The 7th Fake Hypnosis App Emergency Meeting: Part 1
“Alright, now that everyone's here who needs to be, shall we get this meeting started?”
Silk Blond's pleasant nasal tone echoed through the conference room. But despite her sweet voice that could make anyone—man or woman—swoon, everyone except Ska Rate just furrowed their brows in irritation.
“Can we just start already, Third Team Leader? I have a work appointment with our Scout Leader, who's part of my team.”
“This is important stuff about that Scout Leader of yours. If you're in such a hurry, feel free to go ahead. We can handle it without you.”
“Ugh...! F-Fine, then spit it out already.”
Lapis Julie threw a light jab, emphasizing our team, but with Silk Blond holding the reins in this room, it had no effect. The brief skirmish ended in Silk Blond's victory, and Lapis Julie, her momentum slightly broken, clamped her mouth shut.
At the mention that this was about Paster, everyone else fell silent like Lapis Julie, listening intently to Silk Blond.
“Ahem, good. Let's begin.”
Confirming all eyes were on her, Silk Blond wiped the leisurely smile from her face and spoke in a serious tone.
“Potsi’s starting to get suspicious about the hypnosis app. How badly did you all have to botch your acting to make him doubt the Hypnosis App like that?”
This from the woman who'd woken up, mounted an S-rank beast, and charged at Paster declaring herself Malangi.
“Ugh...”
“Kuh...”
But Lapis Julie and Ska Rate had their own guilty spots, so they couldn't call out her shamelessness. They just averted their eyes with groans.
Ia Ris and Dr. Emme, who Paster had never used the app on, were exempt. They simply shot envious glares at the other three.
I bet I wouldn't get caught...Maybe I should blackmail Paster? No, no. Ignore the jealous stares.
Reassured inwardly that she wasn't the only one who'd slipped up, Silk Blond lifted her chin even more brazenly.
“Lucky for you, I was the one cuddling with Potsi getting all the affection. If it had been any of you there, he'd have caught on immediately.”
It wasn't an overstatement to say her face was plated not with a brazen mask, but a super-alloy one. Silk Blond was utterly shameless.
But whether she was shameless or not didn't matter. What mattered to everyone in the room was the content of her words.
“W-What? What did you get from Senior?”
“What did you do with Paster? How the hell did you con him into giving you affection?”
As Lapis Julie and Ia Ris bit the bait, Silk Blond snorted and looked down on them all.
“I told you. I got affection from Potsi. How? It's embarrassing, so I'm not saying. Just know it was more emotional bonding than you losers are imagining. Oh, does that not click? Fine, one little hint... He accepted me as family.”
“F-Family...?”
“Paster? Accepted you? Ha, what a joke. Dr. Emme! Check if she's lying—bring out the tester or something!”
“Ska Rate, I'm not your assistant. No reason to follow orders. And you know full well that lying here about anything Paster-related is just shooting yourself in the foot, right?”
“Grr...”
In the Fake Hypnosis App Emergency Meeting, lying about Paster matters was a clear loss. In this den of rivals, if you claimed something like, “Paster and I are dating starting today, so all of you stay away from him,” and it got exposed as a lie, you'd get utterly demolished by everyone.
When it came to stripping a liar bare, they all united. But it wasn't physical—it was mental devastation, pounding away with lines like, “How insecure do you have to be to spew that crap?” or “Huhu, jealous of our loving moments with Paster, huh? Reduced to pathetic lies.” until shame crushed their spirit.
Once, in a fit of jealousy and inferiority for being the only one not hypnotized, Ia Ris had blurted, “I-I've even had sex with Paster!” She'd been savagely torn apart by all, earning the nickname “crazy bitch.” After that, no one dared lie.
Because of that history, Silk Blond's words rang with high truth probability.
“Huhu. I just stated facts. How you take it is up to you.”
Everyone here knew exactly what “family” meant to Silk Blond. The moment those words left her mouth, they couldn't just sit and listen anymore.
Ia Ris was first to speak.
“Ughhh...! I-I hugged Paster without even being hypnotized! He even called me Ia sis!”
“What? Paster called you by name? I specifically told him not to call anyone but me by name...!”
“Hehe. Ska Rate, while you were getting your pussy zapped and passing out from Paster, we were right there exchanging affection. That day, he and I were bound by an unbreakable, sticky bond. Can't say what with, but... fufu.”
Ia Ris and Paster were tied by the penthouse repair bill. An unbreakable sticky bond until she paid it off, as she'd said.
Enraged by Ia Ris's brag, Ska Rate spilled the near-death-by-happiness incident from right before the meeting.
“Grrr...! What, over something like that? Paster hugged me tight and even sniffed me! You lot have never seen Paster with dog ears and a tail, right?”
“D-Dog ears? Potsi wore that collar?”
“Collar? Oh yeah, he had some new choker on. Was that from you, Silk Blond? Damn, that thing was hot!”
“W-Why the hell did you...”
Furious that her dog-collar play—something she'd overlooked—had been NTR'd by the redheaded thug, Silk Blond wiped the smile from her face, despair and rage mixing.
“Dog-eared Potsi was not for trash like you to see! So why the hell...!”
So wronged, tears welled in Silk Blond's pumpkin-orange eyes. Fixed on Ska Rate's upturned nose, her mana-charged aura turned feral, ready to lunge.
Rumble rumble...
The sharp pressure filled the room, enough to make an A-rank awakener's legs shake.
But showing emotion here meant yielding ground, so Ska Rate smirked, piling on mockery and brag.
“Why? 'Cause Paster and I are that close. Know what? He got so drunk on my scent he bit and sucked my nape! You lot just got hugs or zaps at best? Tough luck—I even have teeth marks!”
Conveniently omitting how she'd been utterly shut down from start to finish by Paster, Ska Rate grabbed her red hair, tilting her head to bare her nape. A vivid bite mark scarred her snow-white skin.
“See? This is the unbridgeable gap between you and me. Even all your time with Paster combined wouldn't match half of mine. You know that vibe from seniority? Rub up on it while you can, bitches.”
Ska Rate held a high win rate in past Fake Hypnosis App Emergency Meetings. She'd been “hypnotized” the most from constantly flipping out at Paster.
And in this fiercest 7th meeting, she'd seen dog-eared Paster, gotten a tight hug and sniff, and even left a kiss-mark-level bite on his nape.
“Guh...”
“Tch...”
“A rabbit with dog ears... Might not suit as well as rabbit ears, but it'd still be insanely cute... Animal ears are always right.”
To the trembling jealous rivals, Ska Rate flashed a victor's smile.
“Well, shall we wrap this up? Got stuff to do. Gotta sort today's footage too.”
“F-Footage? What footage? What did you film?”
Silk Blond, who'd taken the biggest mental hit today, widened her eyes at Ska Rate's words.
Ska Rate snorted like it was obvious, pointing to the second button on her long coat.
“What else? Editing the dog-eared Paster video, duh. I'll send Dr. Emme hers per contract. Rest of you want it? Bring something worth my while.”
Ska Rate's signature high-leg suit and long coat were custom-made by Dr. Emme. Before production, she'd requested “a camera like an action cam I can wear,” and Emme accepted in exchange for shared footage.
Thanks to that, Ska Rate had snagged the treasure: “Dog-Eared Paster Approaches to Sniff.avi.”
That footage's existence swung the protagonist spot to Ska Rate, and everyone subconsciously deemed her the ultimate winner today.
“Um, I even kissed Senior?”
Except one person.
Lapis Julie's bombshell froze the overheated room.
“......”
“......”
“......”
“......What?”
The three who'd conceded defeat gaped speechlessly. Ska Rate, closest to victory, doubted her ears and shot back at Lapis Julie.
But the question she spat in disbelief only brought greater shock.
“Kissed his lips and his dick too. Fellatio in technical terms? First time for both, but... he came so much, guess I did okay. Fufu...”
“...You fucking bitch!”
2.
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A faint vibration, detectable only by the sensitive, hit after ages. Maybe once or twice a month. Should tell the guild master?
“...Eh, they'll handle any problems.”
Quiet's nice, though. If only it lasted forever······.