Narita divorce

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Chapter 1

One sunny June morning, a high-end imported car sped along the highway. The engine ran smoothly, making the ride
completely comfortable for the passengers.

"Wow! This is my first time riding in a Cadillac!"

she exclaimed, glancing at the man beside her who was listlessly staring out the window.

"Kotaro! Don't do that! Don't touch me like that!"

The man, Kotaro, looked displeased at the woman's outburst.

"Ah… I didn't mean to, Wakana… I'm sorry… I didn't know you'd be upset…"

The girl, Wakana, rested her chin on her right hand, angrily ignoring the bored man beside her, her eyes glued
to the passing scenery. A sparkling wedding ring could be seen on the finger supporting her chin
.

Not long after, they saw a road sign that read "Narita Airport 10km," indicating they were almost at the airport.

The couple were newlyweds, married just yesterday and heading off for their honeymoon today. However, judging from their interaction earlier,
things didn't seem too optimistic.

The driver, Misaki, who had been observing the situation closely, seemed to have a flicker of something in his eyes.

The groom, Kotaro, was a handsome young man with a good presence. His tanned skin and youthful
physique made him practically the perfect husband. However, his attitude towards his wife was
completely subdued; he could only cautiously and subtly observe her every move.

As for the bride, she was like a model-perfect beauty. She was tall and slender, around 165cm, with a large
bust . She had a face that didn't resemble the traditional Japanese woman. Her hair, slightly highlighted and styled in large
waves, cascaded over her delicate face, making her eyes appear both expressive and assertive. However, it was clear
that was now filled with anger.

"Um... Wakana... are you still angry about what happened last night?"

Kotaro asked cautiously, a little nervously.

"Of course! Our wedding night is supposed to be the most memorable night of your life, and you drank to such an extent that you were
unconscious when someone brought you to your room, and we couldn't wake you up no matter what we did. You ruined such a wonderful night. So from now on, I'm strictly forbidding
you from touching a single drop of alcohol."

Hearing Wakana's angry words as she stared at Kotaro, Kotaro seemed hesitant, only managing a mumbled, barely audible
rebuttal.

"What are you saying?" "

Oh...no...nothing..."

Kotaro immediately stopped talking after being questioned.

"Oh! I didn't expect you to talk back!"

At this moment, Misaki, the driver, drove silently, carefully observing the two of them.
Working as a venue renter for wedding chapels, he often drove newlywed couples to the airport on their honeymoon. He had seen all kinds of newlyweds, and
there were very few couples who would actually quarrel or have unpleasantness so soon after their wedding, before even going on their honeymoon. However,
he had never encountered a case where such a perfect combination—a handsome man and a beautiful woman—was paired with such a strong wife and such a weak husband
. If nothing unexpected happened, in the foreseeable future, this man was destined to be oppressed by his wife for the rest of his life,
never able to tables.

Finally, they arrived at Narita Airport.

Chapter Two

: After parking the Cadillac, Misaki quickly got out of the car and took their luggage out of the trunk.

"Ah! We're finally at the airport!" "Kotaro sighed.

Suddenly, Misaki seemed to wink at Kotaro, who nodded in response.

After Kotaro pretended to check his carry-on luggage, he exclaimed in surprise,

"How could it be gone? It's really gone!"

Hearing this, Misaki feigned asking him what had happened, as if she wanted to tell Wakana, who was getting off the train behind them.

Wakana asked, "What's gone?" "

My passport is gone. Could it be with you, Wakana?" Kotaro turned around and asked Wakana.

"No! I didn't take your passport!"

"Then could it have fallen in the train?" Kotaro asked, deliberately without looking at Wakana.

Hearing this, Wakana became even angrier. However, because she was closer to the car, although somewhat angry and unwilling,
she still got in to find the passport that Kotaro had mentioned.

Seeing Wakana get in, Kotaro gave Misaki another wink.

"It didn't fall on the seat! Where could it have fallen?"

Wakana shouted to her husband Kotaro as she searched.

"It might have fallen under the seat!"

Hearing Kotaro say this, Wakana had no choice but to lower her head to search under the seat for a more hidden spot.

Suddenly, Wakana felt someone hug her from behind and press her into the seat. It was Kotaro.

"What's going on? What are you doing...?"

Before Wakana could fully react, Misaki opened the other car door. He quickly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief soaked in chloroform. At
first, Wakana struggled desperately, but a girl
couldn't resist the strength of two grown men. Soon, her struggles weakened until she finally passed out.

"Kotaro, help me tie Wakana up,"

Misaki said, tossing Kotaro a gag, handcuffs, and a blindfold. Although
people , no one noticed their illegal actions because they had tied Wakana up inside.

Kotaro, doing this for the first time, was so nervous his breathing became rapid, and he looked at Misaki anxiously.

"Don't worry, she's just temporarily unconscious." My original profession was as a doctor, so you can trust me. However,
if we don't quickly tie her up and continue to stay here, it will attract too much attention and be too dangerous.

Kotaro clumsily lifted his wife, Onna's, body upright, then twisted her body, crossed her hands behind
her back and handcuffed them. He carefully placed a gag in her mouth and blindfolded her.
After completing all this, he closed the car door and walked to the Cadillac. He then put all of Onna's luggage, which Misaki had painstakingly taken out of the car,
back into the trunk.

"Well then, from now on, I will properly train your wife according to our previous agreement!" "

Really...is it alright? Or would it be best if I could be there too?"

Kotaro asked cautiously, looking somewhat hesitant. However, Misaki subtly rejected his idea.

"I understand your concerns, but since you've decided to entrust me with your training, don't overthink it." " Besides,
if someone finds out that you and your wife didn't actually go abroad for your honeymoon, it will be troublesome for both of us. So, no matter what,
Kotaro you have to go abroad. That way, at least you can create a fake alibi." "

I see! ...I...I understand. Okay! Then please take good care of Wakana for me."

After Misaki persuaded Kotaro with her reasoning, he seemed to understand the necessity of doing so. He could only bow his head and
beg .

"After you return from your fake honeymoon, your wife and I will pick you up at the airport. At that time, you will find that your wife will be completely different from the Wakana you know
now . She will become a woman who is completely obedient to her husband."

Misaki once again used persuasive words to entice Kotaro, whose expression was somewhat stiff due to his excessive worry.

"Then...I really beg you to take care of Wakana for me again." "

With these words, Kotaro bowed to Misaki again.

Chapter 3

Misaki drove the unconscious Wakana back to his residence. Misaki lived alone in a suburban residential area.
He lived in the suburbs because his actions required a high degree of secrecy, at least to minimize the possibility of being witnessed. Misaki carried Wakana
on his shoulder and went into his house. If anyone had seen him at this moment, they would have noticed an extremely
crazed smile on his face.

Speaking of the history of the Misaki family, they were truly a family of doctors for generations, a standard medical family. Misaki himself was a
psychiatrist . He was an expert, especially in the research of brainwashing and the manipulation of women, and he not only had
abnormal desires that were beyond what a doctor should have, but he had even used his medical practice to conduct various
human . However, because his illegal activities were discovered, his medical license was later revoked. However,
the blow of being unable to practice medicine didn't make him reflect deeply; instead, it drove him underground, even taking
on more illegal tasks for hire. This was inextricably linked to the perverse controlling nature flowing in his veins.

Upon entering the house, he pressed the remote control, heard a "click," and then saw a door slowly open in the floor.
The basement he saw was where Misaki usually carried out his perverse desires. Misaki had transformed the basement
into his real home, where he freely used all his knowledge and skills to train and brainwash specific individuals.
Looking around, the basement was filled with suspicious brainwashing machines and various mind-control drugs—truly
a veritable treasure trove.

The most peculiar and obvious machine was the electric chair in the center of the room, resembling one used for executing death row inmates. A closer look
revealed straps binding the hands, feet, and waist of the person sitting in the chair. Near her head was a device
resembling a hoop, connected by a long cable that linked to a large mechanical device against the wall of the room.

Misaki gently tossed Wakana, whom he was carrying on his shoulder, onto a single bed in the corner of the room. Then, he focused intently on Wakana's beautiful body lying
unconscious on the bed. It was the first time in his life he had seen such a perfect woman's body, and he almost held his breath.
Because of his profession, he had seen many young brides, but this one was truly the most beautiful he had ever seen .

Especially from his current angle, looking up from Wakana's thighs, she was like a ripe, perfect, seasonal fruit, delicious and
tempting . Although Wakana wasn't fully awake, a seductive, alluring aura emanated from her.

Then, Misaki went over and removed the leather handcuffs binding Wakana's hands... He removed her outer garment. With her top off,
Wakana was revealed to be wearing a light blue tank top and sheer nude stockings, revealing her perfect lower body. After doing this, he
placed Wakana on the electric chair in the center of the room, loosened the straps near her hands and feet, placed her hands and feet inside, and then tightened the straps
again . He then casually pressed a button next to the chair, and the headband slowly descended and tightened securely around her head.
While not completely naked, Wakana's body on the electric chair possessed a subtly alluring beauty, creating
an incredibly sexy scene.

Staring blankly at the woman beside him with her indescribably beautiful body, Misaki took a razor blade from the table next to the electric chair and
deftly cut Wakana's bra. Instantly, her two full breasts seemed to spring out. Moreover, it filled her almost
entirely , revealing her very impressive breasts and deep cleavage clearly from Misaki's vantage point.
After placing the razor blade back on the table, Misaki used his hands to tear the flesh-colored pantyhose she was wearing and violently pulled them off. Once the pantyhose were off, it
was immediately noticeable that she was wearing a semi-transparent, pinkish bikini bottom, and
thick, dark pubic hair, like a forest, was visible in her private area.

Misaki walked to a shelf near the wall, took out two bottles, and placed them on the table next to the chair. He picked up one of the
smaller, brownish bottles, opened the cap, and held the entire opening to Wakana's nose so she could smell it. Soon after, Wakana, who was unconscious and not fully conscious,
showed a slight frown. Due to the stimulating effect of the revival drug, Wakana slowly awoke from her unconscious state.

"Hmm... Huh??"

Misaki sat quietly in the chair directly in front of Wakana, smoking a cigarette as she
observed She slowly opened her eyes, which had been tightly closed, and looked around curiously at her surroundings.

"Where...where is this...?"

"Did you notice? This is the basement of my house!" "

Why am I here?...Ah!"

Wakana immediately realized her current situation and the meager amount of clothing she was wearing. She also noticed that
her hands, feet, and body were tightly bound to the chair with leather straps. She immediately glared angrily at Misaki in front of her
.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Misaki didn't answer her question directly but continued, "Wakana, do you know what my favorite novel is? Have you heard of
Shakespeare's 'The Taming of the Shrew'? I've admired that novel for a long time, especially the description of taming a strong
woman . Honestly, that kind of thing makes me feel very accomplished and excited!"

Misaki smiled at Wakana with a greedy and despicable look in her eyes.

"Are you really going to do this? Aren't you afraid of retribution, afraid of going to jail?" "

I'm terrified! But, hehe... when you graduate from my special training room, I think you'll find you've become
a completely different person. And at that time, you won't blame me; I believe you'll even be very grateful for everything I've done for you. Besides,
everything that happened today was done at your husband's request."

"Kotaro?"

Wakana exclaimed in surprise after learning that it was her husband who had made the request.

"That's right, have you forgotten? In the car... Kotaro... didn't he hold you down from behind first, and then I
drugged ?"

Hearing Misaki's words, Wakana couldn't help but recall what happened before she lost consciousness.

"How could this be? That Kotaro guy? How dare he do such a thing... and conspire with him to scheme against me..." "

Wakana, you are indeed a very beautiful woman, but your personality... I can't say I'm impressed." "

Kotaro isn't really confident about how things will be after we're married, so he came to me for advice. He wants me to figure out a way
to make you a submissive wife who's completely obedient to her husband."

Misaki took a long, thin, stick-shaped voice recorder from his jacket pocket, pressed the play button, and a voice that sounded unmistakably Kotaro's came through
.

"I, Kotaro, agree to entrust my wife Wakana to Mr. Misaki for training. As for
everything Mr. Misaki does to my wife during the training process, it's all with my consent. And during the time before I return from my honeymoon, I've completely entrusted Mr. Misaki to do
his best to train my wife.

"

Kotaro's voice trailed off after saying this. Wakana, who had just listened to the recording, was extremely angry, and her
lips trembled uncontrollably.

"And I think your husband Kotaro is currently on his so-called honeymoon alone! After all, creating a fake alibi is
absolutely necessary." "After I finish training you in a week, I don't think anyone else will know about this except the three of us!" "

I...I've decided to divorce this kind of man...so he's no longer my husband, and please
don't anymore, okay? Please let me go immediately, I want to leave this awful place...

" "Oh! Is that so? I only know that whether or not to divorce is your problem. It's none of my business, and I don't want to interfere, so you can tell him what you want to do after
Kotaro returns to Japan. I'm just a client, and right now I only want to complete
the training course Kotaro entrusted to me for you."

"I don't want to accept any training!" Wakana

couldn't accept Misaki's intention to train her at all, so
she .

So far, what Misaki has done to Wakana hasn't even entered the formal training stage; it's just a warm-up appetizer.

"Actually, as a man myself, I can understand Kotaro's current predicament." "What I don't understand is why you
have such strong hostility and aggression towards Kotaro— oh, no, I mean all men?"

"Do I need to explain? Because men are essentially an unevolved, lower species, especially as
evidenced by the despicable things you've done to me!

"

Wakana angrily stated her reason, clenching her fists.

"Then… is there really no way to salvage your relationship with Kotaro?"

"This… I don't think it's your fault!"

Misaki, carefully observing Wakana's reaction, reached a definite conclusion from their conversation. Because the training period was only seven days, a bit
short, achieving her goal of taming her might be difficult without using some extraordinary methods.

"Looks like I'll have to use the equipment to help sooner!" "

Yes, that's it!" Misaki decided in her heart.

Having decided what to do, Misaki walked to the large control device on the wall and seemed to turn on the power switch of some device. Then she
felt the machine start moving, producing low-frequency mechanical sounds and slight vibrations, creating
an echo effect in the not-so-large basement.

"Hey! Stop it!"

Wakana struggled anxiously, twisting her body in an attempt to resist. However, because she was firmly strapped to the chair, it was completely
ineffective.

"Please don't resist. The best way is to relax and cooperate with me."

Misaki continued to say things that Wakana couldn't accept or understand, while repeatedly spraying a mist of medication from
another into the air in front of Wakana. As Wakana inhaled
more of the medication, her resistance gradually weakened. Although Misaki knew that this medication was more effective by injection,
because Wakana had struggled so fiercely earlier, insisting on an injection might actually break the needle.

After seeing Wakana gradually stop struggling under the influence of the drugs, Misaki began to carefully observe the changes in the brainwave readings on the device by the wall.
Human mental activity, in quantitative terms, is the index of fluctuations in minute electrical signals in the brain. And the so-called "hypnotic
state," if studied thoroughly, can indeed be described using this concrete, quantitative method. And now, wearing...
The headband on Wakana's head was actually Misaki's masterpiece. It not only recorded changes in a person's brainwaves but also
released minute electrical signals through tiny stimulation points on the headband. Combined with the use of hypnotic drugs, it could easily guide a person's brainwaves
to any extreme depth of hypnosis—a truly insidious device. The terrifying nature of this device was
unimaginable to doctors or professional hypnotists who relied solely on traditional methods of artificial induction. Almost anyone using this machine
could be hypnotized to the deepest possible hypnotic state.

After about fifteen minutes of using the device, Wakana appeared to be completely asleep,
sitting the chair. The readings on the EEG meter also indicated that she had entered an extremely deep hypnotic state. Misaki checked and decided
it was about time, then spoke through the microphone on the device. To explain, the words spoken through this microphone are not only audible
, but are also converted into electrical signals that stimulate a specific area of Wakana's brain through her headband, making her more compliant with
the microphone user's commands.

"Wakana, can you hear me?"

Wakana nodded naturally and obediently after hearing Misaki's question.

"From now on, I want you to focus on something that will be the most important thing for you in the next few days. That is, you
will never escape from this room without my permission. Because escaping from this room means you have personally lost to me, so you
won't even have the thought of escaping. The reason you won't run away is that you see my training as a test,
so you will cooperate with and accept all the training I impose on you from now on, because you are very
confident in your endurance and can definitely complete all my training courses. Only when you complete all the courses and endure them all will you truly win,
understand?"

After a while, Wakana nodded again, indicating she understood. Misaki knew that only after giving this suggestive command could he
conduct the next seven days of training without any worries, without binding Wakana. "

The voice you're hearing now is your own inner voice, so you won't feel
ashamed . You can completely trust this voice, and you will answer any questions it asks without any concealment. Now I
want you to follow this voice back to the time when you first encountered the opposite sex in your past memories, okay... one year... two years..."

When Misaki counted to eight years, a look of disgust and horror appeared on Wakana's face.

"No... no..."

Wakana cried out, her body constantly leaning back, looking like she really wanted to run away.

"Tell me, who is in front of you? Tell me who that person is?" "

Yamashita-senpai... the tennis club..."

"When did that happen?" "

When I was in my second year of junior high... the tennis club's summer training camp..."

"What exactly was Yamashita-senpai planning to do?"

"He asked me to go with him to the storage room to get practice equipment... Suddenly... his hand grabbed my body..."

"And then?"

"Because I screamed, Yamashita-senpai... ran away..."

It turns out that this happened to Wakana in junior high, and she was almost raped by her senior. That's why this incident became an indelible mark on her
subconscious. Later, she didn't even realize that she had actually started to feel somewhat averse to men.
According to what Kotaro had told me before, during his relationship with Wakana, he didn't seem to have ever held her hand. Hmm...
I'm afraid they haven't even slept together!

After learning about this, Misaki crossed his arms and pondered with some trouble. Kotaro's request was to
transform into an obedient wife. However, if she remained a virgin, she would have no idea
what real sexual intercourse between a man and a woman was like. Without first addressing her subconscious prejudice against men, the subsequent training wouldn't be
effective .

After a moment's thought, Misaki smiled wickedly again. The key to the training was this: although this subconscious aversion to men
would affect the outcome, precisely because Wakana was a virgin, if she could overcome this, the
unparalleled would be unforgettable. And after being completely conquered by this strong man, I thought
Wakana would definitely become a woman completely subservient to men! Come to think of it, I've never encountered such a beautiful virgin bride in any of my cases so far
!

"Heh! Wakana, I'll train you properly from now on and completely transform your current purity." Misaki

flashed his signature, unchanging wicked smile again, preparing for the next phase of his training. Then he left
the basement room.

"Hmm...oh...no,"

only Wakana remained in the room, still deeply hypnotized. Perhaps her mind was still lingering on the
terrifying scene of being nearly raped by her senior, which Misaki had made her recall, or perhaps she was saddened by the possibility of her future
suffering . She uttered weak, incoherent words of refusal.

Chapter Four

: Misaki had injected Wakana with another of his special research drugs into her arm. Wakana was still tied to the chair. Although
Misaki had given her the order not to escape last time, he hadn't immediately untied her. In her deep hypnotic state, Wakana
occasionally trembled involuntarily, possibly due to the effects of the drugs. She had
no .

"This formula should be most effective on her!" "Misaki muttered to himself after receiving the injection.

The reason he injected so many drugs was based on his previous experiments on humans. He wanted to confirm that
Wakana's body could fully absorb the injected medication. Because his original profession was as a doctor, he
had no hesitation in the dosage and technique used on Wakana. Moreover, the drug injected into Wakana's body was a
complex , its main function being to stimulate the nerves in a woman's brain, greatly enhancing sexual desire and sensitivity."
The device, mixed with several unknown ingredients that seem to have a purportedly drug-like effect,
enhances the subject's suggestibility and hypnosis, acting as a form of confession.

"Wakana, can you hear me?"

Misaki's deep voice came through the microphone. Wakana nodded.

"Now, slowly open your eyelids."

Upon hearing the command, Wakana slowly opened her eyes, but all that could be seen was an empty void, completely devoid of the
confident, radiant light she possessed when she was awake.

"You are now having a dream that will make you feel wonderful. Your whole body will feel relaxed and comfortable; you won't have any worries,
and you won't think about anything..."

Misaki's words, stimulated by the brainwashing device, seeped into Wakana's completely unguarded mind. She listened and absorbed silently, as if
accepting the .

"Now there is a screen in front of you." "You'll be watching the movie I'm showing you very intently in a moment. I'm asking you not just to
watch , but to fully immerse yourself in it, to truly experience it with emotion and feeling. You
need to memorize everything in the movie, as if it were imprinted in your mind."

After saying this, Misaki pressed the projector's start button. On the large projection screen in front of Wakana, a naked
woman was lying on a bed, vigorously inserting a dildo into her vagina, as if having sex. She was constantly
moaning and panting from the orgasms she experienced through masturbation, and occasionally shouting loudly.

"Ah...so good...that's it...my whole body feels so strange...yes...ah...no...I'll be ruined...
ah..."

The woman's panting and screaming echoed throughout the room. This kind of movie was probably
the kind Wakana hated most! But at this moment, Wakana was staring intently at the film in front of her, expressionless, like an idiot.
Part of the image was reflected onto her dazed face, creating a very eerie scene.

"Wakana, concentrate on your studies!"

After confirming that Wakana was diligently following his orders and watching the adult film, Misaki left the
room .

"Ah...ah...good...so good...I want more..."

The sounds of pleasure from the woman in the film could still be heard occasionally in the dimly lit room Misaki left behind.

Chapter 5.

After leaving the room, Misaki ate a meal and then took a short nap. When he woke up, he immediately got up and went
to the monitor screen in his training room to carefully observe Wakana's current situation. It seemed that Wakana's condition hadn't changed much since he went to sleep
. She was still sitting quietly in the chair, intently watching the content playing on the projection screen.

"Is the drug's effect wearing off quickly?" Misaki glanced at his watch and muttered to himself.

About six hours had passed since he last injected Wakana. During those six hours, Wakana had stayed in this room
watching adult films Misaki had arranged for her. After carrying about two more injections, Misaki returned to the
basement room where he was "training" Wakana.

Wakana seemed completely unaware of Misaki's presence, her eyes glued to the film
playing . In fact, the entire film had been meticulously designed and edited by Misaki. Its core message
was to brainwash the female viewers, making them believe that women
existed . In other words, women should simply be male playthings, without any independent thought—the so-called
concept of "foolish women." The entire film revolved around this theme and central idea.

The scene playing on screen depicts a woman, craving sex, wandering the streets late at night like a homeless person, constantly searching for
strong men to satisfy her sexual needs. It's a "woman chasing man" scenario.

"Um... sir, I don't want anything, I just want to have sex with you, okay?"

the woman repeatedly asks, grabbing the hands of men passing by.

Most of the men she grabs are disgusted by her infatuated behavior and try to avoid her.

After being rejected by several men, this seemingly foolish woman finally manages to grab one man who doesn't
walk away. This man not only looks lecherous but also appears quite sleazy.

"Oh... hey... hey... is this... sister talking to me? ... wow... you want a man that badly
?"

"Oh... I see. You want me... basically, someone like you is someone I can't help you with..." "

But you're lucky to have met me today." "Let's find a hotel and have some serious fun. I'll take pity on you and satisfy
your thirst!"

"Ah! Really? I'm so happy..."

The foolish, infatuated woman in the film, upon hearing the man's agreement, was so overjoyed that she immediately pressed her entire body
against the arm of the seemingly lewd middle-aged man. Moreover, the voice that answered that she was happy
was .

To the average viewer, the dialogue of a woman directly grabbing a man on the street and demanding sex, as well as
the quality of her acting, might seem overly contrived. However, it seems that Wakana didn't feel that way at the moment.
Not only , but Misaki noticed that Wakana, currently in a deep hypnotic state, was blushing slightly and
frequently licking her lips.

"Wakana, could it be?"

Misaki lowered his head and directly examined Wakana's crotch. He noticed she was rubbing her inner thighs together repeatedly, and
a strong, erotic scent emanated from her groin. Yes, Wakana was experiencing intense desire. Misaki
looked closer and saw that her panties were completely soaked with her own fluids, as if they were leaking.

"Ah! I didn't expect Wakana, who's so averse to men, to be so easily aroused."

Misaki sighed, almost in disappointment, as he uttered those words. Deep down, however, he was not only more
confident in his ability to "train" women, but also incredibly excited and thrilled to have successfully helped Wakana break through to the first barrier.

For a virgin who had never experienced intimacy and subconsciously harbored a deep aversion to men, Misaki hadn't been very confident he could use
his previous knowledge and techniques to arouse her. Today's result was not only a completely new experience for him,
but also a milestone. Therefore, he was now
much more confident in erasing the memories he didn't want her to retain, as well as the fabricated memories he wanted her to possess.

"Now it seems we can proceed to the second stage of training! It's time for Wakana to personally experience the pleasure that only a real woman can
feel !"

As Misaki spoke, he injected Wakana's arm with two more needles. After the injections, he loosened
the leather straps . Of course, in such a deep hypnotic state, Wakana would never have any thought of escaping. Her hands, having loosened
their belts slid down from the armrests of the chair and hung naturally. Her fingers were slightly bent inwards
. This subtle behavioral response indicated that Wakana was completely stiff and powerless,
a phenomenon that only occurs in a deep hypnotic state. This conclusion was also confirmed by the altered brainwave readings from Misaki.

"Wakana, can you hear me?"

Wakana nodded in response to Misaki's question, staring at the screen before her.

The projected screen was showing what had happened after the infatuated woman and the lewd middle-aged man entered the hotel.
The woman was seen gripping the man's penis tightly and thrusting it in and out of her mouth, performing intense oral sex.

"Ah...so delicious...so delicious...this is my favorite...the taste of a penis...so good..." "

Oh...hehe...you like my penis so much? Foolish woman!" "

Misaki took a deep breath, then uttered the most crucial sentence.

'Wakana, right now you are one of those women in the video!'

Hearing this, Wakana seemed greatly stimulated, her eyes suddenly widening.

Stimulated by Misaki's sudden words, Wakana's mind involuntarily began to replay the various behaviors of the women in the video she had just
witnessed .

Women licking men's penises with relish, as if they were delicious treats. Women shamelessly

grabbing men on the street and demanding sex.

Women submitting to their husbands' lewdness, treated like filthy trash. Women

actively inserting men's penises into their vaginas while constantly twisting their hips as if they themselves were enjoying it, only knowing how to please
men .

Women masturbating to orgasm, moaning incessantly. These vivid images of various 'foolish women' kept replaying

clearly in Wakana's mind, as if she were experiencing them firsthand . 'These women?'" "Am I really one of those women?" Wakana pondered this question. At that moment, the screen showed the same woman she doubted—one she suspected she belonged to—being vigorously penetrated from behind by an unassuming middle-aged man. "Woman, how is it? My big cock tastes good, doesn't it?" " Yes, good… I love your big cock!" "Love?… Big cock?…" Wakana muttered softly, as if mimicking the woman in the video. If you listened very closely to her mouth , you would realize she was imitating the woman's tone and pronunciation. "That's right! Hold my big cock properly, use your tongue to lick and tease it, yes! Take the whole thing in your mouth. " "…Hold my big cock properly, use your tongue to lick and tease it, yes! Take the whole thing in your mouth." " Hey!" "You stupid woman, is my penis really that good to you?" " Yes! I'm a stupid woman, a lewd woman who can't live without a penis!" "...I'm a stupid woman?...A lewd woman who can't live without a penis..." Wakana seemed to be getting better and better at saying it, almost repeating the same phrases as the woman in the film. Affected by her own heightened lust, Wakana no longer placed her hands on the armrests of the chair, but instead raised them and placed them between . Now, Wakana was no longer the person who only did things after Misaki gave her an order. Instead, she began to have a new sense of self and began to masturbate herself. This could be seen . "Ah...um...good..." Wakana began to moan spontaneously, not entirely imitating the woman in the film. And as the moans grew louder, her body trembled with pleasure, as if she were experiencing an orgasm. "Hehe! Is this Wakana's first time masturbating? Enjoy it!" "Ah...ah...ah...so...so good..." Because it was her first time experiencing this kind of orgasmic pleasure, Wakana kept greedily playing with and rubbing her genitals. She should have felt some fear about this thing that brought her pleasure . However, under the powerful influence of the hypnotic drugs Misaki had used, it wasn't easy . So, Wakana continued to try and explore how to masturbate to feel even more comfortable and achieve more orgasms. With each attempt, Wakana's masturbation techniques became increasingly proficient. "I'm a woman who loves eating big dicks, loves drinking semen, and even needs to drink semen every day to survive. See, I 'm getting prettier and prettier because I drink so much semen..." The silly woman on the screen, somewhat frantically, was sucking on a dick and drinking mouthfuls of semen while talking incoherently and excitedly. Wakana, who was masturbating, seemed to be infected by her excitement and became even more aroused, her hands rubbing her genitals more and more intensely. "Oh? What's wrong with my body? Why does it feel so strange? Why am I so excited? Ah..."

"So this is what an orgasm feels like? I'm so excited! I want to tell the whole world that 'Wakana is masturbating!'
I want to shout it out to everyone!"

As she spoke, Wakana's breathing became unusually heavy and labored. Her cherry-like lips opened and closed like a goldfish in an aquarium, panting
heavily , but instead of slowing down, her hand rubbing her genitals became even more intense.

"Ah...ah...I'm coming...coming...coming...I...like...masturbating...pretty Wakana likes
masturbating ...like this...ah..."

With her hair slightly disheveled, Wakana shouted out unrestrainedly amidst the intense movements.

"Ouch! Pfft...tsk...Wakana is masturbating right now! Wakana is masturbating...right now...doing it..."

After letting out a shout that seemed to use all her strength, Wakana's whole body froze as if in a spasm. As
the climax subsided, her hands fell limply to her sides, her fingers still damp
with the lingering warmth of her post-orgasmic fluids.

Wakana, now dazed and confused after the intense pleasure, remained
motionless
befitting a woman just reaching maturity.

"Does masturbation feel good, Wakana? Listen, you're currently in a deep hypnotic state. When you
awaken , you won't remember anything that happened during the hypnosis. However, in your subconscious, you will remember this
ecstatic, climax-like pleasure, forever etched in your memory."

Misaki calmly spoke his hypnotic suggestion to Wakana through the microphone, though it remained unclear whether the temporarily unconscious
Wakana would accept it. However, Misaki seemed not to have considered this point of view,
simply repeating it to her over and over again, like a collector meticulously
wiping .

Chapter Six

: "My wife, how is Wakana doing?"

"Kotaro, are you alright? Why are you still using honorifics to address your woman?"

Misaki couldn't help but tease Kotaro for being so afraid of his wife on the phone.

Knowing that Kotaro was currently on a solo honeymoon in Hawaii, Misaki answered his question:

"Wakana is fine now, she's just too tired and has fallen asleep!"

While answering the question, Misaki glanced at the monitor. Wakana seemed to be sleeping soundly in bed.

After Wakana's masturbation orgasm, Misaki then used hypnotic suggestions on her. Not long after, he truly woke her up, had her take a bath,
eat, and then let her go to sleep and rest alone. Perhaps the first phase of training had truly exhausted Wakana, so after waking up, she didn't say
much or make any unnecessary resistance. She simply obediently followed Misaki's instructions and went to bed.

"How could you be so tired? What did you do to her? What happened?"

Misaki calmly explained the general process of the training to his client, as well as the real reason why Wakana had such
a strong . It was because she had almost been raped by her senior in her second year of junior high school. This was Wakana
's biggest problem right now, and since it was his first time handling a case like this, he wasn't entirely confident.

"I see? So Wakana experienced something like that before!" "

Yes! So this time I used some methods I hadn't used before to train her, which is why she's so tired now. I think
the method I'm using should be very effective!" "

Then? Will it still achieve what I promised you?" "

Yes, it definitely will. My current method is to first make Wakana truly understand what 'sex' between men and women is, and to make her
truly enjoy sex. But that's a more elegant way of putting it. In more colloquial terms, it's to make her a
promiscuous . And I will teach her to treat her husband as her master, to become a completely submissive and lewd
wife. Actually, in the training just now, I first made Wakana masturbate to the point of her first orgasm. Although the process was a bit difficult, it
was still successfully completed."

"Wakana? ...Masturbation? ...Orgasm?"

Upon hearing that Wakana had masturbated to orgasm, Kotaro on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say. For a moment, he
felt a sense of distrust towards Misaki.

"Does she know about my collaboration with you? I wonder if she's angry with me?" "

Ha! Of course, she'll know once she thinks back. Her reaction was not only anger, but she also told me she wanted a divorce!" "

Misaki told Kotaro almost the entire process over the phone. The reason was that Misaki actually harbored malicious intentions. Based on
his research into human psychology, he knew the best way to deal with a customer like Kotaro was to report the whole process to him, so that Kotaro
would truly feel at ease cooperating with him in disciplining Wakana. Besides, Kotaro was a very good customer;
he was kind to others and very generous with his money.

'What if Wakana finds out I was involved? Wonana will hate me for life, won't she?' 'Hehe

! Don't worry about that, Kotaro. This is just the beginning of my training of Wakana.
When you come back from abroad, you'll be very surprised by my training skills. Wakana will definitely become a woman who is completely obedient to her husband
! Oh, and by the way, I'd like you to do something in Hawaii: take some photos of yourself with other girls.'" "As for doing this
, it's just to be on the safe side. After you return to your country and give me the photos, I'll help you reassemble them into honeymoon
photos of you and your wife."

"Ah! You're so thoughtful, thank you so much!"

Finally, Kotaro's unease subsided, and the two ended the call.

Misaki took a deep breath and thought: "Is Wakana really that important to you, Kotaro? Or are you just attracted to her
beauty and her aggressive personality? Actually, if the two of you hadn't met me, even if you had gotten married,
it would been destined to end in failure."

Misaki glanced again at the monitor, at Wakana's flawless face as she slept soundly, and recalled the first time he met the couple.

Chapter Seven

: "Would you like to see the wedding venues over here?"

The man in front of Misaki was cautiously asking someone, and it was Kotaro, who looked
extremely excited.

"Sir, are you getting married? Congratulations!"

He worked at the counter next to the wedding hall rental counter, placing some relevant regulations and documents on the table.

"According to our regulations for renting venues here, we need to know the total number of guests the couple wants to invite in order to decide
how to arrange or decorate the venue. Sir, are you here alone to make a reservation today?" "

Oh! No, there's her too, my fiancée—Wakana."

Following the direction Kotaro was looking, he saw a girl appear behind him; this was Wakana. The moment Misaki saw Wakana
, she was so stunned she almost forgot she needed to breathe.

It was a face so perfect it defied description! Misaki had never understood the
meaning until she saw Wakana for the first time. She realized then that such a beautiful woman truly existed, so incredibly difficult to express in words
. And it wasn't just Misaki; every couple who had come to rent a wedding hall for their upcoming wedding was casting
their gazes Wakana. Of course, Kotaro himself was quite handsome and successful, making them a
truly perfect match.

However, what struck Misaki as odd was that Wakana didn't seem as excited about the wedding as Kotaro.
It was as if Kotaro was the only one with the enthusiasm. She looked as if Kotaro had dragged her there to see the wedding venue.

"Since our company is participating in this annual wedding expo, we have several
cost-effective packages for booking wedding venues right now!" "

Excuse me, the DM I just looked at mentions you also have customized packages.
What's the difference between customized packages and the packages you're recommending?"

Kotaro asked Misaki patiently after carefully examining the DM.

"A package deal, as the name suggests, means that customers can only choose from a variety of different itineraries; individual items within an itinerary
cannot be selected separately. Customized packages, on the other hand, allow customers to choose individual items to create their
desired itinerary. Of course, because customized packages offer more flexibility, the price is generally higher. The biggest
advantage of package deals, besides being economical, is that they usually meet most customers' needs, which is why many of our customers
choose ."

"What do you think, Wakana? Which itinerary do you prefer?" "

Either is fine!" "I have no objections!"

Unlike Kotaro's enthusiastic anticipation of marriage, Wakana, standing beside him,
seemed completely indifferent, as if the matter had nothing to do with her. It was clear that while she might not truly oppose marrying Kotaro,
one thing was certain—she wasn't genuinely looking forward to the marriage.

"Ah! How about we take a look today? I'll take this DM from your company back with me, and we'll discuss it
further ."

"Then, please contact me anytime if you need any assistance! Thank you."

Misaki stood up and bowed to Kotaro as she said this. It was already evening, and if you looked closely at Misaki
's eyes, you would find them truly cold and ruthless, like a snake staring intently at its prey
.

Chapter Eight:

In a hotel bar, Kotaro appeared to be drinking alone, one glass after another in silence. Perhaps for some
reason ended badly.

"Ah! What a coincidence, Kotaro, we meet again!"

Misaki suddenly spoke from behind Kotaro.

"Oh! You might have forgotten me! I'm Misaki, the one who greeted you when you came to look at wedding venues a few days ago. I want to thank you again for deciding to book
our company for your wedding venue and arrangements. By the way, what's up? Are you alone today?"

Misaki looked around as she spoke. She didn't see Wakana.

Kotaro smiled wryly at Misaki's question.

"I came out with my fiancée Wakana, but something upset her, so she left me alone. It's
strange, though; lately, it seems like things like this often happen when we're on dates."

"I see? Then? Can I sit next to you?" "

Ah!" "Sorry, I was so engrossed in my conversation that I forgot to greet you. Please sit down..."

Misaki then sat down in the seat next to Kotaro.

"Kotaro, your wife is truly a stunning beauty. I've been doing this job for so long, and I've never
seen anyone as beautiful as your wife!"

"Ah! You're right. The first time I saw Wakana, I was completely captivated by her. The day she accepted my proposal,
I was ecstatic!"

"You were alone?"

Misaki pondered Kotaro's words.

"Actually, when we first started dating, we both felt great! But it seems that ever since she accepted my proposal, Wakana's temper
has gotten worse, and she's become more and more violent. I don't know if we can have a happy and fulfilling married life if we really get married like this
?"

"Is this what people call pre-wedding jitters?" "

From the perspective of someone who helps with wedding arrangements, Misaki analyzed with Kotaro how some people can easily become mentally unstable due to the stress of suddenly experiencing
a moment of extreme joy or sorrow," he asked.

"Oh! I'm not just worried about her current behavior. To be honest, I've never even
held her hand once in all the time we've been dating."

"Eh! That's really embarrassing!"

Kotaro said, probably genuinely feeling ashamed, his face instantly turning bright red. But it seems he might...
He'd had a bit too much to drink, and he didn't notice that Misaki's gaze beside him had become chillingly menacing.

"Kotaro. To be honest, my real profession isn't what you know!" "My

real profession?"

Kotaro asked, turning to Misaki with a slightly drunken expression.

"That's right. It's similar to your current situation. Most of my clients are women they want are too assertive and they don't know
how handle them, so they hire me to 'train' these women—in other words, women's re-education. I think what Kotaro really wants right now
is for Wakana to treat you like her master and obey your every whim, right?" "

Ha! What nonsense are you spouting?" "

I understand Kotaro's disbelief; after all, we've only just met, so it's perfectly normal for you not to believe me
."

"You've heard of 'brainwashing,' haven't you!" "This method isn't new, but with the advancements in medical psychology today,
the technology is advancing rapidly, resulting in remarkably good results when it comes to training people."

Misaki said, downing his drink in one gulp. Kotaro, standing beside him, listened silently.

"I used to be a doctor. And I've been researching this since university. Now, I'm an expert!
My unique technique is to modify the personality of my target to meet the client's wishes." "

But...but, don't you have any failures?"

Kotaro asked, completely captivated by Misaki's words, eagerly voicing his question
.

"There are no absolutes in medical practice. Besides, many of the drugs I use are illegal.
But I can tell you that so far, I've handled about a hundred cases, and there have been zero failures. Perhaps I'm just
lucky ! If you really want to hire me, I must tell you that there's a condition to my services!" "

What are the conditions?" "

To achieve perfect character transformation, it will take about a week. During this week, that person will be placed in a
place completely isolated from the outside world. To put it bluntly, that person will be imprisoned somewhere for a week for 'training'. And to make that person
completely cut off from their family and friends for a whole week, as if they've lost all contact, will definitely seem suspicious and strange to some. But that's
not a problem for you, Kotaro!"

"How so?"

"It's about using your honeymoon. If you and Wakana go on your honeymoon abroad for more than a week, no one will
suspect !"

"Honeymoon?"

Kotaro asked to himself.

"Don't worry too much, the training will only last a few days. What kind of Wakana do you want to see after the training is over?"

"I don't have any special requirements, just don't contradict me in everything!" "

What? Are you even a man saying that?" "Don't you even think before you speak? Think further ahead! Okay, then I'll tell you the truth!
I believe that after Wakana's training, she must put everything her master wants first in her heart. In other words, she must
serve her master like a master, like going back to the ancient era of male supremacy. Haven't you even thought about that?"

Misaki's words at this moment were filled with an extremely wicked temptation for Kotaro, as sweet as honey.

"R-really can you do that?" "

Of course! Absolutely no problem. I can make Wakana appear like a well-mannered lady in front of others during the day, but become a wanton prostitute when she's with you
at night . Not only will she be as submissive to her husband as a slave, but she will
also actively crave and enjoy making love with him. Even if you unreasonably ask her to do things that are incompatible with social norms, she will never hesitate to do as you
say ."

Hearing this, Kotaro looked extremely excited.

At this moment, he kept fantasizing about Wakana becoming the kind of woman Misaki described, obediently serving him.
Although Kotaro's excitement was partly due to the amount of alcohol he had drunk that day, the main reason was that Misaki had successfully extracted from Kotaro
the intense, unspoken desire for control he harbored deep within him towards Wakana.

"For me, fulfilling your wish, Kotaro, isn't difficult. However, let me make this clear first: I need
a reasonable amount of money as payment. Also, I need your cooperation, so the most important thing for you is to truly
make up your mind. Only then will the chances of success be greater. If you don't have enough resolve, if there's even a hint of reluctance in your heart, or if you
feel you can still tolerate your current relationship, then my advice is—don't do it." "

This… could you… give me some time… let me think about it…"

Kotaro suddenly muttered to himself, like a deflated balloon.

"Oh! Okay! Let me know when you've made up your mind." " By the way, I was thinking that if I just casually mentioned this to you, you might be interested
, but you might not actually believe me. How about this, I'll show you the so-called 'finished product' after the 'training' first."

Misaki took out his phone from his pocket, selected a name from his contacts, and dialed. "

Hello! It's me, Misaki! Where are you now? Oh? Over there! I estimate it would take you about
fifteen minutes to get here by taxi from your place to this bar at the hotel I frequent. Tell your shopping friend you have something urgent to attend to and might
not be able to go shopping with her. Understand? Come right now. That's an order!"

Misaki immediately pressed the end-of-call button after saying this.

"I'd like to ask you to wait a moment. How about I order you another drink? This one's on me!"

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and a woman rushed into the bar, looking somewhat flustered. "

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Misaki!"

The woman, who arrived at the bar fifteen minutes later as ordered by Misaki, greeted
him and bowed respectfully. "

You did well, you weren't late. Ryoumi, stand there straight and let my friend take a good look at your lewd figure.
"

"Yes…,"

the woman called Ryoumi replied obediently, without any objection.

Kotaro finally took a good look at Ryoumi. She wasn't quite as beautiful as Wakana, but she was still a very attractive
woman. She had a petite figure, but her curves were perfectly proportioned, truly exquisite.
She was probably only around twenty years old, but her face showed a worldly wisdom. She had beautifully
highlighted, permed hair with large, wavy bangs. Kotaro's first impression was that she was
a professional woman who frequently interacted with others.

"Kotaro, this Ryoumi in front of you is currently a top hostess at a nightclub in Kansai! However, I received
a request from a man who was her uncle-like age and a regular at their club, wanting to 'train' her to recognize him as his master and have a relationship with her. So, I tricked her
into coming to my place for my 'training.' But after it was done, the client tried to renege on my payment." " So,
I had no choice but to make her my personal woman."

Hearing this, Ryoumi blushed and lowered her head shyly, but still kept secretly glancing at Misaki in front of her.

"Ryoumi! Tell Kotaro how I trained you." "

Hmm... let me think. I used to be a woman who loved to show off my looks, and I was very good at using tricks and schemes to make many
men around me fawn over me without expecting anything in return. To be honest, even now I think my behavior back then was really shameful and I was a
very annoying woman. But after being trained by Mr. Misaki, he awakened the true woman side of me. And a true woman
enjoys and obeys the man she has chosen, or master, with a very happy and joyful heart. And she absolutely obeys
and thoroughly executes what he says. And this is my only worldview and meaning of existence now."

Ryoumi's voice was not loud, but the two boys present could hear her clearly. Moreover, the expression on her face when she said this
was one of complete agreement with what she was saying, revealing extreme joy, intoxication, and a somewhat dazed expression.

"So? Kotaro, what are your thoughts after seeing this Ryoumi?"

"What...thoughts?" "

Yeah! What's your impression of this finished product?"

Misaki arrogantly and proudly showed Kotaro his so-called "finished product"—Ryoumi—and asked with a smile.

Kotaro, listening to his words, seemed somewhat incredulous, just staring at the "finished product" Misaki was talking about—Ryoumi—
as if trying to find any suspicious points in the relationship between Misaki and this woman, that is, whether they had conspired beforehand to deceive him.

"Of course, Ryoumi looks very beautiful!" "

Ryoumi, it seems Kotaro has a pretty good feeling about you!" "

Thank you!"

Ryoumi, upon hearing Misaki say this, simply raised her head and softly thanked him, then lowered her head again.

"So? Kotaro!" "How about I lend you Ryoumi for a night to try it out?" "

Huh? What?"

Startled by Misaki's words, Kotaro turned to stare at him.

"Originally, based on my personal dignity, I didn't intend to bring my 'trained product' here. But to let
you truly understand what I'm doing, Kotaro, I'm doing this. I'm doing this so you know I really have the ability to make my
clients and each other into the kind of relationship I described before. If the client hasn't seen the actual training results, I think it's hard
to what I'm saying out of thin air. Don't worry, I'm letting you enjoy Ryoumi just so you can truly trust me completely, and of course, there's no extra
charge! Enjoy it, don't think too much."

Then Misaki turned to Ryoumi and said:

"Ryoumi, I want you to accompany Kotaro tonight and serve him the same way you serve me. No matter what he
asks , you must do everything you can to cooperate and satisfy him, understand?" "

Yes!" The material will definitely be beautiful

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