The Hypnotized Sexual Relief Committee Member's Ordinary Day (3)
Everyone can resist their desires, but each person has their own limit to how far that resistance can go. The high elf Eladriel possessed an exceptionally high threshold. Even after a male organ suddenly sprouted from her body, she never impulsively assaulted the women around her. She had even volunteered to come to this Special Academy, which was little more than a quarantine facility. She had resolved never to touch the filthy rod that had appeared between her legs until a cure was found.
It proved far more difficult than she had first anticipated. The sexual urges of a futanari were stronger than those of an ordinary man. Having never before experienced such masculine drives as dominance or raw hunger, controlling them was that much harder. There were plenty of students who, before being dragged to the academy, had either been stopped while attempting sexual crimes or spent entire days lost in nothing but masturbation.
The agony was no different for Eladriel. Her cock would grow rock-hard, her mind flooded with lust, making it nearly impossible to fall asleep at night. There had been many mornings when she finally passed out after thrashing on her bed until dawn.
—Huuu, ugh♡ No, nooo…! Nnghh♡
Even so, she endured. Day after painful day. Even as the precum leaking from the tip of her cock gradually increased until it constantly soaked her panties. Even as a heavy, simmering desire filled her from balls to lower belly. She held on. Kept holding on. It was a superhuman level of self-control. A powerful force of will worthy of praise.
But she was still only human. There was no such thing as infinity.
“Gyeoul is a woman who, until just a few days ago, was a man. She has volunteered to shoulder the heavy responsibility of handling all of your sexual desires—for the sake of this academy, and more precisely, for all of you.”
At Parin’s words, a murmur rippled through the auditorium. The students’ reactions split into two distinct groups. Those more intrigued by Gyeoul’s role—‘She’s taking on sexual relief? Like an exclusive whore?’—and those more fascinated by her identity—‘She volunteered to be hypnotized? She used to be a man?’
Of course, simply leaning toward one interest didn’t mean they lacked the other. And what on earth was she wearing?
She had on a white dress shirt, but her enormous breasts were so large they strained against the fabric, most of them spilling out. The buttons could only be fastened up to the underside of her chest. As a result, the pink edges of her areolas were clearly visible. Upon closer inspection, her nipples were actually catching on the shirt. The very parts that should have been hidden by clothing were instead holding the fabric in place.
Worse still, she wore nothing below the waist—no skirt, no pants. The long shirt barely covered her most private area, and even then it only concealed half of her large, round buttocks. To complete this shameless outfit, she had on black stockings that reached all the way up her thighs. Naturally, every eye was drawn to that absolute territory. The stark contrast between the white shirt and black stockings only intensified the effect. And once a gaze landed there, it was inevitably pulled downward toward the vulnerable place that looked as though it could be exposed at any moment.
The finishing touch was the shoes. The shoes themselves were ordinary. One might even question whether shoes designed to be lewd could truly exist. But the shoes completed the look. A person could put on a top, pull on stockings, and then still choose to wear bottoms. If Gyeoul had gone barefoot, one might wonder whether she had deliberately skipped the lower garments or simply forgotten them. But no one puts on shoes and then adds pants afterward. The shoes served as undeniable proof that the omission was intentional.
By themselves they were nothing more than black dots, yet like the final stroke that brings a painted dragon to life, those ordinary shoes had perfected Gyeoul’s obscene ensemble.
For the sake of Parin’s honor, it should be noted that this outfit was not chosen by her. After being hypnotized, Gyeoul had personally selected what she considered “appropriate attire for a Sexual Relief Committee Member.” It was also worth mentioning that the succubus originally scheduled to handle sexual relief had been genuinely impressed by the coordination; she had taken detailed notes and sketches, intending to share them with the next succubus she met.
Anyway.
Parin continued her explanation.
“Thanks to Gyeoul volunteering, we have avoided a very serious problem. All of you were originally ordinary women. Even if we brought in slaves, many of you would still feel strong aversion to violating another woman.”
Some students who had indeed tried to do exactly that shifted uncomfortably, but it was the truth. Even they themselves felt the discomfort.
“I also assume many of you have questions regarding the hypnosis.”
This too was true. Mental manipulation was a spell that required passing extremely strict conditions before it could be used legally.
“We reached full agreement on the content while she was fully conscious, and we formally drafted a contract with magical binding force. I promise that no legal issues will arise for anyone involved—including myself and all of you.”
Of course, if everyone present conspired together they could probably bury even a fairly serious crime, but it was far more comforting to know there truly was no problem.
“There are three major hypnotic suggestions currently placed on Gyeoul.”
Parin raised three fingers.
“First, she believes she is an ordinary student at this academy. Second, she believes there exists a position called Sexual Relief Committee Member at this academy, and that performing its duties is completely normal and not at all embarrassing. Third, she believes she is both an ordinary student and the Sexual Relief Committee Member.”
One by one, Parin’s fingers folded down.
“This hypnosis will be maintained for one week—precisely five days, until Friday. The weekend will be Gyeoul’s day off. Now, I will demonstrate her current state directly.”
Parin looked at Gyeoul.
“Could you state your name again?”
“Um… My name is Gyeoul.”
So far, a perfectly ordinary exchange. But then the principal suddenly grabbed one of Gyeoul’s massive breasts with her hand.
“Do you remember what I explained earlier?”
“You mean the part about me becoming a student at this academy?”
Even as she spoke, Parin’s hand continued to knead Gyeoul’s breast roughly, as if working bread dough. Yet Gyeoul simply stood there calmly, answering the question as if she felt nothing unusual at all.
Eladriel, who had been watching with bated breath among the other students, was stunned.
‘That… that’s the power of hypnosis…!’
But she was mistaken. The true hypnosis had not yet revealed even a fraction of itself.
“Gyeoul student. Tell me what I am doing to you right now.”
“Um… You’re massaging my breast.”
“Doesn’t that seem strange? A faculty member groping a student’s breast. Even if we’re both women, isn’t that a terrible sexual crime?”
“Um… Is it? Isn’t it just a normal thing?”
Parin turned to the students as if asking, Do you see?
“Then what do you think would happen if I were to grope that student’s breast over there?”
If Gyeoul had answered, ‘Isn’t that normal too?’ the dissonance might have been less jarring. But instead—
“What!? W-what are you saying? That’s a crime!”
“A crime? Really?”
All the while still firmly kneading Gyeoul’s breast.
Then—
“Of course it is! What on earth are you talking about!? Or… wait, is that kind of thing considered normal in this world…?”
“No. Whether you’re a professor or not, arbitrarily groping someone else’s breast is obviously a crime.”
Dissonance. A sense of disconnect.
“Yet there is no problem at all with me groping your breast like this.”
“Yes, well… that’s true.”
“Groping another person’s breast would be a crime, but—”
“Y-yes, obviously. Why do you keep asking? Did you become a teacher—or professor—just because you wanted to do this?”
“No, of course not.”
Parin waved her hands in genuine alarm. This was no joking matter, especially not inside this academy.
“Ahem. In any case, you too are an ordinary student just like the others over there. There are no restrictions on your rights.”
“Yes, of course.”
“And yet not only am I freely groping your breast like this—”
Parin’s fingers slowly traced around Gyeoul’s nipple, brushing over the half-exposed areola peeking from the shirt.
“Hik…!?”
“—but even touching it in such a sticky, lewd manner is not considered a sexual crime at all.”
“Th-that’s… obviously true. Why do you keep asking? Do you want to touch my breasts?”
Although it was a hypnosis she herself had cast, the sheer absurdity of the situation made Parin stifle a laugh. The dark elf’s black hair swayed gently.
“Well now. What would you do if I said yes?”
“Well… I’d have to let you touch them, of course.”
“You heard her, everyone?”
She once again slowly stroked Gyeoul’s areola.
“Ugh, uuhk…♡”
Gyeoul’s legs began to tremble so violently she could barely stand. Her facial expression twisted as if enduring something, yet at the same time melted into a vacant, foolish look.
“As you can see, this is her current state.”
Having sufficiently demonstrated that the hypnosis was functioning perfectly, Parin turned back toward the students.
“All of you may receive Gyeoul’s assistance. However, for the sake of both Gyeoul and yourselves, I will establish a few rules—”
In Eladriel’s eyes, a thick, sticky fluid trickled down Gyeoul’s exposed white thigh and was absorbed into the black stocking. That was the final straw.
“Ah…! Uwaaaaaah!!”
A scream burst from the high elf’s lips that was impossible to believe came from her—devoid of intellect or dignity. It was the moment Eladriel’s superhuman mental strength, which had endured without breaking ever since she had been cursed, finally snapped.