[Adolescent Hypnosis] (1) Beginning

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With the ringing of the school bell, the once quiet classroom was instantly filled with noise.
Students who had finished their 45-minute self-study session stood up and picked up their already packed bags. Familiar classmates exchanged information about their
weekend plans, some leaving in groups, others saying goodbye.

I, however, simply observed everything silently. Only after my deskmate and several close friends had left
the classroom did I close my pencil case and begin packing my bag.

By the time I finished and stood up, only the students on cleaning duty remained,
chatting amongst themselves.

When they saw me preparing to leave, they seemed to realize it was getting late and began
their work.

At this time last year, I at least had a companion to walk home with. I call them companions,
not friends, because we only chose to walk together because we lived nearby. This relationship never developed
into friendship. If one of us stayed behind for reasons like cleaning duty, the other wouldn't extend their
time . We were merely companions walking home together, nothing more.

However, this relationship finally came to an end after we were separated into different classes. Losing the bond of being in the same class, we
never contacted each other again. Therefore, I had to walk home alone every day.

In conclusion, it didn't make much difference to me. After all, even when we walked together,
we didn't really talk much.

There was a light novel recently called "My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected." Just
like the male protagonist in it, I'm withdrawn, have no friends, and am indifferent to everything happening around me. So
sometimes wonder if I would get a girl's
attention if I got hit by a car while trying to save a dog.

Of course, I'm just kidding. After all, I would never hurt myself for others, neither physically nor
emotionally. Perhaps this is the essential difference between me and the characters in the book, and perhaps this is why I will never have a so-called youth
romance.

In short, I returned home alone, where no one was. Yes, nobody's home, and nobody will
ever be waiting for me.

If a psychologist were here, he'd probably say my parents' early death is the
reason I'm like this now. But is that really true? I don't know; I guess this is just how I was born.

But I won't blame anyone for my current situation. On one hand, this
feeling of loneliness isn't so bad. On the other hand, I have my own little world, so loneliness doesn't
bother me.

As usual, the first thing I do when I get home is turn on my computer. That's one of the advantages of not having parents
; I can openly put a shortcut to that website on my desktop, making it easier for me to enter
my own world.

Hmm, my own little world—what a nice way to put it, although in reality, that world isn't so nice.
Specifically, it's pornographic websites.

If a high school student's parents find out that the first thing they do when they get home every day is open pornographic websites, the
consequences would be dire. And if it goes even further, and it's discovered that this high school student not only browses but also creates
some of the obscene literature, I really don't know what will happen to him.

Fortunately, I didn't have to worry about that, so I could confidently click into my own posts and openly
browse other people's comments.

As usual, this novel didn't garner many clicks or replies. I think this is because my
subject matter is too niche.

Hypnosis fiction is a field I've been deeply fascinated by since I first encountered it. After reading
most of the online erotic novels about hypnosis, and unable to find any more good ones, I had
the idea to write my own.

The currently popular "gunfight" stories didn't resonate with me at all; I've always strived to make the content
and characters more profound. However, judging from the number of clicks, this attempt was still a failure.

Even so, I still tirelessly replied to every comment. Sometimes I couldn't help but laugh at myself, thinking that if
I had this much effort when studying, my grades wouldn't be so bad.

As I browsed through the comments, a strange one caught my eye: "This article demonstrates a
very good understanding and application of hypnosis, but it's clear the author lacks practical experience,
making it slightly inadequate. I've sent some things to the author's email address, hoping it will help you write better
articles on hypnosis."

Hmm, practical experience in hypnosis? Where on earth could I find such a nonsensical thing?

Out of curiosity, I checked my forum inbox and the email address I used to register,
but both were empty.

Therefore, I dismissed the comment as some kind of prank and continued browsing the rest.

I never dreamed that this short comment and its significance would have such a profound
impact on my life.

Weekends are always enjoyable and short, I think that's true for all students worldwide.

After two days of living a life of reversed day and night, I woke up early for the first time in a long time and headed to school. Don't let my
appearance

fool you, I've never been late or absent. As I passed my mailbox, that comment I'd seen earlier suddenly popped into my head.

Reason told me that, regardless of how my personal information was leaked, it was highly unlikely
that anyone would actually send me something these days.

However, often, people's actions are beyond their control. At that moment, I deeply felt
the flaws in human nature.

Thinking that a quick glance wouldn't take much time, I opened my long-dormant mailbox.

In doing so, I opened a door that perhaps shouldn't have been opened.

"Fully Automatic Forced Hypnosis Command Importer v2.78?"

Looking at the large characters on the packaging, I honestly didn't know where to begin my吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments).

Half a day had passed since I received this thing. My first instinct was to throw it
in the trash, but I couldn't resist the urge and ended up keeping it.

Of course, I tried researching it online, but to no avail.

The packaging listed the place of origin, manufacturer, patent number, and even ISO quality certification
. But a little investigation revealed it was all fake. To say the place of origin was fabricated
is beyond blatant counterfeiting; it's downright malicious.

Most people would just dismiss it as a prank. However,
one thing still bothers me.

It wasn't delivered through the post office or by courier; someone could have simply put it in my
mailbox . Would anyone really go to such lengths to play a prank on a stranger? Even within the same
city, this is far too much trouble.

Furthermore, the reason I'm certain it was done by a stranger is because in my sixteen years of life, there's
absolutely no one I'm close enough to play such a prank on me.

As for the contents of the package, if I had to describe it, it's a black plastic stick with
a flash , and only one button on the back.

According to the accompanying instructions, simply point that flash-like thing at the target's eyes
and press the button, and the target will enter a state of unconsciousness for up to twenty seconds. Everything the target
hears will be deeply ingrained in their subconscious as instructions.

If the above is true, then this thing is definitely
a dream .

I must admit, not throwing it away also reflects my hope that it's real.

As someone said, practice is the sole criterion for testing truth. As things stand, only by actually
using it can we know if this thing truly has hypnotic effects.

If it were just about hypnotizing myself, I wouldn't necessarily be incapable of risking experimenting on myself. But
the instruction manual states, "This product's function is only for women; the company
is " This statement makes me very hesitant about experimenting on myself.

If even the company name is made up, who's responsible?

Wait, why can't they find a girl to experiment on? Are you

kidding me? Being ignored and feeling invisible is one thing, but being treated as a weirdo and pointed at is something
I absolutely refuse to accept. Compared to believing in
a device with such a strange name as the "Fully Automated Forced Hypnotic Command Introducing Device v2.78," I care more about my stable high school life for the next two years.

And just as I was racking my brains, deeply conflicted, a hand suddenly landed on my shoulder.

The fear and trepidation I felt at that moment are indescribable; if I had to describe it, it would probably
be ten times the feeling of being caught reading a novel in class by the teacher.

In short, I was in a state of extreme panic, almost dropping the fully automatic forced hypnosis
instruction importer v2.78 I was holding.

Ugh, saying "fully automatic forced hypnosis instruction importer v2.78" every time seems a bit tedious,
so I'll just call it "hypnosis device" from now on.

Almost instinctively, I put the hypnosis device in my pocket before
turning my head as normally as possible.

"Oh, it's you, senior! Don't scare me."

Yes, the girl who turned to face me was the only person outside my class I knew during high school
, a senior, Nie Xin.

Honestly, even I was surprised by this fact;
it's unbelievable that I knew someone in my grade—no, I should say someone outside my class.

But that's probably just Nie Xin's personality.

Generally, if you bump into someone while rushing, you just apologize when you leave. Only she
would specifically find my class afterward and come to apologize.

After that, various things happened, and in short, we became acquainted and would greet each other when we met at school, but
that was all.

"I saw you sneaking around here all by yourself, so I came to check. What are you doing?"

To this question, I could only scratch my head and try to brush it off. "Haha, nothing much. I was bored
during lunch break , so I came out for a stroll."

"Coming out for a stroll? That's suspicious... Zhang Yi... As far as I know, you
never leave your seat unless absolutely necessary. Also, were you carrying something in your hand just now?"

Looking at the senior's smiling face, I couldn't help but curse her 5.1 vision. "Nothing,
nothing worth seeing."

However, my weak explanation seemed to have the opposite effect, instead piquing the senior's curiosity. "Hmm,
you won't let me see? That's suspicious. Did you bring something you can't show to school?"

Seeing the senior almost pounce on me to search my pockets, I couldn't help but sigh. Once she got into this state,
she would never stop until she got to the bottom of things. Just like the time she bumped into me, she really
went through class by class to find me.

So I only had two choices: first, let her
search my pocket for the hypnotic device and its packaging; second, I could take the hypnotic device out myself, but leave the packaging in my pocket. Thinking about it carefully,
this hypnotic device, judging from its appearance, really didn't have anything shameful about it.

"Okay, okay, I'll show you."

Hearing this, the senior immediately showed a smug smile. "That's a good girl, Xiao Yi... as
punishment , I'll..."

"Huh! I get punished for showing you?"

"Of course! You dared to deceive the great senior in the first place, but the punishment is too light." After saying that, she
even tapped my head.

"Let me think, then the punishment is for you to watch our sports team's game after school."

Hearing about this punishment, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This senior could sometimes come up with really, really
terrifying punishments.

By the way, she's not only a member of the sports team, but also the school's record holder for women's sprinting
. In other words, escaping from her is impossible.

"But is there a competition today?" It wasn't the first time I'd been asked to watch her competition, but those
were pretty big competitions, to the point that even I'd heard about them.

The senior replied casually, "It's the school's selection competition for next week's district sports meet." "

Hmm, that's pretty predictable, no fun at all. You'll definitely crush everyone else." "

It's not that simple. The new freshmen are all very strong, and I
haven't been . I haven't run my best time in a long time. So you have to come and watch for me, okay?
The more spectators, the better I can perform."

Since she'd said that much, I guess I'd have to go watch after school today.

However, I had achieved my goal. The main reason I wasted time rambling was to be able to
take the hypnotist out of its box from my pocket.

Trying to appear nonchalant, I took the hypnotist out of my pocket. "Here it is
."

The senior student curiously examined the hypnotist, even poking at the flashlight. "What? What's
this for?"

As she brought her eyes close to the flashlight, I suddenly realized something,
something : wasn't this senior student the perfect candidate to test the so-called hypnotist's authenticity?

With the mindset that failure wouldn't matter, I gently pressed the button on the hypnotist.

As the light at the front of the hypnotist illuminated, a new chapter in my life began.

As a writer of hypnosis stories, I had fantasized countless times about various scenarios of hypnotizing someone, but none
of included what was happening before my eyes.

Looking at the senior student's blank stare, both reason and emotion were telling me to quickly
release the button and pretend nothing had happened.

However, a completely opposite suggestion came from deep within me, an almost instinctive impulse that far surpassed
reason and emotion .

In that instant, I suddenly understood why I hadn't considered using my senior as a test
subject . I think it wasn't that I hadn't thought of it, but rather that I had deliberately avoided the idea, because I really didn't want to hurt
her, hurt the only person who had ever been so kind to me. Because I knew that if I really hypnotized her,
I absolutely, absolutely couldn't let go so easily.

Even though my mind was practically a complete mess, and even thinking had stopped, my mouth still
managed to utter the instructions I had prepared beforehand, word by word: "When you hear me say 'Dear Senior' to you, you
will completely believe everything I say."

Although I didn't know the authenticity of this so-called hypnosis device beforehand, I had still carefully considered
what kind of instructions would be most effective in just 20 seconds. Even if it was a prank, this idea could still be used
in my novel, that's roughly what I was thinking at the time.

Of the several command candidates I came up with, this one felt the most powerful, like "My wish
is to have countless wishes fulfilled." I was a little apprehensive about whether this kind of overpowered suggestion would actually work
.

As soon as I finished saying this, I released the button on the hypnosis device.

Although the light disappeared, my senior didn't immediately return to normal. Just as I started to worry, her
eyes finally regained their sparkle. "So what exactly was that?"

It seemed she didn't remember what happened during the flash. I carefully chose my words before replying,
"Dear senior, it's nothing to worry about."

"Oh, I see. Then let's ignore it." This senior, who always insisted on getting to the bottom of things
, had lost interest so quickly. Had the hypnotic command really worked? It seemed I needed to test it again.

"Dear senior, the Earth is actually flat." Hearing this, my senior didn't answer, but just
stared at me with a slightly strange look. Just

as I was nervously preparing to say that my previous comment was just a joke, my senior spoke up, "It does seem to be flat, but why are you suddenly bringing this up?" 　　Could she really overturn such common sense? I felt a wave of dizziness, followed by fear. This hypnotic device was probably far beyond my imagination. This secret absolutely cannot be revealed to otherwise… I couldn't help but shudder. 　　Right, I need to cancel this suggestion now; it might cause trouble if someone finds out. 　　"Dear senior, the Earth is actually round." This time, my senior immediately reacted, "Yes, it is round. Why are you saying such strange things today?" 　　Once again, I hesitated. If it was just an experiment with the hypnosis device's performance, this was more than enough, and I should be able to stop now, but the deep-seated desire within me prevented me from simply turning away. 　　Seeing my silence, the senior emphasized one last time, "Anyway, you absolutely have to come after school. If I lose because you didn't come, I'll definitely not forgive you." 　　"Hmm, I feel like the cause-and-effect relationship in your statement is really problematic." 　　"Any objections? Losing might affect my guaranteed admission, you know. Punishing you like this is too lenient ." 　　To this, I could only silently complain in my heart, "That's not the problem." 　　But the senior's words made me think of something. If it was for the senior, then hypnotizing her would be possible right? This excuse was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. My reason and emotions were completely overwhelmed by my instinctive craving. 　　Thanks to my years of immersion in hypnotic novels, I didn't need to think much; I knew exactly what to do. "Hey, dear senior, I have an ability that can greatly enhance a person's physical abilities." 　　The senior, who was about to leave, heard this and her eyes lit up with excitement. "Such a thing exists! Tell me!" 　　"This ability is only for me. Do I need to use it on you?"

"Of course, hurry up."

"Okay, dear senior, what I'm about to do is simply to use this ability.
Don't resist, otherwise you won't improve your physical strength, and it might even decrease it."

"Okay, I know, hurry up and start." "Then close your eyes first." Senior obediently closed
her eyes .

Looking closely, if Senior calmed down, she would definitely be considered a beauty. Is it really okay to do this to her?
I gave up thinking and followed my instinctive desire, bringing my face close.

When our lips touched, I could clearly feel Senior's body tremble slightly, but probably because my
previous command took effect, she didn't resist, and didn't even open her eyes.

Needless to say, this was obviously my first kiss, and I had absolutely no kissing skills. I simply
pressed my mouth against Senior's full lips.

It was a feeling I couldn't describe. In terms of physical senses, there was only the soft touch of her lips
and the faint fragrance in my nose. This level was far from pleasurable. But it was these things that made my
brain feel... My mind went blank, filled only by the frantic pounding of my heart
. I couldn't even hear the call of the beast within me.

When I came to my senses, I was already tightly embracing my senior, but that was all. I
didn't know what I had originally intended to do, but once I truly came to my senses, I remembered that I
was still on campus, and not in a secluded place at all; someone could pass by at any moment. Although the school didn't explicitly
prohibit dating, being caught like this would still cause all sorts of problems.

Thinking of this, all the chaotic thoughts in my mind, whether lust or anything else,
instantly cooled down, and I immediately released my senior's body.

After a while, my senior tentatively asked, "Is that okay?"

After a period of calm, I also calmed down a bit. I was just blinded by greed; I shouldn't
do anything else, I kept telling myself.

"Yeah, it's okay now."

My senior opened her eyes and simply looked at her body with excited eyes, without mentioning what had just happened,
which made me breathe a sigh of relief.

Although I didn't know much about my senior's dating history, I felt she wasn't at
the point where she could be so nonchalant about kissing. I really wanted to know how she viewed what had just happened.

I didn't dare ask, so I just secretly observed her. At least on the surface, her attitude and tone
of voice seemed unchanged from before.

"Since you're all better, I'll be going now. I have training later. Remember
to come watch the match after school."

Watching her hurried departure, it didn't seem like my senior's style. Maybe I was just overthinking it.

Despite her repeated reminders, I still didn't go to watch the sports team's match.
I only heard about the match from others afterward.

Apparently, a huge crowd had come. Without a doubt, half of them were invited by my senior, and the other half
came the first half.

The first time she invited me to watch her match, to be honest, I was a little excited, wondering
if she had feelings for me. But when I got there, I realized it wasn't like that at all.
People from almost every class across the three grades had come. Her connections at the school were incredibly extensive.

As for the competition results, she unsurprisingly won first place. While her score didn't match her personal best
, it still far surpassed the second-place finisher.
I was very curious about how much of this was due to hypnosis and how much was due to the large audience.

Perhaps asking her directly would provide some insight, but I simply didn't have the courage to go. The same went for the previous competitions; it
wasn't that I wasn't interested in the competitions, but rather that I was genuinely afraid of seeing her. What exactly was I afraid of? Was it
the guilt of kissing her, the fear of discovering the hypnotic effect had worn off upon meeting her, or perhaps
both ? I wasn't entirely sure myself.

But there was a deeper fear, one I hadn't yet realized: I was afraid that if I saw her again,
I would use hypnosis to do something irreversible, whether to her or to myself.

For the past few days, I'd been practically hiding from her like a thief, turning and running away the moment I saw her in the distance several times.
It seems that because the district sports meet is approaching, my senior doesn't have much time to see me, so I've successfully avoided
meeting her so far.

But no matter how hard I try to avoid her, there's always a limit, especially for someone like my senior who won't back down
because of someone's coldness. So now I can only sigh silently at the piece of paper in front of me. The paper has
something written on it that doesn't match the neat handwriting at all: "After school, wait for me at the playground. If you dare not come again, you'll be
punished by heaven (smiley face)."

I have no idea what "punished by heaven" specifically refers to, but I can guess that it's
definitely terrible punishment. But even without that threat, I feel that if I keep running away, there are some things I still
have to face. It says after school, but I actually waited until quite late before I actually saw my senior. Looking around, there were hardly any people left

on the playground . 　　"Sorry to keep you waiting, training took longer than I expected." The senior standing in front of me was almost completely soaked. Although she was wiping away sweat with a towel, that small towel was hardly enough; the amount of training before the competition must have been enormous. 　　On the other hand, her sweat-soaked tracksuit perfectly outlined her body, clearly displaying the shapes of her breasts and hips . Whether those shapes were good or not, I wasn't really sure, but my body was reacting very honestly. To hide it, I subtly pulled down the hem of my shirt to cover my crotch. 　　However, the senior didn't seem to notice this at all. She glanced around warily, and after spotting some other , she led me straight to a corner. 　　I thought she would immediately ask why I hadn't come to watch her competition, but it seemed that wasn't the case . 　　"Xiao Yi, I have a question for you, and you have to answer me honestly. That day…"

Hearing my senior's serious tone, my heart skipped a beat. Had the hypnotic command failed? Had she realized she'd
been tricked? Was she taking me to this secluded corner to carry out a vigilante justice? A thousand questions flooded
my mind , and I even had an urge to immediately kneel down and beg for forgiveness.

"...Have you used your ability on anyone else?"

Huh? She still took that seriously? So the hypnotic command was still effective? Then why did she specifically come to find me at
this crucial ?

Seeing that I didn't answer, my senior asked again, this time with a much more urgent tone.

"Uh, no." Not quite understanding her purpose, I answered truthfully.

"Really? Then have you told anyone else about this?" This time her tone was incredibly serious,
making me a little nervous.

"No, no. Senior, you know I don't have any friends I can talk to about this kind of thing."

"That's true."

Hmm, even though I was the one who said it first, being so casually acknowledged was still incredibly hurtful.

After confirming this, the senior student fell silent again, simply leading the way. I didn't dare speak in this
eerie atmosphere, but I did figure out her destination: the sports equipment room. I
remembered it was usually locked, though.

When we reached the equipment room, the door was indeed closed. The senior student looked around to make sure no one was nearby,
then pulled out a key and unlocked the door.

Can students lend keys to the sports equipment room? I wondered as I followed her
inside. It was much darker inside than outside, but given the current season, with longer days and shorter nights, it
was still somewhat visible.

Seeing me enter, the senior student immediately closed the door again, acting all mysterious.

"Um, is something wrong?" Senior, do you know how nervous you're making me?

My senior just stared intently at me until I got a little creeped out, before she finally spoke, "Xiao Yi,
your abilities are truly amazing. The other day while running, I felt completely energized."

"Oh, I see. I'm glad you're satisfied."

It seems the power of hypnosis is even stronger than I imagined. While I'd seen online that self-hypnosis could unleash
one's potential, I never expected the suggestive commands from a hypnotic device to actually have such an effect.

After a moment's hesitation, my senior replied, "Wouldn't it be too greedy of me to say I'm not satisfied?"

Hmm, what was she dissatisfied with? Was she referring to the kissing part?

"I wish I could run faster. Right now, I'm the fastest in school, but at
the district and city sports meets, my current level is simply not good enough. This is my last year of high school, and
I hope to win at least one last competition." She gave a bitter smile. "It's
ironic, really. The more I think about it, the worse my running performance gets. Now, I feel like I
'm even worse than when I first entered high school. If it weren't for you, I definitely wouldn't have won that competition the other day."

Hearing this outpouring, I was a little lost. I'd never encountered anything
like this . Should I comfort her or encourage her?

On the other hand, I couldn't understand why she was telling me all this. Although we'd known each other for quite
a while, we weren't exactly at the level where we could confide in each other.

So I didn't reply, just continued listening.

"Since you used that ability on me, I've practiced many times. Although my grades have improved significantly,
and once I even came close to my best, it's still not enough. At this rate, I can only get
the same result as last year. I want to be faster, much faster."

I tentatively asked, "So, do you want me to... use the ability on you again?"

She countered, "Will that make me run faster?"

To this question, I could only remain silent. After all, the effectiveness of hypnosis wasn't something I could control.

Thinking about it carefully, if she followed my instructions and believed what I said, as long as I told her it would make her run faster,
she could probably run faster. However, hypnosis could only change her mindset; how fast she actually ran was still determined by
her body . Therefore, the enhancement brought by hypnosis had its limits. Had my senior reached her
limit yet?

Just as I was pondering this academic question, my senior couldn't wait any longer. "Is simply kissing
not enough? What else can I do to make the effect of the ability even stronger?"

Faced with my senior's forceful questioning, I panicked and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Seeing that I still didn't answer, my senior did something surprising, pushing me down onto
the mats piled behind her.

Completely confused about what she was trying to do, I instinctively tried to resist, but sadly, being someone who rarely exercised, I was
no match for my well-trained senior and was easily subdued.

"Senior, what are you trying to do?"

"Sorry, Xiao Yi, will this make your abilities even stronger?"

What exactly does that mean? Before I could even ask that question, I found myself speechless as
my senior's full lips kissed mine again. Before I could even react to this situation, a soft, warm
object slipped into my mouth. It wasn't until that object touched my tongue that I realized it was my senior
's tongue.

She probably thought that since kissing made her run faster, a further French kiss would definitely be even
more effective ; knowing her personality a little, I could roughly guess what she was thinking.

But at this point, my thoughts no longer mattered; control of my body had been taken over by my instinctive
desires . My tongue also invaded her mouth. Although it was my first time actually experiencing
French , I had seen it many times before, so I knew a little bit about how to do it. In comparison, my senior's
movements seemed very clumsy, and I took the initiative. Her soft, fragrant
tongue intertwined with mine under my guidance.

My senior probably didn't expect the so-called French kiss to be this intense. Her eyes widened, and she subconsciously
tried to lift her head. But for me, how could I possibly spit out the meat that was already in my mouth?

With each powerful suck, I felt not only her saliva but also her strength being drained
away. Normally, even two of me might not be able to hold her down, but her limp
body couldn't even break free of my arms.

This woman-on-top position was proving a bit too much for me. Without thinking, I
rolled over on the mat with her in my arms, this time pinning her beneath me.

Our bodies were pressed tightly together, and I could clearly feel the sensation on my chest.
Even through the fabric, the elasticity of her breasts was palpable.

My already hard penis grew even larger, pressing against her thigh. If she kicked me with her powerful leg at that
moment , it would be the end of me, but I wasn't
thinking about that at all; I was solely focused on sucking more delicious saliva from her mouth.

I don't know how much time passed, until my tongue felt almost useless, before I slowly raised my head.
When we parted, a glistening line of saliva still connected our lips.

My senior's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and her breathing was incredibly rapid. Her hair was disheveled on the mat, and
I was momentarily stunned by her appearance.

If I had been given more time, I probably would have calmed down and realized
what , if my senior hadn't asked that question.

"Want to... continue...?"

This was the first time I had heard my senior's timid and uneasy voice. It was hard to
associate it with the ever-energetic girl she was, but it was precisely this feeling of wanting to be bullied that further fueled my animalistic instincts.

Continue, what a good word, I couldn't help but think, completely driven by desire.

"Dear senior, what I'm about to do is necessary for the implementation of my abilities. You must follow my
instructions and do not resist, otherwise you'll never be able to run fast." I deliberately threatened her, hoping that this
would make her obedient. If I saw myself an hour ago, I probably would
n't recognize myself at all. That sinister aura is enough to send chills down my spine.

"Dear senior, take off your clothes first, it'll affect my abilities."

"Take off, take off your clothes..." The senior gently bit her lip. "Do I really have to take them off?"

"Dear senior, you can run faster after you take off your clothes. Besides, it's perfectly normal for you to take off your
clothes , there's no need to feel shy."

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then frowned and said, "It seems so, it's
perfectly normal for me to take off my clothes in front of Xiaoyi."

She slowly took off her sportswear, and when her bra was unhooked, her breasts, which had been restrained, suddenly
sprang out. The amazing elasticity left me speechless.

Trembling, I placed my hand on her firm breasts, and an indescribable sensation
came from my palm. The feeling through the clothes was already incredibly arousing, but the actual touch was even more
amazing . It was unbelievably elastic; you could feel the strong elasticity just by pressing down a little.

As I continued to knead her breasts, my senior's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed. She seemed about to speak
, but in the end, she said nothing, simply closing her eyes and silently enduring it. Didn't she know that this appearance would
only further tempt me to commit a crime?

After kneading for a while, I finally had the mind to properly examine the parts of my senior's body other than her breasts.

Healthy tanned skin, a slender waist, a cute belly button, long legs, combined with my senior's
delicate face, I couldn't help but swallow hard. The thought of having this beautiful body at my disposal
made me completely abandon all thoughts of reason and morality.

Driven by the raging lust within me, I pounced on my senior.

"Ugh, wait..." Before the startled senior could finish her protest, my lips sealed hers.

At the same time, I roughly spread my senior's legs apart with my hands, my mind filled with thoughts of how to devour this delicate body
. Although I knew that foreplay was very important, I had no interest in doing so and
directly thrust my already hard penis forward.

After several attempts, I still couldn't find the entrance. Even with a woman's elastic body, it still
hurt a bit to hit her like that. This made me a little more sober, at least enough to say a few words to comfort the panicked
girl .

"Dear senior, what I'm about to do is all normal. Although it will hurt a little, there's
nothing to be afraid of."

Hearing this, the delicate body beneath me gradually stopped trembling.

Guided by my hands, I aimed my penis at that small entrance, and then slowly pushed my hips, squeezing
the tip in little by little.

My senior let out a small moan, which only fueled my inner beast.

Come to think of it, a woman's vagina is really tight; you can't imagine it unless you've experienced sex. My senior was
probably still a virgin; every inch of her vaginal walls seemed to be rejecting me, the intruder
, tightly enveloping my glans without a single gap. I could only get a small portion of my glans in before I felt I couldn't
go any further .

It was then that I understood the importance of foreplay, but at this point
, I couldn't afford to bother with it. My desire was screaming, leaving no room for hesitation.

I smeared some of my saliva on my glans and immediately began my second assault.

Perhaps because the saliva was effective, this time it was much smoother. It didn't take much effort to insert the entire glans
into her vagina. There seemed to be a slight resistance, but it passed right through. The shy blush on my senior's face
had been completely replaced by an expression of pain. Although she tried not to make a sound, it was
clear she was in great pain. But at this moment, I couldn't care less about my senior's feelings; only the thought of going deeper remained in my mind
.

Taking a deep breath, I held my senior's body steady and thrust my hips forward with all my might, penetrating her deep vagina completely
.

"Ugh!!" My senior's body arched, trembling uncontrollably as she gasped for breath
, tears welling in her eyes.

Only after I was fully inside did I realize I had seriously underestimated the tightness of her vagina; it was still...
Like a living thing, it clung to my penis, its taut, taut vaginal walls contracting as if trying to burst it
, leaving me momentarily unable to move.

Only when the pain subsided did the muscles in her vagina gradually relax, allowing me
to slowly thrust in and out.

Before, when my penis was tightly gripped, I could only feel pain; now, with the slight relaxation, I began
to experience the pleasure. Her vagina writhed and twisted incessantly,
gripping my penis tightly whether I was thrusting in or out, bringing immense pleasure that masturbation could never compare to.

After only a dozen or so thrusts, a surge of urge to ejaculate welled up. Although I had heard that a virgin's
first time was often quick, I hadn't expected it to be this fast. Driven by male pride, I suppressed this urge and
continued the piston-like motion.

After another dozen or so thrusts, this time I truly couldn't hold back. Without thinking, I thrust my hips forward, and
my surging desire erupted.

It took me a while to recover from the ecstasy of ejaculation.

Exhausted and panting, the desire gradually subsided, and reason once again took over.

Beneath me, my senior lay weakly on the mat, panting, her pale face contorted in pain.
God , I had done something so terrible to her. Why? I didn't mean to hurt her.

I quickly withdrew my now-limp penis from her vagina, but even that caused her to furrow her brow.
The shrunken penis scraping against her vaginal walls caused her such pain; it was unimaginable
how much pain the force of my thrusts had caused her. A wave

of intense guilt suffocated me. As a normal man, I had, of course, fantasized about
having a relationship beyond friendship with a beautiful woman like my senior, but never like this. While this
doesn't quite qualify as rape, it's close. I deceived my senior and took her virginity; how am I
supposed to face her now?

Although I love hypnosis novels and have read and even written many
stories about —many scenes far more tragic than this—writing is one thing, witnessing
someone I know suffer under hypnosis is quite another. I couldn't help but feel terrified of the
small , and also deeply terrified of myself using it.

But more important than anything else was what to do next. While my senior
was unconscious, there were many things I could only do now.

If this were a novel, the protagonist would definitely have her use her mouth to clean his limp penis before
resuming his vigor and launching a second round of conquest. But reality isn't a novel; how could I let my senior
suffer any more pain?

Looking at my senior's disheveled lower body, I quickly grabbed some tissues to clean her up. It was then that I saw her vagina
clearly . Her pubic hair had probably been trimmed, leaving only a sparse
triangle above her vulva; the rest was shaved clean, so the vulva was clearly visible. Her two pink labia
were swollen, revealing a tiny opening, no bigger than a little finger, from which thick, white fluid mixed with traces
of blood continuously gushed.

Although I had seen various images of female vulvas online, this was the first time I
had seen one , and the impact far exceeded that of a few two-dimensional pictures. It was hard to believe that my penis
had been inside such a small hole just moments before.

Carefully avoiding the swollen areas, I gently wiped away the gushing semen with a tissue, now somewhat worried
about pregnancy. I had irresponsibly ejaculated without a condom; I was truly a beast completely controlled by desire,
ejaculating without even considering such a possibility.

Noticing that my senior was slowly coming to her senses, I felt this issue needed immediate attention, as it concerned
her future.

"Dear senior, you must answer my questions honestly now."

"Okay." The senior, still somewhat dazed, gave an almost inaudible reply.

"When was your last period?"

"About, last month... about twenty days ago."

I calculated it using my knowledge and couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. If it had been a few days earlier, she might have been in her
fertile window.

Having ruled out the worst-case scenario, I calmed down a bit and was able to think carefully about
how take responsibility for the senior.

I cautiously asked, "Do you have a boyfriend, senior?"

"No."

Hearing this answer, I felt my heart leap, no less violently than
when we made love earlier. I... I could be the senior's boyfriend, and then marry her. That way, I could take responsibility for her
. Thinking of this possibility, I couldn't help but feel my mouth go dry.

"Senior, how do you... feel about me?"

As long as the senior showed even the slightest sign of liking me, I would definitely give her lifelong happiness, I
secretly vowed in my heart.

But my senior's answer was like a bucket of cold water. "An interesting junior."

I couldn't help but press, "Then would you be willing to date me?"

"Hmm... never mind."

Heartbroken? Regretful? Disappointed? What words could express my current feelings?
Could this relationship, which ended before it even began, be described as a breakup?

Of course, with my hypnotic abilities, I had more options. Whether it was making my senior fall in love with me
or making her my girlfriend, I could do it if I wanted to, but what would be the point?
Was it not enough to play with her body? Did I have to continue toying with her soul as well?

Although she never liked me, she had taken care of me in many ways and was one of the few
people in the world who were good to me. How could I bear to do such a terrible thing to her?

A thousand thoughts intertwined in my mind, and after a moment, I made my final decision.

"Senior, do you know what we were just doing?"

Hearing this question, the senior hesitated for a moment, then stammered, "We were...we were having sex
."

"No, dear senior, we weren't having sex just now..."

After much persuasion, I finally convinced my senior that what we had just done was not sex, and the earlier French kiss
was not a real kiss either; it was all just a necessary step in implementing my ability, so she was still a virgin
.

My solution was to pretend none of this had happened. Although it seemed
irresponsible , I felt it was better to keep it from her than to let her know the truth.
It's not uncommon for female athletes to experience hymen rupture due to intense training, so this loss of virginity shouldn't be discovered. All she
needed to know was that she had accepted my ability and could run faster than before; as for anything more, I
would make it up to her in other ways later.

So, when she fully regained consciousness, the first thing she did was thank me, thanking me for using my "ability" on her
again . I could only accept this with a complicated expression, hoping she
would never know the truth.

Although the pain in her lower body was unavoidable—she grimaced in pain after just a few steps when she stood up,
and couldn't train for the next day or two—
I was relieved to see her back in top form before the competition, as cheerful, lively, and full of energy as usual.

Just as we finished dressing and were about to leave, she suddenly asked, "Xiao Yi, how long will
this ability last? The district sports meet is still ten days away. Do you need to do it again before then?"

What is considered taboo, if broken without punishment, ceases to be taboo. And what is considered
a person, once changed, for better or worse, big or small, whether regretted or not, can never return to their former self.

What happened in the sports equipment room today had a far more profound impact on me than I had imagined.
Therefore, when I heard "do it again," a terrifying
thought , and I accepted it without much hesitation.

"Let's do it again. It shouldn't matter if we do it again, right? We've already done it
, and my senior doesn't know it's sex. She won't notice if we do it again. Besides, it might strengthen her
trust she might even be able to run faster because of it. In short, it won't do her any harm." Unconsciously, the
rising desire once again suppressed reason—no, this time it should be said that it merged with reason.

I smiled and said to my senior, "Dear senior, using this ability once will allow you to discover
your full potential for a week and run at your fastest speed. Just come find me then."

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