Home Visit to Mika's Place
After leaving the infirmary, Hypno spoke to Mika and collected the reward for slaying the goblin. Then he headed to a table inside the adventurer's guild where he had a prime view of her.
He passed the time quietly observing Mika. Every now and then, he'd glance around the guild, treating his eyes to the sleekly dressed female adventurers, but he held back from unleashing a hypnosis wave to fuck one right there on the spot. It was an unexpected retreat for Tonia's reformation. But that was just an unintended twist. Hypno intended to hoard his semen until his balls felt heavy, saving it all to fuck Mika today.
Waiting like this is surprisingly nice?
If it were just mindless waiting—like for the carriage—he'd have been bored out of his skull. But...
"Ah, ahh."
Hypno's perfect vantage on Mika meant she had a perfect one on him too. Her job as item receptionist wasn't busy enough to keep Nabi from finding her right away. She mostly handled incoming deliveries. The other receptionists dealt with quest rewards and subjugation payouts.
He's... he's watching...! What did I do wrong this time?
Mika was on pins and needles knowing Hypno kept staring. Yesterday, she'd committed that unforgivable blunder, mistaking him and Nabi for lovers. If she slipped up again here...
H-how do I apo-apologize...!
Her stomach churned with anxiety. Hypno just grinned ear to ear, watching her squirm.
Isekai women had above-average looks as a baseline, so a natural beauty like fidgety Mika was pure entertainment for him.
That anxious trembling? Perfect spice for abuse or training scenes.
She wasn't a lover—just a woman who owed him an apology—so Hypno felt zero pity and simply savored it.
Finally, Mika's shift ended. She swapped with another item receptionist and hurried straight to Hypno's table, her face pale and trembling. She swallowed hard, then blurted,
"Di-did I do something rude again...!"
"Nah. Just watching. I'm heading to your place tonight anyway, so killing time."
"R-right... okay... phew..."
Relief washed over her at not having messed up again.
"Wa-wait just a sec!"
She spun away, dashed to the back room, and emerged moments later in everyday village-girl clothes instead of her uniform.
Hypno stood as she approached.
"Heh heh heh, lead on."
"Y-yes!"
Hypno followed her out of the guild and down the street. The orange evening sunset bathed all of Jenid in red.
Along the way, Mika glanced back shyly and mumbled,
"Um, before we get home... c-can I buy some food?"
"Of course."
With his okay, she veered to a nearby street stall selling square-cut meat skewers.
While Hypno waited, she chatted with the vendor, bought two skewers, and handed one over.
"H-here..."
"Oh, even got one for me? You didn't have to."
"N-no! I was so rude to you, Hypno..."
I-if this cheers him up even a little...
"Heh heh heh, thanks."
Hypno took a bite. Juicy meat juices burst out, perfectly sized just a tad bigger than a mouthful, with a satisfying chew. The sauce coating meshed beautifully with the texture, delighting his tongue.
"Tasty."
"Y-yes! I come here a lot."
Hypno mentally noted the spot.
Mika nibbled hers as they resumed walking, Hypno trailing behind.
Soon they reached what looked like an apartment building.
"This your place, Mika?"
"Y-yes... room 302."
Hypno followed her inside. In the center stood an old-fashioned elevator contraption. A muscular guy—Nogun—stood beside it.
He waved cheerily at Mika. "Oh, Mika. Off work?"
"H-hi, Nogun..."
"Who's the guy?"
"Uh... a guest."
"Yeah?" He looked surprised but hit the button to open the door without prying. "Heading home together? Hop in."
"Yes."
Mika stepped in; Hypno followed. Nogun closed the door, grabbed the rope.
"Up we go."
Rumble rumble...
He pulled, and the thing slowly ascended. It stopped right at the third floor.
Mika hit the button to open the door like second nature, stepped out—Hypno right behind.
The corridor stretched both ways. Mika took the left, stopping at a door marked 302.
She fished a card from her skirt pocket, tapped the handle—click!—pocketed it, and turned the knob.
"H-here."
Hypno followed her in. The place was spotless and tidy. Bed in the corner with neatly made blankets, small table beside it, everyday sundries organized nearby. One separate room looked like the bathroom.
"Nice and clean."
Hypno murmured appreciatively. Mika flinched, stealing nervous glances.
"Th-thank you... s-so... h-how should I apologize...?"
She'd brought him home—now it was her turn. Trembling, she stared at him. Like a quivering little animal; adorable to Hypno.
"Heh heh heh, so what way do you think you should apologize?"
"Eh?! Th-that's... ah, ahh..."
She racked her brain desperately. How? I made such a huge mistake. Wh-what...?
Nothing came that would satisfy him. Money, maybe.
"S-sorry... I don't have enough to make you happy..."
"Heh heh heh, it's fine. Wasn't asking for cash."
"R-really...?"
Her money worries eased a bit of anxiety. Hypno grinned at her slight relief.
"Yeah. I only take horny sex-slave service apologies—with your body."
Mika went sheet-white.
"Ho-horny sex-slave... service apology...?"
Hypno plopped casually on the bed, patted the spot beside him.
"Sit first."
"Y-yes..."
As she sat, he began explaining.
"You already know—you gotta apologize my way. And I want you acting like a horny sex slave, serving me. Clear?"
"Y-yes..."
"Before that, a few questions. Answer honestly—no lies. Obvious, right?"
"Yes..."
Hypno fired the first one.
"You a virgin, Mika?"
"Yes!?"
"Asked if you're a virgin. Just confirming—be honest."
"N-no... I'm not."
"Ooh."
Unexpected. Her timid vibe screamed no boyfriend, yet here she was, not a virgin.
"Got a boyfriend?"
"Not... now. We broke... broke up! Sniff!"
She was single.
Tris too—all receptionists post-breakup hires?
"Why'd you break up?"
"He called me a... vulgar slut..."
"Vulgar slut? Details."
Mika spilled her past to Hypno. Her first boyfriend, a Jenid adventurer she'd met there. Thrilled for her first relationship, full of happy expectations.
First night? Disaster. Virgin pain wrecked her; he ignored it, pounding away roughly. Pure agony bred sex aversion.
She refused later attempts, haunted by memories. But she didn't want to neglect him, so she got creative: use her mouth!
Bought a book on "pleasing men with fellatio" from a shady shop. Practiced furiously on carrot-like veggies, desperate to make him happy.
Showtime came. She mustered courage: "Let's do it tonight." Her devoted practice paid off big—he trembled, frozen, as she sucked him to explosive release.
Should've been fine. But she'd overdone it.
"Who'd you practice that on?"
Her pro-level blowjob sparked jealousy—he figured she'd learned from another guy.
"N-no, I practiced alone..."
"Liar!"
Furious, he bolted up, glared coldly: "Vulgar slut..."
Then he vanished from Jenid—and her life—forever.
"Why..."
The heartbreak amplified her natural shyness.
"Th-that's how it happened."
"No way..."
Hypno felt genuine pity hearing it. Such a sad backstory...
Then he schemed: Perfect—I'll drown that trauma in pleasure while collecting my apology! Yeah... turn her into a real dick-loving slut!
Hypno's resolve to bury her scars in ecstasy blazed hot.