The Power of Hypnosis Orgasm
Even as we wiped ourselves down with the towels, we kept kissing.
Sometimes we sucked on each other's lips the proper way. Our tongues tangled without either of us needing to take the lead.
"Mmm…"
As we dried off, we started wiping each other down too. When I reached behind the club girl and towel-dried her long hair, she ran her towel from my chest down across my stomach — then sank to her knees.
"Hwaaam."
She took my half-hard cock into her mouth and gave it one long, wet suck.
"Oppa’s cock. So thick and sturdy — it tastes good."
The club girl looked up at my cock with something almost affectionate. It had already stiffened from her mouth, but her words made it swell to full hardness.
I rubbed her head with the towel and pulled her toward my crotch.
"Kyaak."
She ended up with my cock resting on her forehead, her face buried between my shaft and balls.
The surprise lasted only a moment. Then she started licking and sucking with her tongue and lips.
Slurp. Slurp. Soft, wet sounds.
"Umm…"
Her tongue dragged from the root of my cock all the way up the underside to the middle, then her hand joined in, stroking as her tongue worked back down to my balls. While her hand kept slowly fondling and stroking my cock, her mouth rolled each ball around inside like she was appraising them one by one.
"Ugh."
That teasing, tingling stimulation pulled a moan right out of me. I couldn't help it. She was lightly rubbing the tip of my glans with her thumb, then scraping the surface of the head with her index fingernail — and every time she did, goosebumps raced across my skin.
Seeming pleased by my reaction, she made crescent moons of her eyes and licked my balls.
I wanted to grab her by the head right then and shove my cock down her throat, rough and hard. But if I did that, I'd just end up cumming in her mouth again.
"Come here."
I led her to the bed.
As she tried to stand from her kneeling position, her legs gave out for a second and she fell against me. I caught her in my arms and used the momentum to toss her onto the bed.
"Kyaak!"
She screamed in a tone that was pure delight.
I moved between her legs — which had fallen open from the throw — and aimed my cock at her entrance.
Honestly, by this point — no, from the moment we'd entered the motel — hypnosis hadn't really mattered much. As the club girl herself had said, she'd already wanted to sleep with me.
Originally, I'd planned to use hypnosis as a tool that would let me sleep with any woman I met at a club with a hundred percent success rate. You never knew when someone might order an expensive bottle set, drink a bit, then say I'm going to check out some other places and vanish. My game wasn't that good, and I wasn't particularly handsome either, so the odds of that happening were real enough.
The only thing I could really count on was my cock — but I couldn't exactly drop my pants and show it to every woman who came along.
But once we started having sex, a question had taken root.
Could hypnosis make someone feel an orgasm?
Even now, the club girl — and the women I'd slept with before — had seemed pretty satisfied. But that was as far as it went. They hadn't become obsessed with my cock the way the old saying went: A woman who goes Black never goes back.
Maybe my eighteen centimeters just weren't enough. Or maybe my technique was lacking.
But if hypnosis could induce an orgasm?
I decided to test it.
I rubbed my cock against her mound — already thoroughly wet from the foreplay and sex.
"Hnnngh…"
The club girl blinked up at me, as if telling me to stop teasing her. Her pussy was already so worked up that the hole was twitching, practically speaking to me.
I pressed my thumb against her clit and pushed my hips forward.
"Hwaaah."
A satisfied sigh from the club girl. I savored the writhing of her vaginal walls welcoming my cock, and gradually layered on more hypnosis commands.
"Oppa… what are you doing…"
At her urging to fuck her properly already, I started thrusting. The soft, warm, uneven sensation of her pussy kept trying to derail my thoughts, but I was starting to get a sense of how to structure the hypnosis.
Simply making my face look incredibly handsome through visual manipulation probably wouldn't be enough to completely fool the brain into pulling out extreme pleasure. Sure, people said that for making a woman orgasm, being handsome mattered more than cock size — but what I wanted went beyond that. Pleasure that transcended ordinary levels.
For that, based on the amateur-level knowledge I had, I'd need a fundamental command that directly touched the brain's reward circuits and nervous system.
In other words, I needed to deceive the brain.
After all, hypnosis itself was basically about deceiving the other person's brain.
Or was it? Was it more like magic — just a snap of the fingers?
But even a snap would ultimately mean the brain was being fooled, wouldn't it?
I didn't know. My head couldn't think any deeper than that right now.
I'd just try it and see.
I carefully constructed the structure of the command in my mind.
From this moment on, every instant your skin touches mine — especially the sensations in your sexual areas — will become three times more sensitive than usual, and your brain will register those sensations without any resistance.
At first I'd considered just setting it to maximum, extreme pleasure — like slamming every option to the highest setting in a game. But I settled on three times because I was worried her brain might break.
I didn't know the exact science, but once you did drugs, people said you could never go back to how you were before. If a woman who'd just wanted to sleep with me ended up becoming an idiot from a moment of pleasure, the guilt would hit hard — legal issues aside.
Though if it were someone I wouldn't feel guilty about turning into an idiot, that would be different.
"Hnnngh!?"
Her hips suddenly twitched — something was different.
Oh. Did it work properly? How much more sensitive had she become?
I kept moving my hips while sweeping my fingertips from her knees up the insides of her thighs.
"Hyaang! Ah! Something… feels weird…"
She clamped her legs around my waist. Meanwhile I didn't stop my hands, stroking up her sides and across her stomach.
"Ugh. Oppa. Wait a second."
When she grabbed my hands with both of hers, I reversed the grip, lifted her legs a little, and raised my hips. Her waist lifted with it, driving my cock deeper.
"Haah. O-Oppa."
Mating press.
I pinned both her hands beside her head with her arms raised overhead and, still holding them, started slamming my hips down.
"Augh. Hnnngh! Oppa! Too… hard… I can't…! I'm cumming!"
Her body shuddered.
With every thrust, her eyes grew more unfocused. She wrapped both legs tightly around my waist and her whole body shook.
"Heh. She actually says she's cumming."
I'd told her earlier to report every time she came — and she was really announcing her orgasms. I stamped praise into her pussy with deep, pounding thrusts. In this position, I was hitting the entrance to her womb. Every time my seal of approval landed, her eyes rolled further back.
She couldn't resist anymore.
I released her hands and rubbed her breasts as she lay there dazed, armpits exposed. Her firm tits changed shape in my hands like toys.
"Ah, still so sensitive…"
Still not enough?
I brushed my thumbs across her areolae, then pinched both nipples at once and twisted.
"Kyahnnngh!"
The sensitivity massively amplified by hypnosis. Her erogenous zones especially — she was already hitting her second orgasm.
Her hips lifted, pressing her pussy tighter against my crotch. I tensed my body to match, grinding against her, then kept slamming down.
Still not enough.
This wasn't the level I wanted. This was still something she could have felt even without hypnosis, in ordinary sex.
Amplify sexual sensitivity to 400%. Make the nipples, clitoris, G-spot, and every erogenous zone across the body extremely hypersensitive. Once an orgasm starts, make them cascade continuously.
"My body… this is… weird!"
From the mating press, I sat on one of her legs and hooked the other over my shoulder, gripping it like a handle. I laid her on her side so she couldn't escape or resist, and raised the sensitivity.
Her leg thrashed trying to escape the pleasure somehow, but the position left her helpless — only her upper body could writhe.
"O! Oppa! No… my body feels weird. Really… I can't…"
With one hand I stroked her thigh; with the other I rubbed her clit, ramping up the pleasure. At the same time I thrust hard, grinding my cock against her vaginal walls.
"I-I'm cumming…!"
A full-body shudder.
Wow.
At four hundred percent, the movement of her vaginal walls was on a completely different level. If before had been beginner massage mode, now it was clamping down and vibrating so hard I couldn't even breathe — the kind of intensity that came with a warning: May be painful for beginners.
So this was what a real pussy was.
A dedicated instrument built solely for a man's pleasure.
I'd never encountered what people called a "masterpiece pussy" in stories — the kind of biological machine that milked a cock dry of every drop of semen. But maybe this ordinary pussy had just evolved into one.
Maybe the club girl's pussy right now was even better than those legendary ones.
Because the moment she orgasmed at four hundred percent sensitivity, I couldn't hold on either — I came.
"I'm cumming!"
"Hwaaaang!!! I'm cumming again!"
A thick, endless spurt. Gushing.
Her pussy's movements urged me on like I'd be punished if I didn't cum fast enough, wringing out semen without end. I'd just ejaculated, but there was no refractory period. Leaving this masterpiece hypnosis pussy that kept demanding more was something no man could do.
I had to squeeze out every last gram of semen, right to the limit.
By now the club girl had been reduced to a living onahole, just biting the bedsheets and reporting her orgasms.
I looked down at her — eyes rolled back, panting, full ahegao on display — and thought.
The hypnosis would end soon.
What would she do when the hypnosis wore off in the middle of a Hypnosis Orgasm amplified several times over?
"W-What is this…! Why, all of a sudden? Hwaaaang!!!"
I didn't need to worry.