Senior Sister Jiarong (Virgin Senior Sister)

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Senior Sister Jia Rong
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Chapter 1
Since I entered university, Senior Sister Jia Rong has always been my goddess. In fact, she's a beauty of the department's most beautiful girl, the object of every junior's fantasy.
She has a dignified and beautiful face, bright big eyes, long, straight, smooth hair, fair skin, a height of nearly 1.7 meters, a slender and exquisite figure, and what I estimate to be a C-cup. Her personality is gentle and kind, low-key and easily shy. Besides always carrying books, she has also practiced piano and flute to the point where she could hold solo recitals. My impression of her is that of a well-behaved girl who exudes the special temperament of a musician.
Many people have mustered up the courage to pursue her, but Senior Sister is conservative. After her first relationship ended in heartbreak, she hasn't accepted anyone else.
Now my chance has come. She's my teaching assistant for a multimedia course I'm taking, and we have to demo an assignment every two weeks. Sometimes she even covers for the professor. I've tried to pay attention in class and perform well, but to her, I'm still just one of many juniors. I'm just an ordinary person with no particular hobbies. I usually just browse erotic literature online in my free time, so it's obvious I don't have the qualities to match her. Somehow, I started thinking about mind control. This idea terrified me, but deep down, I felt a perverse excitement. I couldn't help but imagine her kneeling and calling me "master," and my wicked thoughts grew stronger.
But here's the problem: how do you hypnotize someone? I have absolutely no idea, and I don't even believe it's real. I think hypnosis shows are all staged, and hypnosis articles are just fabrications by enthusiasts. I truly believe that. However, I still spent the whole night searching for hypnosis websites, and almost none of them were legitimate. Some contained hidden malware, some sold pirated DVDs, and some were paid membership porn sites. Spending the whole night looking at this pointless stuff made me very discouraged and want to give up. But just when I was about to give up, I found a decent-looking hypnotist forum.
According to the website's guide, the administrator was a professional hypnotist, and the forum was full of people with hypnotic abilities exchanging hypnosis experiences. I searched for half an hour, and it seemed that hypnosis had a complete theory, but it was too profound for me to understand. Finally, I decided to post a question myself. Asking such a question on a website was too embarrassing, and I didn't expect anyone to respond. It was a pipe dream for someone who knew nothing about hypnosis to want to control a girl they didn't know well.
However, when I woke up in the morning, there were more than a dozen replies. Although everyone was replying very seriously and enthusiastically, only three of them were written in plain language that I, being rather slow-witted, could understand.
The Flying Mammoth said, "If your skills aren't very deep, it's best to use something to relax the target, like alcohol, aromatherapy oils, soft music, etc. Or you could get some sedatives or ether, but a complete knockout won't work. A light dose to leave her in a semi-conscious state is best."
Deep Sleep said, "A girl's natural weakness is her sex appeal. When you gently hold her..." She'll feel warmth and trust. When you gently touch her, she'll naturally relax and become compliant. If you can bring her to orgasm, the post-orgasmic trance is somewhat similar to hypnosis. People with good hypnotic sensitivity are more likely to accept advice this way. These are all girls' instincts, everyone has them to some extent. As long as you can eliminate the rationality that suppresses these instincts..."
The mischievous stationmaster said, "If you can play her an audio or video file, I can add some stuff to the file to influence her subconscious. I guarantee there will be no side effects, but the instructions can't be too long. If you trust me, I can help you."
This assignment happened to be creating a 30-second flash animation, and the senior insisted on watching my animation.
However, the video was too short, so I could only squeeze in two instructions: first, to come to the top floor of the department building at midnight (I couldn't let her do that while everyone was queuing for demos), and second, to temporarily enhance her sensitivity when touched. In other words, I still had to rely on myself for the main hypnosis program.
At midnight, I lay in ambush on the backlit side of the rooftop exit, clutching a handkerchief stained with ether. I'd bought it for 300 yuan from an old acquaintance in the chemistry department; he certainly knew how to rip people off. The senior's figure appeared at the exit, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. This proved the stationmaster hadn't lied to me; hypnosis was real.
But now that the opportunity was here, I hesitated. If I failed, I'd be in jail. I'd worked so hard to get into this prestigious department; I didn't want to end up on the front page of the news…
Chapter Two
Looking at the senior's graceful figure, her alluring hair fluttering in the wind, I finally decided to make my move. Suddenly, I unexpectedly wrapped my left arm around her waist while simultaneously covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief in my right hand. Unexpectedly, she reacted quickly, holding her breath and glancing to her left and back out of the corner of her eye. Instinctively, I nervously turned my head to the right, only to be stomped on hard with my left foot. The pain almost made me cry out. Taking advantage of the slight loosening of her grip, she quickly lowered her body, preparing to thrust backward. This move was definitely not something she'd learned in self-defense; I'd really bitten off more than I could chew.
In a moment of panic, I reflexively pinched her nipple hard with my left hand. I felt her body tremble slightly, and with a soft moan, she inhaled a large amount of ether. After struggling for a few moments, her body went limp. Remembering my friend's advice not to let her become too unconscious, I laid her flat on the ground. Her eyes were half-closed, her small hands clenched into fists as if she still wanted to resist, but she couldn't move at all. Now, how to proceed? The station manager said that since I had no experience, I could only rely on my intuition and try to relax her. If that didn't work, I would have to completely drug her and then escape.
After making up my mind, I tried to calm my nervousness and began to gently caress her with my hands. Even if the hypnosis failed, I would still have this good fortune. Today, my senior was wearing a thin short-sleeved t-shirt and a knee-length denim skirt, which allowed me to easily touch most of her body. I first gently combed her hair with my hands, then moved down from her cheeks, over her shoulders, arms, breasts, lower abdomen, thighs, and calves, and then back down from her cheeks. At first, my senior's body was a little stiff, and she tried hard to open her eyes. However, after I persistently caressed her for about ten minutes, my senior's expression gradually became more and more dazed. She squinted her eyes and breathed heavily, and her fair skin began to turn a faint red.
I gently hugged my senior, kissed her lips, and licked her pink neck. My senior seemed to enjoy it, and her body became lighter and lighter, letting out soft moans. Then I focused on her chest, gently massaging the edges of her breasts, and slowly circling her areolas with my palms. My senior's body writhed restlessly, her hands groping on the ground. It seemed the drug's effects were starting to wear off; she was gradually regaining her strength. I wondered when she would wake up. I felt I should start talking to her—no, I should escape as soon as possible. I increased the pressure of my massage, and then, mimicking lines from a hypnosis article, lowered my voice and said,
"Jiarong, you feel warm and languid all over, a very happy feeling. You want to relax even more, to truly experience these feelings, to not think about anything. You like this comfortable feeling; you just want to relax deeper and deeper. The more relaxed you are, the more comfortable you feel, and the more comfortable you feel, the more relaxed you become. You feel more and more comfortable now, right?"
"Mmm…" my senior only responded softly. I should try harder.
"You feel endless relaxation, falling continuously, as if your body has lost gravity and is falling into darkness. Warm flames burn inside your body, and your body slowly melts like ice under the sun. Your consciousness melts away along with your body. You can't do anything but listen to my voice."
"..." I was surprised to find that my senior's body had lost its strength again, and her expression became very intoxicated.
"Jiarong, now only my voice remains in the whole world. You can only hear me. You feel you should obey my instructions. My words seem to come from your heart. When you obey this voice, you will feel unprecedented joy and satisfaction. Now I want you to fall into a deeper, deeper sleep, and completely open your heart to me. If you understand, answer me."
"Yes... I will... obey."
I actually managed to get her to comply. I felt incredibly happy. I stopped rubbing her breasts and looked at them, which were still rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. Even through her bra and thin clothes, I could still see her nipples proudly erect. Her expression was serene and peaceful. She was unaware that she had fallen into a very bad situation.
However, after the euphoria, my mind was particularly calm. After all, I was a top student who got into a prestigious university, and I didn't become arrogant because of my current success. I didn't dare to directly order her to become my slave, because there were examples of people who suddenly sobered up when they clashed with their true nature. I decided to follow the original plan and indirectly coerce her with my sexual desire. I had also prepared a secret weapon for this.
Chapter 3
"Jiarong, you can open your eyes, but your mind is still asleep. You feel you don't need to be wary of me. You can freely remove your top and skirt; it will make you feel more relaxed and free."
"Yes..." The senior stared blankly at the night sky, clumsily taking off her coat and denim skirt. She lay there comfortably, completely unaware of my greedy gaze, carefully admiring her flawless body.
I noticed a small wet patch on her cotton panties, indicating that I had succeeded halfway.
I gently traced the shape of her labia with one finger through the fabric, and the senior's body trembled slightly in rhythm, revealing a pained expression.
"Jiarong, answer my question, how many times have you had sexual experience?"
"Twice..." Even her voice trembled slightly.
"How long has it been since you last had one?"
"About... three years... I guess..." Her voice became increasingly ethereal.
"Do you usually masturbate?"
"No... no... umm..." Her moans were tinged with sobs.
I pressed my index and middle fingers together gently against the cleft, and immediately a large amount of sticky fluid secreted out. The small water stains quickly spread across the entire crotch of her pants, making my fingers sticky and slippery as well. Because of the second suggestion from the video call, her body was still very sensitive.
"Do you like sex?"
"No... I... I don't know..." What a dishonest slave.
I directly spread open her panties and gently inserted two fingers into her secret place. My senior's expression gradually became very lewd.
"So do you like me playing with your body like this?"
"Ah... I... Ee... Ee ee"
My senior's moans became higher and higher, and she could no longer answer the question properly. She must be about to climax.
I continued to add fuel to the fire by increasing the speed of my thrusts, teasing her clitoris with the pad of my thumb, and roughly pinching my senior's breasts with my left hand, pulling her nipples. I felt the force of my senior's contractions increase, and she tightly sucked on my fingers.
"Jiarong, you're experiencing unprecedented pleasure right now. You can't resist it, you can't hold back anymore, you feel like you're about to climax." (Actually, I feel like I'm about to climax too... I really admire how long I can hold on.)
"Ah... ahh... ahhh..." My senior subconsciously swayed her slender waist to meet my fingers, ecstatically releasing her pent-up emotions. Her body was ready to climax.
"But you can't. Only Master can make you climax." I think the smile on my face at this moment must be incredibly smug.
"Eek... no... no!" she pleaded pitifully, swaying her waist even more violently, but this only made her feel worse.
"Just admit you're my slave, and you'll climax. Tell me, Jia Rong, who are you?"
"Ah... I am... I... Ugh... I can't do this..."
"Jia Rong, listen, the more you endure, the more pleasure will accumulate."
"Eeeeeee... Waaaaaah!" She still eagerly responded to my fingers, her juices dripping all over the floor, tears streaming down her delicate face, but she refused to give in no matter what, enduring for two minutes. Although I was having a lot of fun, I figured I should finish this sooner rather than later, especially since my senior was screaming so loudly. In the end, I had to use my secret weapon, but taking this out meant it was all over. It was a remote-controlled vibrator. I turned the vibration to the maximum and pressed my palm against my senior's vulva. Instantly, her body convulsed violently, her whole body curling up and convulsing, and she immediately surrendered.
"Eeeeeaah... Master... Master... Ahhh... Ah uh... Uh..." It really makes you climax, but you can't scream anymore.
The intense climax continued, and then my senior lay exhausted on the ground, her lips still twitching slowly. I couldn't hold on any longer, so I ejaculated on her bra. But the work wasn't over yet. My senior was still experiencing the afterglow of her climax, her mind and body completely lost. This was the perfect time to give her a permanent suggestion.
"Jiarong, can you hear me?"
"Yes... Master."
"When you wake up, you won't remember anything. You'll only feel that I'm easy to get along with and don't mind being close to me. But although your thoughts are free, your body will subconsciously obey your master. And when you're close to climax, your body can escape my control, but your will will remember your master and obey him. Remember, when your master caresses you, he will give you a hundred times the pleasure. Only your master can give you an orgasm. When I call your name, you will understand that you must obey."
"Yes... I understand."
Then, I did a little test. I gently rubbed my senior's clitoris, and she immediately reached a sharp orgasm, collapsing to the ground in a daze. The test results were very satisfactory. Of course, most importantly, I want to thank the website administrator and everyone else for their help.
"Jiarong, get dressed, go home, take a shower, and get a good night's sleep. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll only feel happy and energetic, and you won't notice anything unusual about your body."
Chapter 4
In the following days, I often visited my senior's lab, but it was just to tease her. I didn't want to keep bullying her. I'd wait until I suddenly felt like it... For example, today, my senior was wearing a floral chiffon top and a long skirt, looking particularly charming. So don't blame me for being mischievous; it's really itching to use my power.
"Senior, I'm so bored, let's play a game."
"Hmm, but I'm so busy, can we do it another day?" She was buried in a pile of experimental data.
"Come on, it'll be over in ten minutes."
"Okay, what should we play?"
"Hey, I want to play the King's Game."
"Hmm? What's that? I don't know how to play..." My senior looked puzzled.
"I'll demonstrate first, like this... Jia Rong, turn off the lab lights."
The senior student unconsciously walked to the door, turned off the light, and sat back down in her chair. Her face was a little pale, as if she had been frightened.
"Jiarong, take off your coat." As soon as she finished speaking, her beautiful thin shirt fell to the ground.
"No...why!?" Now she was truly terrified, covering her chest with her hands, her eyes pleading.
"Jiarong, gently caress yourself, make yourself feel good."
Her hands, which were originally meant to cover herself, gently slid over her full breasts. I didn't do anything, just looked at her. Her eyes became more and more moist, her small mouth slightly open as she breathed, but she still tried her best to keep quiet.
"Jiarong, you can caress your private area through your skirt...yes, like that, it feels good, more and more good, your rationality is slowly fading, you feel so lonely, so needy."
"Mmm...ahhh...mmm..." She began to enjoy it, not caring that I was watching, her movements became more and more intense.
"Senior, you're so lewd, how can you do this in front of your junior?" I suddenly wanted to play a prank.
"Huh? I... oh... I didn't... oh!" Unexpectedly, upon hearing my words, she suddenly jumped as if electrocuted, tumbling to the ground with the chair. She became unusually excited, frantically rubbing her petals under her skirt. Her reaction startled me. I stared in disbelief, then suddenly it dawned on me. Could it be that beneath her pure and conservative personality lay a hidden desire to be abused, something she desperately didn't want to admit? That's why it took so much effort to get her to call me "master."
"Oh, actually, you really want someone to bully you, don't you, senior?"
"Oh... no... no..." Although she said no, her hands worked even harder, and a soft, wet sound came from under her skirt. This wasn't caused by my command; she was simply aroused by the humiliating words, triggering a deep-seated desire within her. Her buttocks arched high, clearly on the verge of orgasm... but she couldn't.
"Eek... Master... I want Master..." Her body twisted in agony, her voice frantic. I stepped forward and placed my hands on her shoulders.
"Jia Rong, look at me closely. Do you recognize me?"
"Ahhh... Master... Please... Please..."
I looked at her tenderly, gently tracing her nipple with my fingernail. She couldn't help but climax, clinging tightly to me.
Jia Rong remained motionless in my arms, her delicate fragrance surrounding me. The smooth touch of her skin captivated me. When I asked her to help me ejaculate, she would obediently prop herself up, bowing her head to serve me diligently. This was a scene I could never even dream of before. Back then, a mere glance from my senior could make me happy all day. But suddenly, I realized this wasn't the outcome I wanted. I only possessed half of her now. Normally, she strongly resisted being enslaved. I needed to open her heart. I wanted all of her, whether as "senior" or "Jia Rong," I wanted it all.
I deeply regret giving that strange instruction when I was being playful. My senior subconsciously exploited this, splitting herself in two, retaining her stubborn, defiant self. She's such a clever girl; now we're back to square one… It seems like she's developed a split personality. My suggestion wasn't meant to make her like this, but I don't know how to get her to reconcile the two halves; it might require many attempts. I dare not use
hypnosis to force "my senior" to do anything she doesn't want to do, otherwise it might become even more complicated. To be honest, I know absolutely nothing about hypnosis. I need to find other ways to make her willingly submit.
"Jiarong, listen carefully. Now return to your slumbering state in your memory and remember my hints. When you sleep at night, you will dream of being helplessly manipulated. Remember this feeling well. Don't resist it with your moral compass; listen to the true voice in your heart. When you wake up from the dream, you won't remember the content of the dream, but the feeling of being bullied will remain in your heart. After you get dressed, sit back at the table and return to your surface personality. She won't know what just happened; she'll only focus on the experimental records before I arrived. You can start getting dressed now."
Chapter 5
The next morning, during the DSP midterm exam, my phone rang in my backpack. The proctoring assistant angrily took it away and turned it off. When the exam ended, I saw three missed calls on my phone, all from Jiarong. I called back, but no one answered. I rushed to the lab but didn't see her. I wandered around the area and called again. Finally, I heard a familiar triad at the end of the corridor. The innermost part was the tea room, but the water dispenser had been broken for a long time… …No one usually came here.
Jia Rong sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, her hands gripping a bottle of toner, using the bottle opening to stimulate herself. Her hands trembled so much she could barely hold the bottle. Her white t-shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to her fragrant body and becoming slightly translucent, revealing her full breasts. Her gauze skirt was torn to shreds, and her vaginal fluids had pooled on the floor like a small puddle, the outer edge almost dry. Her Hello Kitty phone lay nearby, still playing ringtones.
She looked truly pathetic; it was the first time I'd ever seen her like this, worse than when she first underwent my hypnosis. About 80 minutes had passed since her phone rang during the exam, and she'd been hanging in this state of near-ejaculation for so long. Her strength must be waning now. I felt a pang of unease; had I turned my goddess into this?… When she saw me, she opened her mouth but lacked the strength to speak, only gazing at me with dependent eyes.
I thought I should help her release her pent-up emotions first. I placed my erection between her breasts through her clothes, took her hands and placed them on her breasts. She immediately understood and squeezed with her last bit of strength. I gently moved and rubbed her, and she quickly released. She moaned in a daze, her body stiffening for a moment before going limp again, her sweet voice slightly hoarse. Of course, the first thing I did was pour her a large glass of water; she had been dehydrated for some time.
"Ugh... Master... Ugh..."
The first thing she did after regaining her senses was to hug me and cry, not a loud wail but a soft sob, which broke my heart. I gently stroked Jia Rong's back, trying to soothe her emotions. I really felt bad for her this time. I should reconsider the personality integration issue more carefully. The first thing to do is to undo last night's suggestion; it would be terrible if she was aroused and couldn't find me.
"Jiarong, listen carefully, you won't dream about being bullied anymore when you sleep at night."
But she didn't respond. I don't know if she was too tired or what. I lifted her head so she could look at me, and wiped the droplets of sweat or tears from her face. The look in her eyes was still that same dependent look.
"Jiarong, do you understand? Answer me if you understand."
"I love you, Master!" A shy yet firm confession, but it wasn't the answer I expected. I felt the situation was getting out of my control.
In the days that followed, I tried some other methods, but things became increasingly strange.
"Jiarong" seemed to have developed another kind of faint affection for me besides obedience. When I played with her, she always liked to hug me and beg me to kiss her. And "Senior Sister's" attitude towards me was even stranger. Sometimes she would look at me with a dreamy look, blush inexplicably, but if I got too close to her, she would jump away in fright. I knew very well that it wasn't because of shyness; she was afraid of me! She started to deliberately avoid being alone with me. I was certain that I had erased the memories of the surface personality each time, so this shouldn't be happening.
I'm not used to this change. Things seem to be spiraling out of control, and I can no longer manage everything. They're always doing things I didn't plan. I'm starting to wonder if I've made a mistake. How could I have turned my senior into this? Wasn't the reason I admired her in the first place because of her pure and lovely image?
(Mysterious voice: Because the author likes stories of pure girls falling into depravity^^...) I have to admit I like Jia Rong's obedient manner and the way she looks at me. I feel myself becoming more and more addicted. If this continues, I definitely won't be able to let go. If I want to set her free, I have to do it now. I can't keep hurting her. While my conscience still condemns me, I have to restore everything to normal.
On Friday, the last class, my senior is going to talk about the fourth assignment. I'm going to have Jia Rong cover for her. This is the last time I'll play with her. I want to remember her charming appearance. I wanted to do something to make her feel shy in class, but of course I wouldn't embarrass her in front of everyone. "Jia Rong" was just as easily embarrassed as before, but the difference was that she was very obedient. She would do anything I asked, no matter how shameful. I loved teasing her like this, enjoying her blushing expression; it gave me more satisfaction than having sex with her directly.
Chapter Six
On Friday, after the seventh period, I went to the lab to find my senior. As usual, she tried to find an excuse to leave as soon as she saw me.
"Class is almost starting, let's chat as we walk, junior." I said, heading towards the door.
"Jia Rong, you can't move your body right now. No matter how hard you try, you can't move at all."
"This… what, junior, you… ah~ don't do anything rash." I was rubbing her crotch through her long skirt.
"Jiarong, you like the feeling of being helplessly disciplined. Remember, you like this, you feel excited."
"No...don't talk nonsense, I...ah...ahhh...I'm going to call for help if you keep doing this."
"Jiarong, you can't speak right now, so listen to my advice. Don't deny it, you like it, you know you're getting more and more excited, I'll make you feel very comfortable."
I slowly increased the pressure of rubbing and stirring. My senior tightly closed her eyes and bit her lip, but she couldn't move her body or make a sound. I didn't know how excited she was, so I played with her a little longer. Class was about to start in two minutes.
After stopping, my senior opened her eyes and looked at me obediently.
"Okay, you can speak and move now. You are..." Jiarong, right? "
Yes, Master." She answered me obediently.
"Jiarong, put this in." I handed her her first vibrator. This is something with sentimental value, huh.
"Yes... Master... Ah... Ah..." The current vibration speed is medium. I asked her to insert it into her vagina, and she was already so aroused she couldn't stand up after only inserting halfway.
"Relax your body, take a deep breath."
"Yes... Yes... Mm... Mm-hmm." It was difficult to insert, and some fluid had already seeped out.
"You can go to class like this later. I won't go too far."
Although her pretty face was flushed with embarrassment, she obediently nodded.
The first forty minutes passed smoothly. I only used a low vibration. Jia Rong, apart from her blushing cheeks, behaved normally. Because the assignment only required a brief explanation, she helped us fill in the gaps in the professor's lesson that he had skipped. She taught much better than the professor; the professor should be replaced. It wasn't just me who thought so; everyone felt the same way. This practical class, taught by the senior student, had a large number of students, and no one dozed off. This wasn't just because she was pretty.
"Okay, so this assignment is to compress a video using the three alpha algorithms from Chapter 8 and see which compression ratio is better. You must explain why you think it will perform better and what characteristics the example video has. This part isn't covered in the textbook, so you have to judge for yourself."
With ten minutes left, I started explaining the assignment. I thought it was about time to begin, so I quietly switched to medium speed. Jia Rong was startled halfway through, her tone suddenly rising, and she reflexively looked in my direction. The other students followed her gaze. I immediately put on an innocent expression. Several people were sitting in the back row, and no one knew who the senior was looking at. Jia Rong quickly looked away, smiled awkwardly, and pretended nothing was wrong to continue the lesson, though now she was resting her hands on the lectern.
"There are two videos, meaning you need to repeat the same steps twice, but the results shouldn't be the same. Don't worry, just write down whatever comes to mind; the teaching assistant won't give you a low grade." I
couldn't see her hands shaking from sitting too far away, but soon she naturally pulled up a chair and sat down, the lectern obscuring her entire body except for her head. I guessed she was shaking quite badly, but her tone remained steady. Since that was the case, I started switching between medium and high speed, switching up briefly and then immediately switching back, her speech becoming intermittent.
"The compression...tool...you don't need to write it yourself, in a bit...the teaching assistant...will put both example videos...on...the course website."
Her pauses were well-placed, but I could imagine her clenching her legs together in discomfort during the pauses.
She gently closed her eyes, furrowed her brow, and showed a slightly comfortable, dazed expression, her right hand gripping the mouse tightly. Then she paused for over ten seconds without speaking. I felt something was wrong and turned off the interfering device. Sigh, I haven't even tried the highest speed yet.
"Sorry, I'm not feeling well today. This is roughly the assignment. Feel free to ask if you have any questions, otherwise, let's call it a day."
As soon as class ended, a swarm of flies surrounded her, offering to help her carry her laptop and bag back to the lab. Those little things were probably too much for one person to carry alone... I joined in the fun. Jia Rong really did look like she had a cold and fever. Her acting was really good. Maybe her image was too good usually. Those lecherous guys seemed to have forgotten her weird expression at the end of class when they saw her pitiful look. She noticed me coming over and winked at me triumphantly. Immediately, a dozen murderous glares pierced me. For the past month or so, to outsiders, I seemed to be quite close to my senior, often visiting her. Many people were already envious. I wondered how they would react if they knew I had done more than just visiting her. I chuckled to myself.
"Um, thank you for your concern, I'm much better now. Junior... could you please get my laptop for me?"
My smile vanished. Jia Rong grabbed my hand, and I felt a terrifying murderous aura surrounding me. I knew I'd be dragged to Aruba when I got back to the dorm tonight... She must be doing this on purpose. I didn't expect her to be so mischievous. I'll teach her a lesson when we get back to the lab.
Actually, this was just an excuse. What's coming will come eventually. Giving her freedom was something I'd already decided on.
Although I kept trying to convince myself, I only grew more and more frustrated. I could only find some excuse to justify postponing things I didn't like. Realizing my true feelings made me even more annoyed with myself. It wasn't cool at all. How could this kind of person be worthy of my senior? I've never felt so bad...
Chapter Seven:
"Master, are you angry?" These were her first words upon returning to the lab.
"No, I was just thinking that the example video for this assignment could be a bit more special."
I picked up the digital camera from my senior's shelf and started playing with it. It was a video camera. I pointed the lens at her, smiling maliciously.
"Wh...what kind of video? I've already prepared the video for the assignment..." She looked nervously at the camera in my hand, her words becoming slightly stuttered. She probably knew what I was about to do.
"You know, a video of the elegant teaching assistant having an orgasm."
"No...no, that's too embarrassing. Master, please...ah!?"
Before she could finish speaking, I launched my attack. With my free left hand, I gently pinched Jia Rong's nipple through her clothes. Her whole body trembled with pleasure, looking very comfortable. She must have really wanted to be treated like this by her master during class.
"Jia Rong, you must obey your master. Tell me you will obey."
"Ah...I...obey..." she murmured dreamily.
"You will put the video you're recording now on the website."
"Yes...yes...I will...ah..." She shook her head in frustration, looking both comfortable and distressed. I knew she was close to climaxing.
"Come on, smile at the camera, I'm going to make you come." He then suddenly turned the vibrator to its maximum.
"Eek...Master...Eek eeee..." She climaxed, clinging tightly to me. Making her come gave me a strange sense of accomplishment.
That should be enough, right? I can give her her freedom now, but I don't want it to end. I desperately try to find another excuse for myself. I'm such a lousy person. I want to really do it with her. Even though I've controlled her for so long, I've never actually reached home base because I didn't win her heart through legitimate means. I don't have the right to do this to her. But before everything is over, I should be able to do it once, just once, I tell myself I have the right to do it.
While I was thinking, Jia Rong had somehow come to her senses, timidly staring at the camera in my hand, looking hesitant.
"Master...um, the video...can I...um..." It seems she still wants to beg me.
"Which one? I didn't press the record button. I was just kidding."
"..." Her amused and exasperated expression was adorable.
She visibly relaxed and looked at me gratefully. However, I no longer knew if she was really "Jia Rong."
She wouldn't normally question my requests, but this was the first time she had insisted on her own opinion, even though I knew she would still obey if I gave a forceful order. Had my control over her weakened? Or had a third new personality emerged? I dared not imagine any more. Today, I had to do what I was supposed to do. But before that, I wanted to leave a final memento.
"Jia Rong, now turn your back to me and lean your upper body on the desk."
She obediently did as I said. I stood behind her and removed the obstructive covering. Her groin area was wet from the orgasm, and she seemed particularly nervous. This was the first time her master was going to have intercourse with her. I took out the vibrator and licked her cleft with my tongue. She involuntarily squeezed my head together, making soft moans.
Then I opened the lab door and began to enter her body. Her lab was on the eighth floor; no one could possibly pass by during lunchtime, but doing so still greatly excited her. She was afraid the noise would be heard. She indeed became very excited, her warm, wet flesh contracting and massaging me irregularly. Each thrust brought out a large amount of fluid, and she climaxed after only a few strokes. I continued to assault her, and she climaxed a second time soon after. She began to lose consciousness; she had been tightly biting a handkerchief, but now she loosened her grip and moaned uncontrollably.
I didn't intend to let her go. I wished time could stop at this moment forever. Soon I was about to lose the most important thing in my life, and my mood worsened, a nameless fire burning in my chest for no reason. I roughly pinched and kneaded Jia Rong's beautiful breasts, thrusting into her hard, as if venting my inexplicable anger. Her ecstatic expression gradually turned into pain. Although orgasms are pleasurable, continuous orgasms eventually become torture.
"Ah... Master... Ahhh... You really... are angry?... " "
"I'm so sorry... Ahhh... I'm sorry..."
She thought I was angry about her prank on me. What's there to be angry about such a small thing? I'm angry at my own weakness. I'm a useless guy. Hearing her apologetic words, her submissive attitude and sweet voice only fueled my possessiveness and doubled my anger. I attacked her more roughly. She just kept murmuring apologies to me. After a long time, she finally begged me to stop.
"Master... No more... Ahhh... It hurts so much... I can't take it anymore... Ahhh... Master..."
I was unmoved by her pleas and continued to violate her until I couldn't take it anymore and burst inside her. Afterwards, I let her sit on my lap, looking at her dazed face, twirling her beautiful long hair. Whenever I held "Jia Rong" in my arms, she would unconsciously show a happy smile. But was it a smile from the bottom of her heart? Or was it just a figment of my imagination...?
"Jiarong, listen carefully..."
"Yes?" She barely opened her eyes, looking at me with her usual lingering affection. I couldn't look her in the eye.
"You'll have a good sleep soon. When you wake up, you'll never think about your master again, you'll never need your master to reach climax again, you'll never need to obey your master again. You'll forget everything between us and return to your original self, understand?"
"Master... you don't want me anymore?... I... Jiarong won't dare... Jiarong will be very obedient from now on... I won't be naughty anymore."
"Punish me... Master, anything is fine, I'll accept the punishment obediently."
She cried in panic, trying to please me. I gently held her, and she didn't dare to move.
"Jiarong, you feel very tired now, and you really want to have a good sleep. Slowly, slowly relax your body..."
"No... Master, I really will be good, I won't make you angry anymore."
She felt her body becoming more and more relaxed, and her tone became more tense. She struggled to stay awake.
"Your consciousness gradually faded, darkness enveloped you, and you felt so sleepy, so sleepy..."
"No... Master... Master... Waaah..."
Her voice grew softer and softer, her eyes slowly closed, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
After a moment, the crying gradually stopped, and her tense body slowly calmed down. She was like Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, but her prince shouldn't be me. I gently stroked her innocent sleeping face with reluctance, but felt a sense of relief.
Goodbye, my Jia Rong...
Final Chapter
After that, I never visited anyone again. I thought it was all over, but it wasn't. I noticed that my senior often secretly watched me during class. She still didn't dare let me get close to her, but she liked to watch me from afar.
I stopped going to class and dropped multimedia. As a result, my senior actually audited my required analog circuit course. She always sat in the last row, and every time I turned around to look at her, we would meet her gaze. She wasn't there to attend class at all; she was there to spy on me. The amazing thing is that she answered every question the professor asked. It seems her books really came from Mars... Okay, that's not the point.
I don't know why the final instruction failed, or why my senior has become so strange. My classmates have also noticed her abnormality and have been privately pressuring me. I decided to hypnotize her again, deeply and repeatedly, to bring her back to normal. One Friday after the last class, I went to her lab again.
"Jiarong, you can't move now. I need you to look closely into my eyes." Unexpectedly,
my senior wasn't affected. Instead, she seemed to understand something, giving me a "I knew it"
look. I was shocked. Was karma coming so quickly? I hurriedly tried to figure out how to soften the blow.
But she wasn't angry or panicked, nor was she afraid of me like before. She leaned back comfortably in her chair, gesturing for me to sit down. I reluctantly sat down.
"Junior, listen to me. I vaguely sense another me, whose name is also 'Jiarong.'
'Jiarong,' she calls you 'master,' and she'll do anything you say. When you call her name, she'll be willing to do anything for you." And then you…you always do…bad things to her…”
When my senior mentioned “Jia Rong,” she spoke with the indifference of someone unrelated. What was wrong with her? I had no idea what effect the hypnosis had had. Now I was more worried about her than about myself.
“Jia Rong” sometimes appears in my dreams, happily telling me about her and her master. But for the past two weeks, “Jia Rong” has been crying, saying that her master abandoned her, that her master didn’t want her anymore, that she missed her master so much…”
My senior gradually became sad, her eyes turning red. Suddenly, she looked up at me.
“Tell me, “Jia Rong” is me, isn’t she? Those things really happened, didn’t they?”
I didn’t know how to answer for a moment, but silence was an admission. With my senior’s intelligence, she must know the truth. She lowered her head helplessly, her hands clasped nervously. I couldn’t see her expression. Then came an awkward silence, so quiet that I could hear my own breathing. I didn’t know how to face her. This kind of thing couldn’t be solved with an apology.
However, when my senior looked up again, I saw the gaze of "Jia Rong," which made me even more confused. Which personality was this person?
"Uh... are you 'Jia Rong'?"
"No, um... I should say, we were originally the same person. 'Jia Rong' is me, and I am 'Jia Rong'."
"When I realized the truth, I felt... excited. I felt so conflicted, so strange...
I also want... um, I mean, can I...?" My senior's breathing became more and more rapid, and she lowered her head again.
"Call me Master!" I boldly commanded her. It seemed that the two personalities had unexpectedly merged. I hoped I wasn't wrong.
My senior glanced at me shyly. She stood up and then slowly knelt down.
"Master~" she replied sweetly.
"I love you, Master!" A shy yet firm confession. My senior finally truly belonged to me.
I gently kissed her lips, and she responded passionately. This couldn't be a dream, could it?
Then, I asked a really lame question…
“Should I call you Senior Sister or Jia Rong now?”
“Either is fine, Jia Rong, Sister Jia Rong, Senior Jia Rong… or Jia Rong Slave.”
She deliberately spoke the last sentence quickly and softly, but I still heard it clearly. She seemed like a well-behaved girl on the outside, but the more I got to know her, the more mischievous she became.
“Okay, Jia Rong Slave, now take off your clothes.”
“Wow, no, Master…”
The lab echoed with heart-pounding moans once again.
Postscript:
Sorry, this is my first time writing a hypnosis-themed article. The hypnosis part is very small; most of it is still about training. The article is long, thank you for reading patiently, I hope you found it interesting.
I wonder what everyone thinks: was the female protagonist actually controlled? Or did she subconsciously ask herself to pretend to be controlled? From a hypnotic perspective, the protagonist hypnotized her, able to control her physical actions with words, manipulate her memories and personality. However, because the protagonist was a novice hypnotist, his suggestions were unstable, so he couldn't accurately control the female protagonist's mental state, causing her to often act unexpectedly.
From a psychological perspective, however, the latent personality is actually the embodiment of the female protagonist's desire to be dominated, a result of her long-term deliberate repression. She wished she were truly hypnotized (but wasn't), and when "Jia Rong" was supposed to appear, she told herself, "I am 'Jia Rong' now, and I can fully satisfy my desire to be dominated."
All the involuntary actions or changes in memory are products of the female protagonist's self-control and self-hypnosis; the protagonist merely provided her with a channel to vent her frustrations. (In other words, when the protagonist asks her to forget something, she actually still remembers it. She deliberately ignores this fact to maintain the hypothesis of being hypnotized, deceiving herself and forcing herself to pretend she's forgotten.)
Personally, I don't believe in hypnosis (though I love hypnosis stories…). I think it's just a smokescreen to trick you into believing something. It only works if you want to be hypnotized and believe you are. Hypnosis has no coercive effect; everything is voluntary. For example, the female protagonist becoming a slave was her own choice, not hypnosis making her that way. Hypnosis simply gave her an excuse to convince herself to do it.
Therefore, hypnotic commands cannot violate the hypnotized person's (true) values. The smarter a person is, the more easily they accept hypnosis. People who don't believe in hypnosis cannot be hypnotized. These statements can all be explained using psychology.
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