarice grew up drowning in her parents' blind adoration... and watching their selfish whims from childhood, she blossomed into a wild, spoiled tomboy who did whatever she pleased.
"What is this? I don't like the color! Get me something else!"
"Ah, miss! How about this one? A pretty white..."
"I hate white! You trying to piss me off?!"
"Eek! S-sorry, miss!"
Every day, she'd buy clothes that caught her fancy, only to tire of them in hours, her tastes shifting wildly by the day. To ordinary noble servants, she might've seemed like a cute, bratty girl throwing tantrums.
But in the Estri household, it went far beyond mere tantrums. Because...
"Hmm? What's wrong, my precious princess?"
"D-Daddy~!"
"M-Marquis Boilron!"
...her father, Boilron von Estri, existed.
"She keeps picking clothes I hate!"
"Ho ho ho, is that so? How dreadful..."
Whenever Clarice disliked a servant, she'd tattle to the marquis. And each time, he'd appraise the maid like merchandise. All the maids in the marquis's employ were selected first for their good looks. So...
"What a naughty maid."
They all matched the marquis's tastes and were virgins to boot.
"Shall we replace her with a new servant for our princess?"
"Yeah! I hate her!"
"N-nooo...! P-please, miss! I'll do better, I swear! Please!"
"No~pe!"
"You dare disobey our princess?"
"Eek! N-no, Marquis! Never...!"
"Come to my study tonight. I'll punish you myself. If you don't... you know what happens."
"Ugh... Y-yes... sir..."
When a maid fell out of Clarice's favor, she'd always end up in the marquis's study that night.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Come on, squeeze tighter. This is boring if there's no reaction."
"Hic! Ugh! It f-feels good, Marquis... sir! Agh! Aaah!"
They lost their virginity to the count.
"Hah, tears are nice, but faking it so poorly? Disappointing. This won't do."
"N-no! It really feels good! Your cock, Marquis... it's amazing! I wanna be your personal fucktoy forever! P-please...!"
"Commendable spirit, but declaring yourself my fucktoy on your own? Insolent. Still, your intent is admirable... so I'll give you a reward myself."
The marquis pulled a syringe from his pocket. The pink liquid inside was the infamous aphrodisiac rumored to be used on maids he raped in his mansion.
"S-sorry! Please... no...!"
"Ho ho ho, don't refuse."
Poke!
"Hiiiiiik! O-oh... aaah♥ H-heh♥ Ugh♥ Hiiing♥♥ Hek♥ Heek♥ Heeeek♥ Heeeeeugh♥♥ Cock♥ Why♥ Why♥ Ooooh♥ Feels so good♥ Aaang♥ Oof♥ Oooook♥♥♥"
"Hahaha, now it's getting fun."
The marquis loved seeing women who wept in despair before he raped them drown in ecstasy from the drug, turning vulgar. Nothing thrilled him more than a virgin turning sluttier than a whore after one dose, bucking her hips in desperate craving.
If that was all—if they truly became his fucktoys—there might've been hope for them. But having already deflowered them and witnessed their drugged reactions, the marquis had no further interest.
For the next few days, they served not Clarice, but her mother, the marchioness.
Maids who lost their virginity and couldn't escape the drug's pleasure made petty mistakes.
"My, what a useless maid."
Those caught the marchioness's eye.
"M-Ma'am! Th-that was... um..."
"And not even apologizing properly, just stammering... Truly hopeless. ...After whoring yourself to my husband."
"N-no! I... I...!"
"I've got the perfect job for a vulgar tramp like you. One that makes full use of that cheap body."
"A-ah! Sorry! I'm sorry! Please! Not the soldiers' fuck duty, please...!"
Maids who displeased the marchioness always became sex toys for the marquis's private soldiers—devoid of any human rights, mere fuckmeat.
Dosed daily with the aphrodisiac the marquis supplied, they lost all reason. As long as their pussies stayed tight and prime, they got endlessly fucked. Once they loosened up and their minds fully shattered, they were sold to brothels connected to the Estri family.
All the servants in the marquis's household knew this tacitly.
"...Heh, take her away."
At the marchioness's order, emotionless servants grabbed the maid's arms and dragged her off.
"No! No! Save me! Save me! Nooooo!"
"So noisy. Drug her first."
"Yes, ma'am."
Poke!
"Oook...! Ah♥ Aaah♥ Heh♥ Uuuugh...♥♥"
"Oh my, now my ears are soiled with that vulgar noise. Ho ho ho ho ho!"
Such days defined the marquis's household. Even young Clarice knew this routine well.
But to her, it was just "obvious consequences" for upsetting her, her father, or her mother.
"M-miss... Y-your ordered clothes... have arrived..."
"Really? Open it quick!"
"Y-yes..."
That day, Clarice—obsessed with fashion—was awaiting a custom-made outfit inspired by foreign cultures.
"Wooow! This is it! The color even matches my hair—red!"
The dress was from Kanmea, worn by its open-minded, free-spirited women.
"M-miss... Th-this dress is..."
Kanmea's style was far too revealing for a noble lady here—like adventurer gear.
But Clarice loved the design. It was enchanted: auto-fitting to the wearer's body, self-cleaning stains and dirt after a while. Top-shelf stuff.
She changed immediately and rushed to her mother.
"Mommy~! Look at this!"
"What is it, my pretty princess? New clothes tod— Oh my, Clarice, what is that?"
"It's what free women in Kanmea wear! Cute, right?"
"Our princess looks beautiful in anything. But... isn't it too revealing? Mommy worries those lowly types might ogle your skin with unworthy eyes."
"Hee hee, then Daddy or you can just make them disappear~?"
"Hee hee hee, true enough."
Chatting happily with her mother over her new dress. Clarice thought such days would last forever.
But they didn't.
No tyranny lasts eternally. The day of reckoning for eclipsing their past glories finally arrived.