Restriction! Masters Hypnotized and Controlled by Slaves to Prevent Zone Escape – Do We Really Need Hypnosis?
The unfamiliar cityscape of Witch City welcomed the visitors. It was blatantly different from the villages I'd seen so far, yet not quite like the modern world either. As if determined to showcase its identity as a research and planned city, the buildings here took on unique shapes, each exuding its own personality. It felt like I'd suddenly stepped into a steampunk world.
Just as the cadets, clutching their slaves' hands tightly and gawking around like they'd arrived in another dimension, Melanie the gatekeeper timed her entrance perfectly.
"Does anyone among you know the purpose behind the founding of Witch City?"
The witches licked their lips knowingly but glanced at their slaves beside them and held their tongues. Amid them, a tall witch just shy of 180cm gracefully raised her hand. Melanie's gaze turned to her, and all the witches followed suit, eyeing the volunteer. She had glossy black straight hair cascading to her waist, with sharp, eagle-like eyes and a confident expression as she awaited Melanie's permission.
"That's Kate, the student council president. She's got a particularly fierce personality, so memorize her face. Be extra careful around her."
I nodded silently at Sylvia's whisper. Fierce personality? Yeah, those intense eyes alone screamed it. Nobles wouldn't outright abuse their slaves, but if Sylvia was warning me, I shouldn't take it lightly.
Beside Kate, a small boy barely scraping 150cm fidgeted under the nobles' collective stares, his hands locked in hers. Irritated by it—tch—Kate, whose breasts were modestly swollen compared to Sylvia's but still ample for a witch, shoved the slave's face right into them.
She wasn't doing that just because the other witches glanced at her slave, right? Yeah, probably just comforting her anxious boy... Student council president Kate was the only one who raised her hand. She got the floor.
"You there, cadet—please answer."
"The purpose of founding Witch City is the research and development of magic tools that allow slaves, who must devote their lives to loyalty toward nobles, to torment their masters' bodies even more harshly."
"Hm. Accurate, but too simplistic. I'll tell you about the city's founder as we walk."
Melanie the gatekeeper started walking ahead, and we trailed after her like ducklings following their mother.
"As you all know, us nobles are women who fantasize about how to be treated even more insignificantly by our slaves."
Every time these slender, beautiful stunners said such things outright, my mind reeled. But the witch cadets nodded along as if it were the most natural thing, their fresh faces belying the depravity.
"Witch City's first founder was a witch so powerful she surpassed even Mazo Brunhilde. Feared by dragons themselves—a living calamity."
Was this news to me alone? The witches nodded knowingly, as if it were common knowledge. Melanie continued without breaking stride.
"She couldn't feel a thing from her slave's torments, no matter how defenselessly she offered her body. She was too strong."
The listening witches wore sympathetic expressions. Kuh. No fucking way. Was I the only one who couldn't take this seriously? Maybe because they were still virgins, they empathized as if it were their own plight.
"So she decided to create auxiliary items that could wreck her. As quickly as possible. Luckily, she didn't have to do it alone."
Melanie's steps led us to a building with a statue of a woman erected before it.
"With the support and collaboration of many witches, what was born was... this city and magitech."
"Wow..."
— First City Lord Luminus —
Those large letters were inscribed at the base of the life-sized statue. Amid the witches’ emotional frenzy, I was the only one who couldn't relate. Even black-haired straight-haired president Kate's eagle eyes softened with emotion.
To sum it up: an absurdly overpowered munchkin witch agonized and invented adult toys. If magitech started here, it meant everyday helpers like showerheads or kitchen burners were all side products of sex toy innovation—not made for humanity's progress from the get-go. Insane.
No one else seemed to draw the same leap; the witches showed reverence toward the statue. Melanie cleared her throat to refocus the mood, standing at the building entrance.
"Cadets, we'll now apply a safety measure here via hypnosis to prevent any accidental zone departure. Precisely, it's a mental domination spell."
Hypnosis?? What the hell? The other witches looked just as baffled; murmurs erupted.
"D-Do we really need to go that far?"
"Witches are almost immune to mental interference magic, aren't we?"
"Do we have to? Can't we skip it?"
Sylvia didn't voice it, but tension gripped her interlocked hands, betraying her subtle displeasure. Clap! Student council president Kate clapped to silence the noise and raised her hand. With Melanie's nod, she asked elegantly in perfect posture.
"Gatekeeper, you called it a safety measure. No other purposes, correct?"
"Of course. And it's a benefit for you all. Nothing bad."
"If it's a benefit...?"
"As you know, mental magic is extremely difficult. Even harder against witches, often needing rare items as aids."
"That doesn't explain calling it a 'benefit'."
Melanie swept us with an amused, fond gaze.
"Hehe. But there's a magic tool that makes hypnotizing this many people—cadets or not—possible against witches."
"...Still not an answer, gatekeeper."
"It's very costly. And we're providing it for free?"
"Unnecessary kindness."
"Even though your slaves will be the ones using the magic tool?"
The witches' breaths hitched in unison.
"...Please explain in detail, gatekeeper."
No fucking way. President's eyes were practically firing lasers. I was dumbfounded by the flipped mood. Melanie grinned like a sleazy politician.
"The tool consumes massive mana but requires no spell knowledge or control—special made. You'll use it one-on-one to let your slaves hypnotize you."
Was I the only one thinking, 'Why the hell would you do that!?' Every witch looked thrilled. Horny was all it took, huh?
"Obviously, you can't just shove the tool at them unrestricted for hypnosis. It'd take several times the mana, and accidents could happen. So we added restrictions for fairness."
"R-Restrictions... what kind!?"
Kate, elegance tossed aside, snorted excitedly.
"To receive hypnosis, the subject must kneel naked before the tool-holder, kiss their instep, and earnestly beg for mental domination—from the depths of their heart."
"""...Gulp.""
The witches' pupils dilated dangerously. Creepy.
"Can we all receive it? Mana no issue?"
"High witches somewhere in Witch City rotate squeezing out mana 24/7—plenty to draw from."
"Pardon? 'Somewhere'... 'squeezing out'...?"
Somewhere. 24/7. Squeezing. The witches perked up at the keywords.
"Hehe. That's why I want you girls to experience it firsthand before seeing that situation. Let's move on."
"H-Hints at least...!"
Whoa, president's eyes were welling up. She looked that desperate... absurd.
"Hehe. Sorry, can't say more."
"Ah..."
Kate sighed like she'd lost something precious. Why act like that? Melanie smirked superiorly, which baffled me too. Glancing aside, even Sylvia looked disappointed.
Am I the only one creeped out here?
"Seems you've all accepted, so let's head in for your hypnoses."
""Yes!!""
The enthusiastic witches filed inside, dragging their dazed slaves by the hand. Sylvia and I were swept along.
Once everyone was in, Melanie brought the magic tool: a box on her palm, cushioned fabric atop a crystal orb.
"This is the hypnosis magic tool, Happiness Orb."
Happiness Orb. Bullshit name. Now Sylvia and I were doing hypnosis play too...? No ruining the mood. Guess I had to roll with it.
She re-explained the depraved method and guided us to the "hypnosis room."
"One cadet and slave at a time."
From the waiting room, slaves emerged red-faced with shame and irritation, while flushed, satisfied witches followed. The guys looked like they'd unlocked new doors. Guess isekai dudes leveled up at this stuff too...
Soon it was our turn. Sylvia hooked her arm in mine.
"No running..."
"H-Huh? ...You think I'll bolt?"
The boys ahead had been dragged like kids to the dentist, arms linked. Why bother with us...? I didn't press Sylvia's embarrassment and entered the hypnosis room. The door auto-locked—Witch City style, no knob, pure magic.
Inside: a throne-like seat with the Happiness Orb on its armrest. Sylvia eagerly led me there, sat me down, and beamed.
"You look so happy, my master~."
"D-Do I? The seat's comfy. Suits my slave perfectly!"
"You love this concept play, perv."
"What's wrong with a perv girl!"
Me finding her cute wasn't normal either.
"Whatever, it's cute. Hurry and hypnotize me. Others waiting."
"R-Right. Undressing now."
Always stripped by her slave-me as a noble, she did it herself. Gulping, off came the cloak. Then sweater yanked up and dropped. Skirt slid down, tie undone, shirt buttons popped.
"...♡"
Down to undies, she stripped those with lewd grace. Lewd eyes. Smirking lips. Pervert! Total fucking perv master!
Nude, she knelt at my feet, removed my shoes and socks, kissed my instep, and bowed.
"I, Sylvia Armani Rune Lumer, earnestly wish for slave Jin Yuseong to dominate my mind...!"
Her voice trembled. From her bowed white back to ass, squished breasts spilled between knees and torso. Ears red, she panted heavily.
I gazed down at naked, bowed Sylvia from the throne, picked up the Happiness Orb, and activated the hypnosis. She shuddered violently, seemingly entranced. Per the explanation, memories and emotions untouched—pure mind, but obedient to my words henceforth.
But how long does this last!? No duration mentioned. ...Not permanent, right?
I tested on Sylvia.
"Did it work? Feel it?"
"Huh? Something dizzying, yeah... My slave, try ordering me?"
"Then spread your legs lewdly, part your pussy, and show me?"
"Sure!"
She instantly frog-legged, thrust out and spread her pussy. Flushed cheeks, V-lips—hot. Tiny hole gaped obscenely, dripping sticky nectar.
"...Was that voluntary or hypnosis-forced?"
"Ah! S-Sorry, slipped out... But look! My pussy's aching for your touch!"
"Fair..."
Nobles strictly couldn't touch themselves outside slave hands—exceptions aside. Hypnosis command counted?
"Jeez, my master gets off on my slutty show."
"Ehehe."
"Gotta check one more before we go—others waiting. Yeah, I'll kiss you, so push my face away?"
"No way, hate that!?"
I set the orb down, approached for a kiss. Sylvia blocked my lips with her palm.
"N-Nooo...!"
"Hypnosis worked perfectly."
"K-Kiss... My kiss..."
"...Don't make that face. Get dressed. I'll kiss you outside."