Chapter 70 - Home Visit
The next day, Hypno woke up feeling the warmth of Mika's naked body pressed against him. He propped himself up slightly and gazed at her sleeping peacefully beside him, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he recalled her vulgar, heat-driven sex slave performance from the night before.
'Become an excellent bitch!'
He tapped her head lightly, and Mika rubbed her eyes, stirring awake.
"Mmm..."
"Awake now?"
"Yes... Ah, Master... ♥"
"You've already made up for everything, so you're not a sex slave anymore."
"R-right! Hypno... sir..."
"Tsk tsk, from now on you're a bitch receptionist, so you gotta be way more proactive!"
"Y-yes! Um, then... should I cut my bangs?"
"Your bangs?"
"Yes, I... I've always hidden my eyes behind them because I lacked confidence. But from today, I'm a proactive, lewd bitch receptionist, so maybe cutting them would be..."
"No, no need for that. In fact, that'd be worse!" Hypno said firmly.
"Oh, it wouldn't work?"
"Exactly. Sure, your average lewd bitch receptionist might switch up her look by cutting her bangs to stand out from her usual self. But!" Hypno clenched his fist dramatically. "For someone like you, who was always timid and reserved, it's better to keep the appearance the same and just flip the behavior and personality! That contrast gets me so hard!"
"R-really?"
"Hell yeah! The gap between a girl who looks all shy and insecure on the outside but turns out to be a massive bitch underneath—that gap is what makes it fucking hot! So keep your looks just like always!"
"Y-yes! Um... does Master... I mean, Hypno sir like that too?"
"Of course!"
"...Got it. I'll stay like this then. Just like my usual self, I'll become a vulgar, lewd bitch receptionist!"
Hypno flashed her a thumbs-up.
"Yeah, you got this! I'll cheer you on!"
"Thank you!"
Mika headed out to the Adventurer's Guild first, while Hypno lounged on her bed for a bit longer. The reason was simple: guild receptionists like Mika had early shifts, but Hypno didn't have anything pressing.
Lying there, he reminisced about Mika's pussy dance from the previous day.
'Turning hypnosis this vulgar really hits the spot! But... sometimes, instead of going full vulgar, it's nice to just tweak her perception a little and fuck her that way.'
Like craving something salty after sweets, Hypno felt the urge to see their natural reactions rather than always cranking the lewdness to max.
'I ramped up Lenia and Lani's sensitivity at first. With Tris, I eventually made it so her pussy tingles just from dick slaps... Nabi too. Hmm, maybe next time I'll go a bit lighter!'
Hypno grinned to himself, plotting his next hypnosis scheme. When the time came, he rolled out of bed—his dick still rock-hard like always—and left the room.
Mika's place resembled an apartment building: step out of the room, and there was a long corridor with a view outside, complete with a railing coming up to about Hypno's solar plexus for safety.
Leaning on the railing, Hypno peered down. It was early morning, so the streets below weren't crowded yet.
Then a curiosity struck him. Thanks to his boosted stats, he could move super fast now and had serious strength. So...
'Jumping from here should be fine!'
It was only the third floor. Worst case, his current body wouldn't even die.
'And if I get hurt, I can just learn a healing spell!'
Confident he could acquire any skill he wanted, Hypno casually placed his foot on the railing, double-checked that no one was below, and...
"Hyaah!"
Thud!
Arms spread wide like wings, he kicked off the railing and leaped outward.
Falling, Hypno eyed his landing spot and struck the classic hero super-hero landing pose.
BOOM!
His hefty frame hit with a solid thud, kicking up a small cloud of dust. The impact jarred him, but no pain followed.
He stood slowly, rotating his wrists and ankles to check himself.
'Doesn't hurt at all. Awesome!'
Hypno beamed at his enhanced body.
"Hey."
The muscular guy who'd pulled the apartment rope earlier called out to him.
"I get the spirit, but next time, use the elevator!"
"Huh?"
The man wasn't angry—just making a light request. Something caught Hypno's attention, so he walked over.
"Heh heh, sorry about that."
"Just use it properly from now on."
"Got it. Do people jump off the railing a lot?"
"Maybe four times a month. Late for the carriage, too lazy for the elevator, showing off their strength..."
"Ah."
'More jumpers than I thought.'
The man grinned and continued.
"You seem fine, but newbies who aren't built yet might try it without knowing better. Be careful next time."
"Will do. Elevator it is from now on."
"Appreciate it. Oh, and you... a martial artist? Nice build—muscles show even under that robe. Yep! Solid ones!"
He nodded approvingly, shaking his head in satisfaction.
Hypno corrected him.
"Occupation's mage, actually."
"Huh? Mage? With that body?"
"Yeah. Heh heh, health matters even for mages."
"Ooh! Wise thinking! Mages these days think magic solves everything and end up scrawny! Haha, you'll be a great mage!"
The man clapped Hypno's shoulder happily, then stroked his chin.
"But no staff or orb?"
"I manage fine without. Don't worry."
"Skilled, huh? Still, better to have one. Improves mana flow and boosts power. Believe in your skills, sure, but invest in what amps you up."
'Fair point. And since I'm an adventurer now, gearing up for the look is half the fun!'
"Heh heh, thanks for the advice. I'll grab one."
"Good man! Work hard! Oh, name's Nogun. Yours?"
"Hypno."
"Right, muscle mage Hypno who cares about health! Keep it up!"
The odd title didn't bother Hypno much. He replied casually and headed toward the guild.
'Gear...'
Walking, he pondered Nogun's words.
'What'd suit me? I'm wearing a robe, so staff? Nah. Mage is temporary. My true calling... is hypnotist. Best gear for hypnosis? Gotta be an orb.'
He pictured himself holding a large orb—called an orb—and casting hypnosis.
'...Looks badass!'
Hypno could emit hypnosis waves from his whole body without tools. But he imagined:
—"Behold, this mystical orb. Stare into it de~eply. Your mind grows hazier~."
'I wanna try it!'
As a hypnosis lover, the urge for hypnotist roleplay with an orb hit hard.
Conveniently, a blacksmith caught his eye on the way to the guild. His fresh craving for an orb steered his steps there.
"Excuse m—"
"No... that's not it! Arrrgh!"
"Huh?!"
Inside, a stocky, bearded middle-aged man—clearly a dwarf—clutched his head in agony.
"Why...! Why! Why this piece...! Is it my age? My damn age?!"
"Uh..."
"Oh? Ah, w-welcome!"
The dwarf noticed Hypno, released his head, and greeted him awkwardly.
"What... are you looking for?"
"An orb."
"...Orbs are over there. Pick what you like. Ugh... why can't I..."
He pointed to the display case, then slumped, muttering.
'Guy's got issues.'
Ignoring him, Hypno approached the orbs: red, yellow, blue, clear glass-like ones in various shades and sizes.
'Hmm... too flashy, too dull... plain glass lacks flair.'
Scanning for looks over stats, nothing clicked.
'Maybe another shop... Huh?'
Off to the side, on a mini-shelf higher up, sat a deep purple orb perfectly sized for one hand.
'That's the one!'
Purple screamed hypnosis to Hypno—pink or purple vibes.
He hurried to the counter.
"How much for that orb?"
"I... Oh? That one? It's not for sale."
"Not for sale?"
"That's... that's... Sniff! Ugh!"
The dwarf suddenly teared up.
"That's... my last masterpiece from when I was still sharp. Top-grade magic stone, max mana efficiency, triples power! Strength rivals adamantium—my life's pride...! Should fetch five salt notes, but... I can't sell it...!"
'Five salt notes? Fifty million rupas... half a billion won? Pricey as hell.'
Way beyond Hypno's budget. But he needed that purple orb for hypnotist cosplay.
He could hypnotize for free, but a twinge of conscience held him back from just taking it.
'He seemed troubled earlier.'
"Hey, shopkeep. Got some worries?"
"Worries...? Yeah! A massive one! At this rate... my smithing career's done! Over!"
"What happened?"
"You wouldn't get it. I..."
'Says I won't get it but keeps talking.'
The dwarf's issue: After crafting that purple orb masterpiece, he could make standard gear fine, but anything aiming for "masterpiece" lost focus midway. Results were good but never quite pinnacle.
"I'll end up a hack churning out mass-produced swords...!"
Finishing his tale, he buried his face again, sobbing in front of Hypno.
"Shopkeep."
"Sniff! Ugh! What...? I won't sell that orb! It's my last... last... whaa!"
"Wanna make a deal?"
"I said no sal—"
"Not that kind."
Hypno smiled brightly.
"If I fix your problem... just give me that orb."