Senior Sister Jiarong's tender pussy

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Since I entered university, Senior Jia Rong has always been my goddess. In fact, she was a beauty of the department's most beautiful class, the object of every junior's fantasy.

She had a dignified and beautiful face, bright eyes, long, straight, smooth hair, fair skin, a height of nearly 1.7 meters, a slender and exquisite figure, and an enviable C-cup bust. Her personality was gentle and kind, low-key and easily shy. Besides always carrying books, she had also practiced piano and flute to the point where she could give solo recitals. My impression of her was that of a well-behaved girl who exuded the special temperament of a musician.

Many people mustered up the courage to pursue her, but Senior Jia Rong was conservative and had not accepted anyone since her first relationship ended.

Now my chance has come. She's my teaching assistant for a multimedia course I'm taking, and we have to demo assignments every two weeks. Sometimes she even covers for the professor. I've tried to pay attention in class and perform well, but to her, I'm still just one of many juniors. I'm just an ordinary person with no particular hobbies. I usually just browse erotic literature online in my free time, so it's obvious I don't have the qualifications to match her.

Somehow, I started thinking about mind control. This idea terrified me, but deep down, I felt a perverse excitement. I couldn't help but imagine her kneeling and calling me "master," and my wicked thoughts grew stronger.

But here's the problem: how do you hypnotize someone? I have absolutely no idea, and I don't even believe it's real. I think hypnosis shows are all staged, and hypnosis articles are just fabrications by enthusiasts. I really believe that.

However, I still spent the whole night searching for hypnosis websites, and almost none of them were legitimate. Some contained hidden malware, some sold pirated DVDs, and some were paid membership porn sites. Spending the whole night looking at this pointless stuff was really discouraging and made me want to give up. But just when I was about to give up, I found a decent-looking hypnotist forum.

According to the website's guide, the administrator was a professional hypnotist, and the forum was full of people with hypnotic abilities exchanging hypnosis experiences. I searched for a long time, and it seemed that hypnosis had a complete theory, but it was too profound for me to understand.

Finally, I decided to post a question myself. Asking such a question on a website was too embarrassing, and I didn't expect anyone to respond. It was a pipe dream for someone who knew nothing about hypnosis to try to control a girl they didn't know well. However, when I woke up in the morning, there were more than a dozen replies. Although everyone was replying earnestly and enthusiastically, only three of them were written in plain language that I, being rather slow-witted, could understand.

>[Flying Mammoth] said: If your skills aren't very deep, it's best to use something to relax the target, such as alcohol, aromatherapy oils, soft music, etc. It would be even better if you could get some sedatives or ether, but a complete knockout won't work. A light dose to leave her in a semi-conscious state is best.

>[Deeply Asleep] said: A girl's natural weakness is her sex appeal. When you gently hold her, she'll feel warmth and trust. When you gently caress her, she'll naturally relax and become compliant. If you can bring her to orgasm, the post-orgasmic daze is somewhat similar to hypnosis. People with good hypnotic sensitivity are more likely to accept advice this way. These are all girls' instincts; everyone has them to some extent. As long as you can eliminate the rationality that suppresses these instincts… >[Naughty Station Master] said: If you can play her an audio or video file, I can add something to the file to influence her subconscious, guaranteed without side effects. But the instructions can't be too long. If you trust me, I can help you.

This assignment happened to be to create a 30-second flash animation, and my senior insisted on seeing it. However, the video was too short, and I could only squeeze in two instructions: first, to come to the top floor of the department building at midnight (I couldn't let her do anything while everyone was queuing for the demo); second, to temporarily enhance her sensitivity to being touched. In other words, I still had to rely on myself to program the hypnosis.

At midnight, I ambushed her on the backlit side of the top floor exit, holding a handkerchief stained with ether. I bought it for 300 yuan from an old acquaintance in the chemistry department; he certainly knows how to rip people off. My senior's figure appeared at the exit, and I felt a shiver run through my body. This proved that the stationmaster hadn't lied to me; hypnosis was real. But when the opportunity came, I became hesitant. If I failed this time, I'd be going to jail. I had worked so hard to get into this prestigious department; I didn't want to end up on the front page of the news… Chapter Two:

Looking at my senior's graceful figure, her charming hair fluttering in the wind, I finally decided to make my move. Suddenly, I unexpectedly wrapped my left arm around her waist while simultaneously covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief in my right hand. Unexpectedly, she reacted quickly, holding her breath and glancing to her left and behind me out of the corner of her eye. Instinctively, I nervously turned my head to the right, only to be stomped hard on my left foot. The pain almost made me cry out. Taking advantage of the slight loosening of her grip, she quickly lowered her body, preparing to thrust backward. This move was definitely not something she'd learned in women's self-defense; I'd really

bitten off more than I could chew. In a moment of panic, I reflexively pinched her nipple with my left hand. I felt her body tremble slightly, and with a soft moan, she inhaled a large amount of ether. She struggled for a few moments before her body went limp. Remembering my friend's advice not to let her become too unconscious, I laid her flat on the ground. Her eyes were half-closed, her small hands clenched into fists as if she still wanted to resist, but she couldn't move at all. Now, how to proceed? The station manager said that since I had no experience, I could only rely on my intuition and try to relax her. If that didn't work, I would have to completely drug her and then escape.

After making up my mind, I tried to calm my nervousness and began to gently caress her with my hands. Even if the hypnosis failed, I would still have this good fortune. Today, my senior was wearing a thin short-sleeved t-shirt and a knee-length denim skirt, which allowed me to easily touch most of her body. I first gently combed her hair with my hands, then moved down her face, over her shoulders, arms, breasts, lower abdomen, thighs, and calves, and then back down from her face. At first, my senior's body was a little stiff, and she tried hard to open her eyes. However, after I persistently caressed her for about ten minutes, her expression gradually became more and more dazed. She squinted her eyes and breathed heavily, and her fair skin began to turn a faint red.

I gently hugged my senior, kissed her lips, and licked her pink neck. My senior seemed to enjoy it, and her body became lighter and lighter, letting out soft moans. Then I focused on her chest, gently massaging the edges of her breasts, and slowly circling her areolas with my palms. My senior's body writhed restlessly, her hands groping on the ground. It seemed the drug's effects were starting to wear off; she was gradually regaining her strength. I wondered when she would wake up. I felt I should start talking to her—no, I should escape as soon as possible. I increased the pressure of my massage, and then, mimicking lines from a hypnosis article, lowered my voice and said,

"Jiarong, you feel warm and languid all over, a very happy feeling. You want to relax even more, to truly experience these feelings, to not think about anything. You like this comfortable feeling; you just want to relax deeper and deeper. The more relaxed you are, the more comfortable you feel, and the more comfortable you feel, the more relaxed you become. You feel more and more comfortable now, right?" "Mmm…" my senior only responded softly. I should try harder.

"You feel endless relaxation, falling continuously, as if your body has lost gravity and is falling into darkness. Warm flames burn inside your body, and your body slowly melts like ice under the sun. Your consciousness melts along with your body. You can't do anything but listen to my voice." "..." I was surprised to find that my senior's body had lost its strength again, and her expression became very intoxicated.

"Jiarong, now only my voice remains in the whole world. You can only hear me. You feel that you should obey my instructions. My words seem to come from your heart. When you obey this voice, you will feel unprecedented joy and satisfaction. Now I want you to fall into a deeper and deeper sleep, and completely open your heart to me. If you understand, answer me." "Yes... I will... obey." I actually managed to get her to comply. I felt incredibly happy at that moment. I stopped rubbing her breasts and looked at her chest, which was still rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. Even through her bra and thin clothes, I could still see her two nipples proudly standing up. Her expression was serene and peaceful. She was unaware that she had fallen into a very bad situation.

However, after the initial euphoria, my mind remained remarkably calm. After all, I was a top student who got into a prestigious university, and I didn't let my success go to my head. I didn't dare directly order my senior to become my slave, because there were examples of people suddenly regaining their senses when their true nature clashed with their own. Instead, I followed the original plan and indirectly coerced her with sexual desire. I even prepared a secret weapon for this.

Chapter 3

: "Jiarong, you can open your eyes, but your mind is still asleep. You feel you don't need to be wary of me. You can freely remove your top and skirt; it will make you feel more relaxed and free." "Yes…" My senior stared blankly at the night sky, clumsily removing her coat and denim skirt. She lay there comfortably, completely unaware of my greedy gaze, carefully admiring her flawless body. I noticed a small wet patch on her cotton panties, indicating I was halfway there. I gently traced the shape of her labia with one finger through the fabric, and my senior's body trembled slightly in rhythm, revealing a pained expression.

"Jiarong, answer my question, how many times have you had sexual experience?" "Twice..." Her voice trembled slightly.

"How long has it been since you last had sex?"

"About...three years...I guess..." Her voice became increasingly erratic.

"Do you usually play with yourself?"

"No...no...uh..." Her moans were tinged with sobs.

I gently pressed my index and middle fingers together against her cleft, and immediately a large amount of fluid secreted out. The small wet patch quickly spread across her entire crotch, making my fingers sticky and slippery. Because of the second suggestion in the video call, her body was still very sensitive.

"Do you like sex?"

"No...I...I don't know..." What a dishonest slave.

I directly spread open her panties and gently inserted two fingers into her secret place. My senior's expression gradually became very lewd.

"So do you like me playing with your body like this?"

"Ah...I...uh...uh..."

My senior's moans became higher and higher, and she could no longer answer the question properly. She was probably about to climax.

I continued to fuel the fire, increasing the speed of my thrusts, teasing her clitoris with the pad of my thumb, while roughly pinching her breasts and pulling her nipples with my left hand. I felt the contractions in her vagina intensify, tightly sucking on my fingers.

"Jiarong, you are experiencing unprecedented pleasure right now. You can't resist it, you can't hold back anymore, you feel like you're about to climax." (Actually, I feel like I'm about to climax too... I really admire how long I can hold on.) "Ah... ahh... ahhh..." My senior subconsciously swayed her slender waist to meet my fingers, ecstatically releasing her pent-up emotions. Her body was ready to climax.

"...But you can't. Only Master can make you climax." I think the smile on my face at this moment must have looked incredibly smug.

"Eek... no... no!" she pleaded pitifully, swaying her waist even more violently, but this only made her feel worse.

"You'll climax if you just admit you're my slave. Tell me, Jia Rong, who are you?" "Ah... I am... I... Ugh... I can't do this..." "Jia Rong, listen, the more you endure, the more pleasure will accumulate." "Eeeeeee... Waaaaaah!" She still eagerly responded to my fingers, her juices dripping all over the floor, tears streaming down her delicate face, but she refused to give in no matter what, enduring for two minutes. Although I was having a lot of fun, I figured I should finish this soon, especially since my senior was screaming too loudly. In the end, I had to use my secret weapon, but taking this out meant it was all over. It was a remote-controlled vibrator. I turned the vibration to the maximum and pressed my palm against my senior's vulva. Instantly, her body convulsed violently, her whole body curling up and convulsing, and she immediately surrendered.

"Eeeeeaah... Master... Master... Ahhh... Ah uh... Uh..." It really makes you climax but you can't scream anymore.

The intense climax continued, and then my senior lay exhausted on the ground, her lips still twitching slowly. I couldn't hold on any longer, so I ejaculated on her bra. But the work wasn't over yet. My senior was still experiencing the afterglow of her climax, her mind and body completely lost. This was the perfect time to give her a permanent suggestion.

"Jiarong, can you hear me?"

"Yes... Master."

"When you wake up, you won't remember anything. You'll only think that I'm easy to get along with and don't mind being close to me. But although your thoughts are free, your body will subconsciously obey your master. And when you're close to climax, your body can escape my control, but your will will remember your master and obey him. Remember, when your master caresses you, he will give you a hundred times the pleasure. Only your master can give you an orgasm. When I call your name, you will understand that you must obey." "Yes... I understand." Then, I did a little test. I gently rubbed my senior's clitoris, and she immediately reached a sharp orgasm, collapsing to the ground in a daze. The test results were very satisfactory. Of course, most importantly, I want to thank the site administrator and everyone else on the mysterious website for their help. ^_^ "Jiarong, get dressed, go home, take a shower, and get a good night's sleep. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll only feel happy and energetic, and you won't notice anything unusual about your body." Chapter Four

In the following days, I often visited my senior's lab, but it was just for teasing. I didn't want to keep bullying her. I'd wait until I suddenly felt like it... For example, today, my senior was wearing a floral chiffon top and a long skirt, looking particularly charming. So don't blame me for being mischievous; it's really itching to use my power.

"Senior, I'm so bored, let's play a game."

"Hmm, but I'm so busy, can we do it another day?" She was buried in a pile of experimental data.

"Come on, it'll be over in ten minutes."

"Okay, what should we play?"

"Hey, I want to play the King's Game."

"Hmm? What's that? I don't know how to play..." My senior looked puzzled.

"I'll demonstrate first, like this... Jia Rong, turn off the lab lights." The senior student unconsciously walked to the door, turned off the lights, and sat back down in her chair. Her face was a little pale, as if she had been frightened.

"Jia Rong, take off your outer garment." As soon as she finished speaking, her beautiful thin shirt fell to the ground.

"No...why!?" She was truly terrified, covering her chest with her hands, her eyes pleading.

"Jia Rong, gently caress yourself, make yourself feel good."

Her hands, which had been used to cover herself, gently slid over her full breasts. I didn't do anything, just looked at her. Her eyes grew increasingly moist, her small mouth slightly open as she breathed, but she still tried her best to remain silent.

"Jia Rong, you can caress your private area through your skirt...yes, like this, it feels good, more and more good, your rationality slowly fades, you feel so lonely, so needy." "Mmm...ahhh...mmm..." She began to enjoy it, no longer caring that I was watching, her movements becoming increasingly vigorous.

"Senior, you're so lewd! How could you do something like this in front of a junior?" I suddenly felt

like playing a prank. "Huh? I... oh... I didn't... oh!" Unexpectedly, upon hearing my words, she suddenly jumped as if electrocuted, falling to the ground along with the chair. She became unusually excited, frantically rubbing her petals under her skirt. Her reaction startled me. I stared in disbelief, then suddenly it dawned on me. Could it be that beneath her pure and conservative personality, senior, lay a hidden desire to be abused, something she was extremely unwilling to admit? That's why it took so much effort to get her to call me master.

"Oh, actually, senior, you really want someone to bully you, don't you?"

"Eek...no...no..." Although she said no, her hands worked even harder, and there were soft, wet sounds coming from under her skirt. This wasn't caused by my command; she was simply aroused by the humiliating words, stirring up her deepest desires. Her buttocks arched high, clearly indicating that she was about to climax...but she couldn't.

"Eek...Master...I want Master..." Her body twisted in agony, her voice frantic. I stepped forward and placed my hands on her shoulders.

"Jiarong, look at me carefully. Do you recognize me?"

"Ahhh...Master...please...please..."

I looked at her tenderly, gently tracing her nipples with my fingernails. She couldn't help but climax, clinging tightly to me.

Jia Rong nestled motionless in my arms, her delicate fragrance enveloping me. The smooth, silky feel of her skin was intoxicating. When I asked her to help me ejaculate, she would obediently prop herself up and bow her head, diligently serving me. This was a scene I could never even dream of before. Back then, just a casual glance from my senior could make me happy all day. But suddenly, I realized this wasn't the outcome I wanted. I only possessed half of her now. Normally, she still strongly resisted being enslaved. I needed to help her open her heart; I wanted all of her, whether it was "senior" or "Jia Rong."

I deeply regretted my playful nature in giving such strange instructions. My senior subconsciously cleverly exploited this, splitting herself in two, retaining that stubborn self. She was truly a clever girl. Now we're back to square one… It seems my senior has developed a dual personality. My suggestion wasn't meant for her to be like this, but I don't know how to get her to merge the two sides herself. It might require many attempts. I dared not use hypnosis on "Senior Sister" again to force her to do things she didn't want to do, otherwise it might become more complicated. To be honest, I knew absolutely nothing about hypnosis. I needed to think of other ways to make her submit willingly.

"Jiarong, listen carefully. Now return to the state of sleep in your memory and remember my prompts. When you sleep at night, you will dream that you are helplessly being manipulated. You will remember this feeling well. Don't resist it with your moral compass. Listen to the true voice in your heart. When you wake up from the dream, you won't remember the content of the dream, but the feeling of being bullied will remain in your heart. After you get dressed, sit back at the table and return to your surface personality. She won't know what just happened. She will only focus on the experimental records before I arrived. You can start getting dressed now." Chapter 5

The next morning, during the DSP midterm exam, my phone rang in my backpack. The proctoring assistant angrily took it away and turned it off. When the exam ended, I saw three missed calls on my phone, all from Jiarong. I called back, but no one answered. I rushed to the lab but didn't see her. I circled the area, dialed the number again, and finally heard the familiar triad at the end of the corridor. The innermost part was the tea room, but the water dispenser had been broken for a long time… normally no one came here.

Jia Rong sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, her hands gripping a bottle of toner, using the bottle opening to masturbate herself; her hands were trembling so much she could barely hold it. Her white t-shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to her fragrant body and becoming slightly translucent, revealing her full breasts. Her gauze skirt was torn to shreds, and her vaginal fluids had pooled on the floor like a small puddle, the outer edge almost dry. Her Hello Kitty phone lay nearby, still playing ringtones.

She looked truly pathetic; it was the first time I'd seen her like this, even worse than the first time she underwent hypnosis. It's been about 80 minutes since her phone rang during the exam, and she's been hanging in there, on the verge of climaxing. She must be exhausted by now. I felt a pang of anxiety; had I made my goddess like this? When she saw me, she opened her mouth but couldn't speak, only looking at me with dependent eyes.

I decided to help her release first. I placed my erection between her breasts through her clothes, took her hands and placed them on her breasts. She immediately understood and squeezed with her last bit of strength. I gently moved in and out, and she quickly released, moaning groaning in a daze. Her body stiffened for a moment, then went limp, her sweet voice slightly hoarse. Of course, the first thing I did was pour her a large glass of water; she'd been dehydrated for a while.

"Waaah... Master... Waaah..."

The first thing she did after regaining her senses was to hug me and cry. It wasn't a loud wail, but a soft sob, which broke my heart. I gently stroked Jia Rong's back, trying to soothe her emotions. I truly felt sorry for her this time. I needed to reconsider the personality integration issue more carefully. The first thing was to undo last night's suggestion. It would be terrible if she was aroused and couldn't find me.

"Jia Rong, listen carefully, you won't dream about being bullied anymore when you sleep at night." But she didn't respond. I didn't know if she was too tired or what. I lifted her head so she could look at me, and wiped the droplets of sweat or tears from her face. The look in her eyes was still that same dependent look.

"Jia Rong, do you understand? If you understand, answer me."

"I love you, Master!" A shy yet firm confession, but it wasn't the answer I expected. I felt the situation was getting out of my control.

In the days that followed, I tried some other methods, but the situation became increasingly strange. Besides obedience, Jia Rong seems to have developed a different, subtle affection for me. When I tease her, she always hugs me and begs me to kiss her. My senior's attitude towards me is even stranger. Sometimes she looks at me with a dreamy gaze, blushing inexplicably, but she jumps away in fright if I get too close. I know it's not shyness; she's afraid of me! She's started deliberately avoiding being alone with me. I'm certain I've erased the memories of her outward personality each time, so this shouldn't be happening.

I'm very uncomfortable with this change. Things seem to be spiraling out of control; I can no longer manage everything. They always do things I didn't plan. I'm starting to wonder if I've made a mistake. How did I turn my senior into this? Wasn't my initial attraction to her precisely because of her pure and lovely image?

(Mysterious voice: Because the author likes stories of pure girls falling into depravity^^…) I have to admit I like Jia Rong's obedient nature and the way she looks at me. I feel myself becoming increasingly addicted. If this continues, I won't be able to let go. If I want to set her free, I have to do it now. I can't keep hurting her. While my conscience still condemns me, I want to restore everything to normal.

On Friday's last class, my senior is going to talk about the fourth assignment. I'm going to have Jia Rong cover for her. This is the last time I'll play with her; I want to remember her captivating appearance. I want to do something in class that will make her shy. Of course, I won't embarrass her in front of everyone. Jia Rong's personality is still the same—easily shy—but the difference is that she's very obedient. She'll do anything I ask, no matter how embarrassing. I love teasing her like this, enjoying her blushing expression. It gives me more satisfaction than having sex with her directly.

Chapter Six

: After the seventh period on Friday, I went to the lab to find my senior. As usual, she wanted to find an excuse to leave as soon as she saw me.

"Class is almost starting, let's chat as we walk, junior," she said, heading towards the door.

"Jiarong, you can't move your body now. No matter how hard you try, you can't move at all." "This... what's wrong, junior? Ah~ don't do anything reckless." I was rubbing her crotch through her long skirt.

"Jiarong, you like the feeling of being helplessly disciplined. Remember, you like this, you feel excited." "No... don't talk nonsense, I... ah... ah ah... if you keep doing this, I'll call for help." "Jiarong, you can't speak now, so listen to my advice. Don't deny it, you like it very much. You know you're getting more and more excited, and I'll make you feel very comfortable." I slowly increased the force of my rubbing and stirring. The senior tightly closed her eyes and bit her lip, but she couldn't move her body or make a sound. I didn't know how excited she was, so I played with her a little longer. Class was about to start in two minutes.

After stopping for a while, the senior opened her eyes and looked at me obediently.

"Okay, you can talk and move now. You're 'Jiarong,' right?" "Yes, Master." She answered me obediently.

"Jiarong, put this in." I handed her her first vibrator. This is something with sentimental value, huh.

"Yes... Master... Ah... Ah..." It was currently vibrating at a medium speed. I asked her to put it into her vagina, and she was already so numb that she couldn't stand up after only inserting half of it.

"Relax your body, take a deep breath."

"Yes... Yes... Hmm... Hmm." It was difficult to insert, and some fluid had already seeped out.

"You can go to class like this later. I won't go too far." Although her pretty face was flushed with embarrassment, she still nodded obediently.

The first forty minutes passed smoothly. I only used a weak vibration. Apart from her blushing cheeks, Jiarong behaved normally. Since the homework only required a little explanation, she helped us fill in some gaps in the professor's lesson that he skipped. She taught much better than the professor. The professor should be replaced. It wasn't just me who thought so; everyone thought the same. The internship class taught by the senior student had a large attendance, and no one was dozing off, which wasn't just because she was pretty.

"Okay, the assignment for this class is to compress a video using the three algorithms from Chapter 8 and see which compression ratio is better. You must explain why you think it will perform better and what characteristics the example video has. This part isn't covered in the textbook, so you have to judge for yourself." With ten minutes left, she started explaining the assignment. I thought it was about time to begin, so I quietly switched to medium speed. Jia Rong was startled halfway through, her tone suddenly rising, and she reflexively looked in my direction. The other students followed her gaze. I immediately put on an innocent expression. Several people were sitting in the back row, and no one knew who the senior student was looking at. Jia Rong quickly looked away, smiled awkwardly, and pretended nothing was wrong to continue the class, but now she was resting her hands on the lectern.

"There are two videos, meaning you need to repeat the same steps twice, but the results shouldn't be the same. Don't worry, just write down whatever comes to mind; the teaching assistant won't give you a low grade." I couldn't see her hands shaking from sitting too far away, but soon she naturally pulled up a chair and sat down, the lectern obscuring her entire body except for her head. I guessed she was shaking quite badly, but her tone remained steady. Since that was the case, I started switching between medium and high speed, switching up briefly and then immediately switching back, her speech becoming intermittent.

"The compression tool… you don't need to write it yourself, later… the teaching assistant… will upload both example videos… to… the course website." Her pauses were well-defined, but I could imagine her clenching her legs together in discomfort during the pauses.

She gently closed her eyes, furrowed her brow, and showed a slightly comfortable, dazed expression, her right hand gripping the mouse tightly. Then she paused for about ten seconds without speaking. I felt something was wrong and turned off the interfering tool. Sigh, I haven't even tried the highest speed yet.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well today. This is roughly the assignment. Feel free to ask if you have any questions, otherwise, let's call it a day." As soon as get out of class ended, a bunch of flies swarmed around her, offering to help her carry her laptop and bag back to the lab. Those little things were probably too much for one person to carry alone... I joined in the fun. Jia Rong really did look like she had a cold and fever. Her acting was really good. Maybe her image was too good usually. Those lecherous guys seemed to have forgotten her weird expression at the end of class when they saw her pitiful look. She noticed me coming over and winked at me triumphantly. Immediately, a dozen murderous glares pierced me. For the past month or so, to outsiders, I seemed to be quite close to my senior, often visiting her. Many people were already envious. I wondered how they would react if they knew I had done more than just visiting her. I chuckled to myself.

"Um, thank you for your concern, I'm much better now. Junior... could you please get my laptop for me?" My smile vanished. Jia Rong grabbed my hand, and I felt a terrifying murderous aura surrounding me. I knew I'd be dragged to Aruba when I got back to the dorm tonight... She must be doing this on purpose. I didn't expect her to be so mischievous. I'll teach her a lesson when we get back to the lab.

Actually, this was just an excuse. What's coming will come eventually. Giving her freedom was something I'd already decided on. Although I kept trying to convince myself, I only became more and more frustrated. I could only find some excuse to justify postponing things I didn't like. After realizing my true feelings, I felt even more annoyed with myself. It wasn't cool at all. How could this kind of guy be worthy of my senior? I'd never felt so bad... Chapter Seven:

"Master, are you angry?" These were her first words upon returning to the lab.

"No, I was just thinking that the example video for this assignment could be a bit more special." I picked up the digital camera on my senior's shelf and played with it. This kind could record video. I pointed the lens at her, smiling maliciously.

"Wh...what kind of video? I've already prepared the video for the assignment..." She looked nervously at the camera in my hand, her words becoming slightly stuttered. She probably knew what I was about to do.

"You know, a video of a beautiful, elegant teaching assistant having an orgasm."

"No...no, that's too embarrassing. Master, please...ah!?" Before she could finish speaking, I launched my attack. With my free left hand, I gently pinched Jia Rong's nipple through her clothes. Her whole body trembled with pleasure, looking very comfortable. She must have really wanted to be treated like this by her master during class.

"Jia Rong, you must obey your master. Tell me you will obey." "Ah...I...obey..." she murmured in a dreamlike voice.

"You will put the video you're recording now on the website."

"Yes...yes...I will...ah..." She shook her head in distress, looking both comfortable and sad. I knew she was close to climaxing.

"Come on, smile at the camera, I'm going to make you come." After saying that, I suddenly turned the vibrator to its maximum.

"Eek...Master...Eek eeek..." She climaxed, then clung to me tightly. There was a strange sense of accomplishment in making her come.

That should be enough, right? I could give her her freedom now, but I didn't want it to end. I desperately tried to find another excuse for myself. I'm such a lousy person. I wanted to actually do it with her. Even though I'd controlled her for so long, I'd never actually reached home base because I hadn't won her heart through legitimate means. I didn't have the right to do this to her. But before everything was over, I should be able to do it once, just once, I told myself I had the right.

While I was thinking, Jia Rong had somehow come to her senses, timidly staring at the camera in my hand, looking hesitant.

"Master...um, the video...can I...um..." It seemed she still wanted to beg me.

"Which one? I didn't press the record button. I was just kidding." "..." Her amused expression was so cute.

She visibly relaxed, looking at me gratefully. However, I no longer know if she is truly "Jia Rong". She wouldn't normally question my requests, but this is the first time she's been so insistent, even though I know she would still obey if I gave a forceful command. Has my control over her weakened? Or has a third new personality emerged? I dare not imagine anymore. Today, I must do what I should do. But before that, I want to leave a final memento.

"Jia Rong, now turn your back to me and lean your upper body over the desk." She obediently complied. I stood behind her and removed the obstructive covering. Her groin area was wet from the recent orgasm, and she seemed particularly nervous; this was the first time her master was going to have intercourse with her. I took out the vibrator and licked her cleft with my tongue. She involuntarily squeezed my head together, letting out soft moans.

Then I opened the lab door and began to enter her body. Her lab was on the eighth floor; no one could possibly pass by during lunchtime, but doing so still greatly stimulated her. She was afraid the noise would be heard. She indeed became very excited, her warm, wet flesh contracting and massaging me irregularly. Each thrust brought out a large amount of fluid, and she climaxed after only a few strokes. I continued to assault her, and she climaxed a second time soon after. She began to lose consciousness; she had been tightly biting a handkerchief, but now she loosened her grip and moaned uncontrollably.

I didn't intend to let her go. I wished time could stop at this moment forever. Soon I was about to lose the most important thing in my life. My mood worsened, and an inexplicable fire burned within me. I roughly pinched and kneaded Jia Rong's beautiful breasts, penetrating her hard, as if venting my inexplicable anger. Her ecstatic expression gradually turned into pain. Although orgasms are pleasurable, continuous orgasms eventually become torture.

"Ah... Master... Ahhh... You really... are angry?... " "I'm so sorry... Ahhh... I'm sorry..." She thought I was angry about her prank on me. What's there to be angry about such a small thing? I'm angry at my own weakness. I'm such a useless guy. Hearing her apologetic words, her submissive attitude, and her sweet, coquettish voice only fueled my possessiveness and doubled my anger. I attacked her even more roughly. She just kept murmuring apologies to me. After a long time, she finally begged me to stop.

"Master... no more... Ahhh... I'm in so much pain... I can't take it anymore... Ahhh... Master..." I was unmoved by her pleas and continued to violate her until I couldn't take it anymore and burst inside her. Afterwards, I let her sit on my lap, gazing at her dazed, beautiful face, her long, flowing hair twirling. Whenever I held 'Jia Rong' in my arms, she would unconsciously reveal a faint, happy smile. But was this a genuine smile from her heart? Or was it an illusion I was creating...?

"Jia Rong, listen carefully..."

"Yes?" She barely opened her eyes, looking at me with her usual affectionate expression. I dared not look directly into her eyes.

"You will have a good sleep soon. When you wake up, you will never think of your master again, you will never need your master to reach orgasm again, you will never need to obey your master again. You must forget everything between us and return to your original self, understand?" "Master... you don't want me anymore?... I... Jia Rong won't dare again... Jia Rong will be very obedient from now on... I won't be naughty anymore." "Punish me... Master, anything is fine, I will obediently accept the punishment." She cried in panic, trying to please me. I gently held her, and she dared not move.

"Jiarong, you feel very tired now, and you really want to sleep. Slowly, slowly relax your body..." "No... Master, I really will be good, I won't make you angry again." She felt her body becoming more and more relaxed, but her tone became more tense, struggling not to fall asleep.

"Your consciousness gradually blurred, and darkness enveloped you. You felt so sleepy, so sleepy..." "No... Master... Master... Waaah..." Her voice grew softer and softer, and her eyes slowly closed, tears sliding down her cheeks.

After a moment, the crying gradually stopped, and her tense body slowly calmed down. She was like Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, but her prince shouldn't be me. I gently stroked her innocent sleeping face with reluctance, but felt a sense of relief.

Goodbye, my Jiarong... After

the final chapter

, I never visited again. I thought it was all over, but it wasn't. I noticed that my senior often secretly watched me during class. She still didn't dare let me get close to her, but she liked to watch me from afar. I stopped attending classes and dropped multimedia. Then, my senior started auditing my required analog circuits course. She always sat in the last row, and every time I turned around, we met eyes.

She wasn't there to learn; she was there to spy on me. The amazing thing was, she answered every question the professor asked. Books must be from Mars… Okay, that's not the point.

I don't know why the final instruction failed, or why my senior was acting so strangely. My classmates noticed her odd behavior and kept questioning me privately. I decided to hypnotize her again, deeply and repeatedly, to bring her back to normal. One Friday, after the last class, I went to her lab again.

"Jiarong, you can't move now. I need you to look closely at my eyes." Unexpectedly, she wasn't affected. Instead, she seemed to understand something, giving me a "I knew it" look. I was shocked. Was karma coming so fast? I frantically tried to figure out how to turn the page without being too stiff. Unexpectedly, my senior sister wasn't angry or panicked, nor was she afraid of me like before. She leaned back comfortably in her chair, gesturing for me to sit down as well. I had no choice but to sit down with her.

"Junior, listen to me. I vaguely sense that there's another me, whose name is also 'Jia Rong.'

'Jia Rong' calls you 'Master,' and she listens to everything you say. When you call her name, she's willing to do anything for you. And then...you always do...bad things to her..." When my senior sister mentioned 'Jia Rong,' she spoke as indifferently as if she were talking about a complete stranger. What's wrong with my senior sister now? I have no idea what effect the hypnosis has had. Now I'm more worried about her than about myself.

"'Jia Rong' sometimes appears in my dreams, happily telling me about her and her master. But in the last two weeks, 'Jia Rong' has been crying, saying that her master abandoned her, that her master doesn't want Jia Rong anymore, that Jia Rong misses her master so much..." My senior sister gradually became sad, her eyes turning red. Suddenly, she looked up at me.

"Tell me, 'Jia Rong' is me, right? Those things really happened, didn't they?" I didn't know how to answer for a moment, but silence was an admission. With my senior's intelligence, she must know the truth. She lowered her head helplessly, her hands clasped nervously. I couldn't see her expression. Then came an awkward silence, so quiet I could hear my own breathing. I didn't know how to face her. This wasn't something an apology could solve.

However, when my senior looked up again, I saw the eyes of 'Jia Rong,' which made me even more confused. Which personality was the person in front of me?

"Uh... are you 'Jia Rong'?"

"I'm not, um... I should say, we are the same person. 'Jia Rong' is me, and I am 'Jia Rong.'" "When I understood the truth, I felt... excited. I felt so conflicted, so strange... I also wanted... um, I mean, could I..." My senior's breathing became more and more rapid, and she lowered her head again.

"Call me Master!" I boldly commanded her. It seemed the two personalities had unexpectedly merged; I hoped I wasn't mistaken.

My senior glanced at me shyly, stood up, and then slowly knelt down.

"Master~" she sweetly replied.

"I love you, Master!" A shy yet firm confession; my senior finally truly belonged to me.

I gently kissed her lips, and she responded passionately. This couldn't be a dream, could it?

Then, I asked a very lame question…

"Should I call you Senior or Jia Rong now?"

"Either is fine, Jia Rong, Sister Jia Rong, Senior Jia Rong… or Slave Jia Rong." She deliberately spoke the last sentence quickly and softly, but I still heard it clearly. She seemed like a well-behaved girl, but the more I got to know her, the more mischievous she became.

"Okay, Slave Jia Rong, now take off your clothes."

"Wow, no, Master…"

The lab echoed with heart-pounding moans once more.

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