[Hypnosis Academy] [Prologue]

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In the prologue, Seeeds,

facing any woman, naturally felt an intense sexual desire and endless fantasies. For someone with normal

fertility was clearly a natural, animalistic urge, yet he couldn't openly express

it.

It was utterly absurd. Murakoshi Shinta sneered inwardly. Even so, he was powerless.

To prevent others from seeing through his inner world, Murakoshi always kept his head down and remained silent. Coupled with the glasses on his nose,

he was seen as a gloomy, brooding freak: someone who only knew how to read people's faces, timid and cowardly, often bullied—that was

the impression he gave. However, in reality, Murakoshi wasn't afraid of anyone. On the contrary, he

enjoyed wearing this mask. To hide his deep desires and the dark side of his heart…

That day, Murakoshi, just waking up, rubbed his sleepy eyes and

left home .

He was still sleepy because he had spent the entire night in online chat rooms, chatting until almost dawn. For

Murakoshi, the lively chats with his acquaintance "Mr. K" in chat rooms were commonplace,

but last night's conversation was particularly engaging. In fact, Murakoshi had never met "Mr. K" in person, whom he had met several months ago in a

virtual space. No, basically, given the inherent anonymity of the internet, even if

someone claimed to be "Mr. K," their actual gender and age remained completely

unknown . However, Murakoshi still considered "Mr. K" a friend he had known for over ten years.

Of course, Murakoshi had his own reasons. During their chats, the other person's unreserved and unique insights

impressed Murakoshi greatly. Moreover, the two were kindred spirits, sharing unconventional and extreme ideas.

This was the reason Murakoshi considered "Mr. K" a friend of the same ilk. Therefore, for Murakoshi

, the other person's background was irrelevant.

While Murakoshi was adept at using the internet to absorb information, the realities of life couldn't be ignored.

Cutting himself off from the outside world and deliberately staying home was incredibly foolish. After all, the pleasure

of voyeurism—being able to smell a woman's scent while secretly watching her—couldn't be derived from the empty world of a screen . 　　Observing every household as they woke up and the young women rushing to the station on his way to school was Murakoshi's daily routine, but today he had other considerations. Deviating from his school route, Murakoshi walked along the bus lane in the opposite direction. Soon after, when he arrived at his destination, he felt a satisfied, smug satisfaction. 　　Last night's conversation was about "perverts." The content mainly discussed methods of sexual harassment from a situational and technical perspective . They also talked about the target locations, times, and objects of sexual harassment… making his conversation with "Mr. K" quite substantial. Furthermore, "Mr. K" specifically recommended some easy places for Murakoshi to make his move. 　　That's right. Murakoshi decided to make good use of the information he gained from last night's conversation. He had arrived at the bus stop most frequently visited by female students of the private Seika Academy. Seika Academy was a prestigious girls' school dedicated to cultivating outstanding daughters of wealthy and influential families. Its students, mostly introverted and adorable girls, were powerless to resist . This information came from "Mr. K." 　　Just then, a female student from Seika Academy appeared before Murakoshi, as he had hoped. 　　However, the situation was not as simple as he had imagined. A strange flutter stirred within Murakoshi. He outwardly pretended to be waiting for the bus, but secretly observed the girl standing before him. Murakoshi thought, "The Seika Academy uniform is not bad. But what about her figure underneath?" Murakoshi's gaze gradually moved downwards. Beneath her mini pleated skirt, a round, shapely bottom. And those long, slender legs. The way the girl occasionally glanced back made Murakoshi's heart flutter even more. Just seeing her was enough to confirm that the information was accurate. 　　At that moment, Murakoshi truly understood that a good girl would never be promiscuous. The girl before him had her face and appearance neatly groomed, giving off a lively, athletic impression. However, girls like this were often still virgins. This was knowledge . 　　Any man would want to sleep with such a girl. Okay, it's decided! This girl will be my first experience as a pervert. After deciding on his prey, Murakoshi's heart pounded with excitement . Just then, the girl seemed to notice Murakoshi and shifted her gaze towards him. 　　Was he being suspected? A vague unease crept into his heart. Murakoshi, as usual, kept his head down and remained silent, 　　showing no sign of lust. Furthermore, his pupils behind his glasses were hidden by his naturally falling hair, so there was no reason for his gaze to be noticed. Suppressing his inner tension, Murakoshi maintained a composed demeanor. Soon, as the bus's arrival time approached, the girl turned and walked . 　　He finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least, this was his first experience. He couldn't afford any carelessness or complacency . He had to act cautiously. He needed to satisfy his desires with both prudence and boldness. In the brief moment before the bus arrived, Murakoshi secretly rehearsed several times how to make his move on the girl's buttocks. He needed 　　to seize the right moment and slip onto the bus smoothly. This was also based on information from "Mr. K." He successfully secured a good position behind his target. Needless to say, his movements had to be as nonchalant and natural as possible. 　　Not too far, not too close. The position was perfectly chosen. While calculating the timing, he observed his beautiful prey again. The girl, completely unaware, quietly gazed out the window. 　　Although he had fantasized about women who embodied his lust many times , this was his first time actually making a move. Despite this, he felt no guilt or hesitation. Of course, just imagining what would happen next filled him with excitement. In sync with his heartbeat, his penis gradually became erect, to the point where he needed to bend over to conceal it. Even so, Murakoshi remained cautious . Sexual harassment wasn't limited to physical contact. Intentionally touching the body or a part of the body constituted sexual harassment. Murakoshi tried to squeeze his erection into the narrow gap between them.

He carefully avoided arousing suspicion from those around him. In the chaotic bus, no one should be able to see his

erect penis, hidden beneath his jeans, and his restless intent. But this also meant he couldn't see his prey's shapely buttocks and legs.

However , for him, it was foolproof. Because Murakoshi had already prepared for his voyeuristic act.

Thinking of the girl's buttocks and thighs, which could be described as those of a gentle doe, Murakoshi couldn't help but reach out and touch

her buttocks with the back of his hand. Unlike his palm, the back of his hand was more... ambiguous, somewhere between intentional and

accidental. Having mastered the art of sexual harassment, Murakoshi pretended it was an accidental touch. After

quickly touching her with the back of his hand, he subconsciously looked away, catching a glimpse of the girl's surprised reaction out of the corner of his eye.

He could barely see the girl's cheeks flushed.

—Heh. Fantastic. From now on, he could enjoy himself to the fullest on public transportation like buses.

Experiencing a woman's warmth and softness… Murakoshi secretly rejoiced. It was a smile that was hidden, twisted

, and nauseating. Then, Murakoshi twisted his wrist, quietly turning his palm outwards. His sliding fingertips, through

the fabric , touched the skin beneath the skirt. He couldn't suppress the urge to laugh. However, this pleasure couldn't last long.

His fingertips, caressing the skin, suddenly felt something amiss. It wasn't what he expected; it was a strange

, muscular sensation. At the same time, Murakoshi realized that a pair of eyes were looking at him from a different direction. He glanced in

surprise and saw a middle-aged man with a barcode-like hairstyle staring at him with astonishment.

For a moment, Murakoshi thought he had been discovered, but he immediately realized something was wrong. The silent

middle-aged man's pupils revealed confusion and fear. To find the reason, Murakoshi, knowing it was inappropriate,

still moved his neck. He glanced at the girl's shapely buttocks below his wrist. He then realized with horror that

there was another hand between the girl's buttocks and his own. Thick fingers, rough skin,

and the hard, uneven surface of the knuckles. Clearly, it wasn't a girl's hand. Moreover, that hand

was gripping the girl's shapely buttocks tightly. Murakoshi finally understood. Could it be that he wasn't touching the girl's

buttocks , but rather the middle-aged man's hand above them?

What was going on?! Had he just been enjoying the old man's groping hand? No wonder he looked

so surprised. Besides, the middle-aged man was clearly in the throes of sexual harassment. The confusion and

cowardice in his eyes were understandable. He hadn't expected that his careful preparation and waiting for the right opportunity would lead to

such miserable end. Although Murakoshi felt disappointed, he quickly rallied and reconsidered. The question was,

what should he do next? Should he share the girl's buttocks with the old man, or stop him? But then…

"You're a pervert!"

Suddenly, the girl shouted in the crowded bus. The girl suddenly grabbed the hand that was sexually harassing her

. Having witnessed it all, Murakoshi knew he had only one course of action.

"She's right! This guy's a pervert!"

Murakoshi shouted, gripping the man's wrist tightly. Caught in their grasp, the man

froze . Murakoshi became even more cautious.

Before the man could even stammer an explanation, Murakoshi kicked him in the shin. The man, unable to move, contorted in pain.

Seeing this, the surrounding passengers rushed forward to surround the middle-aged man.

"You pervert! Surrender now!"

Shouts erupted, causing a commotion. When the bus arrived at its stop, the poor man was forcibly dragged

off .

To cover his tracks, Murakoshi fled amidst the chaos.

What a close call! He almost got caught. Sexual harassment certainly has its risks. After leaving the bus stop, far from the scene of trouble, Murakoshi

turned and hid in the surrounding shopping street, catching his breath. He'd heard that the students at Seika Academy were all docile and

powerless girls. Could it be that his original information was wrong? Or had something changed along the way? In any case, the data had to be

revised. He'd also complain to "Mr. K" about this. He'd use this incident to demand more useful information from him. Murakoshi, who was

always looking to make a quick buck, had already begun to study what to use to blackmail his victim. And then…

"Hey, you."

Suddenly called out, Murakoshi turned around and, completely caught off guard, showed a rare

expression of . The source of the voice was none other than his prey, whom he had sexually harassed! A female student from Seika Academy.

"Haa, haa, I finally caught up with you."

She seemed to have run to catch up, her breathing hurried and rapid. Her sexy charm was truly alluring.

But, this was not the time to imagine such things.

Had she discovered that he was a pervert too? Murakoshi suppressed his unease, deliberately maintaining his usual expressionless face

.

"Um, thank you so much for earlier."

The girl's words were unexpected. He let out a soft "Huh?".

"Didn't you help me catch that pervert? I chased after him because I wanted to thank you."

"N-nothing... It was just a small thing, nothing at all..."

"No, I think you're quite brave."

The girl smiled sweetly, looking at Murakoshi quietly. In contrast, Murakoshi seemed a little uncomfortable,

feeling lightheaded. Being thanked and

praised was a first for him. The girl continued,

"My name is Yano Midori. Actually, if it's convenient, could you tell me your name?"

What, what a joke! Murakoshi finally snapped out of it. He absolutely couldn't be fooled by this cute face

and beautiful buttocks. What if the truth about the sexual harassment incident was revealed, or if he was questioned

about why he took that bus route? Although he knew further words were pointless, Murakoshi

was undeniably wearing the distinctive uniform of the private Kuronoshi Academy. He blamed himself for his carelessness, but

it was too late. At the very least, his school was now exposed.

Avoiding attention was Murakoshi's style. To prevent future "activities" from attracting

trouble, he absolutely had to adhere to this principle. Therefore, there was only one action left to take:

"My name doesn't matter! Goodbye!"

After leaving those words, Murakoshi fled in a flash.

Late at night… Murakoshi locked himself in his room, sitting at his desk, staring at the computer screen.

He opened their usual private online chat room, where 'Mr. K' was already online, waiting. As soon as Murakoshi entered

the chat room, he immediately typed out complaints. Needless to say, the topic of conversation was

the incident involving the female student at Seika Academy that morning. All the curses in his heart were mixed into the words of his chat. Today

should have been a glorious anniversary of the pervert's misfortune, yet he had only wasted his energy and time. Not only that, but this

bad luck continued after school started. This was already commonplace and habitual for Murakoshi.

However, Murakoshi deliberately exaggerated his unfortunate experience. Even so, Murakoshi was a clever man after all. He only emphasized

that he almost fell into a dangerous situation of being discovered, attributing the cause to incorrect information. Then, 'Mr. K'

sincerely apologized to him, as if he had anticipated the disaster that was about to befall Murakoshi.

"I'm sorry. To express my apology, I'd like to send you a few gifts. I hope you'll find them useful...

" Looking at the text displayed side-by-side on the screen, Murakoshi shrugged. It was probably

something ; since the other party offered, there was no reason to refuse. Murakoshi told

"Mr. K" about his private mailbox at the post office. He had registered the mailbox under his parents' names, claiming the home mailbox had been vandalized.

In reality, it was for Murakoshi to conveniently receive items ordered through online auctions or mail-

orders .

Ending the chat room conversation early, Murakoshi quickly jumped into bed. He planned to fall asleep naturally after masturbating.

No matter how exhausting the day, he always had the energy for masturbation. If he

didn't , it would be like declaring the end of his life. This was Murakoshi's consistent principle.

Which girl should he choose? Today had been quite a colorful day. Thinking of the girl from Seika Academy this morning…

…, wasn't her name Yano Midori? Her soft buttocks and thighs. Or perhaps, the school beauty in the class, in her

gym uniform, or the girl on the swimming team, in her revealing swimsuit. Or maybe the female teacher in the class

… No, although she's quite attractive, the thought of her fierce appearance makes me want to back out.

Choosing her is something only a masochist would do.

His mind was filled with fantasies. Murakoshi's right hand gripped his throbbing, excited penis even tighter.

After several days of the same routine, one day, Murakoshi stopped by the post office

on .

That day was the day 'Mr. K' delivered the gift. He easily picked up the item at the post office counter;

it didn't look very big, but it was quite heavy. It was probably a DVD or a videotape. Although

he couldn't be too excited, he was still happy. Murakoshi habitually looked around for

any movement as he walked briskly home.

After dinner, Murakoshi silently retreated to his room. For him, family gatherings and such occasions

were completely unnecessary, especially since he hadn't had a serious conversation with his parents in years.

Needless to say, neither side would excessively interfere with the other's schedule; on the surface, they were merely maintaining the appearance of a family

.

He casually sat down in a chair and quickly opened the package. He thought that if this thing wasn't useful

, he could just complain to "Mr. K" a few more times. Although he

opened suppressed his overly expectant thoughts while pondering

the words to complain to "Mr. K." Then, he saw the contents of the box; it looked like a megaphone, or

something like a toy gun, the kind of weapon used by teammates in survival games. A letter with Murakoshi's initials was also

included in the package. Murakoshi picked up the letter first. Naturally, this letter was

from He glanced at the neat handwriting.

"As promised, I'm presenting you with a gift as a token of my apology. This thing is called a 'Hypnotic Induction Machine.'

It's very easy to use. Just point it at the person you want to hypnotize and pull the trigger for a few seconds. Here's a simple explanation of its

principle..." For a moment, it was hard to believe. Could this machine, which looked like a toy, really achieve the hypnotic effect as

the other party claimed? Impossible. Even if it were truly an item as the name suggests,

why would he so easily give away something so useful? Logically, he should

have kept it as a private treasure for himself. Murakoshi continued reading the article, answering his own questions

.

"I've long admired Mr. M's imagination regarding sex. I believe you

have even more room to explore than I do. Although this is a gift for you,

I would be incredibly honored if you could dedicate yourself to compiling a report for me in the future. You can decide the scope of the report yourself.

Of course, I will present you with another gift later to thank you for your hard work in creating the report. I hope you can accept

my humble request?"

I see. In other words, they want me to test this strange machine. Since that's the case, I understand their

intention . That's fine. Great, I'll accept it smoothly. But first, I should check its

performance.

Meanwhile, downstairs, my parents, enjoying dinner, were chatting happily about their usual, unchanging, boring

topics .

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