Extremely Evil Hypnotist

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Prologue:
Rose City, Jiqi City, Bucks Airport. At 3:30 AM local time on September 9th, 2004,
a man in a slightly worn tan trench coat stood by the self-service phone in the lobby.
"Hello, could you please tell 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 became the
gang leader's right-hand man, using hypnosis to help him a lot. However, he made a big mistake. Otherwise, the boss would have been somewhat considerate of him,
otherwise, he wouldn't have paid for his plane ticket.
"Fly, the boss is looking out for you. If you don't have a place 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 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. The lobby was nearly empty at this time; some
foreigners picking up passengers were even dozing off in their chairs.
"I'll sit over there. Please bring your 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 gold 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 . Could you be my listener?"
Despite a hint of wariness, the receptionist sensed from Fly's tone that this passenger might genuinely
need her attention, and she was also curious about the passenger and the pocket watch in her hand.
"Sure, but I can only talk to you for a little while. There are other passengers who need service."
She sat down opposite Fly.
Fly let out a sigh of relief. He looked genuinely distressed.
"Hmm...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 told me..."
Fly guided the waiter's gaze in a slow, low voice, while simultaneously holding the pocket watch to
a suitable position.
"This watch is special in some ways, I think so myself..."
The waiter stared at the pocket watch, not noticing anything particularly special, only that it
was very well-maintained and so shiny... Fly secretly rejoiced at the waiter's keen senses.
"Come on, look at it carefully, I think you'll find it..."
"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 waiter's reactions. Soon, he noticed the waiter's eyelids began to tremble.
"Your eyelids are so tired, they feel like they're filled with lead... they feel like they're filled with lead, even though you still want to
look at my pocket watch a little longer, your eyelids are just so heavy..."
Fly seemed about to say more, but seeing that the waiter's 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 be able to relax in bed after work..."
"If you agree, just nod..."
He 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 makes you even more
relaxed and comfortable..."
"If you agree, just nod..."
Another slight nod.
"When I ask you questions, you'll answer truthfully, you know?"
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 dreamlike 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, and Fly's questions became
increasingly 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 if I'm embarrassed to say something..." "What
positions do you and John usually use..." "
He likes me on top of him... but I don't like it... 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 it. Fly pondered what might go wrong if he let it drag on; dawn was approaching,
but the main steps were almost complete. He glanced at Fiona, whose cheeks were flushed from imagining their lovemaking under the covers,
and couldn't help but smile.
"Fiona, as you listen to me count, you'll slowly wake up. When you wake up, you
'll feel exceptionally good. You won't remember what I asked you. After you get off work, you'll pack your things and go to the garage to drive your car.
But once you get in the car and insert the key, you'll return to this completely relaxed state.
Repeat after me..."
"After work... pack your things... drive... insert the key... return to this completely relaxed
state... yes, I will..."
Fly then roused 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 agreement. 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 it was perfect for passing the time.
Chapter 1 Chinatown
First-Line Girlfriend (Part 1)
Rose City, Gitch City, Bucks Airport Local time September 9, 2004, 7:30 AM
Another night's work was over. Feeling relaxed, Fiona changed into casual clothes and stepped out of the elevator. She
wondered if she should do something before going to sleep. Although the deputy manager in the lobby had said a few words to her today,
she was still in a good mood. 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 ? Fly, of course, noticed his prey and pointed to the fat security guard, saying to Fiona, "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 Fly approaching her from behind, so she quickened her pace and ran to her old red sports car, opened the door, sat down, and inserted the key she had prepared beforehand... Fly followed with small steps to the car, leaned down, and whispered in Fiona's ear in the same low voice that he had before , telling her to get out, get in the passenger seat, fasten her seatbelt, and fall into a deep sleep. Then 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 got used to Fiona's car. The airport avenue was mainly farms, and beyond that were some ranches, but they didn't seem to be in use at the moment, 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 confirming the surroundings, Fly returned to the car. The brief hypnosis he had undergone at the airport might not have reached a sufficient depth, so Fly continued to conduct further deep hypnosis on Fiona through . This audio recording was made by Fly himself; it 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 . After all, out with the old, in with the new. 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. Each time you finish a number, you 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 bewildered, then she 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 finished speaking and began to observe the changes in Fiona's face. "Fiona, have you forgotten your reward?" "Reward?" She had no recollection of the hypnosis. "Hmm, it seems you have forgotten, but I'll still give you my reward, like this..." Fly began to stroke the back of Fiona's neck, then her back. Fiona felt an electric-like pleasure throughout her body, a feeling she had never experienced before. "Ah...so comfortable...ah..." "Come on, unbuckle your seatbelt and sit on me. I have so much more to give you." Fiona eagerly unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped toward Fly, but Fly somersaulted onto the sofa in the back seat even faster . "How naughty!" Fiona tried to jump over from her seat, but tripped over the backrest and lost her balance , falling right into Fly's arms. "Haha, now you've caught my little kitten." Fly's hands began to caress her more intensely, and Fiona trembled with excitement in response.

"Ah... um..."
Her eyes began to glaze over, her whole body went limp in Fly's arms, trembling slightly, and she kept
moaning excitedly.
Fly's fingers roamed all over her body. Although touching her through her clothes was a special pleasure
, removing her clothes would allow for more intimate contact.
"Fiona, if you take off your clothes, you will definitely feel
the pleasure that my touch brings you even more."
Fiona, in her daze, suddenly seemed to wake up and began to pull at her shirt. Fly took the opportunity to
reach inside and help the almost out-of-control Fiona remove her pink t-shirt, while also
kneading her breasts.
"Ah... um... pants... quick..."
After unbuttoning her jeans, Fly saw that there was already a large wet patch on Fiona's light-colored underwear.
"Ah... ah... um... ah..."
Primal instincts overwhelmed Fiona. She kissed Fly passionately and began to frantically tear off his outer clothes.
"Ah... I want..."
But just as she was burning with desire, Fly put 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 .
"Ugh,"
she was on the verge of tears.
Fly leaned down and kissed Fiona, his arms encircling her waist.
"Of course, we're 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 twisted her waist 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, and with a flash of electricity, 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 and shake 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 could never have 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?" She feigned surprise.
"Um…Excuse me…What should I call you?"
"Ah, just call me Fly."
Second Hour Girlfriend (Part 2)
Rose City, Gitche City Farm to Chinatown Highway, 10:00 AM, local time, September 9, 2004.
After the storm had passed, Fiona was now driving. At first, Fly had found it strange that she suggested driving,
only implying she was a "friend." It made 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 is in his throat.
"How was that turn?" Fiona, reveling 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 is quite stubborn, though he feels like he's about to collapse at any moment, but if he perseveres, next time
should be better.
After exiting the highway, he felt a sense of relief. The first thing Fly said after entering Fiona's place was that he also
felt incredibly pathetic, where was the restroom—it's not easy to live like this, so let's be understanding.
He only needs to say one word to stop the car immediately, he knows that better than anyone, in fact, he had
several impulses to ask Fiona to slow down, but he always managed to restrain himself.
After slurping down the coffee and pastries from the airport, he felt probably better
, and Fly let out a long breath.
Then Fly's wide-open mouth remained frozen for at least ten seconds. Fiona, with a towel around her neck and completely naked, appeared in the doorway. She simply smiled easily
at the extravagantly dressed Fly, then went straight to the bathtub, turned on the faucet, and began showering. A moment later, he realized that he had previously hinted . 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 after we raced together; 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 is... a little bit. You don't mind, do you?" "Of course not. I'll watch you like an artist." " Okay, then you'd better watch carefully..." Through the steam, Fiona's left hand slowly slid towards her private parts, while her right hand kneaded her small but firm breasts.

"Oh...so good, are you watching...oh...look..."
Her right hand began to thrust harder, each time bringing out more liquid, indistinguishable between bathwater and
bodily fluids.
"Do you realize you're 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 as she sat in the bathtub,
spreading her legs to masturbate in front of Fly.
"But now you find that orgasm is getting further and further away, and you feel a kind of 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 can you achieve what you want."
As he spoke, Fly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a man's pectoral muscles, and 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 seemed to want to burst forth from her body, her passion astonishing 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 held a look of happiness.
It was this look of happiness that made Fly make a decision: he would make Fiona forget everything. He
told Fiona of his plan.
"Please! No! I don't want to forget you!"
Fiona cried like a helpless girl, unsure of her own true feelings. And what were her true feelings
? 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 9th, 2004
, after confirming his appearance once more, Fly went to the address provided by his boss,
the Flying Dragon Martial Arts Gym, where he had been assigned accommodation.
He found the number; it was a rented space on the second floor of an old public activity center. Fly followed the rusted
handrail up the stairs and suddenly saw a huge dragon pattern. Looking closer, he realized that
the gate to the gym must be below this pattern. It was
a Chinese dragon; half of its body was fierce and menacing, while the other half was hidden in the clouds,
appearing reserved.
Fly placed his hand on this mysterious pattern, lost in thought.
A series of thumping footsteps came from below. Fly turned his head and found a group of people standing behind him.
Leading them was a middle-aged man dressed in traditional Chinese clothing, exuding a sense of grandeur.
At the same time, the large door adorned with a giant dragon pattern swung open with a deafening roar. Inside, a
tense atmosphere prevailed. Leading the group was a young man in a yellow, tight-fitting tracksuit, not very tall,
but exuding a powerful aura of battle.
"You've arrived," the man in yellow said.
"Enough talk, let's fight!" the man in the middle-aged suit said.
"With him?" the man in yellow asked, referring to Fly.
"Enough nonsense, I don't know him!"
The exchange was utterly absurd.
"You two! Who knew I'd already evaporated?!" Spurred by this confrontation between heroes, Fly shouted.
"You have no right to speak here!" the man in the middle-aged suit stepped forward, slapping Fly with his sidehand.
Fly, not wanting to be a weakling, immediately spun around and dodged, striking
the attacker .
"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
as clear as 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 his
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 all the heroes in 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 was about the size of three basketball courts, including the front and back. Entering from the main gate, 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; practically
no one stayed overnight at the martial arts school. Except for Fly, who now slept in a small room at the school.
According to Little Li, who worked the Shaolin Long Fist evening shift, the old gatekeeper had been hit by a car while drunk a while ago
, so the master was worried about hiring another guard. Now, it was perfect timing. 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 had always competed for disciples. Recently, the Flying Dragon Martial Arts School...
Li Long, the owner of the martial arts school, saw his popularity soar after collaborating with a film company on a martial arts movie. Not only was he a skilled fighter
, but he was also a dancer, and he opened dance classes on weekends. As a result
, Flying Dragon Martial Arts School suddenly poached a large number of students from Zheng Hu Martial Arts School. Quan Zheng Hu had come to demand an explanation.
Although Quan Zheng Hu was strong, he seemed slightly inferior to Li Long, and it's said he was injured and defeated, forced to leave in a huff.
Quan Zheng Hu could knock himself unconscious with a single punch, while Li Long was even stronger. It seemed the boss had found him a decent
place to stay , so he didn't care about replacing an old, stagnant gatekeeper
. Many things really depend on one's perspective. Besides, while the night shift
might seem lonely to others, it was a fatal temptation for Flying Dragon. At night, the entire martial arts school was his domain. During the day, Li Long led his disciples in training here; was fate decree that Flying Dragon should also lead a group of "disciples" here for training
at night ? After indulging in some daydreaming, Fly returned to the practicalities of the situation. It seemed Dragon had quite a few female fans; half the people who came to practice were girls, and at least half of them were presentable, totaling over a hundred. Among them was a Japanese girl named Haruno Sakura, with short, boyish hair, exuding a youthful and dazzling charm . However, considering Dragon's loyalty, it was best to leave the martial arts school's disciples alone for now, and deal with it later. With that thought, Fly began planning to find some prey in the surrounding neighborhoods to satisfy 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 AM. Fly woke up the next afternoon after being injured by Quan Zhenghu. The next two days were still not easy, so he basically slept during the day or chatted with people, and spent his nights alone in his small room reading . Of all the equipment he had brought, only a laptop and an MP3 player remained. He figured some things could be easily found here, like the chemical reagent store just a couple of blocks away . Some things were harder to get before he became familiar with the place, but at least for now, they weren't that crucial. His laptop and MP3 player were definitely helping him pass the time. To be honest, Fly felt lonely. Fly 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 "taken" a shot at 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 of Chinatown were still on, although the composition of the pedestrians had changed. After locking , Fly appeared on the path leading to the Butterfly Bar. There were two bars near the gym; besides Butterfly, there was another one 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 prostitution. Years ago, when the girls initially mocked him for being impotent—he genuinely had no feeling for it. But for the sake of his manly dignity, Fly ultimately created 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 came back saying something strange: "Why are prostitutes complaining of back pain more than the last?" Let's leave that aside. In the dark alley, the figure of a homeless man could be vaguely seen . 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 right in front of him. Fly noticed that among the various cars parked on the street there seemed to be quite a few nice ones. Fly was half-car illiterate, but even someone who wasn't an expert could tell some cars were quite good. Looking at these cars, Fly roughly pictured the outline of his target for tonight, and a smile appeared on his lips. This man in an earth-colored long trench coat stood out among the group of well-dressed young people, but who among the young people, immersed in their revelry, would notice him? "Dude, 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 a past the bartender couldn't fathom, as if it were real. "Alright, we're all homeless. What would you like?" "Tequila-flavored vodka, two ice cubes." The bartender's movements were fluid; 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 much of an eyesore, 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 were like strangely colored flames; trying to discern anything from the flames wasn't so easy. Fly had originally set on a wealthy businessman's daughter, but now he realized that rich or poor, when they went wild here, they were all the same. He downed the liquid in his glass in one gulp and returned to the bar. "This stuff's really good. If I weren't trying to stay sober tonight, I'd 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 even more..." the bartender said behind him, but then suddenly realized this man in the trench coat was probably on some errand tonight, so he stopped himself, lest he get involved in some big event. He inwardly cursed himself for becoming as easily influenced as when he first arrived. Fly didn't go 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 ; his hearing had become more sensitive. Crying. "Go to hell!! Waaah... Go to hell..." "Nothing... there's no explanation! I saw it all... Waaah..." "I'm crying... I'm crying because... because I hate myself for being blind!" Following the sound, Fly found a girl sobbing on the street corner across from the bar, throwing the air. The black phone drew an arc in the sky, disappearing from the girl's sight for a moment, then reappearing.

Now, falling...
a hand catches the phone firmly.
For a moment, the girl thinks it's her boyfriend. But he's just a
stranger .
"What...what are you doing?!"
Fly doesn't answer. Sure enough, a moment later, the phone rings.
Who would have thought that this place, just across the street from the bar, would be so quiet? The ringtone is
the climax of a number by Linkin Park. "
I have been on number, all I have to do ismo
relike me and less like you. and do..."
The two stare at each other for a moment. The girl is wearing a dance outfit, a floral backless t-shirt, a shiny
short leather skirt, and she has long hair.
The ringtone is still echoing. Fly brings the phone to his ear, as if to answer it.
"Give it back!"
The girl ran towards him. Fly looked like a thief who had stolen an innocent girl's toy. Her
face was blurred by tears; the light pink she had applied was now a blur, but those eyes,
those eyes... Fly paused, startled. Had he drunk too much? He shook his head, regaining his composure, 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, an idea that's 't know why, it doesn't't
ever matter how hard your place..."
"Here you go!" she said, turning her head away.
"Hello." The ringing stopped.
"You!...Ugh!?"
Just as the girl turned around again, she was startled 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, struggling with all her might, but the stranger held her tightly
under the trench coat. Humans react this way, but the more she struggled, the faster she inhaled the chemical fumes. Soon
, the girl collapsed into Fly's arms. From a distance, they looked like a couple embracing. Fly released
one hand, confirming again that the girl's phone could be turned off.
The girl lay quietly in Fly's arms, her breathing even, but she hadn't truly fallen asleep; a
part of her subconscious remained awake. The chemical agent 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 professional special 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 your happiest scenario is
?" "
Being held in the arms of my... beloved man... and I can... not worry about anything... feel so
safe
You're being held in the arms of your beloved man right now, don't you feel safe?"
"Ugh... we don't know each other... but it feels so good, so safe..."
Of course, this so-called sense of security is just 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 beloved man... this
feeling of security will become stronger and stronger..."
"Mmm... so warm..."
Yi Xi, who had just experienced some kind of blow from her boyfriend, suddenly found such a psychological
haven . Her weary heart jumped into it without hesitation, offering no resistance to the fly's trap.
"You're becoming more and more relaxed, more and more at ease. This feeling surrounds you, so you can only hear my voice.
You fall into a deep sleep, only hearing my voice. To feel even warmer and more at ease, you open
your heart ."
"Only hearing your voice...opening my heart...warmer..."
With the aid of drugs, Fly induced the poor girl into a deep hypnotic state, where she would
accept Fly's suggestions without thinking.

Chapter Six: The Price of a Good Girl .
Rose City, Jiqi City Commercial Center, Sam Plaza. Local time, September 13, 2004, 2:30 PM.
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 couple's , and Yi Xi was 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 head straight there later..." Fly buried his head in his
pizza, awkwardly waving his knife and fork. He was referring to a love hotel he'd already booked.
"Fly, we haven't been together in so long. Spend some time with me today..."
Everyone has a different understanding of what "not seeing each other for a long time" means. Some think they should talk about the past, Fly thinks
they should have more physical intimacy, but for Yi Xi, it seems like more shopping. Speaking of which, Yi Xi's
enthusiasm last night had really moved Fly, so they spent the morning "role-playing" together. However,
after a day of shopping, he realized that while Yi Xi was enthusiastic and cute, she had a spoiled, pampered side and didn't
seem to care much about her boyfriend's feelings. From Fly's perspective, this wasn't a good habit. Chewing on his pasta, Fly
felt it was time to help her correct some of her bad habits.
"Why did you take my spoon? Haha, I want yours too." Despite such a long day,
Yi Xi was still so energetic; Fly was incredibly impressed by her stamina.
"Silly girl, is it because yours is brighter?"
"No way, they're all 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 it, 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...
Just as Fly had said, her eyes were glued to the spoon. She tried to lift her hand, but found it
incredibly difficult.
"Relax, Xiaoxi, you won't doubt my words, right?"
"Yes, relax. Just now it was just... a little sudden..."
"Keep looking at the spoon in my hand, feel your eyelids getting tired, your whole body relax, you'll now
drift off to sleep..."
After the previous hypnosis session, Yixi was more receptive to Fly's suggestions. So
Fly quickly brought her into a deeper hypnotic state.
"Xiaoxi, can you hear my voice?"
"Yes..."
"Did you... have fun today?
" "Very 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. Thinking about how admirable Yixi's ex-boyfriend's patience was, Fly felt a pang of
curiosity what kind of person that man was; she definitely didn't have that kind of patience. "Maybe it's
because ," the fly thought to itself. "Tch, human feelings are unreliable!" The fly looked at the girl before it.
"Like this, human feelings are fragile."
"Xiao Xi, now whatever I say, you will accept it... do you hear me?"
"Yes..." It's usually hard to accept self-negation, but because Yi Xi was
under deep hypnosis, she helplessly accepted it.
"In fact, you are a bad girl, Yi Xi..." This was Yi Xi's subconscious
negation of some of her own actions, representing a judge's voice. Many people have similar inner judges, and the fly used
this to suggest to Yi Xi.
"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? It's like the feeling of an 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..." Yi Xi's face showed a brief moment of confusion, seemingly a
struggle .
"Strange, I suddenly feel so tired. Shall we just go...to the hotel?" Yi Xi said, blushing.
She suddenly felt a strange impulse, a voice in her heart telling her to be a good girl, to
follow Fly's arrangements.
"How does it feel to be a good girl?"
Fly's seemingly casual remark affirmed Yi Xi's strange thoughts,
and at the same time, a strange pleasure blossomed in her heart. Suddenly, she realized that prioritizing the other person's happiness and receiving
Fly's praise as a good girl was such an exciting thing—how incredible!
After leaving the restaurant, they arrived at the nearby central square. Fly suggested that they rest after dinner, and Yi Xi
agreed after a moment's hesitation. The two found an empty spot by the fountain.
"It's so dark here." Yi Xi protested about a chair behind a few trees that Fly had chosen.
However, she immediately realized that refusing Fly's opinion was not 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 see 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 feeling.
"Sit closer."
"Hold me."
"Kiss me."
Yi Xi silently followed Fly's instructions. She looked at Fly tenderly.
"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 joy seemed to be suddenly
pulled 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 arrangements. She
struggled , but the outcome was quickly decided. Yi Xi stood up, blushing, and sat down in front of Fly, legs spread apart.
At first, she felt extremely embarrassed, but this embarrassment was soon
dispelled , 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
you'll attract attention."
"How embarrassing..." But as she said this, Yi Xi's slender fingers had already entered her honeypot.
"Ah, ah..."
Her increasingly hot breath pattered against Fly's neck, causing Fly's genitals to swell.
"Stop, we'll go to that little park over there next."
"Ah...ah...okay."
If it were Yi Xi two hours ago, she would never have agreed.
Chapter Seven: The Park at Night
September 13, 2004, 10:30 PM, in an unnamed park in Jiqi City, Rose City.
"Ah...ah...oh...fly..."
Fly, his hands gripping Yi Xi's pert buttocks, relentlessly enjoyed the beauty's honeyed depths from behind. Yi Xi, clinging to
an unnamed tree, swayed and trembled, her mouth wide open, timidly emitting soft moans.
In the quiet night, these sounds were enough to send a shiver of ecstasy through Fly.
Yi Xi's low-cut blouse remained intact, her patterned tight jeans lay on fallen leaves, and her
black, semi-transparent underpants hung on Fly's left leg, which was pinned to her waist.
"You're amazing there!" Fly exclaimed excitedly.
"Ah...ah...so comfortable...ah..."
"Hey, hold on tight to the tree."
Although she didn't know why, obeying Fly's every word had become a conditioned reflex.
Yi Xi did so without hesitation. The next instant, Fly grabbed Yi Xi's other leg and pulled it to his waist,
lifting her into the air like a leash.
Almost half 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...no...I'm going to come...ah...ha..."
Yi Xi's hands loosened weakly, but Fly held her legs tightly.
Hanging reached her climax, blood rushing to her brain, and she felt only a white expanse on one side. But Fly hadn't ejaculated yet, and he wasn't going to
stop there.
"You actually came 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 like he was almost back to the way he was before he ran away. No matter the environment, he was still himself.
The pleasure of satisfying his desire for control further aroused his lust. He hesitated for a moment, but desire was more thorough and pure than
conscience .
The image of the girl in front of him, with a pained yet sexy and submissive expression, performing breast sex on him, made him deeply lose himself in it. He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice
someone approaching. A dramatic scene of catching someone cheating unfolded in the park.
Suddenly, a flashlight shone, and Yi Xi screamed "Ah!" Fly was momentarily stunned, but he
quickly regained his composure. He whispered to Yi Xi not to panic; using the "good girl's" switch was actually quite easy,
although she was still very nervous—it was unavoidable. Fly was nervous too. But in some situations,
even those beyond his control, Fly had been around the block. He cleared his throat and
said,
"Excuse me, who is this? And could you please turn off the flashlight?"
The other person seemed startled by his feigned calmness. "I didn't expect you to be so composed.
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 of
the flashlight, he couldn't see the other person's face, but he could confirm there was only one person, and, well, nice calves.
"Put your pants on!" The policewoman was annoyed by his gaze.
"Yes, yes." Thinking back to the park back home, this kind of thing wouldn't even be a big deal.
"Officer, could you please make an exception? You know my wife is very shy." After getting
dressed , Fly tried to get to know her privately. Yi Xi stood nervously behind him.
The policewoman looked at Yi Xi. "I remember you. Didn't you go to the police station to bail that man out last time? Have you changed
? 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 looked at Fly, biting her lower lip, her face flushed.
Fly was on the run, so of course he couldn't go to the police station. However, he was thinking about something else.
"Tell me, why are you alone, Officer?"
"My partner had something to do at home today," Fly's question seemed to have a force that made her
speak . 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 too. Your little kung fu skills are no threat to me."
"Ah, I'm just curious. If we encounter a group of thugs, don't imagine me as
someone who would randomly attack women."
"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. The policewoman
didn't see him whisper something in her ear.
"Yes," Yi Xi's cherry lips twitched slightly.
As expected, the policewoman was not on guard against Yi Xi. She ordered Fly to walk in front of her in case he did something wrong,
but she didn't expect Yi Xi to silently hug her from behind.
"Hmph!" The policewoman was indeed skilled;
with a quick twist of her waist, Yi Xi was brought down. However, in an instant, a damp 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, watching the policewoman struggle futilely in his arms, revealing an evil
smile . "Good job, good girl. Are you alright?"
"My back hurts a little... but it doesn't seem to be from the fall," Yi Xi forced a 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..." Hearing that word, Yi Xi's face turned slightly red.
Chapter Eight: The Park at Night (Part Two)
Rose City, Gichi City, An Unnamed Park 11:30 PM, September 13, 2004
"Gana, open your eyes."
At the call of a deep, 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 unease whatsoever; on the contrary, she 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."
Upon Fly's reminder, Ghana felt a stirring of desire within her. Her heart raced, her
half-closed eyes gleamed with an unusual passion, and her slightly parted lips exhaled an alluring breath.
"Fly, you're making her..." From the moment Fly began hypnotizing 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 point in time...
"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 captivating cat's eyes to Yi Xi—
"Look into my eyes, don't think about anything, you lose your balance, you will—fall asleep!"
Fly's resolute tone had the effect; Yi Xi collapsed into his arms like a puppet. Fly
gently placed this Barbie doll-like beautiful body beside Ghana, his attention returning to
the policewoman under the influence of the drugs.
"There's a longing in your body, 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 and faster. "I can't believe I'm telling you this..."
Even under the influence of drugs and hypnosis, she still felt embarrassed after saying this.
“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 naked
woman , her passion fully expressed in her undressing.
“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 suddenly losing interest in a prostitute. 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 even something so
important was no longer reliable. Humanity was fragile, Fly murmured to himself again, and "I myself
am just a villain who manipulates the pitiful. What is the real devil?" He quipped, taking off his
trench coat .
It seemed that some things were always beyond his control. Gana looked at Fly as if he were looking at thin air. Fly's nerves
twitched.
Was there someone else nearby? Or...?
Gana let out a primal, joyful cry from the depths of his body towards his feet, and Fly finally reacted.
Watching Gana passionately lean on Yi Xi, showering her face and neck with kisses,
Fly felt as if he too had been mocked by the devil, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Still under hypnosis, poor Yi Xi felt her body being caressed by an unfamiliar person,
and gradually grew warm in this inexplicable caress, while suffering from her inability to move and
resist.
"No..." Yi Xi's small mouth uttered the weakest resistance.
It would probably be a powerful provocation to any male animal, but it seemed to have a different kind of impact on Gana. Her
movements stopped. "As expected, even in a dream, 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 suddenly getting stuck at the climax.
"Really..." She scratched her head in distress, "Don't be sad, this is just in your dream, anything is
possible , as long as you are more determined."
"..." Gana's expression softened a little.
"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 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 Chinatown Near the 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 .
Maybe next week I should make it up to Yixi?
Last night, Officer Gana seemed to have vented all her pent-up desires on Yixi, and Yixi,
due to Fly's hints, had no objections to Gana's guidance. The two beautiful naked bodies intertwined
had a huge impact on Fly. He had no intention of implanting lesbian connotations in Yi Xi, but he was currently very interested in Ghana's female police officer
partner .
After the exciting drama of the two beauties' battle, Ghana drove Yi Xi back to school in a 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 the appropriate hypnotic suggestion
of Fly , although Ghana might not have thought so, but we won't go into that here. "Girls these days are so lacking in upbringing, and where are all the people maintaining order?" "If it were me, I would definitely arrest all these delinquent kids and give them a good education..." The gossipy conversation of the older women had a different meaning to the person involved, and Fly looked over there mockingly.

Then, until he paid his bill and left, he didn't look at the two women again. How
would a woman react after being told by a thug, "You're so ugly I don't even want to sleep with you!"
? Fly had no interest in trying to find out.
Continuous combat and lack of sleep left Fly's head a little foggy.
After , 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 this honest man... well,
better to let it go.
He slowly strolled back to the martial arts gym. The crowd seemed unusual.
"Fighting! Fighting!"
The children's innocence was exasperating. Fly rushed to the street where the gym was located and found it already
packed with people . Looking up with the audience, Fly was startled—two figures
were leaping and landing repeatedly on the rooftops of buildings, sparring in mid-air. Wasn't this something only seen in movies?!
One of them had already been recognized as the Dragon Master in the yellow tracksuit. The other
appeared to be a short-haired girl in a white t-shirt and blue leggings. Looking at the two, Fly
realized he had underestimated Dragon's strength and the level of martial arts a master could reach. Not long ago, Dragon had
suggested they practice boxing together, which Fly had dismissed with a laugh. Now, after witnessing their true skill, 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, being an outsider, listened to Luo Li's comments and 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 .
"Brother Li, what a lively atmosphere! I'll go take another look over there."
The older women not only looked around but also liked to join in the gossip, so Fly couldn't stand it anymore and decided to slip away.
"Sure, see you later," Li said with a charming smile.
Fly finally managed to squeeze out of the crowd and let out a long sigh of relief. Just then, police sirens
blared , and two police cars sped over, 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 police car with her walkie-talkie, ready 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 smiled, "I didn't expect to see you again so soon. Have you heard of 'Dream Night Park,'
Miss Ghana?"
This officer was Ghana, and the one next to her was, of course, Fly.
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."
Ghana thought there was another person in the car, but in fact, he was the only one inside. Not far away, the battle between the 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!" the 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 day..."
"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 hide it !"
"We martial artists will never make excuses..."
"Alright! Today I was also inferior to you. When I have mastered my skills, I will definitely come back to find you!"
Why are all martial artists so straightforward? Fly, lying in the grass, kept shaking his head.
It seems that this girl is the daughter of the former boxer Quan Zhenghu. Judging from this conversation, it seems that Quan Zhenghu was
seriously injured by Li Long that day and may have died. Although he is dead, the struggle continues. What a waste.
"Fine, if you want to die today, then come on! I won't hide! But
after , I hope you'll continue to investigate this matter thoroughly!" After shouting, Long straightened up and put his hands behind his back.
Was Long truly straightforward, 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
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, which remained unresponsive except for splashes. Had Dragon really 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 rang out.
"He's just a passerby, take him to the doctor…"
…
Chapter Ten: Two Hypnotists
On September 14th at 8:30 AM, on the highway leading from Rose City to the administrative district,
Fly only knew he was stuffed into the trunk, a rag in his mouth, his hands and feet bound behind his back. It seemed
the police here were quite efficient at this, especially female officers. He felt the car moving. A doctor?
What awaited him? Gana could control himself with words, but Xinwu was far more troublesome
… Quan Zhenghu's daughter, Gana's beloved, it seemed that was the case.
Fly was pulled from the trunk, but immediately stuffed into a suitcase…
“I'll wait for you in the car,” Gana's voice said.
After a bumpy ride, Fly found himself in a place resembling a psychological clinic
. Fly wasn't unfamiliar with such places, as 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 charmingly
whimsical joke, a feeling that 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
remembering her attack on this innocent passerby, and perhaps still haunted by the fear of killing Dragon earlier, her expression
only turned cold. He deftly loosened 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 go so far as to hurt 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, wearing a purplish-red office suit, with
long hair covering the left side of her face, light lipstick, and raised 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 slow-witted men, and you're just my type."
"What do you mean? Do you want to eat me?" Fly laughed, gesturing 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 he was afraid and uneasy about the dark side of his own heart
, but in the end, he couldn't resist the beauty of the young psychologist, which turned the doctor who originally came to help him
into his prey.
"Now, all you need is a little relaxation," the female doctor said in a distinctive 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 continued to move as usual, but in reality, 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 was open and
receptive to all of the fly's suggestions.
Being hypnotized by a "patient" in a hypnotist's swivel chair was ironic; 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 was 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 pitiful child, full of justice... but she also 'hesits'... In her 'hesitation'..."
"When the time comes, I'll lend her a hand." "
Lend her a hand..." Fly murmured 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 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 immense stimulation and pleasure.
Aside from that , her sexual orientation is still quite normal...for example...she still loves...Dragon..."
The scene at the sunrise beach from not long ago flashed through Fly's mind again. This woman before him was truly
perverted, and perhaps even more cruel than himself.
"Why did you kill the dragon?"
"I don't know... just a whim..."
Fly maintained his cold, ruler-like demeanor towards Yulis, while simultaneously feeling
a chill . He could subtly suggest she jump out the window now, but that might not be in his best interest. He
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 oblivious, seemingly lost 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
fathom 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, and the walls were made of bloody, steaming
skeletons... "Yulis—" A skinless, horned demon called her
name ...
calling Yulis's name. The fly slowly walked towards her. Under the illusion of hypnosis, Yulis's eyes
were filled with fear. She screamed, but could only utter murmurs. She wanted to escape, but she couldn't see
where the door was. After watching her stumble around the room 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 horror, 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 soaked genitals and ejaculated onto her face. Yulis, terrified
, fainted.

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