Prologue
In a certain room, a man grinned from ear to ear as he clutched a CD package.
"Yes! Finally, it's here!"
The package was labeled Humiliation Hypnosis.
And his room's bookshelves were crammed with items of similar titles and genres.
Just looking at them made his tastes crystal clear.
The man loved hypnosis. More precisely, hypnosis eroge.
Perception shifts, common sense rewrites, sensory amps, emotion tweaks, memory edits—you name it.
Hypnosis eroge brimmed with possibilities, and he got off on plots where you wielded that power to puppeteer people and chase your every filthy whim.
To him, hypnosis and brainwashing weren't the same. Brainwashing was hot, sure, but most stuff locked in the corruption forever—no take-backs. He filed that separate.
Hypnosis? Corrupt 'em to the core, then snap 'em back to vanilla for fresh reactions every time. That's why it edged out the competition.
No one knew when it started, but once hooked, he hoarded everything hypnosis-related like a dragon on gold.
Scoured the net for any so-called hypnosis game—even trash—and devoured every novel, no matter how ass.
Packages and books in overseas tongues overflowed his shelves.
He fancied himself a patriot. But with hypnosis eroge only hawked across the sea, he swallowed tears, imported stacks, and mastered two foreign languages just to nut properly.
Today? That man was ballooning with glee to fire up the eroge he'd pined for.
Overseas order. Endless wait.
It nailed his deepest hypnosis kink dead-on.
No filler hypnosis for goofy antics or endless dick-shrinking gags. No fake-outs with just kisses and wholesome vanilla fucks.
Pure heroine humiliation, corruption, toying.
A god game in his book.
He'd even gripe, "Abnormal genre like hypnosis, but pure love? What the fuck?"
His tastes were that twisted.
Overseas shipping dragged, so he'd binged review sites, drowned in praise, hype maxed. The arrival? Pure joy.
"Pure love? Hunt that shit elsewhere! Hypnosis means puppeteering chicks like cum dumps. National rule! ...Unless you catch feelings mid-fuck, exceptions apply."
"Fuck yeah, you're today's pick."
He slammed the CD into his PC, installed, and launched his holy grail.
◇ Three hours later.
Tap tap tap! Spluuurt!
"Ugh!"
He was lost in bliss.
Fucking god game.
Every H-scene struck his soul like lightning.
Sage mode should've hit post-nut, but the next setup teased his prostate till he was diamond-hard again.
This buy? Bullseye on his fetishes.
"Balls are killing me..."
How many loads? Eight-ish? PR.
Normal cap: three a day, mood dead.
Today? Eight down, dick still raging.
But limits were limits. Balls felt ready to burst.
Still...
"La-last one. Just one more."
No quit.
Last one. Promise.
Next scene: peak climax, his white whale.
Sleep without? Regret city.
Kept grinding. Climax H-scene dropped.
Intensest yet. Nailed him raw.
"Fuck! Holy fuck!"
Admiration laced with curses.
Balls screaming, hand relentless.
Horniness, kink, spite, sheer will to savor—right hand pumped.
Final ejaculation peak.
Spluuuuuurt!
Dick milked dry—clear prostate juice only.
Endorphins and adrenaline surged, but cock and nuts throbbed agony.
No regrets.
Satisfaction crushed the pain.
"Huuu..."
Ah, balls ache—why this shit?
Sage time incoming. Reflection soon.
Or so he thought.
Throb!
"Ugh?!"
Heart stabbed—searing hell.
"Gah! Urgh!"
Vision blacked out.
"What... where?"
Eyes opened to endless white void. Nothing else.
"No way..."
Fuck, fap-death? Mortifying.
Less death shock, more shame on how.
Scene: slumped in chair, climax eroge frozen, soul yeeted.
...Headline: 'Eroge Fap Kills Local Man'?
Mid-brood.
Choose two abilities you desire.
"What?"
Choose two abilities you desire.
...Huh?
Sudden mechanical drone overhead.
This...?
Gut punch: Isekai cheat?
Overseas isekai fad. Even bled into his hypnosis eroge.
Isekai hypnosis powers, etc.
Recent webnovels too. Classic trope.
Am I cashing in?
Trust the vibe.
"Hypnosis! Gimme hypnosis powers! OP shit—mind-control anyone, sensory amps, the works! My dream hypnosis! Ah! Zero drawbacks!"
No MP drain or life cost bullshit.
Craved no-strings power.
Usually? "Constraints apply." But...
Request accepted. State the next ability.
Greenlit. Instant.
"Score!"
Next up: "Status window! Show my stats! Stat points for skills, strength boosts, all that!"
Webnovel meta: systems everywhere.
Peek your powers, pick upgrades.
Hypnosis solo? Sketchy. Need beast mode body. Minimum: 20-load stamina!
Future? Pussy galore.
Request accepted. Configuring desired abilities. Reconstructing target's body. Transplanting abilities to reconstructed body. Executing target transfer.
Done speaking.
"Eh...?"
Vision swam.
Whirrrrr...
Suddenly? Unknown forest.
"F-for real?"
Suspected not dream, but this real? Jaw-drop.
Gulp.
Test reality: "Status window."
A translucent blue pane materialized in the air before his eyes.