Episode 6 - Married Woman Lenia
"Munch munch munch... gulp! It's so delicious!"
"Glad it suits your taste."
Hypno filled his belly with the bread and soup Lenia had made. Even with his boosted stats restoring some stamina and libido, his hunger wasn't fully sated, so the food vanished into his mouth like it was being sucked down.
Hypno gazed at Lenia sitting across from him, eating her own cooking. More precisely, at her lips as she ate.
'Just a bit ago... she was savoring my semen so deliciously... heh heh.'
Reliving that adult-game scenario, Hypno flashed a sleazy grin, a flicker of curiosity sparking midway.
"Lenia, how was my semen?"
"Pardon?"
"You swallowed my... essence of gratitude... my semen, right?"
"Yes, of course."
"So, what did it taste like? I'm dying to know."
It was an utterly rude question. But Lenia tilted her eyes diagonally left, reminiscing about the flavor.
"Hmm, Hypno's semen... it was a pleasurable taste."
"A pleasurable taste?"
"Yes. Semen has that slight fishiness and lingers in your mouth, but it all felt like your gratitude flowing into me—warming my heart, setting my body all hot and tingly... that kind of taste."
"The kind that makes you crave more?"
"Hehe, exactly. It feels so good receiving your gratitude—I'd love to taste it again if I could. But you can't just demand gratitude, can you?"
"If you want it, Lenia, I can give it anytime. Hell, I still want to thank you right now."
"Really? Hehe, then I'll look forward to next time."
The conversation flowed warm and cozy, Lenia treating Hypno's semen like a delightful little gift she adored.
"Oh, and honestly, even now while eating, I can taste your semen mixed in... it makes me so happy♡ Semen really is the essence of gratitude."
"Ngh...!"
"Hm? What's wrong, Hypno?"
"N-nothing. Just thrilled you're so happy with my thanks."
"Hehe, you're so earnest, Hypno."
Her words—innocent within her hypnotized common sense, yet dripping with unintended lewdness—kept chipping away at Hypno's resolve to play it cool today.
"Lenia, have you ever tasted Glenn's semen?"
"My husband's? Sure, when I sucked his dick with my mouth."
As expected of a married couple, she'd given blowjobs before.
"So... compared to mine, which one's better?"
"Huh? Why ask something so silly, Hypno?"
Lenia cocked her head at the question.
"Your semen feels so good, and my husband's couldn't possibly be the same. Hehe, yours is obviously the pleasurable, tasty one."
"O-oh...!"
She stated it so matter-of-factly, preferring Hypno's over her beloved husband's. It flooded him with smug superiority—he pleasured her more than Glenn ever could.
"Hypno?"
Hypno craved more of that rush.
"So, what about Glenn's? The taste, I mean."
"His was super fishy and a bit bitter. Stuck to my mouth too... honestly, tasting my husband's semen kinda turns me off."
Lenia grimaced faintly, recalling it.
"Not like mine, right?"
"No, yours lingers but feels good."
"Better than Glenn's?"
"Yes. Obviously."
'Grrraaah...!'
Hypno clenched his fist, basking in masculine victory.
"Lenia, tomorrow I'll give you even more thanks. You'll accept it, right?"
"Of course. It's only natural, but... it makes me so happy."
Lenia answered every probing question with frank honesty, fueling Hypno's ego and lust.
'Ahh, Lenia... tomorrow, I'll make you feel good for even longer. Heh heh heh...'
His desire for her surged endlessly.
"You don't need to thank us that much. You're so diligent, Hypno."
"Hehe, dear, I've told him that a bunch already."
"Haha, he's our lifesaver—it's only natural."
Evening had fallen, and with Glenn home, the three shared a harmonious dinner.
The moment Glenn returned, Hypno had hypnotized him just like with Lenia: touching her was expressing gratitude, and accepting it was only natural.
And so.
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.
"Nngh♡ Ah♡ Even during dinner...♡"
Hypno sat beside Lenia, one hand breaking bread while the other slipped under her skirt to knead her ass bare. The firm, chewy flesh—different from her soft tits—brought him pure bliss throughout the meal.
"Seeing Lenia receive your thanks like this... it makes me happy too."
"Right? A husband like you, Glenn, naturally loves seeing his wife accept gratitude any way she can."
"Haha, spot on."
Hypno layered on more hypnosis for Glenn: he'd feel joy watching Lenia receive—and enjoy—his thanks, even getting aroused by it. Sure, it was "natural," but Hypno didn't want Glenn resenting him groping her ass.
'Upsetting my lifesaver? That'd be blasphemy. No way.'
His power let him indulge while reshaping their values for mutual bliss—a win-win. Hypno figured this hypnosis could bring world peace.
"Munch munch, gulp! So, Glenn, Lenia—when was your last time having sex?"
"Sex? Not recently."
"No... way!"
Squeeze!
"Nngh♡"
Hypno gripped her ass hard in shock at Glenn's reply. A body this tempting, a voice that seduced with every moan from a simple squeeze—and they hadn't fucked recently? Unfathomable.
"Why not?"
"Well... even after Lani was born—our daughter's name, by the way—we did it a few more times, but no more kids. I still love my wife, but raising Lani left little opportunity."
"How long exactly?"
"Over eight years, at least."
"Eight years..."
"But she helps with hands or mouth sometimes."
"Dear! Hypno didn't ask that much."
"Oh, right."
'Is Glenn a monk or something?'
Even after kids, leaving a stunner like Lenia untouched for so long?
"Lenia, no complaints?"
"Not really. I still love my husband."
"Ahem."
Glenn blushed at her affection.
"'Not really' means there's something, right?"
"Yeah, sometimes I crave alone time as a couple... but I can't burden him just for my wants."
She restrained her urges for his sake. To Hypno, her kindness made her seem even more like a saint—and kneading that saint's ass now filled him with wicked thrill.
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.
"Hngh♡"
He silently thanked Glenn even more.
'Marinating this bombshell untouched for over eight years... thanks, Glenn!'
"Heh heh heh, then I'll make up for what you two missed—no, more—thanking Lenia till she cums buckets."
"Oh, you don't have to. But... since it's natural, I'll happily accept, Hypno."
"Yeah."
Hypno slid his ass-kneading hand upward, stroking her belly before grabbing her breast.
Squish!
"Aaah♡"
"I'll thank your whole body in Glenn's place. That cool with you, Glenn?"
"Naturally. If anything... even if it's normal, making us this happy, I'm the sorry one."
"No, I can never thank you enough."
Finishing his meal, Hypno clapped like a lightbulb moment hit.
"Oh, right—to thank you properly while I'm here, Glenn, sleep in your daughter's room from now on. I'll share with Lenia. Makes the thanks more thorough."
"Sure, sounds good."
Claiming their marital bed, Hypno pressed on.
"And Glenn, no more sex with Lenia—no hands, no mouth, nothing. Eight years without, so obviously nothing from here on."
"...Yeah, that makes sense. Weird we did anything till now... why did we?"
Glenn and Lenia both tilted their heads, puzzled by their past.
"Huh, yeah? No sex, so why did I...? Dear, no more from now on."
"Right, Lenia. We were off."
Watching their exchange.
"Pfft... khk...!"
Hypno barely stifled his laughter.
'Ahh, hypnosis... is the best.'
Controlling them perfectly, imagining all he'd do to Lenia—his grin wouldn't fade.
That night, Glenn—hunter's schedule and all—retired to his absent daughter's room first.
Lenia and Hypno entered the couple's bedroom, just like at lunch. Hypno borrowed Glenn's spare pajamas; baggy on his slimmer frame, but wearable.
"Goodnight, Hypno."
Lenia undid her ponytail, letting her hair flow loose—a nighttime look that stoked Hypno's lust like a secret allure.
He could fuck her right there in their marriage bed. One "gratitude" line, and she'd be his beast in heat.
But no. Like lunch, Hypno wanted to savor, to simmer.
His favorite hypnosis porn featured drawn-out scenarios. Endless pounding post-hypnosis was boring. No silly antics, but lewd commands, restricted perceptions? Gold.
With his powers, he felt like the protagonist of his dream hypnosis game... wanting to devour Lenia slow and deep.
So.
"Lenia, tonight I want to hold you while sleeping—to thank you that way."
"Sure? Then... come here."
"Yeah, Lenia... snuuuff haaah."
That night, cradled in her arms—stealing Glenn's exclusive warmth, her scent—Hypno drifted off, anticipating tomorrow's bliss.