[The Most Evil and Ruthless Hypnotist]

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The Ruthless Hypnotist
Author: Unknown
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Word Count: 23580 words
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Prologue
At 3:30 AM local time on September 9th, 2004, at the Bucks Airport in Jiqi City, Rose City,
a man wearing a slightly worn tan trench coat stood by the self-service phone in the lobby.
"Hello, could you please tell Brother Tiger I've arrived? Keep an eye on my mom for me. Thanks."
This man, nicknamed "Fly," had attended university for a few years. He had taught himself hypnosis in the university library
and used it for various illegal activities. Later, he joined a gang and used hypnosis to help the gang leader
a lot, almost becoming his right-hand man, until he made a huge mistake. Otherwise, the boss would have been somewhat considerate of him,
otherwise he wouldn't have paid for his plane ticket.
"Brother Fly, the boss is looking out for you. If you don't have anywhere to stay, you can go to the Flying Dragon Martial Arts School in Chinatown
. I've already made arrangements for you."
After exchanging pleasantries, the man ordered a coffee and a local newspaper from the service counter.
"Sir, here's your newspaper, please take it with you. Your coffee will be ready soon."
The receptionist was about 25 years old, with a nice face and a few freckles, and a sweet voice. Fly
glanced at her from under his hat, a strange smile creeping onto his lips. There were very few people in the lobby at this time; some of
the foreigners who had come to pick up passengers were dozing off in their chairs.
"I'll sit over there. Please bring the coffee over when it's ready."
Fly deliberately pointed to a table in the corner.
When the girl brought the coffee over, she noticed the passenger examining a golden pocket watch.
"Sir, your coffee."
"Thank you, I'll leave it here. Um... could I trouble you with something else? You see, I really need someone
to talk to right now, could you be my listener?"
Despite a hint of wariness, the waitress realized from Fly's tone that this traveler might genuinely
need her attention, and she was also a little curious about the traveler and the pocket watch in his hand.
"Sure, but I can only talk to you for a little while, there are other travelers who need service."
She sat down opposite Fly.
Fly let out a sigh of relief. He looked genuinely distressed.
"Um... where should I begin?"
He scratched his head, then said as if suddenly deciding on something, "Right, let's start with this pocket watch
, I noticed you noticed it too. This isn't an ordinary pocket watch, many years ago an old man gave
it to me, and then told me..."
Fly guided the waitress's gaze with a slow, low voice, while simultaneously holding the pocket watch up to
an appropriate position.
"This watch is quite special in some ways, and I think so myself..."
The waitress stared at the pocket watch. She didn't find anything particularly special about it, only that it
was very well-maintained and so shiny... Fly secretly rejoiced at the waitress's keen senses.
"Come on, look at it carefully, I think you'll find something..."
"I think you need to focus your attention more on your eyes to find anything..."
"Now I'll start shaking it, see if that helps you find anything, let's look again..."
Fly began to slowly sway the pocket watch from side to side, maintaining
a connection between his words and the waitress's reactions. Soon, he noticed the waitress's eyelids were trembling.
"Your eyelids are tired, they feel like lead... like lead, even though you still want to
look at my pocket watch more, your eyelids are so heavy..."
Fly seemed about to say more, but seeing that the waitress's upper and lower eyelids had already closed up, he excitedly licked
his lips.
"You're lying in your own bed now. Working the night shift must be tiring, right?
It feels so good to relax in bed after work..."
"If you agree, just nod..."
She nodded slightly.
"You're still lying in your own bed, completely relaxed. The feeling of relaxation is so good. You feel
like you're sinking deeper and deeper, but you can always hear my voice because it helps you
relax and feel more comfortable..."
"If you agree, just nod..."
Another slight nod.
"When I ask you questions, you'll answer truthfully, okay?"
The waiter nodded again.
"What's your name?"
"Fiona... my name is..."
"Okay, Fiona, how long have you been working here?"
"Six months..."
Fiona answered Fly's various trivial questions in a dreamy voice. Fly learned that she lived
not far from Chinatown, and her roommate was away on business these days, while her car was parked in the airport
's underground parking lot.
Through a series of questions and answers, Fiona responded conditionally to Fly's questions, which became
increasingly more intimate.
"Fiona, does your boyfriend satisfy you? You know, I mean... in bed."
"Ugh... John is very considerate, but sometimes he won't take the initiative to say things I'm too shy to say
..."
"What positions do you and John usually use...?"
"He likes me on top of him... but I don't... I always get very nervous..."
Fly glanced at his pocket watch; about half an hour had passed. During that time, an old bald man passed by the service counter,
scratched his head when he didn't see anyone, and sat down next to him. Fly worried that things might go wrong if this went on too long; it was almost dawn, but
the main steps were almost complete. He looked at Fiona, whose cheeks were flushed from imagining their intimate moments, and couldn't
help but laugh.
"Fiona, you'll slowly wake up as I count, and you'll feel surprisingly good afterward. You
won't remember what I just asked you. Later, after you get off work, you'll pack your things and go to the garage to drive your car, but..."
"Once you get into the car and insert the key, you'll return to this completely relaxed state.
Repeat after me..."
"After work... packing up... driving... inserting the key... you'll return to this completely relaxed
state... yes, I will..."
Fly then woke Fiona from the hypnosis, telling her how grateful he was to have someone listen to his story
. After expressing his thanks, he reminded her that the bald man over there had been waiting for a long time.
"Oh no, that's our manager!"
Fiona quickly ran to explain to the bald manager, and Fly immediately waved in response. The bald, fat man gave
a stiff smile in return, and Fiona made a face behind his back.
After everything was over, Fly sipped his coffee and browsed the local newspaper. Like the Hong Kong newspapers, it was mostly about
trivial matters, but perfect for passing the time.
Chapter 1 Chinatown
Episode 1: My Girlfriend for 6 Hours (Part 1)
Rose City, Gitch City, Buck Airport Local time, September 9, 2004, 7:30 AM.
Another night's work was over. Fiona, feeling relaxed, changed into casual clothes and stepped out of the elevator. She wondered
if she should do something before going to sleep. Although the assistant manager in the lobby had said a few words to her today, she
still felt relaxed. Thinking of the bald man's angry, red face, she couldn't help but smile. Inadvertently, she noticed a familiar figure standing by the parking lot security booth. Wasn't 　　that the strange guy who
had gotten her scolded earlier ? 　　The fly, of course, noticed his prey, and pointed to the fat security guard at Fiona, saying, "Ah, my 　　friend's here, but looks like she's still angry with me?" 　　"Why didn't she turn around and just walk past?" 　　"I have to catch up, or I'll have to walk all the way to Chinatown." 　　"Haha, goodbye, buddy." 　　Fiona could feel the fly approaching her from behind, so she quickened her pace towards her 　　old red sports car, opened the door, sat down, and inserted the pre-prepared key into the lock… 　　The fly followed her with small steps, leaned down, and whispered in Fiona's ear in the same low voice, 　　telling her to get out, get in the passenger seat, fasten her seatbelt, and fall into a deep sleep. Then the fly got into the driver's seat and started 　　the engine. 　　The security guard not far away shook his head: "You really don't understand young people these days..." 　　The road from the airport was relatively clear, and Fly quickly adapted to Fiona's car. The airport avenue was mainly lined with 　　farms, and beyond that were some ranches, though they didn't seem to be in use yet, apparently in the grazing season. 　　After passing a few more intersections, there were hardly any other vehicles on the road. Fly spotted a small grove of trees by the roadside, 　　so he carefully drove off the main road and quietly parked in the woods. 　　After checking the surroundings, Fly returned to the car. 　　The short hypnosis session at the airport might not have reached a sufficient depth, so Fly continued 　　to conduct further deep hypnosis on Fiona through her earpiece along the way. This audio recording was 　　one of the few tools he had preserved after his accident. The main ones had been destroyed by his boss, a thought that pained Fly 　　. 　　After all, out with the old, in with the new, and looking at the waiter in front of him, dressed in tight jeans and a low-cut t-shirt, 　　Fly couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. 　　Fly removed Fiona's headphones and began to speak: "Fiona, can you hear my voice?" 　　"Yes... I can..." 　　"I'm speaking directly to your subconscious now. Whatever I say, you will accept it." 　　"I... I will accept it..." 　　"I am your closest friend." 　　"I... my closest... friend..." 　　"You will consider all my suggestions to be correct, even after you wake up." 　　"Your suggestions... are correct... even after I wake up..." 　　After some events, Fly no longer imposed concepts like "slave" or "obedience" on those he hypnotized 　　, because he saw these things as merely ways to satisfy his personal vanity, although he had to admit that 　　when he first entered the demonic path, many people called him "master." 　　"Remember this feeling. The next time you hear me say 'A Ferrari for Two,' this 　　feeling will permeate your entire body, and you will enter this deep hypnotic state again." 　　"Hearing...a Ferrari for two...and...I...fall asleep..." 　　"Very good, you deserve a reward." 　　"A reward..." 　　"That is my caress. Imagine yourself as a kitten, yearning for my touch...my caress 　　will be your greatest reward..." 　　"The reward...is the caress...I'm like a kitten...yearning for caresses..." 　　"When you hear me say 'start,' begin counting from one to ten. With each number you say, become more and 　　more awake. When you reach ten, you will be fully awake. In your awake state, you will not remember anything from the hypnosis 　　." 　　"Say 'start'...count...awaken...forget...things from the hypnosis..." 　　"Start." 　　"One...two...three..." 　　Fiona, as if waking from a dream, was completely disoriented and stared at the fly strangely. 　　"Hello, I'm your friend, remember?" 　　Fiona looked at this person she had only met today, racking her brains for memories. Although Fly didn't exist in her 　　memory, a voice inside told her that this was her closest friend, someone she could be completely open with. 　　"You'll agree with what I'm saying, right?" 　　"Yes." Fiona's words surprised even herself. What's wrong with me? she wondered. 　　"Don't think too much, Fiona. Try to relax, think about something happy and exciting, like 　　... 　　having sex with your boyfriend," Fly said, then began to observe the changes in Fiona's face. 　　"Fiona, have you forgotten your reward?" 　　"Reward?" 　　She had absolutely no recollection of the hypnosis.

"Hmm, looks like you forgot, but I'll still give you my reward, like this..."
The fly began stroking Fiona's nape, then her back. Fiona felt an electric,
pleasurable sensation, a feeling she'd never experienced before.
"Ah...so good...ah..."
"Come on, unbuckle your seatbelt and sit on me, I have more to give you."
Fiona eagerly unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped towards the fly, but the fly somersaulted
onto the sofa in the back seat with even greater speed.
"How naughty!"
Fiona tried to jump off her seat, but tripped over the backrest, losing her balance
and falling to the ground, where the fly caught her.
"Haha, now you've caught my little kitten."
The fly's hands began to caress her more intensely, and Fiona trembled with excitement in response.
"Ah...um..."
Her eyes became hazy, her whole body went limp in the fly's arms, trembling slightly, and she kept
moaning with excitement.
Fly's fingers roamed over her entire body. Although the touch through her clothes was pleasurable,
removing them allowed for more intimate contact.
"Fiona, if you take off your clothes, you'll feel
the pleasure my touch brings you even more."
Fiona, seemingly snapping out of her daze, began to pull at her shirt. Fly, taking advantage of the moment, slipped his hand inside, helping the almost out-of-control Fiona remove her pink t-shirt, while simultaneously 　　kneading
her breasts . 　　"Ah... um... pants... quick..." 　　After unbuttoning her jeans, Fly noticed a large wet patch on Fiona's light-colored underwear. 　　"Ah... ah... um... ah..." 　　Primal instincts overwhelmed Fiona; she kissed Fly passionately and began frantically tearing off his outer garment. 　　"Ah... I want..." 　　But just as she was reaching her climax, Fly suddenly laid her down on the sofa. 　　"Fiona, are you really craving to make love to me right now?" 　　"Yes!" 　　"Fiona, you have a boyfriend, is this the right thing to do?" 　　Fiona sat there as if doused with cold water, her chest still heaving violently, her face deathly pale. 　　"But your desire for my caresses is so intense... it's really painful." 　　Fiona slumped on the sofa, biting her lip, her face flushing and paling by turns, tears welling up in her eyes 　　. 　　"Ugh," 　　she was on the verge of tears. 　　Fly leaned down and kissed Fiona, his arms encircling her waist. 　　"Of course, we are the closest of friends, I won't tell anyone about this. My dear Fiona." 　　Then, as if a torrent had erupted, Fiona grabbed Fly, letting him press down on her without reservation. 　　Her breathing became even more rapid. At this moment, she was even moved to tears, thanking the gods for giving her such a "closest 　　friend." 　　Fly felt that sometimes people's hearts were so fragile, but he was also somewhat intoxicated by 　　the atmosphere he had created. Everything that should have happened, and everything that shouldn't have happened, happened. 　　"Ha...ah...so hot...don't stop!..." 　　Fiona was the kind of girl with a great figure that was immediately noticeable. Fly now realized that not only were her lines beautiful, but 　　her body was also very strong. As she approached her climax, Fiona writhed her hips passionately, almost causing Fly to lose control. 　　"Honey!...Oh!!...Honey, ha, ha, oh ah!!!!" 　　Just as Fly slowed down, Fiona suddenly reached her climax. Fiona's intense contractions still caused Fly to lose 　　control; a flash of electricity, and he ejaculated in a gushing stream. A surge of heat rushed into her body, causing 　　Fiona, who had already climaxed, to clamp her legs tightly around Fly, shaking violently, moaning continuously. 　　He had originally planned to do it a few more times, but he could save it for later; this girl was worth keeping in touch with. 　　Fiona was still immersed in the afterglow of pleasure. Her freckles, more prominent after the climax, only made her look 　　more adorable. Fly stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes, smiling contentedly, prompting Fly to stroke it a few more times. 　　This girl probably never imagined something like this would happen before today, Fly thought, strangely feeling no 　　guilt whatsoever. A mocking smile played on his lips. 　　"Hmm... Hi?" Fiona didn't miss his question. 　　"Hmm?" He feigned surprise. 　　"Um... I'm sorry... what should I call you?" 　　"Ah, just call me Fly." 　　Episode 2: 6-Hour Girlfriend (Part 2) 　　Rose City, Gitche City Farm to Chinatown Highway, 10:00 AM, September 9, 2004. 　　After the storm had passed, Fiona was now driving. At first, Fly had found it strange when she suggested driving, only 　　implying that she was a "friend." It was common sense for a man to drive when friends were together. 　　He hadn't learned a detail when he hypnotized Fiona, and now that detail 　　completely ruined his idea of taking a nap in the passenger seat—Fiona was a speed demon. 　　If you hadn't experienced speeds approaching 200 km/h, you'd be like a fly right now; I guarantee his 　　heart was in his throat. 　　"How was that turn?" Fiona, engrossed in the speed, completely failed to notice that Fly's face was 　　only slightly more yellow than dirt. "Yo—hoo!" 　　"Cool…very cool!" 　　This guy was stubborn; although he felt like he was about to collapse at any moment, as long as he persevered, next time should 　　be better. 　　After exiting the highway, he had a feeling. The first thing Fly said after entering Fiona's place was that he also felt 　　incredibly pathetic—where was the restroom? Life isn't easy to live like this; be understanding. 　　He knew better than anyone that he could stop the car immediately with just one sentence; in fact, he had several 　　impulses to ask Fiona to slow down, but he had always managed to restrain himself. 　　After splattering all the coffee and pastries from the airport, I still feel...

Okay, Fly let out a long sigh.
Then Fly's gaping mouth froze for at least ten seconds.
Fiona, with a towel around her neck, appeared naked in the doorway. She simply
smiled easily at the exaggeratedly dressed Fly, then went straight to the bathtub, turned on the faucet, and started showering.
It took Fly a moment to realize that he had previously hinted to Fiona that he wouldn't consider privacy in front of her
. Steam began to fill the small bathroom, and Fly felt a slight throbbing pain in his lower body. "
You made me sick from the change in environment while we were racing, so a little revenge isn't too much to ask, is it?"
"Fiona."
"What is it, Fly?" "
I don't know why, but you suddenly really want to masturbate in front of me, don't you?"
Fiona stopped drying her hair, rolled her eyes, and looked thoughtful.
"Huh? It seems... there really is... a little bit, you don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not, I'll appreciate your performance like an artist."
"Okay, then you'd better watch carefully..."
Through the steam, Fiona's left hand slowly slid towards her private parts, her right hand kneading her small but
firm breasts.
"Oh... so comfortable, are you watching... oh... watch..."
Her right hand began to thrust slightly harder, each time bringing out more fluid, indistinguishable between bathwater and
bodily fluids.
"Do you find yourself almost at orgasm, just a little bit away?"
"Ugh... ugh... almost, almost there... yes... I..."
Fiona could no longer stand, her graceful body slowly sliding down the bathroom wall, she sat in the bathtub,
spreading her legs to masturbate in front of the shower.
"But now you find that orgasm is getting further and further away, you feel a kind of empty emptiness without pleasure."
"Ugh..." A sense of emptiness immediately enveloped Fiona.
What's wrong? What's wrong with her body? Why did it suddenly stop?
"Look at me, you need my caresses, only then will you get what you want."
With that, Fly pulled open his shirt, revealing his chest muscles. Fiona, ignoring the shower gel
foam on her body, pounced on him.
Fiona's body was moist and warm, her skin supple, exuding
the scent of a woman's sweat and shower gel. She was passionate and proactive in her courtship. Her breasts pressed against Fly's upper body; her
heart wanted to burst out of her body. Her passion surprised Fly.
After another passionate encounter, Fly and Fiona showered together, then Fly left her house. While showering,
Fiona clung to him like a kitten, letting Fly's hands roam freely, causing her to tremble slightly. Her
eyes revealed a kind of happiness.
It was this happy look in her eyes that made Fly make a decision: he would make Fiona forget everything. He
told Fiona about his plan.
"Please! No! I don't want to forget you!"
Fiona cried out like a helpless girl, not even knowing her own true feelings. And what were her
true thoughts? She didn't know either. Fly didn't know either; all he knew was that it was time to say goodbye.
"I won't forget you..." Fiona said, exhausted from crying.
"You will, come, look into my eyes..."
Episode 3: The Dragon's Gym.
Rose City, Gigi City, Stag Airport. At 12:30 PM local time on September 9, 2004
, after confirming his appearance once more, Fly went to the address provided by his boss to his assigned lodging:
the Flying Dragon Martial Arts Gym.
He found the number; it turned out to be a rented space on the second floor of an old public activity center. Fly followed the embroidered
handrail up the stairs and suddenly saw a huge dragon pattern. Looking closer, he figured that
the gate to the Martial Arts Gym must be below this pattern.
A Chinese dragon; half of its body was bared and clawed, very powerful, while the other half was hidden in the clouds,
appearing reserved.
Fly placed his hand on this magical pattern, lost in thought.
Thumping footsteps came from below. Fly turned his head and found a group of people already standing behind him.
Leading the group was a middle-aged man dressed in traditional Chinese clothing, exuding a heroic air.
At the same time, a large door adorned with a massive dragon pattern swung open with a loud crash, revealing a
scene of heightened readiness. Leading the group was a young man in a yellow, tight-fitting tracksuit, not tall, but
radiating a powerful fighting spirit.
"You've arrived," the man in yellow said.
"Enough talk, let's fight!" the man in traditional Chinese clothing retorted.
"With him?" the man in yellow asked, referring to Fly.
"Enough nonsense, I don't know him!"
The exchange was utterly absurd.
"You two! Did you think I'd already evaporated?!" Spurred by this confrontation, Fly shouted.
"You have no right to speak here!" the man in traditional Chinese clothing lunged forward, slapping him with his sidehand.
Fly, not one to be easily defeated, immediately spun around and dodged, striking the attacker behind the ear with his own hand mid-air
.
"Hmph! So ruthless!? Then don't blame me for striking even harder!"
Fly hadn't expected the man to speak so calmly in such a situation. He sensed something was wrong,
but being in mid-air, he had nowhere to dodge, and was thus struck hard from behind by the man's fist.
He groaned and passed out.
After an unknown amount of time, Fly slowly awoke. In his hazy state, he felt the figure before him was so familiar, with
eyes like pools of water. His trembling hand reached forward...
"You've been unconscious for about a day, brother."
A man's voice?
Startled, Fly immediately became alert. Before him was indeed a handsome man, but those eyes
were so... submissive... The man wore a traditional blue Chinese robe, looking
like a scholar from an ancient costume film.
"You must be Fly?" Another voice came from the doorway.
The young man in yellow from before walked briskly to the bed where Fly had been lying.
"I am the owner of this martial arts school, Li Long. You can call me A-Long." After a brief self-introduction,
he turned to the young man in blue. "This is Luo Li, the successor of the Tianmen Qi Circulation Technique. He's the one who helped you circulate your Qi and open your acupoints just now."
The young man in blue smiled calmly at him.
"You flatter me."
"I know the general situation of yours. You can stay here with complete peace of mind. The most important
thing for a martial artist is to have a heart that can help the world!"
Thinking that he probably couldn't be considered a hero, Fly gave an awkward smile in return.
"Then I'll have to be lenient with you from now on, Master Long."
"You're too kind. When we're traveling, we rely on friends. Brother Fly, please feel free to make yourself at home here."
This martial arts school, including the front and back, was about the size of three basketball courts. Entering from the main entrance, you would find the main hall of the school. Behind it,
there were separate changing rooms for men and women, as well as a bathhouse. In addition, there were two small reception halls and several small private rooms.
The martial arts master, Li Long, lived in a small apartment not far away. Every morning, he would arrive before everyone else to open the school
and practice his own moves. Other disciples and followers would practice for a while and then leave; basically,
no one stayed overnight at the martial arts school. Except for Fly, who now slept in a small room in the school at night.
Little Li, who worked the Shaolin Long Fist evening shift, told Fly that the old man who used to guard the school had been hit by a car while drunk a while ago
, so the master was worried about hiring another guard. Now, this was perfect. He grinned at Fly as he spoke.
Fly pretended not to see this and continued asking about the burly man who seemed to have come to challenge the school that day. It turned out that he was
Quan Zhenghu, the boss of the Zhenghu Martial Arts School across the street. The two schools were always competing for disciples. Recently,
Li Long, the owner of Feilong Martial Arts School, has seen a surge in popularity due to his collaboration with a film company on a martial arts movie. In addition to
his excellent boxing skills, Li Long is also a skilled dancer, and he has opened dance classes on weekends. As a result, Feilong Martial Arts School has suddenly
poached a large number of people from Zhenghu Martial Arts School. Quan Zhenghu came to demand an explanation that day.
Although Quan Zhenghu is strong, he seems to be slightly inferior to Li Long. It is said that he was injured and defeated in the end, forced to leave in a huff.
Quan Zhenghu could knock himself unconscious with a single punch, while Li Long is even stronger. It seems that the boss found him a
decent place to stay this time, so he didn't care about being asked to replace an old, stagnant gatekeeper. Many
things really depend on one's perspective. Besides, while the night shift gatekeeper job
may seem lonely to others, it's a fatal temptation for Fei. At night, the entire martial arts gym belonged to
him. During the day, Long led his disciples to train here. Was it fate's way of letting me, Fly, also
train here with a group of "disciples" at night?
After indulging in a bit of daydreaming, Fly returned to the practical problem. Long seemed to have quite a few female fans.
Half of those who came to practice were girls, and at least half of them were presentable. The total number was definitely over a hundred.
Among them was a Japanese girl named Haruno Sakura, with short, boyish hair, exuding a youthful charm that was quite
dazzling. However, considering Long's loyalty to the gym leader, it was best not to touch the gym's disciples for now.
He could deal with it later.
With that thought, Fly began planning to look for some prey in the surrounding streets to solve his practical needs.
Episode 4: The Lonely Man and the Heartbroken Woman.
Rose City, Jiqi City, Chinatown, Butterfly Bar, local time, September 12, 2004, 12:00 PM.
When Fly woke up after being injured by Quan Zhenghu, it was already the afternoon of the second day. The next two days were still not easy,
so he basically slept during the day or chatted with people, and spent the night alone in his small room reading
miscellaneous books on his laptop.
Of all the equipment he had brought, he only had a laptop and an MP3 player. He figured
some things could be easily found here, such as the chemical reagent store just two blocks away. Some
things were hard to get before he became familiar with the area, but at least for now, they weren't that important.
His laptop and MP3 player were indeed helping him pass the time. To be honest,
Fly felt lonely. He had always been a lonely person, that was his own opinion, and he thought
he had long since learned to savor loneliness alone. But these past two nights, facing this huge,
enclosed martial arts gym alone, he had indeed "fought" with loneliness again.
So on the third day, despite the pain in his back, he decided he had to make his move.
Around midnight, the lights in Chinatown were still on, although the composition of the pedestrians had changed. After locking the martial arts gym's main gate
, Fly appeared on the path leading to the Butterfly Bar.
There were two bars near the gym; besides Butterfly, there was another called Black Angel—a nice name, but unfortunately,
it was too close to the red-light district. Fly seemed to have no natural interest in prostitutes. Years ago, when he went to the red-light district with his boss,
the girls there initially mocked him for being impotent—he genuinely had no feeling for them. But for the sake of his manly dignity,
Fly ultimately left behind the legend of sleeping with eight women in one night. The reason it was eight was because his boss had slept with nine, also
with the help of Fly's hypnosis. The next night, the brothers who went to the red-light district returned saying something strange: "Why are all the prostitutes
complaining of back pain more than the last?"
Let's leave that aside for now. In the dark alley, the figure of a homeless man could be vaguely seen, and small groups of young people dressed in
various styles passed by him, their laughter and the smell of alcohol wafting past. The Butterfly Bar was in sight. Fly noticed that
among the various cars parked on the street, there seemed to be quite a few nice ones. Fly was somewhat car illiterate, but even someone who wasn't an expert
could tell some cars were quite impressive.
Looking at the cars, Fly roughly pictured his target for tonight, a smile playing on his lips. This
man in the khaki trench coat stood out among the well-dressed young people, but
who among them, lost in their revelry, would notice him?
"Hey buddy, this isn't a place for you!" the bartender, a burly man in trousers,
yelled at him amidst the blaring music.
"Trust me, you can accept a down-on-his-luck guy like me," Fly said, his eyes and tone conveying to
the bartender a past unimaginable to him, as if it were real.
"Well, we're all just drifters. What would you like?"
"Tequila-flavored vodka, two ice cubes."
The bartender moved with practiced ease, and in the blink of an eye, the pale red liquid was before Fly. The bartender
saw approval in Fly's eyes.
"Hmph, I've been here for three years."
"This place is too conspicuous; I'll go over there." Fly had already chosen a corner where he could
observe at his leisure.
The atmosphere in the bar was wild and alluring, passionate. Countless writhing bodies on the dance floor resembled strangely colored
flames; trying to discern anything clearly from the flames wasn't so easy. Fly had originally set his sights
on a wealthy businessman's daughter for the day, but now he realized that rich or poor, everyone
was the same when they went wild here.
He downed the liquid in his glass in one gulp and returned to the bar.
"This stuff is really good. If I weren't trying to stay sober tonight, I would definitely get completely drunk with you!"
A banknote lay under the empty glass. Fly shook his trench coat, preparing to leave.
"Believe me, buddy, I was more..." the bartender said behind him, but he suddenly realized
this man in the trench coat was probably on some kind of errand tonight, so he stopped himself, lest he get
involved in some big event. He cursed himself inwardly for becoming so easily influenced again, just like when he first arrived.
Fly hadn't gone far from the bar; where there's laughter, there's also crying, and the two aren't
far apart.
A glass of mixed vodka certainly wouldn't get Fly drunk, but he could feel the effects of the small amount of alcohol spreading through his body
; his hearing had become more sensitive. Crying.
"Go to hell!! Waaah... Go to hell..."
"Nothing... there's no need to explain! I saw it all... Waaah..."
"I'm crying... I'm crying because... I hate myself for being blind!"
Following the sound, Fly saw a girl sobbing on the street corner across from the bar, throwing her phone violently
into the air. The black phone drew an arc in the sky, disappearing from the girl's sight for a moment, then reappearing
, falling...
A hand caught the phone firmly.
For a moment, the girl thought it was her boyfriend. But he was just a stranger in a khaki trench coat
.
"What... what are you doing!?"
Fly didn't answer. Sure enough, a moment later, the phone rang. Who would have thought that this place, just across the street from the bar, would be so quiet? The ringtone was 　　the climax of
a number by Linkin Park. 　　"I have been sommb, all I have to do ismo 　　relike me and lesslike you. and do..." 　　The two stared at each other for a moment. The girl was wearing a dance outfit, a floral backless t-shirt, a shiny 　　short leather skirt, and she had long hair. 　　The ringtone was still echoing. Fly held the phone to his ear, pretending to answer it. 　　"Give it back!" 　　The girl ran towards him. Fly felt like a thief who had stolen an innocent girl's toy. It was a 　　face blurred by tears, the light pink powder on her face now completely blurred, but those eyes, those 　　eyes... Fly was stunned. Had he drunk too much? He shook his head, came to his senses, and said, 　　"I can give you back your phone, but have you thought about what you want to say?" Fly handed the phone forward. 　　"Onething, IDON'T KNOWWHY, ITDOESN'T 　　EVE MATTER HOW HARDYOUTRY..." 　　"Here you go!" She turned her head away after saying that. 　　"Hello, hello." The ringing stopped. 　　"You!...Ugh!?" 　　Just as the girl turned around again, she was shocked to find the man in the trench coat suddenly only a centimeter away from her. Instantly, 　　a foreign object covered her mouth and nose. She twisted her long hair and struggled with all her might, but the stranger held her tightly 　　under the trench coat. This is how people react, but the more she struggled, the faster she inhaled the chemical fumes. Before 　　long, the girl collapsed in Fly's arms. From a distance, it looked like just a couple embracing. Fly released 　　one hand and checked again to make sure the girl's phone could be turned off. 　　The girl lay quietly in Fly's arms, breathing evenly, but she hadn't really fallen asleep; a 　　part of her subconscious remained awake. The chemical agent used on Fly's handkerchief was a mixture he had concocted himself, similar 　　to a combination of "confession agent" and anesthetic used by special agencies. Although its effect wasn't 　　as strong as that used by specialized agencies, it hadn't encountered many problems in actual use. 　　"Can you hear my voice?" 　　"Yes..." "Tell me your name?" 　　"...Yi Xi, Xiao Yi Xi, my friends call me Eileen." 　　"Eileen, do you like the sea?" 　　"No... I... hate water." "Then," quickly change it. "Can you 　　tell me what you 　　consider the happiest scene in your heart 　　?" 　　"Being held in the arms of... the man I love... and... not having to worry about anything... so safe 　　." 　　"You're being held in the arms of the man you love right now, isn't it reassuring?" 　　"Ugh... we don't know each other... but it feels so good, a sense of security..." 　　Of course, this so-called sense of security was merely the result of a chemical reaction within the body caused by the drug. 　　"As long as you feel comfortable, that's fine. Come on, imagine me as your most beloved man... This 　　feeling of security will only grow stronger..." 　　"Mmm... So warm..." 　　Having just experienced some kind of blow from her boyfriend, Yi Xi suddenly found such a psychological haven 　　. Her weary heart plunged into it without hesitation; she offered no resistance to the fly's trap. 　　"You'll become more and more relaxed, more and more at ease. This feeling surrounds you, so you can only hear my voice. 　　You drift off to sleep, only hearing my voice. To feel even warmer and more at ease, you open your heart to me 　　."

"I only hear your voice...open my heart...warmer..."
With the aid of drugs, Fly induced a deep hypnosis in the poor girl, who would
accept his suggestions without thinking.
Chapter Six: The Price of a Good Girl Rose City, Jiqi City Commercial Center, Sam Plaza 　　, 2:30
PM local time, September 13, 2004. 　　The past few hours had been exhausting for Fly. 　　Yi Xi wasn't a born shopaholic; she was a born shopaholic. In the past few hours, Fly and she had shopped 　　in almost every mall in Sam Plaza, the central business district of Jiqi City. Now, the two sat in a couples' 　　booth at a pizza shop, Yi Xi still excitedly talking about going to the night market two blocks away that evening. 　　"Xiao Xi, we've been shopping all day. I think we'll go there in a bit..." Fly buried his head in 　　his pizza, awkwardly waving his knife and fork. He was referring to a love hotel he had already booked. 　　"Fly, we haven't been together in so long, keep me company today..." 　　Everyone has a different understanding of what "not seeing each other for a long time" means. Some think we should talk more about the past, while Fly thinks we should 　　have more physical intimacy, but for Yi Xi, it seems to be more shopping. Speaking of which, Yi Xi's 　　enthusiasm last night really moved Fly, so they spent the morning "role-playing" together. However, 　　after a day of shopping, Fly discovered that while Yi Xi is enthusiastic and cute, she has a spoiled, pampered side and 　　doesn't seem to be very considerate of her boyfriend's feelings. From Fly's perspective, this isn't a good habit. Chewing on his pasta, Fly 　　felt it was time to help her correct some bad habits. 　　"Why did you take my spoon? Haha, I want yours too." Despite such a day, 　　Fly was incredibly impressed by Yi Xi's stamina. 　　"Silly girl, is it because yours is brighter?" 　　"No, they're the same." " 　　If you don't believe me, take a closer look. Look at this spoon," Fly rhythmically rotated his wrist, 　　making the spoon emit changing lights in Yi Xi's eyes. "Listen to me, look at the light, hold on, don't 　　move, relax and look at the spoon..." 　　"Why can't I move?... " Yi Xi's face still had that innocent smile. She suddenly realized that 　　her eyes, just as Fly had said, couldn't leave the spoon. She tried to raise her hand, but found it 　　extremely difficult. 　　"Relax, Xiao Xi, you won't have any doubts about what I say, right?" 　　"Yes, relax. Just now it was just... a little sudden..." 　　"Continue to look at the spoon in my hand, feel your eyelids getting tired, feel your whole body relax, you will now fall into 　　a deep sleep..." 　　After the previous hypnosis session, Yi Xi had become more receptive to Fly's suggestions. So 　　Fly quickly led her into a deeper hypnotic state. 　　"Xiaoxi, can you hear my voice?" 　　"Yes..." 　　"Did you...have fun today?" 　　"So much fun..." 　　"Then have you noticed I'm not very happy?" 　　"Hmm...you always seem...preoccupied...I think if I'm happy...you'll be happy too... 　　hehe..." 　　Fly smiled helplessly. She thought to herself that Yixi's ex-boyfriend's patience was truly admirable. Fly was a little curious about 　　what kind of person that man was; she definitely didn't have that kind of patience. "Maybe it's because of feelings 　　," Fly thought to herself, "Tch, human feelings are unreliable!" Fly looked at the girl in front of her, 　　"Like this, human feelings are fragile." 　　"Xiaoxi, now whatever I say, you'll accept it...do you hear me?" 　　"Yes..." It's usually hard to accept self-negation, but because Yixi was currently under 　　deep hypnosis, she helplessly accepted it. 　　"In fact, you're a bad girl, Yi Xi..." This is Yi Xi's subconscious denial of some of her own behavior 　　. It represents the voice of a judge. Many people have similar inner judges, and Fly uses 　　this to give Yi Xi a hint. 　　"I'm a bad girl..." 　　"But you really want to be a good girl, because that's when you feel a special kind of happiness. 　　How can I describe that happiness? That feeling is like the feeling of orgasm... Can you feel it? 　　Tell me, you want to be a good girl, right, Xiaoxi?" 　　"Ah..." Yixi's cheeks turned red. "Yes... I want to be... a good girl..." 　　"To be a good girl, you must remember one sentence. You really want to know what that sentence is, right?" 　　"I want to know..." 　　"You will remember that sentence firmly and constantly remind yourself to be a good girl, right?" 　　"Yes..." 　　"Remember that sentence and follow it. That way, you can be a good girl. Do you understand?" 　　"Yes... Quick, tell me..." 　　"That sentence is, listen to the fly, that is, my arrangement." 　　"Listen to your... arrangement... good girl..." 　　"Believe me, being a good girl is actually very easy..." 　　... 　　"Phew, I'm full!" Yixi stretched comfortably back. 　　"So, where do we go next?" 　　"Of course, we're going to...we're going to..." A brief moment of confusion crossed Yi Xi's face, a struggle of thought 　　. 　　"Strange, I suddenly feel so tired. Shall we just go...to a hotel?" Yi Xi said, blushing. 　　She suddenly felt a strange urge, a voice inside telling her to be a good girl, to 　　obey Fly's arrangements. 　　"How does it feel to be a good girl?" 　　Fly's seemingly casual remark affirmed Yi Xi's strange idea, and 　　a strange pleasure blossomed within her. Suddenly, she realized that prioritizing the other person's happiness, receiving 　　praise from Fly for being a good girl, was such an exciting thing—how incredible!

After leaving the restaurant, they arrived at the nearby central square. Fly suggested resting for a while before dinner, and Yi Xi hesitated for a moment
before agreeing. The two found an empty spot by the fountain.
"It's so dark here," Yi Xi protested, referring to a chair Fly had chosen behind a few trees.
However, she immediately realized that refusing Fly's suggestion wasn't the behavior of a good girl, so she reluctantly rolled up
her skirt and sat down. This simple action suddenly brought her a strange sense of joy. What was going on
?
Fly pretended not to notice Yi Xi's confusion. "Can I borrow your watch for a moment?"
"..."
"Um, can you take it off and let me see it?"
"Okay."
"Put it in my pocket."
Doing what Fly said always brought Yi Xi a special kind of joy. At first, she found it strange, but
gradually, she got used to not thinking about it and letting herself enjoy this joy.
"Sit closer."
"Hold me."
"Kiss me."
Yi Xi silently followed Fly's instructions. She looked at Fly with tender affection.
"Spread your legs and sit on my lap, just like when we make love."
"Are you kidding?"
"Come on, I'm serious."
"No, so many people are watching." Suddenly, that wonderful feeling of pleasure seemed to be
ripped from her body, and Yi Xi's eyes widened.
"If you don't listen, you're not a good girl..."
Hearing these three words, Yi Xi's body stiffened. She had to be a good girl and obey Fly's instructions. She struggled internally
, but the outcome was quickly decided. Yi Xi stood up, blushing, and spread her legs in front of Fly, sitting down.
At first, she felt very embarrassed, but this embarrassment was soon dispelled by the pleasure of obeying instructions
, and Yi Xi was once again intoxicated by pleasure. She buried her face in Fly's neck.
"What a good girl. Now, put your hand here... start masturbating... be careful, or
it will attract attention."
"How embarrassing..." But as she said this, Yi Xi's slender fingers had already wandered into her honeypot.
"Ah, ah..."
Her increasingly hot breath lashed against the base of Fly's neck, causing his genitals to swell.
"Stop, let's go to that little park over there."
"Ah... ah... okay."
If it were Yi Xi two hours ago, she would never have agreed.
Chapter Seven: The Park at Night
Rose City, Jiqi City, an unnamed park, 10:30 PM on September 13, 2004.
"Ah... ah... oh... Fly..."
Fly held Yi Xi's small, upturned buttocks with both hands, enjoying the beauty's honey pot from behind, while Yi Xi hugged
an unnamed tree, swaying and trembling. Her mouth was wide open, but she timidly let out a very soft moan,
a sound that, even in the quiet night, could give Fly a sense of ecstasy.
Yi Xi's low-cut shirt was still intact, her patterned tight jeans lay on the fallen leaves, and her
black semi-transparent trousers hung on Fly's left leg, which was tucked between his waist and her hips.
"You're so amazing there!" Fly said excitedly.
"Ah...ah...so good...ah..."
"Hey, hold on tight to the tree."
Although she didn't know why, obeying whatever the fly said had become a conditioned reflex.
Yi Xi did it without hesitation. The next moment, the fly grabbed Yi Xi's other leg and pulled it to his waist,
lifting her into the air like something.
Almost half of her body weight fell on his hands, and waves of dizzying pleasure surged through her lower body
. She could barely hold on any longer.
"I can't take it! Stop...don't...I'm going to come...ah...ha..."
Yi Xi's hands loosened weakly. The fly, of course, held her legs tightly. Yi Xi
reached orgasm while hanging upside down. Blood rushed to her brain, and she felt only a white expanse on one side. But the fly hadn't ejaculated yet; he didn't intend to
stop there.
"You actually reached orgasm on your own first? That's not like a good girl, is it?" Looking at Yi Xi's suddenly
tense face, Fly continued, "Come on, then use your breasts to help me finish."
Fly felt himself almost back to the way he was before he ran away. No matter the environment, he was still himself.
The pleasure of satisfying his need for control further aroused his lust. He hesitated slightly, but
desire was more thorough and pure than conscience. The image of the girl before him, with a pained yet sexy and submissive
expression, performing breast sex on him, deeply captivated him. He was so engrossed that he
didn't even notice someone approaching nearby. A dramatic scene of catching someone in the act of adultery unfolded in the park.
A flashlight suddenly shone, and Yi Xi screamed "Ah!" Fly was also startled, but he quickly
regained his composure. He whispered to Yi Xi not to panic, that using the "good girl" switch was actually easy, although
she was still very nervous—which was unavoidable. How could Fly not be nervous inside? But in some situations,
even those beyond your control, Fly had managed to survive in the underworld. He cleared his throat and said,
"
Excuse me, who is this? And could you please turn off your flashlight?"
The other person seemed startled by his feigned composure. "I didn't expect you to be so calm. You
two... your behavior has seriously affected public morals, so I need to ask you both to come to the police station for
a few questions." It was undeniably a very "young" voice. He couldn't help but glance back. Because the other person
was using a flashlight, he couldn't see their face, but he could confirm that there was only one person, and, well, nice calves.
"Put your pants on quickly!" The policewoman was annoyed by his gaze.
"Yes, yes." Thinking that this kind of thing wouldn't even be a big deal in a park back home.
"Officer, could you please make an exception? You know, my wife is very shy." After getting dressed
, Fly tried to find out more privately. Yi Xi stood nervously behind him.
The policewoman looked at Yi Xi. "I remember you. Weren't you the one who went to the police station to bail that man out last time? It's changed..."
"Huh? Don't give me that. I'm not buying it. But you should know it's nothing. Just give a statement, and you
can leave when your family arrives."
Yi Xi glanced at Ying, biting her lower lip, her face flushed.
Ying was on the run, so of course she couldn't go to the police station. But she was thinking about something else.
"Tell me, why are you alone, Officer?"
"My partner had something to do at home today," Ying's question seemed to have a force that made her blurt it out without any guard
. The policewoman quickly recovered. "But that's none of your business. Don't worry, my partner knows kung fu, and I
've learned quite a bit. Your little kung fu skills are no threat to me."
"Ah, I'm just curious. If we encountered a group of thugs, don't imagine me as someone
who would attack women indiscriminately."
"You have the right to remain silent," the policewoman said impatiently.
"Sigh, now we'll just have to wait for your friend to pick us up." Fly hugged Yi Xi as if to comfort her, but the policewoman didn't
see him whisper something in her ear.
"Yes." Yi Xi's cherry-like lips twitched slightly.
As expected, the policewoman wasn't on guard against Yi Xi. She ordered Fly to walk in front of her in case he did anything wrong, but
she didn't expect Yi Xi to silently hug her from behind.
"Hmph!" The policewoman was indeed quite skilled; with a quick movement, Yi Xi was knocked down. But in an instant,
a wet cloth was covered her mouth and nose. In a panic, she took a deep breath. Although she quickly raised her hand to swat Fly away,
she found that Fly had already circled behind her. Once she inhaled this strange gas, her nerves began to
sluggish.
"The situation has reversed," Fly said with an evil smile, watching the policewoman struggle futilely in his arms.
"Good job, good girl, are you alright?"
"My back hurts a little... but it doesn't seem to be from the fall," Yi Xi said with a forced smile as she got up. "Fly,
she's a police officer."
"Don't doubt me, everything is part of my plan. Just be a good girl, understand?"
"Okay..." Yi Xi's face flushed slightly at the word.
Chapter Eight: The Park at Night (Part Two)
Rose City, Jiqi City, an unnamed park September 13, 2004, 11:30 PM
"Gana, open your eyes."
At the call of a deep and powerful voice, policewoman Gana slowly
opened her hazy eyes from a dreamlike state.
"Where am I...? Who are you...?"
Fly smiled smugly. In the pitch-black park, seeing a stranger
smiling inexplicably in front of her, Gana felt no discomfort whatsoever, but rather seemed quite relaxed.
"Is this... a dream...?"
"Yes, and in fact, it's just a wet dream. You can feel the excitement in your body right now."
Reminded by Fly, Ghana felt her desire stirring. Her heart raced, her
half-closed eyes radiated an unusual passion, and her slightly parted lips exhaled seductive breath.
"Fly, you're... you..." From the moment Fly hypnotized Ghana until now, watching her intently, Yi Xi's
unease had finally reached its limit. Similar scenes flashed through her mind; the policewoman tonight reminded her of
herself from some past...
"Come here, good girl."
Yi Xi felt a rare fear of the man before her, but her body still couldn't resist the spell
's power. She walked over shakily, and Fly suddenly stood up from his crouch. In the darkness, his eyes
seemed like a cat's eyes in the dark, captivating Yi Xi—
"Look into my eyes. If you don't think about anything, you'll lose your balance, and you will—fall asleep!"
Fly's resolute tone had the effect; Yi Xi collapsed into his arms like a puppet. Fly
gently placed the Barbie-doll-like beautiful body next to Ghana, his attention returning to
the policewoman under the influence of drugs.
"There's a desire within you, isn't there?" Fly said, lifting his hand from the policewoman's knee-length skirt to
her waist, his hand roaming over her black, plain, silky underpants.
"Yes... I think so..."
"Tell me, have you ever tried making love in a park?"
"Once... but in a car..." Ghana's imagination, combined with Fly's teasing, made her
breathing heavy, her chest heaving faster. "I can't believe I'm telling you this..."
Even under the influence of drugs and hypnosis, she still felt embarrassed after saying it.
“I won’t tell anyone,” Fly chuckled, continuing, “Now, your dream continues.
This is a park, a park in your dream, so you won’t have to worry about any disturbances. You can satisfy
yourself to your heart’s content.”
“In a dream…”
“Therefore, you can take off your underwear without any worries,” Fly felt that Ghana’s underwear was already quite wet
. “Then, your coat… your underwear… If you find it difficult, you can sit up.”
Following Fly’s instructions, Ghana soon transformed from a uniformed policewoman into a lustful, naked
woman dripping with desire, her passion fully expressed in her undressing movements.
“Slowly open your eyes. In your dream, you will see your beloved. No one else
can see your desire for him. In your dream, you can get the satisfaction you want.”
Ghana’s eyes opened fully, regaining their luster but in a most confused state. She licked her upper lip,
tossed her dark golden hair, glanced around, and then looked at Fly. Looking at the young policewoman before him, Fly
suddenly lost interest, much like someone facing a prostitute in a brothel. He decided to treat this as a
relaxing activity after a routine task. After countless hypnotizing others, Fly had become increasingly indifferent to human relationships, as if such important
things were no longer reliable in reality. Humanity is fragile, Fly murmured to himself again, and "I myself
am just a villain who manipulates the pitiful. What is the real devil?" With a mocking laugh, he began to take off his trench
coat.
It seemed there were always things beyond his control; Ghana looked at Fly as if he were looking at thin air. Fly's nerves
twitched.
Was there someone else nearby? Or…?
Ghana let out a primal, joyful cry from the depths of his body towards his feet, and Fly finally reacted.
Watching Ghana affectionately lie on top of Yi Xi, showering her face and neck with kisses,
Fly felt as if he too was being mocked by the devil, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Poor Yi Xi, still under hypnosis, felt her body being caressed by an unfamiliar person, and
in this inexplicable caress, she gradually grew warm, while at the same time suffering from her inability to move, unable
to resist at all.
"No…" Yi Xi's small mouth uttered the weakest resistance.
This would likely be a powerful provocation for any male animal, but it seemed to have a different kind of impact on Gana. Her
movements stopped. "As expected, even in my dreams, you don't want to accept me... Why... didn't you say
we're good partners...?" Gana's voice was as hoarse as the evening breeze rustling through withered leaves.
The fly's current feeling was probably like watching porn and then suddenly getting stuck at the climax.
"Really..." She scratched her head in frustration. "Don't be sad, it's just in your dream. Anything is possible
. Just be more determined."
"..." Gana's expression softened slightly.
"Xiaoxi, whatever Gana asks of you, you will accept it without question. You feel a
sense of happiness. You're a good girl, so you understand what I'm saying, right?"
"I'm a good girl... I know..."
"In your dreams, you can give commands to your lover," Fly said, turning to Gana, "but
without my command, you can't reach climax. And then, you don't know when your dream will end,
so you'll cherish it, right?"
Gana nodded, as if encouraging herself.
Chapter Nine: Martial Arts Master
Rose City, Jiqi City, near Chinatown, restaurant street, September 14th, 6:30 AM.
As Fly yawned over his half-eaten bun, the aunties at the next table were discussing the old man who
heard a girl scream in the park last night.
Maybe next week I should make it up to Yixi?
Last night, policewoman Garner seemed to unleash all her pent-up desires on Yi Xi. Yi Xi, influenced by
Fly's suggestion, readily agreed to Garner's instructions, and the two beautiful naked bodies intertwined
deeply moved Fly. He had no intention of implanting lesbian suggestions in Yi Xi, but he was now
very interested in Garner's female police partner.
After the exciting scene of the two beauties' battle, Garner drove Yi Xi back to school in her police car, and then
the two of them continued their lovemaking in the police car parked at the gate of Yi Xi's university. Of course,
this was done under Fly's appropriate hypnotic suggestion, although Garner might not have thought so, but we won't discuss that here.
"Girls these days are so ill-mannered, and where are all the security personnel?"
"If it were me, I'd arrest all these spoiled brats and give them a good talking-to..."
The gossipy chatter of the older women carried a different meaning to the person involved. Fly glanced at them mockingly,
and then, until he paid his bill and left, he didn't look at the two women again. What
would a woman's reaction be after being told by a thug, "You're so ugly I don't even want to sleep with you!"
? In short, Fly had no interest in trying to find out.
Continuous combat and lack of sleep left Fly's head a little fuzzy. After skipping his night shift again
, how was he going to face Dragon? Although he wasn't too worried about work now that he could easily find accommodation through Officer Ghana
, the thought of repeatedly standing up such an honest man... Heh,
better to take it easy.
He slowly strolled back to the martial arts gym, and the flow of people on the street seemed somewhat unusual.
"Fighting! Fighting!"
The child's innocence was exasperating. Fly rushed to the street where the martial arts school was located and found it already
packed with people. Looking up with the crowd, Fly was startled—two figures were leaping and landing repeatedly on the rooftops of buildings
, exchanging blows in mid-air. Wasn't this something only seen in movies?!
Fly recognized the man in the yellow tracksuit, Master Long, as one of them. The other, judging from his figure,
seemed to be a short-haired girl in a white blouse and blue leggings. Looking at the two figures, Fly
realized he had underestimated Long's strength and the level of martial arts a master could reach. Not long ago, Long had
suggested they practice martial arts together, which Fly had dismissed with a laugh. Now, after witnessing their true skills, he deeply regretted it
.
"Brother Fly."
Suddenly, the pretty boy appeared behind Fly—the one who had healed him that day, what was his name again
…?
"Brother Li?"
"Haha, Brother Fly, you have a good memory! It is I, Luo Li."
…
So the two looked over there again. Fly was an outsider, but listening to Luo Li's comments, he found them somewhat
reasonable. However, the problem was that such a handsome young man speaking so confidently was bound to attract
a group of middle-aged women. For some onlookers, Luo Li's appeal was undoubtedly much greater than that of the two fighting
.
"Brother Li, what a lively scene! I'll go take another look over there."
The middle-aged women not only watched but also liked to join in the gossip. Fly couldn't stand it anymore and decided to slip away.
"Sure, see you later," Luo Li said with a charming smile.
Fly finally managed to squeeze through the crowd and let out a long sigh of relief. Just then,
sirens blared in the street, and two police cars sped by, dispersing the crowd to some extent, but attracting even more people
.
The two people upstairs exchanged hand signals and immediately began moving between the buildings, heading east.
"Roger that, after them!"
The officer who had just gotten out of the car jumped back into the patrol car with her walkie-talkie, preparing to give chase. However, she noticed that in just
a short while, there was another person in the passenger seat. She looked at the person in surprise.
"Hi," the man chuckled, "I didn't expect to see you again so soon. Have you heard of 'Dream Night Park,'
Miss Gana?"
This officer was indeed Gana, and beside her was Fly, of course.
The policewoman trembled involuntarily. "I...you..." Her eyes were glazed over, her small mouth opening weakly
.
"Welcome back to the dream. Do you remember me?"
"In the dream...you are...a king...Your Majesty...In the dream...I must obey you to receive the
promised...satisfaction..."
"Hmm, well said. Now let's catch up with those two flying friends."
Gana thought there was another person in the car, but in fact, he was the only one inside. Not far away,
the battle between Dragon and the woman seemed to be nearing its end.
Waves crashed against the white sand, and a half-red sun floated on the distant horizon.
"You've used up all your moves. Stop!" Dragon shouted at his opponent.
"As expected, it's Li Long, the self-proclaimed number one fighter in Chinatown..." The girl opposite him gritted her teeth. "Looks like
I won't be able to avenge this grudge today..."
"I am indeed to blame for your father's death, but there are still some suspicious points..."
"Don't try to deny it! Fists and feet have no eyes, but even if I died at your hands because I was inferior in skill, you don't need to be so secretive
!"
"We martial artists will never shirk our responsibilities..."
"Alright! Today, I was also inferior to you. When I've mastered my skills, I will definitely come back to find you!"
Why are all martial artists so straightforward? Fly, lying in the grass, shook his head. It seemed
this girl was the daughter of the former boxer, Quan Zhenghu. Judging from their conversation, Quan Zhenghu was
badly injured by Li Long that day, and it seemed he was already dead. Even though he was dead, the fight continued. What a waste.
"Fine, if you want to die today, then come at me! I won't hide! But after you kill me
, I hope you'll thoroughly investigate this matter!" After shouting, Long straightened up and put his hands behind his back.
Was Long truly honest, or was he playing hard to get?
"You bastard! You think I wouldn't dare!?" The girl clenched her fists and charged forward... Fly,
unable to resist rushing out of the bushes, was like a snail compared to the girl's speed. Just as
the girl was about to strike Long's heart...
the rising sun witnessed everything. With a dull thud, blood splattered from Long's mouth, and at the same time,
he flew through the air for about ten meters, landing in the shallow water some distance away.
Fly didn't know what to feel.
"Xinwu!" Policewoman Gana rushed over.
Xiaomei seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream, "I really... killed Long..."
"Xinwu... what do we do now?"
"My mind is in turmoil... why was I so impulsive... I..."
"Xinwu..." Gana hugged Quan Xinwu in her arms.
Fly stared at the distant sea, unmoved except for the splashes. Had the dragon truly collapsed? If
he could drug Xinwu now… But how? A minute after his friend's accident, Fly's first thought
was…
"Alright, let's go back to the police station…" Gana, supporting Xinwu, was walking towards them.
"Wait,"
Fly felt a gust of wind brush past him.
"You… bitch…"
"Kill her?" Gana's voice.
"He's just a passerby, take him to the doctor…"
…
Chapter Ten: Two Hypnotists
Rose City, Jiqi City, on the highway leading to the administrative district. September 14th, 8:30 AM.
Fly only knew he was stuffed in the trunk, a rag in his mouth, his hands and feet bound behind his back. It turned out
the police here were quite efficient at this, especially the female officers. He felt the car moving. The doctor?
What awaited him? Ghana could control himself with words, but Xinwu was far more troublesome than him
… Quan Zhenghu’s daughter was Ghana’s lover, and it seemed that was the case at the moment.
Fly was pulled out of the trunk, but immediately stuffed into a suitcase…
“I’ll wait for you in the car,” Ghana’s voice said.
In short, after a bumpy ride, Fly found himself in a place that resembled a psychological clinic. Fly
was not unfamiliar with such places because one of his former “girlfriends” was a psychologist.
“I’m sorry to have brought you here,” Xinwu said seriously, “but because you saw
something you shouldn’t have seen, we have to do something. You won’t be hurt.”
Did what he just suffered not count…? Fly reluctantly turned his head and glanced back.
Perhaps from being in the darkness for too long, Fly felt dizzy. "Heart Dance...?"
This Asian girl with short, fluffy hair had such pure eyes, and her face... inexplicably
beautiful. Our hypnotist, Fly, was completely captivated. He closed his eyes, enveloped by a feeling he hadn't experienced in years,
yet he couldn't believe he still possessed such ordinary human emotions. He laughed—what a lovely,
hormonal joke. This feeling was intoxicating, both illusory and real.
Fly's gaze seemed to elicit no response from Heart Dance. She was angered by this unreasonable stare, but thinking
of her attack on this innocent passerby, and perhaps still haunted by the fear of killing Dragon earlier, her face only
turned cold. Quickly loosening the ropes binding Fly, "You can't escape. As long as our doctor
helps you forget everything you saw, you can return unharmed."
Fly waved his numb hands.
"Why did you have to be so cruel to Long..." Knowing he shouldn't ask, Fly felt an overwhelming urge
to understand the girl's heart.
"He's quite famous in Chinatown, isn't he...? You'll forget everything I'm saying now later..." Xinwu
smiled awkwardly. "Actually, I don't know how I could do it... Long was someone I admired
... until... until she killed my father! I just did what I had to do, even though it was painful..."
Fly instinctively sensed something was wrong; the girl's expression momentarily became slightly unnatural
...

A woman in her late thirties walked in with 　　a creak , wearing a purplish-red office suit, with
long hair covering the left side of her face, light lipstick, and arched eyebrows.
"Ah, Xinwu, you're here again? This is..."
"Doctor, it's like this..."
...
"I see, I understand. You did the right thing. Leave the rest to me."
"Then I'm leaving."
To Fly's surprise, Xinwu's way of saying goodbye to the doctor was a kiss on the lips.
Then only two people remained in the clinic: Fly and the beautiful female psychologist.
"There's some secret here, isn't there?" Fly said coldly.
"Heh, it seems you do have a good sense of smell, which is why you happened to be at the scene of the incident. I
don't like oblivious men, and you're just my type."
"What do you mean? Do you want to eat me?" Fly laughed, waving his hand suggestively to indicate that he
had already been untied.
"Of course, it was just a joke, but you look good. Okay, let's get down to business,"
the female doctor straightened the chair. "The sooner it's over, the sooner you can enjoy life—that's my motto.
Please sit down."
After Fly sat down, the female doctor sat in the doctor's seat opposite him and turned on the small lamp used for hypnosis. Fly felt
a strong sense of familiarity. Years ago, he had sought help from psychotherapy because of his fear and anxiety about the dark side of his own heart
, but in the end, he couldn't resist the beauty of the young psychologist, which led to the doctor who originally came to help him
becoming his prey.
"Now, all you need is a little relaxation," the female doctor said in a peculiar tone. "Look into
my eyes, it will help you relax..."
"Now, all you need is a little relaxation," the fly repeated, in a softer voice,
but with a stronger infectiousness. "Look into my eyes, it will help you relax..."
"More and more relaxed..."
"More and more relaxed..."
"It's safe here, so you don't need to be on guard..."
"It's safe here, so you don't need to be on guard..."
...
The female doctor was confused. Was it her gaze that captivated the fly, or was her eyes fixed on the fly? Her mouth
was still moving as usual, but in fact, her mental state was no longer sufficient to support any sound.
The only sound in the room was the fly's.
"Keep sinking, relax. This is a familiar world you belong to, everything is so peaceful and sunny.
Why not just quietly relax like this?"
The female doctor's last shred of reason sensed something was wrong, but it was too late. Before she fully realized
what was happening, her thinking ability had completely relaxed and fallen asleep. Now her subconscious is open and
receptive to any suggestion from Fly.
It's ironic that she's being hypnotized by a "patient" in a hypnotist's swivel chair; perhaps the chair was designed to be
too comfortable. A mature woman in a purplish-red business suit, her slightly wavy long hair now casually
draped over one side of her face, her small mouth slightly upturned—she's as adorable as Sleeping Beauty!
"Hello, Sleeping Beauty. Can you hear my voice?"
She hummed softly, "Yes..."
"Okay, what's your name?"
"Yu...lis, my name is Yulis..."
Yulis, a forensic pathologist in Jichi City, 31 years old, unmarried, uses her professional skills as a psychologist to serve the police, acting
as a hypnotist to help witnesses "recall" or "forget" certain "important events," and is also
a member of the police's negotiation team. Having grasped the basic information, Fly raised questions about her relationship with Quan Xinwu.
"She's a poor child, full of justice... but she also hesitates... When she hesitates
, I'll lend her a hand."
Lend her a hand... Fly thought to himself.
"Have you ever hypnotized her?"
"She usually comes to me every week for counseling..."
"So her intimate actions with you are the result of your suggestions?"
"Yes..."
"You... are you a lesbian?"
"No, I was curious about how that would happen... so I gave her some related suggestions..."
"You turned her into a lesbian?"
"Not entirely... I made her kiss my private parts... and feel great stimulation and pleasure. Apart from
that, her sexual orientation is still normal... for example... she still loves... Dragon..."
The scene at the sunrise beach not long ago flashed through Fly's mind again. The woman in front of him was really
pervertedly similar to himself... and perhaps even more cruel than himself.
"Why did you kill the dragon?"
"I don't know... just a whim..."
The fly maintained a cold, ruler-like demeanor towards Yulis, while simultaneously feeling a
chill in his heart for the woman. He could subtly suggest she jump out the window now, but that might not be in his best interest. He still
needed the female hypnotist's signed guarantee to leave, and if something happened to her soon, the investigation would inevitably implicate
him.
Yulis, under hypnosis, remained completely unaware, as if in a sweet dream, her voice
narrating a mundane story. She didn't understand that her fate was now in someone else's hands, nor could she
imagine what curse awaited her.
In a daze, Yulis seemed to return to her childhood. She suddenly opened her eyes, only to find herself
in a completely unfamiliar, dark room. The entire room exuded a terrifying atmosphere; the walls were made of bloody, steaming
skeletons… “Yulis—” A skinless, horned demon called her name
…
calling Yulis’s name. The demon slowly approached her. Under the illusion of hypnosis, Yulis’s eyes
were filled with terror. She screamed, but only murmured sounds came out. She wanted to escape, but she couldn’t see the door.
After watching her stumble around the house for a while, her hair disheveled, the fly stopped its intimidation and grabbed her right
hand...
"Please... don't, don't hurt me..." Yulis
pleaded in a trembling, childish voice like a little girl, tears and snot already mixed together, "Whatever you want... I'll give you anything..."
"I don't want anything..." the fly grinned, "I only want you..."
"No... help!!!"
In the still-unmoistened valley of the woman, the fly began its brutal attack. Fear amplified the pain countless times.
Yulis screamed hoarsely, but this only spurred the demon to launch an even more violent attack.
Even in her terror, Yulis's private parts began to secrete lubrication. The little girl Yulis
felt it in her terror, but she couldn't understand the meaning of this change, which only deepened her fear...
Yulis, with her sexy adult body, weakly resisting like a little girl, gave the
fly a special pleasure, the twisting of her waist intensifying the sensation. But as the rape neared its end, the fly pulled its penis
out of Yulis's already flooded genitals and ejaculated onto her face. Yulis, terrified, had already
fainted.

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