Chapter 15 — Irene's Liberation (3): New Power
Dawn. I opened my eyes in Irene's narrow bed. She's sleeping naked beside me, her head resting on my arm. Perfect. Her brown hair scatters across my shoulder, and for the first time in five days, her sleeping face is peaceful. The dark circles under her eyes have faded. The corners of her mouth curve up slightly. Beneath the covers, I feel her small body. C-cup breasts, slender waist, thighs draped over my leg. Between her legs, it's still a little wet. Traces of last night's four ejaculations linger inside her.
—Four times. I didn't expect this much stamina after awakening to Lv.2. Four times with a virgin using my 24cm cock. Suggestion's pleasure amplification completely blocked the pain, making it possible, but this is still unreal. Bloodstains and semen overlap on the sheets. A virgin's blood and a man's seed. Irene is my first virgin in this world.
I quietly got up and looked out the window. Just before dawn. The sky shifts from navy to purple. The palace spires silhouette against the darkness. A rooster crows somewhere. Even in another world, roosters crow. An oddly familiar sound.
My mind is clear. Lv.2. It's definitely different. Only four hours of sleep, but I feel refreshed, like I slept a full night. My whole body feels upgraded a level.
—Time to check my abilities. Knowing the limits of this power is life or death in the field. Three things to test: non-contact range, memory reading precision, emotion manipulation intensity.
Test 1. Non-Contact Suggestion
Sitting on a chair two steps from the bed, I gazed at the sleeping Irene. 'You're having pleasant dreams. You'll wake to the morning sun.' A sensation like transparent threads extend from my eyes, wrapping around her. Worlds apart from the faint Lv.1 feeling of heat draining from my forehead. Irene smiled in her sleep.
"Mm..."
She curled up tighter under the covers. Non-contact, two steps, during sleep. Success.
I turned my gaze to the window. A cat at the end of the hall, about 10 meters away. 'You're sleepy.' The cat yawned.
"Yaaawn—"
It curled up and fell asleep. Effective range around 5~10 meters. Limited to targets in sight. Blocked by walls. Works on humans and animals. Hits sleeping targets harder.
Test 2. Memory Reading
I approached the bed and lightly touched Irene's forehead. 'Show me memories of Luke.' My vision shifted. Darkness. Maid quarters hallway. Torches flicker on the walls. Heavy boot steps. Clinking armor. A door creaks open, silhouette of a burly man. Brown hair. Angular jaw, thirties. Small scar under his left eye. Escort knight Luke.
"Scream and I'll send you to the orphanage."
Irene's viewpoint. Looking up from the bed. Vision shaking with terror. Luke's hand pulls back the covers— I cut it off there. Seeing more would just make me too angry to analyze. I withdrew my hand. Irene sleeps peacefully, oblivious that I rifled through her brain.
—Keyword search possible. 4D video level. Precise grasp of face, scar, affiliation. Usable as evidence.
Test 3. Emotion Manipulation
I left the room before Irene woke. The hallway. Maids start stirring as morning brightens. A maid approaches from the opposite end. Blonde, freckles, slightly plump. Carrying a laundry basket. Her eyes spot me and widen. Footsteps halt.
—A man in the maids' quarters hallway at dawn. Right in front of Irene's room. She's on alert. Leaving it like this spreads rumors.
Three meters. Within range. I met the maid's eyes. Suggestion. 'Nothing strange. A palace official on morning patrol. Just pass by.' Her expression changed. Widened eyes normalized. Stopped steps resumed. She adjusted the basket and passed without a greeting. Click-clack. Ordinary footsteps faded behind me.
—Alert to indifference. Direction shift. Non-contact. About 1 second. At Lv.1, I'd have to approach, touch her shoulder, and spin excuses. Lv.2 ends it with one glance.
Needed another test. Not clear hostility like the maid's alert, but subtler baseline. Could I elevate indifference to something else?
I walked the hall, passed the first-floor dining area. Kitchen lady behind the counter, sorting bread. Plump build, generous nature, breasts jiggling under her blouse. Five meters. I stopped at the entrance. She glanced up. Suggestion. With a look. 'A hungry-looking young man. Should give him extra bread.'
Her expression shifted.
"Oh, haven't eaten breakfast yet?"
Without moving a step, two loaves appeared at the counter's edge.
"Come here. Take these two."
I approached and took them. She kept talking.
"Young men these days skip meals—it's a problem."
"Thank you."
"Eat up. You'll grow tall."
"Yes."
"Where do you live? New face."
"The annex. New counselor."
"Ah, that mage fellow? Figured you looked different. Handsome."
"Thank you."
"More bread?"
"No, this is enough."
She leaned on the counter, subtly pushing her chest forward. D-cup straining the blouse fabric. Unconscious move, but body language is honest. Maternal instinct mixed with something else activated.
—Lv.1 days: Approach, fake a stomach growl, eye contact for a hard-won single loaf with Whisper. Now: 5 meters, one glance, two loaves plus voluntary chit-chat. Efficiency over 200%. That's leveling up. Same action, double the output.
I left with the bread. Two consecutive emotion manipulations successful. Maid: alert to indifference. Kitchen lady: apathy to maternal. Non-contact glance shifted both women's emotions to new coordinates. That's Suggestion.
Back in the room.
"Mm... Master Do-hyun...?"
Irene was awake, pulling the covers to her chest, looking at me. Her eyes clear. No redness, no dark circles.
—Five days ago versus now. Completely different person. Trauma therapy, sexual liberation, emotional bonding. All three working together.
"Good morning."
"...G-good morning, sir."
Irene flinched under the covers. Feeling the remnants between her legs. Her cheeks flushed red, but she didn't look away.
"Last night... we really did it, right?"
"Yeah."
"No... nightmares."
"Really?"
"Yes. First time in my life... slept without nightmares."
Tears welled in her eyes. Tears of gratitude.
—First morning in 20 years without the nightly nightmares. Core trauma resolved. Over the 'light phobia' schema from the fire and assault, a new one overlaid: 'sexual contact = pleasure + safety.' Do-hyun's imprint overwriting Luke's.
"Thanks to you, Master Do-hyun. All of it."
She crawled out naked and hugged my chest. C-cups pressed against me, warm body heat transferring. Soap scent mixed with sleep and last night's traces.
"I... I like you, Master Do-hyun."
A 20-year-old maid's confession. Pure. Not Suggestion, genuine.
—In psychology, 'transference'—patient projecting love onto the therapist. Ethics board would flag it, but this is another world, and I'm a psychologist without an ethics board. Also a milf hunter.
"I like you too, Irene."
Half-true. The other half? Her pussy feels good.
Irene looked up, eyes wanting a kiss. I kissed her. Softly. Lips only. Her hand slipped under the covers, finding my cock. Slender fingers wrapped around it.
"I... like this too."
What? She's smiling. Shy but playful. Is this the same timid maid from yesterday?
—Trauma suppressed more than fear. It bound her personality too. 'Timid Irene' was the shell trauma made; real Irene is a curious, proactive girl.
My cock swelled in her hand. 24cm expanding.
"Uh... seems bigger than yesterday..."
"Grew a bit. Leveled up."
"Leveling up makes this bigger too?"
"...Yeah."
"Then if it levels more..."
"It'll get even bigger."
Irene cupped it with both hands, gazing up in awe. Inspecting my dick like a fascinating toy.
"This... was inside me last night?"
"Four times."
"Four times?"
"Yeah. Four times."
"...Didn't hurt. Amazing."
She savors the words. Corners of her mouth lift. Mix of embarrassment and pride.
"...Morning... one more time... please?"
No reason to refuse.
I lifted Irene onto my lap. Her legs wrapped my waist. Cowgirl.
—Missionary for Marisa's comfort, but cowgirl for Irene. Two reasons. First, she controls the pace—safe by her choice. Second, eye contact. Irene needs connection, not just pleasure.
She lowered herself. 24cm slid in.
"Haaang..."
Easier after last night, but still tight. 20-year-old elasticity gripping hard.
—Marisa's pussy felt like 'warm water.' Irene's is 'elastic glove.' Seamless pressure. Uniform squeeze. Totally different pleasure.
"Mmng... feels good..."
She started moving on her own. Clumsy but instinctive.
"Slow is fine."
"...No. More..."
"Don't push yourself."
"Not pushing. Really... feels good..."
Ten cm apart, eyes met. Brown eyes lit gold by morning sun. Visible pleasure, different from dark sex. Suggestion. With a look. 'Pleasure amplified.'
—Lv.2 first real combat use. Powerful with just a glance.
Her pupils dilated. Movements sped up. Twisting added.
"Aang... Master Do-hyun... love it..."
Nails dug into my shoulders. C-cups jiggled before my eyes. Nipples erect, vivid pink. White skin glowed almost luminous in the sunlight.
"Don't... close your eyes... watch..."
"I'm watching."
We shook, eyes locked. Kiss distance. Breaths mingled. Her breath tasted faintly sweet. Maybe echo of last night's honeyed moans.
I leaned down, took a nipple in my mouth.
"Hiaat!"
Her hips intensified. Slamming down. Sucking inward.
"Master Do-hyun... gonna... cum again..."
"Together."
Suggestion. Eyes locked, mouth off nipple. 'Now.'
Her body stiffened. Eyes rolled back white.
"Haaaaaaaah!!!"
Fifth climax. Inside contracted wildly. Sucking, squeezing my cock. I erupted too. Fifth ejaculation.
Irene collapsed onto my chest. Breathing ragged, but smiling. Happy smile. Morning sun rainbowed over our tangled bodies.
"Master Do-hyun..."
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"For what."
"Everything."
No words, so I stroked her hair. Brown strands flowed between fingers. Irene nuzzled my hand like a cat.
—Said half-true, but maybe 60% true. Her defenseless trust cracks the milf hunter's coldness sometimes. That's the danger. Get attached to a patient, and the therapist breaks. Can I Suggestion this emotion away? Self-suggestion tough, but worth trying. To survive here, emotions must be manageable variables.
I left the room. Irene slept again. Tucked her in, kissed her forehead. Told her to wash the bloodstained sheets herself—laundry would spread rumors.
Morning sun poured through stained glass in the hall. Body light. Not tired after five ejaculations. 'Irene counseling—complete.'
Trauma: fire, assault. Treatment: Whisper/Suggestion, corrective emotional experience. Result: nightmares gone. Absolute trust formed. Side product: Lv.2 awakening. 24cm. Gained non-contact suggestion, memory reading, emotion manipulation.
Luke later. Report to Queen Elena; she'll punish him herself.
"Man who protected Irene, exposed palace crime." Two birds, one stone.
On the way to the annex. Mana circulates steadily behind my forehead. Faint emotions from passersby. Maid's anxiety. Guard's drowsiness. Kitchen lady's irritation.
With this power. Non-contact Suggestion on Queen Elena. During audience. Undetectably. Root out knight spies via memory read. Seduce herb shop Rosa non-contact. Everything possible at Lv.1 is tenfold efficient at Lv.2.
My mouth curved up. Next target: Rosa. Herb shop widow. 35. Lv.2 first real hunt.
I opened the annex door. Morning sun backlighted me. Shadow stretched long down the hall.
This hand got one bread per Whisper yesterday. Now it neutralizes a maid 5m away in 1 second. Pulls video from a sleeping woman's brain. Sends a virgin to ecstasy five times.
Godly? Overstatement. But like borrowing a god's perspective briefly.
The Corruption Log of an Otherworld Hypnotist, new chapter opens.