A Freshman's Club Adventure

Chapter 1 Encounter

Xie Wenxiang was the last person to board this old yellow bus. The bus was full of students from the school marching band preparing for a competition, and the other seats seemed to be taken by freshmen. He looked around but couldn't find a seat, so he walked helplessly towards the back of the bus.

"God, please give me a seat," Wenxiang cried out in his heart. If there were no seats, he would have to change buses again.

Then he finally saw hope. Ni Peijun was sitting in the last row. There was no one next to her, only a large thermos.

The band conductor, He Luo, boarded the bus at this moment. "Is everyone seated?" he shouted, then saw Wen Xiang standing at the back. "What's wrong, Wen Xiang?"

Wen Xiang looked at him. "There are no seats left, I think I'll have to..."

He Luo interrupted him, immediately noticing the thermos next to Ni Peijun. "Put this thermos on the ground, you can sit here."

As Wen Xiang moved the thermos to the ground, he heard He Luo shout again, "Sit comfortably, face forward, and don't talk." Soon, he sat down and obediently faced forward.

Wen Xiang kept thinking about Ni Peijun beside him. Xiao Jun was a very beautiful girl with a model-like figure. He really couldn't understand how such a dazzling girl could join this lifeless club.

Although his head was looking forward, the helmet worn by the military band student in front of him allowed him to see Xiao Jun's reflection. He carefully admired Xiao Jun's face and eyes; she stared blankly ahead. Wen Xiang unconsciously imagined her as a hypnotized woman. He had always had fantasies about this, and just imagining it made his genitals swell.

"Relax," the military band conductor called again, "One more hour!"

Wen Xiang sat quietly, thinking about how to hide the unnatural bulge in his crotch.

At this moment, Xiao Jun took off her helmet, letting her long hair fall down. "Oh, this thing is really uncomfortable," she said, spreading her legs and placing the helmet into the box beneath her seat.

Looking at Xiao Jun's slender figure, he felt the swelling in his lower body becoming increasingly unbearable. He calmed himself down and forced himself to think about other things. After a few minutes, he finally calmed down a little.

When Xiao Jun put away her helmet and sat up straight, he wanted to break the silence between them. "The competition is about to start. Are you nervous?"

Xiao Jun smiled. "Yes, quite nervous,"

Wen Xiang asked with a slightly puzzled tone. "I'm surprised to say that I thought you were already used to it."

"Actually, this is my first time competing. Although I'm already in second grade, I only transferred here this year," Xiao Jun replied.

"Great!" Wenxiang exclaimed inwardly. Xiaojun was much more approachable than he had imagined. Maybe this trip would lead to something between them!

"Can you tell me why you joined this club instead of some of the more popular ones..." he asked.

Xiaojun smiled again, "Maybe it's because my family is more conservative, and my parents don't want me to join those complicated clubs."

Wenxiang shrugged, "Oh, maybe it'll be difficult." He thought to himself, and the conversation ended there.

Chapter Two: The Challenge

"Relax, face forward, don't talk." The band conductor shouted again.

The bus pulled into the rest stop, and everyone quickly got off. There was a mountain of peanut butter sandwiches waiting for them.

Fatty, a freshman, walked up to Wenxiang. "Hey, Wenxiang, how's it going?"

"Nothing much, just think this sandwich is awful," Wenxiang said.

"Stop pretending. I heard you were sitting next to Ni Peijun. How could you sit with her?"

"Just lucky... I guess. She saw me and asked me to move the thermos next to her so I could sit next to her. What could I say? Me, the heartbreaker," Wenxiang said with a laugh.

Fatty said, "I really wish that person was me. Would you ask her out?"

Wenxiang boasted, "Maybe. I can tell she's completely attracted to me. Maybe she'll ask me out later." Fatty

frowned. "Really? I heard she's a very chaste woman. Everyone says she's never even tried kissing, and she's a year older than you."

Wenxiang said unconvinced. "So what if she's a year older? I'm telling you, you come and ride on my bus number three later, and I'll show you what this so-called chaste woman is like."

Although Wenxiang said this, he actually knew that the military band rules didn't allow changing buses at will, so there was no way Fatty would get on his bus.

Fatty wasn't about to back down. "You mean you can sleep with her? Bullshit! I bet you a hundred dollars you won't even get a kiss on the cheek."

"A bet it is, a hundred dollars, who's afraid of who?" Wenxiang said, extending his hand.

"It's a deal." Fatty smiled and shook his hand.

Chapter Three: Opportunity Arrives .

Every bus began to gather students, preparing to head to the competition venue. Wenxiang was also waiting in front of his bus when Yaotian walked up to him.

"Wenxiang," Yaotian said, "Fatty told me you made a bet with him. He said he couldn't get on this bus, so he asked me to come and check. I can't believe you'd want Ni Peijun. If you succeed, we'll be so envious of you."

Wenxiang thought, "Great, I'm not the only one on bus number three. This time, a hundred dollars has flown away."

The October night was a bit chilly, and the students on the bus were all covering themselves with blankets. Xiaojun took out the blanket her mother had prepared for her, which was obviously a bit too big.

Xiaojun looked at Wenxiang, "Want to share with me? My mom obviously thinks I'm too big."

She tried to say it humorously.

Wenxiang smiled, wondering if Xiaojun's invitation implied something, "Of course, thank you,"

he replied.

Xiao Jun handed him a corner of the blanket, then curled up with her back to him, shrinking into a corner of the bus.

"Obviously, she didn't mean anything by it," he thought.

Wen Xiang looked around and saw several couples huddled together under their blankets. He felt envious. He noticed the couple in front of him kissing passionately. He leaned forward to get a better look, but the blanket slipped down his body.

He was startled and looked at Xiao Jun beside him, only to find that she was already fast asleep. She had prepared a pillow and was leaning against the window, comfortably reclining. Her legs were slightly apart from being relaxed, and her hands were naturally placed on her inner thighs.

At Wenxiang's age, he often had various sexual fantasies, especially about exploring the body of an unconscious girl. Xiaojun's posture gave him an unparalleled allure. He sat back down, his mind wandering.

In a health education class, during a lesson on CPR, Wenxiang asked the teacher what would happen if he exhaled carbon dioxide into someone's mouth. The teacher replied that exhaled air still contains 15% oxygen, which isn't enough to keep someone awake, but enough to keep them alive.

After learning this, Wenxiang inexplicably fantasized that if he exhaled into a sleeping woman's mouth, after a while, she would likely become completely unaware and allow him to do whatever he wanted. He thought this seemed reasonable, but he never had the chance to try it.

But isn't this a perfect opportunity? Wenxiang kept fantasizing about various possibilities.

Suddenly, Xiaojun stirred, interrupting Wenxiang's daydream. She seemed unwell, then groggily grabbed a pillow and, surprisingly, rested her head on Wenxiang's lap and continued sleeping. Wenxiang

looked at Xiaojun on his lap, knowing she hadn't been fully awake and had no idea what he was doing.

"Xiaojun," he called softly.

There was no response.

Wenxiang looked at this beautiful girl resting her head on his lap, and many more fantasies surfaced within him. He knew he had an hour and a half before school, and desire consumed his reason. He even completely forgot about his bet with Fatty.

"Okay," Wenxiang thought to himself, "If she wakes up, I can just pretend I'm waking her."

Chapter Four: Sleeping Beauty.

Wenxiang lifted his right leg and crossed it, gently moving Xiaojun's pillow to raise her head higher. Then he leaned forward, bringing his mouth as close to hers as possible without touching her lips. He gazed at Xiaojun's tightly closed eyes, noticing her eyes constantly moving beneath her eyelids.

He had studied this before and knew it was called REM sleep, the last cycle of the sleep cycle. He watched her, and as she inhaled, he exhaled into her.

As he did this, Xiaojun would occasionally yawn. He thought it was a sign that she was starting to lack oxygen. He took advantage of her yawns to breathe more forcefully into her. After a while, Xiaojun yawned about four times, and Wenxiang noticed that her body seemed to have completely lost its strength; her eyes were no longer moving. Wenxiang

felt that was enough.

He decided to test Xiaojun first; it would be terrible if she only woke up when he put his hand under her pants.

He thought for a moment, then started tickling Xiaojun, thinking that even if she woke up, she wouldn't think he was a pervert.

He started tickling her.

...Fifteen seconds.

...Thirty seconds.

No response; Xiaojun was like a doll.

Wenxiang's lower body was uncomfortably swollen. He used his right hand to lift Xiaojun's body, then unzipped his pants to adjust her position before letting her lie back down.

"It's safer to test it again," Wenxiang thought. He gently pried open Xiaojun's eyelids, only seeing the whites of her eyes. "My method worked, she really has no feeling!" he shouted in his heart.

Wenxiang carefully admired this tempting beauty, the woman of his dreams. She had a beautiful and innocent face, and a slender and alluring figure.

Wenxiang lifted her legs, letting Xiaojun lie on the chair. He spread her thighs, exposing her. One of Xiaojun's hands dangled under the chair, while the other rested between her thighs.

Wenxiang picked up her hand and placed it aside.

He began to caress Xiaojun's lips with his fingers, slowly moving down her body until he reached the mysterious area between her thighs. He stroked her genitals through her clothes, then slipped his tongue into her mouth, but Xiaojun still didn't react.

Wenxiang suddenly heard a faint gasp, "What...?"

He looked up and saw Yaotian standing beside him, looking at him in surprise. Then, seemingly realizing he had interrupted someone else's good time, Yaotian walked away on his own.

Wenxiang smiled, "Mission accomplished."

Chapter Five New Discovery

"The clothes are so thick," Wenxiang thought to himself.

But he was also quite lucky; Xiaojun was wearing a simple uniform, with only one layer of clothing under her coat, along with military band trousers. Wenxiang had already unzipped her trousers, revealing her white silk underwear.

Wenxiang pondered his next move, reaching under her clothes to caress her abdomen. He felt her skin was warm, smooth, and slender—it was truly a perfect body, Wenxiang thought contentedly.

Suddenly realizing he shouldn't let too many people see, he grabbed a blanket and covered Xiaojun.

Under the blanket, Wenxiang boldly moved Xiaojun's body closer, letting her back rest on the pillow on his lap. This made Xiaojun's already full breasts appear even firmer, pressing against Wenxiang's face, while her head swayed limply in the air.

Wenxiang lifted her clothes, but it was a bit difficult to unhook her bra under the blanket, so he lifted the blanket as well. The cold air inside the bus made Xiaojun's nipples stand up clearly even through the bra. He unhooked her bra, grabbed her left breast firmly with his palm, massaged it, and bent down to suckle her right nipple. His other hand was also busy, reaching under her panties to caress her labia.

"This little girl's pussy is really tight," Wenxiang thought.

He gently bit her nipple.

...No response.

Xiaojun seemed to have completely fainted, but Wenxiang still thought he shouldn't bite anymore, otherwise it wouldn't be good if she was still in pain when she woke up.

Suddenly, he caught sight of He Luo standing at the front of the bus. He quickly covered Xiao Jun with the blanket again. He Luo slowly walked over, stopping at each seat. Wen Xiang heard some commotion.

He leaned forward. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Inspection," a voice replied.

"Inspection of what?" he asked curiously.

"He Luo said we can't do anything intimate on the bus, so he sometimes comes to check and makes everyone hold out their hands for him to see."

"Hmm, Xiao Jun is asleep."

"Wake her up."

"Go to hell!" Wen Xiang thought to himself, hurriedly fastening Xiao Jun's bra, unzipping her pants, and putting on her shirt.

By this time, He Luo had already reached the middle of the bus.

Wenxiang took the blanket down and let Xiaojun lie down against the bus window, but Xiaojun's body was limp and she immediately fell forward.

"Get lost!" Wenxiang cursed under his breath. He lifted Xiaojun's shoulders and gently called in her ear, "Xiaojun, wake up."

...Her head drooped forward again.

"Xiaojun, wake up, can you hear me?"

...No response.

Heluo was almost at this position.

Wenxiang used his fingers to pry open Xiaojun's eyelids.

"Xiaojun, wake up!" he said in a more stern voice.

Xiaojun made some muffled sounds.

"Finally!" Wenxiang thought. He put Xiaojun back in her seat and tried to calm himself down. He asked calmly, "Xiaojun?"

"What?" Xiaojun responded vaguely.

"Are you awake?" Wenxiang asked.

"No, my head hurts so much," she replied.

"Okay, wake up quickly."

"I can't wake up," Xiaojun answered, "I'm so tired."

Wenxiang blinked, thinking to himself, "What the hell!"

Xiaojun's voice didn't sound like she was being stubborn about not wanting to get out of bed; it was a very special, gentle, and emotionless voice.

"Xiaojun, are you awake?" he asked again.

"No," she answered calmly.

Wenxiang didn't know how to react; he had never encountered such a strange situation before.

He Luo patted Wenxiang's shoulder.

"Check."

Wenxiang looked at him, still puzzled, and held out his hands.

"What about Xiaojun?" He Luo asked.

"Uh...she's asleep."

He Luo looked and grinned. "Okay, don't wake her. I know you two are fine."

He Luo walked away.

Wenxiang sat there, hundreds of thoughts flashing through his mind, while Xiaojun still lay limply in the corner of the bus.

Chapter Six: Hypnotic State

When He Luo returned to the front of the bus, Wenxiang calmed down, thinking about the current situation.

"Okay," he thought to himself, "she's not awake, but she's talking to me."

...He fiddled with his thumb.

"Maybe she's just talking in her sleep."

...Fiddled with his thumb.

"But she's answering my questions."

...flicking his thumb.

"She's asleep, but her subconscious is awake."

This thought flashed through his mind.

"She's asleep, but her subconscious is awake."

It kept repeating in his mind.

Wenxiang often fantasized about hypnotizing women, so he had a little knowledge of hypnosis. He knew that hypnosis was about focusing a person's attention on something while their subconscious remained awake. Moreover, there were many states of external sleep, and the deeper the external consciousness slept, the more receptive the subconscious was to suggestions.

But he had never seen how to awaken only the subconscious when someone was already asleep.

He thought about it and decided to take advantage of this situation.

"I want to know how deeply she's sleeping."

He glanced at Xiao Jun, remembering how, when he lifted her eyelids, he could only see the whites of her eyes.

His penis was erect again, but he was still very nervous. He had just fulfilled a dream he hadn't been able to achieve for years, and now he wanted another? "I must be crazy," he thought.

A voice kept echoing in his mind: In your twenty years of life, how many things have you regretted not trying?

"I'm not ready yet," he told himself, "but if I don't do it now, I might never have the chance."

Fortunately, He Luo's examination had woken everyone up, and the bus was now bustling with activity, making it less likely that anyone would hear what he was saying.

He thought about stories about hypnosis he had read before, and then began to speak.

"Xiao Jun, can you hear me?" he said calmly.

"Yes, I can," she replied in that still faint voice.

"Listen to me, Xiao Jun, pay attention to my voice. You can only hear my voice. My voice makes you feel very warm. You like listening to my voice, listening to what I'm saying, don't you, Xiao Jun?"

"Yes...yes..." she sounded as if she was too weak to speak.

"You like my voice, you like me, you're happy to be sitting next to me, aren't you, Xiaojun?"

"Hmm...hmm..."

He thought for a moment, "What should we do now?"

"You like how you feel right now, peaceful and relaxed, completely open to me, aren't you, Xiaojun?"

"Yes..."

"Very good. I want you to listen very carefully to my voice and take my words to heart. Every time I tell you 'go to sleep very, very deeply,' you will return to this special state, listening to my comforting voice. Tell me, what words will bring you back to this special state?"

After a few seconds, she answered, "Go to sleep very, very deeply." She whispered.

Wenxiang thought to himself, "Now is the time. It would be a shame not to take advantage of this opportunity." Then he began to speak.

"Very good, you like me, Xiaojun. You like me a lot, so you want to come to your house after practice tomorrow, understand?"

"Understood." The voice came from Xiaojun's lips.

He stopped, feeling that this was enough for today. He wanted to try whether the hypnotic command he had just given her would work, but now it seemed he couldn't wake Xiaojun up.

"I won the bet and achieved my dream, so I shouldn't ask for too much." He thought.

So he just sat there, constantly fantasizing about his future with Xiaojun, his new sex slave.

Chapter Seven: Testing the Hypnotic Command

The next day, Wenxiang's mind was filled with Xiaojun's image. In fact, he hadn't seriously considered what he should do if the hypnotic command really worked.

During practice, Wenxiang kept stealing glances at Xiaojun, trying to see if she was paying more attention to him than before, but Xiaojun seemed completely the same as always.

Because of her striking appearance, most people assumed she was arrogant, but Wenxiang didn't know if she was proud or just shy.

After practice, Wenxiang stood by the instrument room waiting, hoping Xiaojun would come to him, but when she arrived, she simply walked past him, went into the instrument room, and left, as if she hadn't seen him at all.

"Okay," Wenxiang thought disappointedly, "maybe the hypnosis really was just my imagination."

He picked up his backpack, ready to go home alone. Halfway there, a car blocked his way. Xiaojun opened the car door and leaned out. "Hi, Wenxiang, want a ride?"

Wenxiang's heart pounded. He wasn't sure if this meant his hypnosis had worked. "Of course, great!" he said with a smile.

Wenxiang walked to the car, constantly glancing at Xiaojun. She was incredibly sexy, even though she was only wearing ordinary jeans and a white top.

After sitting down next to Xiaojun, he looked at her, considering when to give her the hypnotic instructions he'd given her yesterday.

"Where do you live?" Xiaojun asked.

"A strange street. Have you ever heard of falling into a very, very deep sleep?" he replied.

Wenxiang stared intently at Xiaojun. For about half a second, he was still afraid that the hypnotic command wouldn't work. Then he saw Xiaojun's smile gradually relax, followed by her gentle closing of her eyes, her face becoming expressionless, her hands sliding off the steering wheel, her body leaning back in the seat, her foot off the accelerator, her lips slightly parted, lying motionless.

"My God," Wenxiang exclaimed inwardly, "It really works."

Chapter Eight,

Lesson Wenxiang was quite excited about his ability to control Xiaojun's mind. He could hypnotize Xiaojun anytime he wanted. The question now was, what could he do to her?

Without a word, Wenxiang placed his hand on Xiaojun's knee, then slowly slid it down to the inside of her thigh, to the woman's most private parts. He pulled her right leg over, exposing her genitals to him without any defenses. He caressed her wantonly, imagining the soft, alluring vulva beneath her jeans, and then kissed her slightly parted, unguarded lips. Now it was time to do more testing.

He spoke in a gentle voice, "Xiao Jun, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can." His voice was clearer than yesterday.

"When you wake up, you'll feel incredibly excited. You'll kiss me wildly, and when you kiss me, you'll feel a profound emptiness in your genitals. This desire will make you let go of all your inhibitions. Do you understand?"

After several seconds, Xiao Jun said in a slightly uncomfortable voice, "No." "Damn it

!" Wen Xiang thought to himself, "I knew reality wouldn't be like my dreams."

He calmed down and thought, "Something must have gone wrong. Maybe I was too impatient. I should have guided her more gently."

Wen Xiang continued, "Xiao Jun, do you think I'm attractive?"

"Hmm...you're quite cute," Xiao Jun replied.

Wenxiang hated the word "cute," he thought it was an adjective for little boys. He wanted words like "handsome" and "sexy."

"Xiaojun, I'm very charming. You think I'm handsome and sexy, you know?"

Several seconds passed before Xiaojun responded. "What do you mean by sexy?"

"What's going on?" Wenxiang thought to himself, "This is so wrong."

Xiaojun kept resisting his suggestion, as if she were only in a shallow hypnotic state, unlike yesterday on the bus when she would only say "yes" or "uh-huh," seemingly without any of her own thoughts. Her voice sounded different too.

Remembering yesterday's bus trip, he remembered repeatedly suggesting that Xiaojun tell him she liked him.

"Xiaojun, do you like me?" Wenxiang asked.

"I like you very much," Xiaojun answered without hesitation.

"Screw you," Wenxiang thought to himself, "I forgot to tell her yesterday that I'm attractive to her. Great, she likes me. Maybe we can go out for ice cream together."

Time is precious; if it drags on too long, Xiaojun might find what's going on.

Wenxiang considered using the same trick he used on the bus yesterday, but that would take too much time, and it wasn't convenient at his home. So he decided to ask Xiaojun first.

"Xiaojun, is anyone home when you get home?"

"...My mom," Xiaojun replied.

"Is she home every day after school?" Wenxiang asked again.

"No, on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

"What time is she not home on those two days?" Wenxiang continued.

"Five to six o'clock."

"Hmm," Wenxiang thought to himself, "Only an hour, but at least there's a chance. I need to wake her up now, so she doesn't realize too much time has passed." "

Xiaojun, I'll count to three. When I count to three, you'll wake up and forget what we just said. One... two... three..."

Xiaojun woke up, and Wenxiang continued, "After you get to the intersection, turn right, then turn onto the side street."

Xiaojun looked at him, "Um, tell me as we walk."

"Okay." Wenxiang replied, and the car started moving forward.

Chapter Nine: The Woman in Red Waiting

until Tuesday was really difficult. Wenxiang felt restless all day at school. He saw Xiaojun wearing a red dress with floral patterns, the hem of which reached her knees.

He didn't really like Xiaojun's outfit; the excessively high neckline completely covered her alluring cleavage. He desperately wanted to strip Xiaojun naked right then and there, and he knew he could do it—it wasn't just a fantasy.

After class, the two of them went to the clubroom first, then walked together to the parking lot. Wenxiang found it packed with people.

They hadn't left until six o'clock yesterday because of club practice, and he hadn't expected the parking lot to be so crowded at four.

"Ugh," Wenxiang thought, "I can't use hypnosis like this."

"What kind of music do you like?" Wenxiang asked.

"I listen to everything," Xiaojun replied.

Wenxiang paused for a moment before continuing, "Don't you think this is unfair? You've seen my house, but I still don't know where you live. I have an idea: you take me to your house first. I want to see what your house looks like, and maybe you can show me what CDs you've collected. That way, you won't have to recite all your favorite singers to me."

Xiaojun laughed. "That's much easier, but to be honest, my mom isn't home. I don't think she'll like me bringing a boy home at this time. You might think it's ridiculous, but my parents are really strict."

Wenxiang said disappointedly, "Okay then... I can't go into your house to see your CDs, but you can bring..." "Shall I drive to your door?"

Xiao Jun thought for a moment, "Okay, it's a bit far, but I'll drive anyway."

Later, Xiao Jun drove to a community, turning left and right for a long time before stopping. "My home is upstairs here."

Wen Xiang looked up and saw a white, luxurious apartment building. "Wow, your home is great," he said, then looked at Xiao Jun. "You know, I didn't mean to, but I really can't hold it in anymore. Could you lend me the bathroom?"

Xiao Jun thought for a moment, "Okay, sure."

Xiao Jun drove the car into the parking lot, while Wen Xiang kept admiring Xiao Jun's beautiful figure, which looked exquisite in her dress, especially her slender waist and beautiful legs.

Wenxiang couldn't wait any longer. As soon as Xiaojun turned off the car, he said to her, "Xiaojun, have you ever heard of a band called 'Very Deep, Very Deep Sleep'?"

Xiaojun wanted to answer his question, but her mind had already accepted the command. Her head drooped to one side, and she slumped weakly into the chair.

The important thing was Xiaojun's room; Wenxiang could only spend a little time there. "Xiaojun, you know you've been walking all day. I bet you must be very tired, right?"

"Yes, a little tired," she replied flatly.

"Yes, so when I borrow your bathroom, you'll want to lie down and relax, right?"

Xiao Jun thought for a moment, "Yes."

Wen Xiang didn't plan to do anything to her now; he just wanted to make sure he wouldn't hurt Xiao Jun when he gave the hypnotic command. "I'm going to count to three. After I count to three, you'll wake up and won't remember anything we just said. One... two... three..."

After seeing Xiao Jun wake up, he opened the door and got out of the car, as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Jun quickly recovered and got out of the car. Then they went to the door, and Xiao Jun opened it.

Then they went inside. Wen Xiang saw a large-screen TV and two comfortable sofas in the living room on his left, and a wall with many doors on it on his right.

"The bathroom is by the second door," Xiao Jun said, pointing with her finger.

Wenxiang went into the bathroom and heard Xiaojun turn on the TV outside. He stood there, pondering whether now was a good time to use hypnosis. Although it was a bit dangerous, he thought of Xiaojun's dress and the alluring body beneath it, and he made up his mind.

He shouted loudly, "Xiaojun, have you ever heard of falling into a very, very deep sleep?"

"What?" Xiaojun called from outside the door.

Wenxiang was startled and shouted even louder, "A very, very deep sleep."

This time, Xiaojun didn't respond.

"I hope she heard me," Wenxiang thought to himself, then opened the door and went out.

He saw Xiaojun fast asleep on the sofa.

Chapter Ten: Hypnotic Induction

Wenxiang picked up the remote and muted the TV. "Perfect," he thought to himself, kneeling beside Xiaojun. Just like on the bus, he brought his breath close to Xiaojun's mouth, exhaling as she inhaled.

About three minutes later, Xiaojun began to yawn. Just like on the bus, Wenxiang made sure she didn't inhale too much oxygen, continuing to exhale.

Time ticked by, and Xiaojun grew increasingly weak. Wenxiang slipped his hand under the fabric of her dress, enjoying Xiaojun's helplessness in the face of her condition, caressing her most private parts through the thin veil.

Soon, Xiaojun yawned again, but Wenxiang still didn't give her much of a chance to breathe. Xiaojun instinctively turned her head away, but Wenxiang immediately turned her head back to its original position and continued exhaling into her mouth.

Seeing that the time was ripe, he pressed his entire mouth against hers, exhaling directly into her mouth. He felt her breathing become deeper and deeper.

Xiao Jun yawned again, instinctively turning her head away, but Wen Xiang turned her head back. He felt Xiao Jun's neck resisting, and when he exerted more force, Xiao Jun even raised her hand to try and push Wen Xiang away, but these resistances were too late. Then, Xiao Jun seemed to have used up her last bit of strength, and her hand quickly fell down, her head relaxing and letting Wen Xiang move it as he pleased.

Wen Xiang realized that Xiao Jun had completely lost consciousness, but he still decided to be on the safe side. He would wait until Xiao Jun yawned four times, just like on the bus yesterday.

About two minutes later, Xiao Jun finally yawned for the fourth time. This time she didn't resist at all; her breathing became short and rapid. The final step: Wen Xiang opened her eyelids, and just like yesterday, he could only see the whites of her eyes. He thought this time there wouldn't be any problems.

"This is a good sign," he thought. "She's ready."

Chapter Eleven: The Unchanging Ironclad Rules of Hypnosis

Wenxiang softly called her name, "Xiaojun, Xiaojun, can you hear me?"

Wenxiang kept calling, and after twenty seconds, Xiaojun responded, "Wh...what...?"

"Xiaojun, do you know who I am?" Wenxiang asked.

She seemed to have no strength left to speak a complete sentence, "Ah...um..."

Wenxiang continued to speak in a slow and calm voice.

"Listen carefully to my voice, Xiao Jun. Absorb my words deeply into your heart. Xiao Jun, you know I'm a very good person, someone you can trust and confide in. You trust me, Xiao Jun, because you know I would never do anything to hurt you. Tell me, Xiao Jun, do you trust me?"

Wen Xiang waited for a response, those few seconds feeling like hellish agony, until finally she responded.

"Mmm...mmm..." She seemed only able to manage a few weak sounds.

"Yes!" he thought.

He suppressed his excitement and continued speaking in the same slow and calm voice.

"You know, Xiaojun, you trust me, and you think I'm very charming. In fact, you find me very attractive. For example, you feel excited now because I'm here with you."

As Wenxiang spoke, he pulled up her dress, revealing her white silk panties. He began to tease her labia through the panties with two fingers.

"When I'm with you, you feel excited. You want to be with me, you want to give me your body. Your desire will keep growing. Xiaojun, don't resist it. It's natural because you are a woman, and I am a man."

Wenxiang's fingers felt the vaginal fluid secreted by Xiaojun's genitals, although her expression remained calm.

"Tell me, Xiaojun, do you think I'm very attractive? Do you think I'm very sexy?"

"Yes..." she said weakly.

"You want to make love to me, do you want to feel me entering your body right now?"

Wenxiang noticed that Xiaojun's breathing was becoming deep and slow.

"Uh... ah..." She seemed to want to say something, but couldn't express it.

"Xiaojun, I'm going to count from one to ten. When I count to ten, you'll wake up, and we'll make love right here, understand?"

After several seconds, Xiaojun slowly said, "I... don't want to..."

Xiaojun's panties were completely soaked from Wenxiang's caresses.

"Why?" he asked, a little impatiently.

"...This is...wrong...you can't..."

Wenxiang felt a chill run down his spine. He had heard of the ironclad rule of hypnosis: you cannot hypnotize a person into doing something against their moral compass. Only twenty minutes remained, and he didn't know what to do next.

He thought he could take advantage of Xiaojun while she was in a daze, but she might still be a virgin. What if she noticed anything unusual about her body? He also thought that he had never experienced such beauty before, but it must be amazing.

Wenxiang stopped what he was doing with his fingers, stood up, and pulled Xiaojun's dress up to her chest. Then he unhooked her bra, revealing her mature and alluring breasts. Next, he removed her damp panties, placed her right leg under the chair, and exposed her alluring petals to him defenselessly.

He took a step back, admiring Xiaojun's naked and helpless body. He knew she wasn't just outwardly asleep; her heart was just as vulnerable, and she would accept all his reasonable suggestions.

Chapter Twelve: The End of Innocence

"Xiaojun, can you hear me?" Wenxiang asked.

"I...can...hear..." came a similarly weak voice.

"Xiao Jun, when I touch you, you'll become incredibly sensitive. You'll feel a pleasurable electric current coursing through your body, every part acting as your erogenous zones. You'll feel incredibly comfortable, that exciting pleasure spreading throughout your entire body."

Wen Xiang gently circled his tongue around Xiao Jun's labia. Xiao Jun's hips began to rhythmically move in sync with Wen Xiang's movements. Soon after, she began to moan and arch her back in excitement.

Wen Xiang used his hands instead of his hands so he could speak to Xiao Jun.

"Don't resist. Let this desire overwhelm your reason, let this pleasure surround you. You don't need to think, just feel."

After saying this, Wen Xiang continued kissing her labia.

Xiao Jun seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. Wen Xiang nimbly unzipped his pants, pulling out his hot, hard penis. He smeared Xiao Jun's vaginal fluid on his shaft and began thrusting back and forth.

"Xiao Jun, forget who you are, forget where you are. Your soul exists for this moment. Don't think about anything, just remember your womanly instincts."

Then Wen Xiang continued licking her labia while his hand gripped his penis tightly.

Xiao Jun was clearly completely aroused; she screamed lasciviously, seemingly about to reach orgasm. At the same time, Wen Xiang was also close to ejaculating. He looked at his genitals and raised his head.

But Xiao Jun reached out and pulled his head back between her legs, letting out a scream like she was in climax. Hearing Xiao Jun's usually innocent and naive moans in such a lewd way, Wen Xiang could no longer hold back. He took a deep breath and ejaculated his white, cloudy fluid.

Wenxiang was already satisfied, but Xiaojun continued to climax. He raised his head and continued to tease her clitoris with his fingers, then he had another idea.

"Xiaojun, I want you to remember this moment, remember it, and feel it repeatedly. You will continue to climax, whether I help you or not, until you pass out."

After saying this, Wenxiang withdrew his hand, and Xiaojun immediately put her hand between her thighs and masturbated, still moaning. She arched her back, letting wave after wave of climax wash over her.

Wenxiang stood up, feeling an unparalleled power. He looked at the unconscious Xiaojun, curled up naked on the sofa, thinking about the many possibilities that lay ahead, of completely controlling her body and mind.

Having vented his frustrations, Wenxiang decided to look around. He went upstairs into Xiaojun's room. Even from there, he could still hear Xiaojun's moans. He opened Xiaojun's closet and found a pair of white silk panties, the same style as her wet ones. Then he looked at the music CDs Xiaojun had collected.

About five minutes later, Xiaojun's noises downstairs finally stopped. Wenxiang went back downstairs and saw Xiaojun collapsed on the sofa, surrounded by his own fluids. One leg was bent at the knee, while the other dangled off the sofa. Her hands were still on her red and swollen labia. Her head was drooping to the right, and her mouth was wide open, as if she hadn't had time to close it before fainting. There were traces of saliva at the corners of her mouth.

Wenxiang found himself erect again, but there was no time to lose; he had to quickly clean up the scene and leave.

He picked up Xiaojun and placed her on another sofa, then used tissues to wipe away the traces left on the sofa. Next, he wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, kissed her nipple, and helped her put her bra back on. He then put on the clean underwear he had just taken, and helped her put her back on her original red dress.

Wenxiang spoke calmly, "Xiaojun, listen carefully to my voice, Xiaojun, can you hear me, Xiaojun?"

Almost half a minute later, Xiaojun responded.

"I...can...hear..." Her voice was very faint.

"Xiao Jun, I'm going to the bathroom now. As soon as I close the door, you'll wake up feeling refreshed and happy. You won't remember anything that happened after we came in, and you won't care what happened during that time. Time will pass quickly. Just remember, you think I'm very attractive, and you'll feel excited when you're with me, understand?"

"Yes…yes…" she mumbled.

Wen Xiang picked Xiao Jun up again, put her back on the sofa, picked up the remote and turned the TV volume back on, then went into the bathroom.

About a minute later, Wen Xiang came out, and Xiao Jun smiled at him.

"Solved," he said.

Xiao Jun stood up, turned off the TV, and saw him to the door. As Wenxiang was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and gently kissed Xiao Jun's lips. She immediately blushed and smiled. Wenxiang could see from her dress that her nipples were erect.

"Getting better and better," Wenxiang thought to himself as he left.

Chapter Thirteen During

lunch, Wenxiang sat in his usual spot, looking at the hypnosis book he had borrowed from the library that morning.

"Wenxiang, you've been reading that book all day. What are you trying to do? Are there naked women in it?"

Fatty asked from across the table.

Wenxiang glanced at him. "Well, Xiaojun is very interested in psychology, so I want to learn more about it to win her over."

"You? Mr. Xie Wenxiang? What else do you need to learn? I thought you knew everything."

Wenxiang smiled. "I just have better grades, it doesn't mean I know everything. For example, I don't understand women very well. Speaking of which, I remembered you still owe me a hundred dollars."

Fatty reached into his pocket, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and slammed it on the table. "You bastard, you still remember? But I admit I lost." After saying that, he took out his book and started doing his homework.

Wenxiang also continued reading his book, trying to find out how to overcome Xiaojun's obstacles.

Suddenly, Wenxiang felt someone tap his shoulder. He looked up and saw Xiaojun standing behind him, holding a folded piece of paper with "For Wenxiang" written on it.

"Xiao Jun, is this for me?" Wen Xiang asked in surprise.

Xiao Jun smiled. "Yeah, you know how boring that French class was. Now I have to go to world history class. Promise me you won't tell anyone what's in this letter?"

"Of course," Wen Xiang said, "I promise."

"Thanks, see you at club practice," Xiao Jun said.

"Okay, goodbye."

Before leaving, Xiao Jun suddenly kissed Wen Xiang on the cheek.

Fatty bowed. "I admire you so much..."

"Shut up, Fatty," he said.

Then Wen Xiang opened the note Xiao Jun had given him. It seemed his suggestion last time that "you can trust me and tell me everything" had worked. Xiao Jun had filled three whole pages with many private things about herself.

The first part is almost entirely rambling. Xiaojun writes about her childhood, saying she's an only child and always longed for a younger brother or sister. She went to church with her family from a young age; the church was like her second home. She says she's a devout believer in God and still goes to church regularly.

Next, Xiaojun mentions her previous boyfriends. Each of her relationships was short-lived. She had three boyfriends starting in her freshman year of college, and she describes her last boyfriend in more detail.

The man was a star player on Xiaojun's high school basketball team. Not long after they started dating, he invited her to the school dance. That night, like any college dance, everyone started doing "that," but Xiaojun told her boyfriend she didn't want to. She felt premarital sex was wrong. Her boyfriend tried to get her drunk, but failed. He then became violent and raped her, taking her virginity.

Xiaojun said her parents didn't want to publicize the incident; they didn't report the boy, but simply moved, which is why she transferred to her current school.

From that day on, Xiaojun no longer trusted men, so for the past year, she hasn't had any serious relationships with any boys. To heal her emotional wounds, she spends more and more time in church.

At the end of her letter, Xiao Jun told Wen Xiang that she found him very different. She didn't know why, but she felt she could completely trust him and tell him everything.

"Oh," Wen Xiang thought, "there's still a lot of work to do, to completely overcome Xiao Jun's fear of men and her resistance to sex."

Wen Xiang put away the letter and prepared to leave.

"Hey, what did she write?" Fatty asked.

"Just some woman's ramblings," Wen Xiang replied.

"Will she sleep with you?" Fatty asked, grinning.

"Tsk..."

"I bet you can't convince her to sleep with you, at least not within two weeks," Fatty said provocatively.

"What are you betting on?" Wen Xiang asked.

"I want my hundred dollars back."

"That's too pathetic," Wen Xiang said, standing up.

"Don't dare? How about oral sex for a week? Want to bet?" he provocatively said again.

Wenxiang smiled, "You've already lost." Then he walked away.

Chapter Fourteen: Alone at Home

Club practice went smoothly as usual, but Wenxiang noticed that Xiaojun was constantly paying attention to him. Because of Xiaojun, Wenxiang suddenly became popular. After practice, Xiaojun asked him for a ride, just like last time.

In the car, Xiaojun chatted about all sorts of things, and Wenxiang quietly placed his hand on Xiaojun's right hand. Xiaojun was startled and immediately quieted down, but she didn't pull her hand away. Wenxiang could see a faint smile on Xiaojun's lips.

The car fell silent. Xiao Jun focused on the road ahead, while Wen Xiang watched her. He could vaguely see her erect nipples through her shirt, but slowly Xiao Jun's smile faded, replaced by confusion. He sensed her resistance, a struggle against the unusual feelings within her.

The car arrived at Wen Xiang's house. He longed to hypnotize Xiao Jun and have one last moment of pleasure, but he couldn't now. There were crowds around, and people were home.

Wen Xiang gently kissed Xiao Jun's cheek, then got out of the car, waving goodbye. He went inside; his father was waiting for him.

"Wen Xiang, who was that?" his father asked.

"Oh, her name is Ni Peijun. She's a girl I met at school; she just gave me a ride home," Wen Xiang replied.

His father's expression suddenly turned serious. "Your grandfather suddenly passed away this morning. Aunt Xiaoqiong is still comforting your mother. The funeral is on Friday, and your mother and I plan to spend the weekend with your grandmother. Do you want to go?"

Wenxiang thought for a moment. "What if I don't go?"

"If you don't go, you'll have to stay home alone until Sunday night," his father replied.

Wenxiang suppressed his excitement and answered his father seriously, "I can manage my own life. I have a test next Monday, so I think I have to stay here." His father

looked at him. "Okay, I'll go tell your mother," he said, and walked towards the master bedroom. Then he suddenly stopped and turned back. "There are condoms on my bedside table if you suddenly need them." He winked at him.

Wenxiang knew his plan had been seen through, but he remained silent. He was excited, but now was not the time to show it. He went to his computer desk and began looking up some information about the Bible.

Chapter Fifteen: Moral Issues.

Wenxiang entered the classroom for his first class of the day, carrying three books he had just borrowed from the library. He placed the books on the desk and sat down.

After a while, Fatty also came in. He sat next to Wenxiang and took out his notebook and pen.

Wenxiang noticed that Fatty seemed to be writing something. He looked at himself and then wrote in his notebook.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wenxiang asked.

"I'm studying Master," Fatty replied, then continued drawing.

"Studying...what?" Wenxiang asked again.

"You know, Master, everything about you is something I must learn. I've been studying you for a long time, learning what you say, learning what you do. I'm determined to discover your secret."

Wenxiang laughed. "What secret? Let me see what you've written."

Fatty handed him the notebook. Wenxiang looked at his handwriting:

curly hair, white teeth, many books, faded jeans (Lee), ugly ripped shoes...

Wenxiang, both amused and exasperated, returned the notebook to Fatty. "I'll tell you, Fatty, I do have a secret, and I'll tell you, but you have to do me a favor, okay?"

"Of course, tell me what you need, and I'll make sure you're satisfied."

"First, I need to know who's hosting a party this weekend. I need their names and addresses. Can you give them to me at lunchtime?"

"Okay... I think it's okay. I don't think there will be any interesting parties. This weekend isn't anything special," Fatty said.

"It doesn't matter. That's just an excuse for me to ask Xiaojun out," Wenxiang said.

Fatty smiled. "I understand. Leave it to me."

Wenxiang lowered his head to look at his book. "Great. Let me have some peace and quiet now. I still have a lot to read." He put the two books on the ground and started reading the first one, "Psychological Barriers."

Last night, lying in bed, Wenxiang thought about some things. Turning someone into a sex slave is immoral and even a crime, so he definitely wouldn't find a book that teaches how to hypnotize someone into a sex slave. But then he thought that hitting someone is also a crime, unless it's in self-defense. So he thought that if he wanted to find a book on how to change someone's morals and beliefs, he had to start with books on therapy.

Psychologists always try to treat people with mental disorders and make them conform to societal moral values. This inevitably involves the use of hypnosis, but this clearly goes against the patient's wishes. Wenxiang thought that perhaps he could find the ironclad rules for resisting hypnosis in these books.

So, he began to read seriously.

Chapter Sixteen: The Boring Party.

Because he was completely absorbed in his book, Wenxiang felt the day went by quickly, and lunchtime arrived in no time.

When Fatty walked towards him, a smug smile was on his face, and he held a piece of paper in his hand.

"Right here, all the parties I can find this weekend," he said proudly.

Wenxiang reached out to take the note, but Fatty deliberately avoided it. "Wait a minute, you promised to tell me your secret before I'd help you, I'm waiting." He smiled smugly.

Wenxiang slowly said, "Okay, my secret is... are you really ready? Pheromones, added to my cologne, it drives women crazy."

Fatty smiled. "That's your secret? How am I supposed to find something like that?"

"I don't know, I stole it from my dad. I have half a bottle if you want." Wenxiang said, taking a half-full bottle from his backpack.

"Good friend!" Fatty said, reaching for the bottle.

This time, Wenxiang pulled his hand back. "Give it to me first." He smiled.

Fatty smiled and handed the note to Wenxiang, who in turn handed him the bottle.

Wenxiang then opened the note and looked at the name on it. "Li Aini?" he said. "That weirdo, what kind of party would a girl like that host?"

Fatty was smelling the fragrance from the small bottle. "Oh, a band party, you know. She only invites members of the military band. I heard those people don't even know how to host parties. They don't drink, and they even clean up the place together after the party. I don't want to go, but if you go, I'll still go see what Master is up to."

"Sounds pretty good. This way, Xiaojun will be more likely to agree, and Aini's house is nearby." Wenxiang said, stuffing the note into his pocket.

"I don't know why you want such a boring party, but Xiaojun will definitely..." Fatty noticed Wenxiang staring at something and quickly covered his mouth. He turned around and saw Xiaojun walking over.

"Hi, Xiaojun, how was your day?" Wenxiang asked.

"Oh, as boring as usual. I just wanted to say hello and see how you were doing."

"Actually, I was just thinking of inviting you to a party this weekend. Li Aini is hosting a band party; it's going to be a lot of fun. Do you want to go?" Wenxiang asked.

"I really want to go, but I need to ask my parents first," Xiaojun replied.

"Great! Tell me the result soon, okay?"

"Okay, I'll let you know soon. I have to go now, see you later."

"Wait, take this," Wenxiang said, taking a letter out of his pocket and handing it to her. "

This is for you." "You wrote this? Oh, thank you," Xiaojun said.

"Thank you, see you later."

"Okay, bye-bye," Xiaojun said, then walked away.

Wenxiang looked at Fatty, "What did you just say?"

"Nothing," Fatty said, pouring a little of the liquid Wenxiang gave him onto his hand and smelling it.

Wenxiang laughed, "Be careful, this will attract homosexuals too."

Fatty was startled, "Really?"

Chapter Seventeen The Back Door of the Soul

On Friday morning, after Wenxiang entered the classroom for his first class, he lay down on his desk and fell asleep, wanting to catch up on sleep before class.

He had stayed up very late searching for information online the night before because he had encountered a problem in one of the psychology textbooks he was studying, which he believed was the key to changing Xiaojun's values.

That was Chapter Twelve, the section on dissociative identity disorder. He discovered that this was what's commonly known as dissociative identity disorder. In some cases, hypnosis could be used to "merge" these personalities, thus curing the person's dissociative identity disorder. What caught Wenxiang's attention was the following tagline:

"Especially for dissociative identity disorder caused by psychological experiments."

This was the answer he was looking for. If hypnosis could cure dissociative identity disorder, then conversely, it should also be able to create a new personality.

Wenxiang repeatedly read the cases mentioned in this chapter. He wrote that dual personality disorder makes a person's behavior and speech completely different from two different people, including their values, memories, and beliefs.

Therefore, Wenxiang believed this was absolutely crucial; this was the loophole in the ironclad rules of hypnosis. He could make Xiaojun believe that she was another person, then she wouldn't have any reservations. This must be feasible. Now, all he needed was a perfect plan.

Suddenly, he smelled a strong odor. He looked up and saw Fatty walking towards him; he could even see the smell emanating from him.

Wenxiang couldn't help but laugh. "My God, what did you do, Fatty? Do you know I could smell you even when you were still outside?"

"I just used what you gave me yesterday. This morning on the bus, I used a little and sat next to some girls, but it didn't work at all. So I wanted to try using more, but it seems the more I used, the further away the girls moved from me. What did I do wrong?"

Wenxiang couldn't stop laughing.

"Class is starting, everyone quiet," Professor Fei said as she entered the classroom.

Everyone quieted down.

"What is that smell?" she asked. Everyone below chuckled, but no one answered. She followed the scent herself and quickly walked to Fatty's side.

"Wu, could you explain why you smell like...you've been drinking?"

"Alcohol? No, Professor, it's cologne. Do you like it?" His tone was even smug.

Professor Fei didn't seem to like it at all. "I don't believe it's cologne. I think it's alcohol. You'd better come to my office now and write a report." Then she grabbed Fatty and walked out.

"Oh my god, what did I do?" Wenxiang thought to himself.

Chapter Eighteen: Deciding on a Date

Lunchtime arrived, and Wenxiang didn't expect to see Fatty today. But what surprised him even more was that a girl tightly hugged Fatty's hand and walked over with him.

They walked up to him, and Fatty said, "Wenxiang! How about it? This is Xiaoxiang, Xiaoxiang, this is my best friend Wenxiang."

"Hello, Wenxiang," Xiaoxiang said.

"Hello, Xiao Xiang," Wen Xiang replied.

"Unfortunately, Xiao Xiang is going to her biology class now. I just wanted to bring her here so you could see her. Bye-bye, baby," Fatty said.

"Bye-bye," Xiao Xiang said, then kissed Fatty and left.

Fatty sat down and began to speak, "You won't believe what happened to me today. Professor Fei dragged me to his office, and they confirmed it wasn't alcohol. They even told me to go to the gym to shower. Then I went to my English class, and all the girls surrounded me. They said it was so cool that I dared to drink before class. Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Wen Xiang was quite surprised. He wasn't sure if he deserved Fatty's thanks, so he decided to act nonchalant, as if it were expected. "It's nothing,"

Xiao Jun said shortly after.

"Hi, Wenxiang," Xiaojun said.

"Hi, Xiaojun."

"I have good news! My parents agreed to let me go to Annie's party, so we can go together,"

Xiaojun said happily.

"That's great," Wenxiang replied.

"Where does Annie live?" Xiaojun asked.

"She lives near my house. You can park your car there, and we can walk over."

"Hmm, that sounds convenient."

"Did you read my letter?" Wenxiang asked.

"You saw it? Why?"

"Did you ask your parents about practicing in the club after school?"

"Oh, I don't need to ask them about that. It's fine to practice, and I think I should work harder."

"That's great."

"I have to go now, bye-bye."

"Bye-bye."

After Xiao Jun left, Fatty pouted and said, "Practicing after school? I know you must have something else in mind. No wonder you're my master."

"Are you done yet?" Wen Xiang looked at Fatty impatiently.

Chapter Nineteen Religious Barrier

Xiao Jun walked into the dimly lit practice room, and Wen Xiang followed her in, turned on the lights, and set up two chairs and a music stand.

Xiao Jun sat down, and then Wen Xiang closed the door.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Jun asked.

"Practice, huh?" Wenxiang said with a smile.

"You can't practice with me. I practice the flute, and you practice the trumpet," Xiaojun said, somewhat amused and exasperated.

Wenxiang walked behind Xiaojun and placed his hands on her shoulders to massage her. "Okay, actually I just wanted to watch you from here and see if you were slacking off before the competition."

Xiaojun relaxed her neck and hummed softly, "Mmm...so comfortable."

"You want to fall into a very, very deep sleep," Wenxiang said.

Wenxiang felt Xiaojun quickly lose her strength and fall forward. He quickly grabbed her shoulders to prevent her from falling forward, leaving only her head hanging heavily.

Then Wenxiang walked around to Xiaojun, spread her legs, and lifted her head back, making her open her mouth wide. He bent down and brought his mouth to hers, but he didn't stick his tongue in; he simply breathed into her mouth as she inhaled.

After about fifteen minutes, Xiaojun fell into a deeper hypnotic state. Wenxiang began calling her name, "Xiaojun, Xiaojun, can you hear me?"

Half a minute later, Xiaojun's weary mind responded.

"I can hear you."

Wenxiang had been preparing for this moment for a long time. He opened the sheet music in his hand and took out a prepared speech.

"Xiao Jun, when I'm with you, you feel very excited. This isn't my suggestion or command; it's my observation. Sometimes you feel uncomfortable with this aroused sexual desire. I see it; I can see it in your eyes. I know why you're uncomfortable, Xiao Jun. It's

because you're resisting. One part of you wants to give in to your desires, while another part is holding you back. You maintain your composure for many reasons—religion, fear, and physical reasons.

Listen to me, Xiao Jun, I want you to be happy, and you want to be happy too. I think I can use my knowledge and experience to help you.

I know you've always felt that sex is sinful, that it's unclean in God's eyes. This is the first concept I want to communicate with you.

Think about the Bible, written two thousand years ago; it seems to demand that women submit to it." The husband of a woman in the past could only obey her husband's commands without question, but two thousand years later, we interpret it as a woman being part of the family.

What does God really mean? The answer is yes, it's all the same. You see, the Bible wasn't written for a particular country or a specific point in time. He must have known that these words would give different revelations to the world as time changes. He foresaw that women would one day become independent and autonomous, so He wrote these words so that we can interpret them from our current perspective. Now let's look at sex in God's eyes.

When the Bible was written, people didn't have the concept of birth control. Two thousand years ago, if you had sexual relations, you would usually get pregnant. That was everything. That's why God required people not to have sexual relations outside of marriage.

For example, one of the Ten Commandments is "You shall not meddle with the wife of your friend."

These precepts don't specifically address two single individuals; it's just that many people have extended them to mean premarital sex is forbidden.

This is the interpretation from the past.

In modern times, we don't need to worry about pregnancy; we can elevate sexual relationships to a psychological level. Think about it, does the Bible say premarital sex is forbidden?

This is why God wrote it ambiguously. Just as women have autonomy, God also knew that people can control their reproduction. We don't need to worry about children; we have many protective measures. Sex now is simply an expression of love. Sex is not sinful, Xiaojun, even in God's eyes. Sex is beautiful. Although you've had unpleasant experiences, you can definitely overcome that obstacle.

Now we're talking about fear. Although sex is not sinful, I know you still feel fear.

This is a very serious issue, and I will explain it to you. Your fear stems from receiving too much misinformation when you were young. They exaggerated the issues of pregnancy and STDs to scare you. I know what you're feeling because I was afraid too. But you are a mature woman now. You know how to prevent pregnancy, and you know what precautions you should take. You are not a submissive puppet.

This is not just about overcoming fear; it's about growth that you must face. Now is the time for you to confront reality. Sex can be beautiful, Xiaojun. It's the purest expression of love between two people. Sex can make you whole; it's a natural part of life. Xiaojun, you must grow and put your fears aside.

I know there's another obstacle for you: your parents. You feel that being too intimate with boys will make them unhappy, and they've definitely been restricting you.

Why do they do this? Because having sex means you've grown up, and they don't want you to grow up. But this is a problem every parent has to face. Your parents must accept the fact that one day you will have to leave them. If you wait for their permission, it's unfair to both you and them.

You must acknowledge that your parents love you unconditionally, and once you decide to overcome this obstacle, they will forgive you.

Over the next few days, what I've said will be etched into your mind, becoming your own thoughts. You will seriously consider these things, accept them, decide to grow up, and bravely step forward. "

Wenxiang gave Xiaojun some time to absorb these words, then played with her body for a bit before finally waking her up.

He said first, 'Okay, I give up. I'll go to another practice room.'

Xiaojun raised her head. 'Your massage is really great.'

Chapter Twenty: The Date

Saturday, 8:05 PM.

Wenxiang kept pacing back and forth, feeling quite uneasy and apprehensive, which had started at six o'clock.

He doubted whether his plan would succeed. He had prepared condoms and the lines to be said during hypnosis in his coat pocket, but he was still very afraid that if his actions were exposed, Xiaojun's parents might send him to the police station."

Knock, knock…

Wenxiang suddenly felt his heart stop. “Is she here? I forgot to pay attention to the car.”

He looked out through the peephole and saw Xiaojun standing brightly in front of the door, still wearing simple blue jeans and a short-sleeved top, ready to go to Annie’s party with him.

Wenxiang opened the door, pretending to be surprised, and said, “Hi, Xiaojun, come in.”

Xiaojun walked in, and Wenxiang closed the door behind her.

“Wow, you’re so beautiful!” Wenxiang complimented her.

“Thank you,” Xiaojun smiled.

“By the way, you’ve never been to my house before. Would you like me to show you around?”

“Sure, where are your parents?”

“They’re on vacation. They love to travel and go out at least once a month,” he said.

Wenxiang showed Xiaojun around the house, and Xiaojun kept smiling. They started in the living room, then the kitchen, and finally Wenxiang's room.

He specifically introduced his waterbed to her.

"Have you ever slept on a bed like this before?" Wenxiang asked.

"No."

"Then you must try it, even if it's just for a few seconds, you must feel it." "

Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"No, not at all. Everyone I've brought home has slept on it."

Xiaojun smiled, "Really?" Then she lay down on the bed.

"It's very comfortable, isn't it?" Wenxiang said, "If you lay there longer, you'll definitely fall into a very, very deep sleep."

Xiaojun sighed and closed her eyes.

Chapter Twenty-One: The Disappearance of Nipei

Jun Wenxiang didn't know if he needed to use that kind of exhalation hypnotic induction again, but he had to try his best to guide Xiao Jun into the deepest hypnotic state, so he still followed the procedure and exhaled into her mouth until she yawned four times, and then took out the cheat sheet he had prepared and began to read it.

The first part was to deepen Xiaojun's hypnosis. He had Xiaojun imagine herself standing on thirty steps of a staircase, with a bed at the bottom. Wenxiang told her she felt very tired and wanted to lie down on that bed immediately. As he counted down from thirty, she could start walking down. With each step, she would enter a deeper hypnotic state. When she reached the end and lay down on the bed, she would be completely relaxed and enter the deepest hypnotic state.

The second part was about forgetting. He wanted Xiaojun to forget her memories and personality.

He asked Xiaojun to imagine herself standing in front of a very special little house. He was the owner of that house, and he invited her inside. When she entered, Wenxiang told her that she was very safe there, that she felt comfortable and could completely relax. There were three rooms in the house, each painted a different color: gold, blue, and red. In the center of each room was a chair, the same color as the room.

The first room was gold. Wenxiang had Xiaojun sit in the gold chair and asked her to recall her childhood, her school, her friends, her teachers, and her parents and family. When she left the chair, Wenxiang told Xiaojun that she didn't have to recall anything she had just thought of. He told her that every chair in the house was magical; it would absorb her memories, but she shouldn't worry, as long as she sat back down, the memories would return.

The second room was blue. Wenxiang had Xiaojun sit in a blue chair and asked her to recall her life from then on, everything that had happened since she was thirteen. After she had recalled for a while, Wenxiang asked her to get off the chair, and as before, she would forget everything she had just recalled.

The last room was red. Wenxiang had Xiaojun sit in a red chair and asked her to recall all the memories she could remember, everything: her high school life, her college life, her unpleasant experiences with her ex-boyfriend, moving, changing schools, joining the military band, and meeting Wenxiang.

The chairs gradually disappeared into the pitch-black room. The only light Xiaojun could see was faintly filtering in from outside the door. Once she left the chairs, she remembered nothing, not even her name. Wenxiang told her she wouldn't feel nervous or afraid; his voice would make her feel calm and safe. She knew that as long as she followed his voice, nothing bad would happen.

She opened the door and saw a gray-white room with three chairs in the center, each a different color: silver, green, and yellow.

Wenxiang told her they were going to play a game, and she would play someone else, and these three chairs held other people's memories.

Wenxiang said that after she sat in those three chairs, she would completely become that person.

Then he began.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Peipei

First, Wenxiang had Xiaojun sit in the silver chair and began to describe her childhood.

She could recall that her name was Peipei, she was the twelfth child in her family, her family was very poor, and everyone was always hungry. When she was very young, her parents sold her to the slave market, and she lost her parents. However, she met some good people. She spent most of her time playing indoors, so she didn't know where she was or what place she was in. She only had a few friends, and so much time had passed that she couldn't remember anything now.

Then, Wenxiang had Peipei sit up in the green chair and continued to describe her life.

When Pepe was six, she left her owner and was sent to a school where she learned basic literacy skills, enabling her to communicate with others. Most of her time was spent learning how to help out in the household, doing laundry, cleaning, and preparing meals.

She grew up in a group of about fifty girls of similar age, who looked very different—Black, White, Chinese, Asian… but everyone was treated the same, so in Pepe's eyes everyone was the same. When she was twelve, they were sent to another school.

The new school had new rules. Before, they never needed to wear clothes, which Peipei liked. But the new school required them to wear clothes until bedtime. She remembered hating this rule, but she had no choice but to obediently wear clothes.

One girl broke the rules; one night, she went to dinner completely naked.

Before, the punishments were mild, but this time it was terrible. She was kicked out of the school, thrown out naked. There were thugs waiting outside, always lingering there, waiting for someone to escape from the school.

Peipei remembered watching this horrific scene with the other girls. A group of men surrounded the girl, and then they never saw her again.

After that, Peipei learned to obey rules and orders.

Finally, Wenxiang had Peipei sit in the yellow chair and began to describe her recent life.

When Peipei was fifteen, the school held a meeting. They announced that only ten girls would graduate, and for the next four years, they would grade each girl, with thirty-nine girls being thrown onto the streets.

They didn't want to accept it, but they began to compete. Years of friendship crumbled instantly. Peipei knew that to survive, she had to be even more obedient.

When Peipei was sixteen, she faced more dietary restrictions and physical demands. She had to maintain her beautiful figure. Every week, they would check each girl's body, and several girls, because they were too fat, became the first to be expelled from school.

When Peipei was seventeen, she began learning about sex. First, she was taught how to please herself, and then how to please her instructor. At first, she was terrified, but after a few months, she learned how to enjoy orgasms, and masturbation became her happiest time.

It was at this time that Peipei discovered she enjoyed being a slave. Outside of school, all she saw was chaos and death; people worked hard, only to be plundered. Her job was so easy—she was well-fed and warmly clothed. All she had to do was obey, and she felt incredibly lucky.

When Peipei turned eighteen, they introduced a new rule: masturbation was forbidden unless ordered to. She remembered that one night someone was caught masturbating and immediately thrown out. By then, only fifteen of them remained.

This is Peipei's current situation. They need to select the ten best slaves from fifteen girls. Each of the fifteen girls has her own private trainer, and the trainers will decide each girl's fate.

Wenxiang asked Peipei to get off the chair, and then he asked the beautiful girl on the waterbed what her name was.

"My name is Peipei," Xiaojun said.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Sleeping Beauty Awakens

Wenxiang said, "Peipei, I am your trainer. You are now in a deep hypnotic state. I will wake you up in a moment, but before that, I want to give you a very special phrase, which is 'hypnotic state.' When you hear me say this phrase, you will immediately stop moving, lie down, and enter a very deep hypnotic state. Do you understand, Peipei?"

"Yes, I understand," Xiaojun said.

"After I snap my fingers, you'll start counting upwards, and Peipei will slowly wake up. You can count slowly, no need to rush. When you count to thirty, you'll wake up, open your eyes, and get up and kneel on the ground to let me know you're ready to obey my commands, understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Xiaojun replied.

Wenxiang snapped his fingers.

Xiaojun began to murmur, "One...two...three...four..."

Wenxiang felt extremely nervous. He wasn't sure if he would succeed. Would Xiaojun really become Peipei completely? Perhaps when she woke up, she would still be the original Xiaojun, and wonder why she was lying in his bed. Wenxiang couldn't predict what would happen next; he could only wait.

"...Twenty-four...twenty-five...twenty-six..."

Xiao Jun counted slower and slower.

"...Twenty-seven...twenty-eight...twenty-nine...thirty..."

Xiao Jun opened her eyes.

"How is it? What's next? Did I succeed? Will I get caught?" Wen Xiang kept thinking.

Xiao Jun sat up and then got off the waterbed. She looked at Wen Xiang, and Wen Xiang felt his heart stop beating.

But she didn't say anything, she just knelt down.

Wen Xiang instantly felt the corpus cavernosum in his lower abdomen filled with blood. He calmed down; now he was her coach.

"Pepe, we have some new rules. First, you must call me Master. When you speak to me, remember to include the word 'Master,' including when answering my questions. You must follow this rule from now on, do you understand?"

Xiao Jun seemed to think for a moment, then replied, "Yes, Master."

"Wow!" Wen Xiang exclaimed inwardly.

"The second rule is that although your name is Pepe, I will call you Slave. You will treat Slave as another name for you, understand?"

"Yes, Master," Xiao Jun replied.

Wen Xiang noticed that Xiao Jun was staring at him, which made him nervous. It seemed to be reminding him of the true identity of the beautiful woman in front of him.

"The third rule: you cannot look directly at me unless I command you to do so. When I am beside you, you must look straight ahead as if you see nothing, unless my command compels you to use your eyesight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," Xiao Jun replied.

At this moment, Xiao Jun looked away from Wen Xiang and stared blankly ahead.

Wen Xiang knew he had to hypnotize her again; he had a lot of work to do, but before that, he had to do something first, or his crotch would explode.

"Slave, come and kiss me passionately."

Xiao Jun stood up, looked at her master, and then went forward, kissing him wildly as if there were no tomorrow.

Wen Xiang had never experienced anything like this before. Their tongues intertwined, her abdomen pressed tightly against his erect penis, and he caressed her body wantonly.

Then Wenxiang unzipped his pants, pulling out his erect penis.

Xiaojun just kept kissing him, seemingly oblivious to everything.

"Stop," Wenxiang said.

Xiaojun immediately stopped, standing in front of him, staring blankly ahead.

"Slave, give me oral sex."

Xiaojun immediately knelt down and took Wenxiang's penis into her mouth.

Wenxiang felt extremely excited; he was almost confused. This had always been his dream. Was it real? Or was he just dreaming?

He looked up at the ceiling. "This can't be real," he thought. "I must be dreaming."

Then he looked down at Xiaojun sucking on his genitals. For a moment, Wenxiang felt as if his soul had left his body, observing this scene from somewhere else, the line between reality and dream becoming increasingly blurred.

He looked down again; it was undeniably real. Xiaojun was passionately performing oral sex on him. Then, he couldn't resist and ejaculated into Xiaojun's mouth.

But even after he ejaculated, Xiaojun continued to suck on his penis.

"Stop,"

Xiaojun stopped, staring blankly into the distance.

Suddenly, Wenxiang felt dizzy, as if he were drunk.

"Stay here," Wenxiang commanded.

He pulled up the zipper and left the room, then walked out of the house. The cold wind that hit him cleared his head considerably; he knew this was no dream.

He returned to the house, and before opening the door, he had a slight doubt that Xiao Jun might not be inside, but his worries were clearly unnecessary. Xiao Jun was still kneeling on the floor, staring blankly ahead.

"My God," Wenxiang thought, "this is real."

Chapter Twenty-Four: One More Time

Wenxiang checked the time: 9:45. He had to finish everything quickly; they still had to go to Annie's party.

"Slave, lie down on the bed."

Xiao Jun stood up, walked to the bed, and lay down, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Slave, look at me," Wenxiang commanded.

Xiao Jun's attention shifted to Wenxiang.

"Peipei, I'm testing whether you can adapt to this society. To achieve this goal, you need another personality. We've already used advanced technology to implant another personality into you. Whether you can successfully master both of your personalities is the key to your graduation, understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very good. I want you to close your eyes and relax. I'll hypnotize you in a moment. This will help me awaken your other personality. As usual, you will completely accept my commands and suggestions. Do you understand?"

Xiao Jun closed her eyes and answered, "Yes, Master."

"Hypnotic state," Wen Xiang said.

Xiao Jun exhaled and then began to breathe slowly and rhythmically.

In the hypnotic state, Wen Xiang still called Xiao Jun Peipei.

He asked Peipei to imagine herself in a gray-white room without a door. In the middle of the room was a white chair, which Wenxiang had Peipei sit on.

Wenxiang told her that the chair was magical and could take away or return her memories. There was a switch on the right side of the chair, pointing to several colors: silver, green, and yellow, while on the other side were gold, blue, and red.

Then Wenxiang gave Peipei the phrase "One more time." He told her that every time he said this phrase, the switch would turn, transforming Peipei into her other personality, Xiaojun, regardless of whether she was hypnotized or not.

Finally, Wenxiang told Peipei that she must remember that she was the true personality, which was why she knew Xiaojun, but Xiaojun didn't recognize her. He also told Peipei that if Xiaojun discovered her existence, she wouldn't be able to graduate from school and would be ruthlessly thrown onto the street.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Wenxiang asked.

Xiaojun replied, "Yes, Master."

"Wait a moment, I'll say the phrase I just gave you. After I say that phrase, this chair will send Xiaojun's memories into your brain, and you will wake up as Xiaojun. Xiaojun will believe that she has been lying here for the past two hours, talking about trivial things. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very good, one more time."

Xiaojun suddenly took a few breaths and then opened her eyes.

Wenxiang said to her, "It's fun chatting with you, but we should be leaving now, don't you think?"

Xiaojun looked a little confused, then stared at Wenxiang without saying a word, making Wenxiang feel uneasy.

"Wenxiang, I have a really strange taste in my mouth, and my throat hurts so much."

"Damn it," Wenxiang thought, "I forgot I should have made her rinse her mouth first."

He quickly figured he could easily brush it off.

"Oh, I also had a sore throat this morning. I hope I didn't infect you," Wenxiang said, feigning innocence. "I'm so sorry, I was so selfish. I should have told you as soon as you arrived."

Xiaojun quickly replied, "It's okay, I'm fine, but it doesn't seem right to go to Annie's party like this."

"Yeah, I think so too," Wenxiang agreed.

Then Wenxiang saw Xiaojun off. Before leaving, Xiaojun lightly kissed Wenxiang's lips, looking a little embarrassed. She didn't realize that this kiss was insignificant compared to the one she had given him ten minutes earlier.

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Chapter Twenty-Five: The Ecstatic Pleasure

Wenxiang was still too excited to sleep. His mind was filled with Xiaojun, fantasizing about his future sex slave, masturbating almost every hour.

He started thinking about practical matters.

Could humans really be changed so easily? Wenxiang thought about how his values came from his parents. If he had grown up in another family, would he still believe in the same god and be loyal to the same country?

He smiled. Not only that, his values also came from this ever-changing society. It was possible that one day he would wake up believing he was a completely different person, simply because he shouldn't have been in a different family. Is the bad guy sleeping next to her? To Xiao Jun, is he a bad guy? He just gave Xiao Jun a new set of values, and isn't that what society does?

He masturbated again.

What is the truth? When he was young, he always distorted reality in his mind; he would see the Southern Kingdom on the ground as a sword, and stones as tanks. As he grew older, he found that his ability to confuse reality with fantasy disappeared. Does this mean that human imagination changes with age? Will Xiao Jun let that fictional personality stay with her until she's thirty? Who knows?

The human heart is so fragile, which also means that Wen Xiang has completely controlled Xiao Jun. He felt a surge of excitement.

He masturbated again.

Finally, Wenxiang considered his next move. He had to carefully switch between Xiaojun and Peipei, just like during hypnosis. Xiaojun would notice the passage of time, and he could only use a very short time, or find a way to make Xiaojun think he was doing something else, for example, when she was about to go to bed.

Perhaps he could cuddle with Peipei all night, but no matter what Peipei was willing to do, the same thing would happen to Xiaojun. Xiaojun would notice something was wrong with her body. He realized it was two-sided; if he wanted to get Peipei, he would have to seduce Xiaojun as well.

Yes, seduction. He was seducing Xiao Jun.

He was masturbating again.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Training.

For the next week, he hypnotized Xiao Jun whenever he had the chance, and then hypnotized both Xiao Jun and Pei Pei's personalities separately.

When Wen Xiang turned Xiao Jun into Pei Pei, he continuously strengthened her personality. He had Pei Pei return to that gray room, sit in a chair, and then gave her more memories. He started with the horrific scene of her seeing her classmates being thrown out of school, and then gave her pleasant memories, usually related to sex or training.

The training also included some special instructions, such as "oral sex." Wen Xiang constantly taught Pei Pei what actions to take when she heard certain instructions.

Finally, he never forgot to remind her how happy she was to be a slave, the only thing she could do. He also told her that graduating was her life's goal, which was why she had to obey him unconditionally.

Sometimes Wenxiang would also hypnotize Xiaojun's original personality, strengthening her trust in him and making her even more irresistibly attracted to him. He even made her enjoy masturbation, requiring her to satisfy herself every night whenever she had the chance.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: New Toy

Wenxiang was happy that Saturday had arrived. Their military band had another competition, a one-and-a-half-hour drive away, and he could use the return trip to spend time with his new toy.

The competition ended smoothly, and they got second place. When they sat together on the way back, Wenxiang told Xiaojun the result, and she just looked very tired.

Xiao Jun took out a large blanket she had brought from under her seat.

"Oh dear, I forgot to bring a pillow," Xiao Jun said.

"Don't worry, this blanket is big enough. We can lean against each other and use it as a pillow," Wen Xiang said.

Xiao Jun smiled.

Then she spread the blanket over them both. This time, she didn't lean against the corner of the bus, but gently nestled against Wen Xiang, resting her head on his chest.

Wen Xiang was happy to be Xiao Jun's pillow.

The bus was still quite chaotic, and Wen Xiang thought he should wait a little longer before doing what he wanted to do.

Suddenly, he felt Xiao Jun lift her head and gently kiss his neck, as if Xiao Jun had finally succumbed to her desires. Although this was something Wen Xiang had constantly imposed on Xiao Jun, her initiative still made Wen Xiang feel a strange excitement.

Wenxiang responded quickly, lowering his head to kiss Xiaojun under the blanket.

He reached out and caressed her body.

Xiaojun stopped.

"No, please... just kiss me," she said innocently.

They kissed passionately again, and finally Xiaojun gently leaned against his arm.

But Wenxiang wasn't satisfied. If Xiaojun weren't so beautiful, he might have been content with just this kiss, but Xiaojun radiated such dazzling charm that he wanted more. Yet, he felt an indescribable urge. Xiaojun's initiative moved him so deeply, but now he wanted to deprive her of her freedom.

He paused, but the guilt didn't last long; after all, he was a man, a freshman already driven by lust.

"One more time," Wenxiang whispered in her ear.

Xiao Jun didn't move or change her position at all.

"Sit up."

Xiao Jun immediately sat up straight, and Wen Xiang saw that her eyes were staring blankly ahead.

Wen Xiang reached under the blanket and unzipped his pants, pulling out his penis, which had been hard and erect since Xiao Jun started kissing him.

Then he leaned in and whispered in Xiao Jun's ear, "Oral sex."

Pei Pei knew what she had to do; she immediately bent over and began sucking on her master's penis.

Wen Xiang pulled the blanket up, trying to completely cover this scene.

Under the blanket, he grabbed Xiao Jun's hair, guiding her rhythm.

He sat there, feeling Xiao Jun's warm lips moving against his genitals, and some exciting thoughts began to arise in his mind.

Xiao Jun disappeared so easily, abandoning all her education and reserve over the years, all because of those four words he had just uttered.

The person under the blanket was nothing more than a sex machine, a slave, a slave who couldn't live without a man.

This person would obey all his commands; she had no will of her own.

Thinking this, Wen Xiang shot a thick, white liquid into the mouth of this sex machine, and then his slave licked Wen Xiang's penis clean as thoroughly as possible before sitting up.

Wen Xiang sat there, slightly dizzy, for a while to calm himself down. Then he poured water for Xiao Jun, making her drink four cups.

"Hypnotic state."

Xiao Jun's body lost its strength, and Wen Xiang pulled her to his chest.

"I'll count to three in a minute. When I count to three, you'll wake up as Xiaojun, and then feel a desire to kiss me again. One... two... three..."

Wenxiang heard Xiaojun take a breath, and then shortly after, he felt Xiaojun's lips press against his neck.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Submission

After class on Tuesday, the rain poured down like crazy. Wenxiang and Xiaojun ran to the car, but they were still soaked.

Once in the car, Wenxiang couldn't help but look at Xiaojun. Her clothes clung to her body because of the rain, perfectly showcasing her alluring curves; she was so sexy.

Xiaojun also looked at Wenxiang, and then they fell silent, as if communicating with each other through their eyes. Wenxiang knew it was time to kiss her.

They kissed passionately, and a few minutes later, Wenxiang was shocked to find Xiaojun taking his hand and placing it on her breast. "It's okay," Xiaojun said, and they continued kissing.

The rain conveniently provided cover for them.

That strange feeling surged into Wenxiang's heart again; it was so beautiful. Xiaojun had once again willingly abandoned her reserve, but he also wanted Peipei to come out, to let him enjoy her even more.

However, this time the sense of guilt lingered. He decided to resist his desires. Although part of him only wanted Xiaojun's body, a part of him truly loved her.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jun whispered in his ear, "Wenxiang, do you want to come to my house?"

It was Tuesday, and Wenxiang knew that Xiao Jun's parents weren't home, and she was probably forbidden from bringing boys home.

He almost blurted out why, but he didn't do something so idiotic.

"Of course," he said.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Conservative Xiao Jun

When they entered Xiao Jun's room, Wenxiang noticed that she deliberately avoided his gaze; he could tell she was nervous.

Xiao Jun said, "I'll go change first, please make yourself at home." Then she went upstairs to her room.

Xiao Jun returned downstairs about five minutes later, wearing an oversized t-shirt, probably what she usually wore as pajamas.

She seemed surprised to see Wenxiang take off his shirt on the sofa, though it was to be expected, as his shirt was already soaked. She sat down beside him, still keeping her eyes closed.

Wenxiang wasn't wasting any more time. "Sleep very, very deeply," he said.

Xiaojun closed her eyes and slumped onto the sofa.

"Xiaojun, I need you to tell me honestly why you brought me to your house."

"Because I like you, I want to be closer to you, I want to sleep with you, and I thought that inviting you to my house might lead to something."

"So you're already prepared to sleep with me? Is this really what you want?" Wenxiang asked.

"Yes..."

This was what Wenxiang wanted to hear. "Xiaojun, I'll count to three. When I count to three, you'll wake up. And when you hear me say you can do it, you'll let go of all your reserve and get ready to make love with me."

"One...two...three..."

Xiaojun opened her eyes, as if nothing had happened. She still didn't dare look at Wenxiang.

Wenxiang leaned forward and kissed her neck. Xiaojun tensed all her muscles, not indicating whether she agreed or disagreed.

Then Wenxiang whispered in her ear, "You can do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaojun turned around and kissed Wenxiang's lips. She pushed Wenxiang down onto the sofa, straddled him, and caressed his chest with her hands.

Then she stopped. "Let's go to my room."

Taking Wenxiang's hand, Xiaojun led him upstairs. After they entered the room, Xiaojun closed the door and turned off the light.

"Leave the light on," Wenxiang suggested.

"No, I'll be shy," she said.

Wenxiang didn't say anything more.

Then Xiaojun took off her clothes and lay on the bed.

Wenxiang also took off his pants and underwear, put on the condom he always carried, and then went to the bed. He wanted to taste her vagina first, so he didn't go on top of her, but placed his hands on her feet.

"What are you going to do?" Xiaojun asked.

"Give you oral sex."

"Ugh, that's dirty," Xiaojun said, "Just kiss me, please."

Wenxiang didn't say anything more.

They started kissing, and Wenxiang explored Xiaojun's body with his hands. He rubbed her breasts, then kissed Xiaojun's nipples, while his hands explored her more private parts.

Wenxiang wanted to make sure Xiaojun was fully wet before penetration, so he started teasing her labia with his fingers. But Xiaojun spoke up again.

"Don't touch me there, please."

Wenxiang still didn't say anything.

Finally, Wenxiang thrust his penis deep into Xiaojun's body.

Xiaojun let out a pleasurable gasp.

Then Wenxiang pulled his penis out a little, then thrust it in deeply again, pumping rhythmically.

Sex isn't always as wonderful as it's portrayed on TV or in movies, especially this time. Xiaojun climaxed quickly, but Wenxiang wasn't satisfied at all. However, he wasn't upset because he knew his turn to be happy would come soon.

Wenxiang pulled his penis out of Xiaojun's body, stroked her hair, and whispered in her ear.

"One more time."

Chapter Thirty: Complete Control

. "Go turn on the light," Wenxiang commanded.

In the darkness, Wenxiang could see Xiaojun slowly walking towards the door, and soon the light filled the room.

Xiaojun stood in front of the switch, completely naked, staring blankly ahead.

"Open the window," Wenxiang commanded again.

Xiaojun went to the window and opened it.

"Slave, lie on the bed and spread your legs," he commanded.

Xiaojun completely obeyed without hesitation. She lay on the bed and spread her legs, completely exposing her most private parts to her master.

What a beautiful scene! Wenxiang had an urge to take a picture.

Then he whispered in Xiaojun's ear, "Sensitive touch."

This was one of the special instructions Wenxiang had given Peipei the previous week. This instruction made her clitoris a hundred times more sensitive than usual. Whenever he touched her genitals, an uncontrollable wave of pleasure would overwhelm her body like a burst dam, almost bringing her to orgasm with every touch.

Then Wenxiang bent down and licked her alluring labia. Xiaojun immediately screamed wildly. Then he used his fingers to explore even more sensitive areas inside her tight vagina.

Xiaojun almost screamed, her whole body convulsing, her head twisting wildly, but she did nothing to stop Wenxiang's attempt.

Wenxiang said, "Sensitive touch over."

Xiaojun finally calmed down.

Then Wenxiang lay down next to Xiaojun.

"Hold me on top of you, slave."

Xiao Jun knelt down and straddled Wen Xiang, aligning her vulva with his penis, allowing her master to penetrate deeply. He stared blankly ahead, his hands hanging limply at his sides, awaiting his next instruction.

Wen Xiang reached out and caressed Xiao Jun's alluring breasts, tracing his fingers along her navel.

"Make love to me," he commanded.

Xiao Jun began to move her hips up and down, moaning and clutching her hair. Soon, Wen Xiang felt he was about to climax, and so did Xiao Jun; she was commanded to orgasm simultaneously with her master.

Wenxiang thought his dream had truly come true. He looked at the lovely woman he had met just two weeks ago. He remembered how shy she had been just minutes before, but now she was making love to him wildly. Her original personality had vanished; she only obeyed his commands. Wenxiang had completely controlled her.

Wenxiang was panting, almost ejaculating. He saw Xiaojun staring at the ceiling, screaming wildly, and then they both climaxed.

Afterward, Xiaojun got off the bed and removed the condom from Wenxiang's penis, then licked it clean of the semen he had left on it. She was trained to do this.

Fifteen minutes later, Wenxiang and Xiaojun went downstairs.

"Doggy style," Wenxiang whispered in Xiaojun's ear.

Chapter Thirty-One: Transition

Over the next two months, Wenxiang and Xiaojun grew increasingly intimate. At Wenxiang's suggestion, Xiaojun became more open about sex. During this time, Wenxiang also frequently had Peipei appear to reinforce this other personality within Xiaojun.

Wenxiang began to feel conflicted. He loved Xiaojun, he loved her cheerful smile, but what truly aroused his lust was Peipei's blank and submissive gaze. Because of his affection for Xiaojun, Wenxiang felt guilty every time Peipei appeared, yet he couldn't resist her temptation.

Therefore, Wenxiang made this decision: he would merge Xiaojun's two personalities.

After class on Friday, Wenxiang and Xiaojun were being affectionate in the practice room. By this time, Xiaojun was quite used to this, but today, besides intimacy, Wenxiang had other things to deal with.

As they were getting intimate, Wenxiang whispered in her ear, "Hypnotic state." Xiaojun immediately lost her strength, and Wenxiang laid her on the floor.

"Peipei, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Master," Xiaojun replied.

"You've done very well, Peipei. You are a very competent slave, but the final and perhaps longest test awaits you. Are you ready to accept this challenge?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very good. You fully understand that Xiaojun has memories and a past, don't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Before, when you woke up as Xiaojun, your memories disappeared. The final test is to change that. From now on, I don't want you to become Xiaojun. You are still Peipei, but you will imitate Xiaojun's actions. This is possible because you understand everything about Xiaojun. You will act the same way as the usual Xiaojun."

"You will pretend to be Xiao Jun. You will smile when she should smile. You will resist other people's suggestions and orders just like her. However, when I, Xie Wenxiang, your master, give you orders, you will still obey like Peipei. When I say 'One more time,' you can stop playing the role of Xiao Jun. When I say those four words again, you will continue to play the role of Xiao Jun. But you will always be Peipei. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very good. Begin. You will start counting and then slowly leave the hypnotic state. When you count to twenty, you will wake up as Peipei and start playing the role of Xiao Jun. Now start counting."

"One...two...three...eighteen...nineteen...twenty..."

Xiao Jun opened her eyes, saw her master, and then showed a happy smile.

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Origin

The next day, Wenxiang sat at home, marveling at the beauty of life. He was just a freshman in college, yet he possessed such a perfect sex slave. But he was also dissatisfied because he couldn't share his achievement with anyone.

A voice echoed in his mind: "What's the point of possessing the world if you can't share it with anyone?"

Wenxiang deeply felt the aptness of this statement, but he dared not tell anyone about it; he might end up in jail.

He knew there were many legal penalties for hypnotizing and raping women. He didn't know what crime he would be convicted of, but he absolutely didn't want to try it.

Finally, he had an idea: perhaps he could write his experiences into a "fictional"

novel and publish it online, at least allowing him a moment of inner vanity.

So he turned on the calculator and began to write:

"A Freshman's Club Adventure - Chapter One - Encounter..."

[The End]

Chapter One Encounter

Xie Wenxiang was the last person to board this old yellow bus. The bus was full of students from the school's marching band preparing for a competition, and the other seats seemed to be occupied by freshmen as well. He looked around but couldn't find any seats, so he walked helplessly towards the back of the bus.

"God, please give me a seat," Wenxiang cried out in his heart. If there were no seats, he would have to change buses.

Then he finally saw hope. Ni Peijun was sitting in the last row. There was no one next to her, only a large thermos.

The band conductor, He Luo, boarded the bus at this moment. "Is everyone seated?" he shouted, then saw Wen Xiang standing at the back. "What's wrong, Wen Xiang?"

Wen Xiang looked at him. "There are no seats left, I think I'll have to..."

He Luo interrupted him, immediately noticing the thermos next to Ni Peijun. "Put this thermos on the ground, you can sit here."

As Wen Xiang moved the thermos to the ground, he heard He Luo shout again, "Sit comfortably, face forward, and don't talk." Soon, he sat down and obediently faced forward.

Wen Xiang kept thinking about Ni Peijun beside him. Xiao Jun was a very beautiful girl with a model-like figure. He really couldn't understand how such a dazzling girl could join this lifeless club.

Although his head was looking forward, the helmet worn by the military band student in front of him allowed him to see Xiao Jun's reflection. He carefully admired Xiao Jun's face and eyes; she stared blankly ahead. Wen Xiang unconsciously imagined her as a hypnotized woman. He had always had fantasies about this, and just imagining it made his genitals swell.

"Relax," the military band conductor called again, "One more hour!"

Wen Xiang sat quietly, thinking about how to hide the unnatural bulge in his crotch.

At this moment, Xiao Jun took off her helmet, letting her long hair fall down. "Oh, this thing is really uncomfortable," she said, spreading her legs and placing the helmet into the box beneath her seat.

Looking at Xiao Jun's slender figure, he felt the swelling in his lower body becoming increasingly unbearable. He calmed himself down and forced himself to think about other things. After a few minutes, he finally calmed down a little.

When Xiao Jun put away her helmet and sat up straight, he wanted to break the silence between them. "The competition is about to start. Are you nervous?"

Xiao Jun smiled. "Yes, quite nervous."

Wenxiang asked, a little confused, "I'm surprised to say this. I thought you were already used to it."

"Actually, this is my first time competing here. Although I'm already a second-year student, I only transferred here this year," Xiaojun replied.

"Great!" Wenxiang exclaimed inwardly. Xiaojun was much more approachable than he had imagined. Maybe this opportunity would lead to something between them!

"Can you tell me why you joined this club instead of one of the more popular ones..." he asked.

Xiaojun smiled again, "Maybe it's because my family is more conservative, and my parents don't want me to join those complicated clubs."

Wenxiang shrugged. "Oh, maybe it'll be difficult." He thought to himself, and the conversation ended there.

Chapter Two: The Challenge

"Sit comfortably, face forward, and don't talk," the military band conductor shouted again.

The bus pulled into the rest stop, and everyone quickly got off after it stopped. A mountain of peanut butter sandwiches awaited them.

Fatty, a freshman, walked up to Wenxiang. "Hey, Wenxiang, how's it going?"

"Nothing much, just think these sandwiches are awful," Wenxiang said.

"Don't pretend. I heard you were sitting next to Ni Peijun. How could you sit with her?"

"Luck... I guess. When she saw me, she asked me to move her thermos and sit next to her. What could I say? Me, the heartbreaker," Wenxiang said with a laugh.

Fatty said, "I really wish that person was me. Would you ask her out?"

Wenxiang boasted, "Maybe. I can tell she's completely attracted to me. Maybe she'll ask me out later." Fatty

frowned. "Really? I heard she's a very chaste woman. Everyone says she's never even tried kissing, and she's a year older than you."

Wenxiang said unconvinced. "So what if she's a year older? I'm telling you, you come and ride on my bus number three later, and I'll show you what this so-called chaste woman is like."

Although Wenxiang said this, he actually knew that the military band rules didn't allow changing buses at will, so there was no way Fatty would get on his bus.

Fatty wasn't about to back down. "You mean you can sleep with her? Bullshit! I bet you a hundred dollars you won't even get a kiss on the cheek."

"A bet it is, a hundred dollars, who's afraid of who?" Wenxiang said, extending his hand.

"It's a deal." Fatty smiled and shook his hand.

Chapter Three: Opportunity Arrives .

Every bus began to gather students, preparing to head to the competition venue. Wenxiang was also waiting in front of his bus when Yaotian walked up to him.

"Wenxiang," Yaotian said, "Fatty told me you made a bet with him. He said he couldn't get on this bus, so he asked me to come and check. I can't believe you'd want Ni Peijun. If you succeed, we'll be so envious of you."

Wenxiang thought, "Great, I'm not the only one on bus number three. This time, a hundred dollars has flown away."

The October night was a bit chilly, and the students on the bus were all covering themselves with blankets. Xiaojun took out the blanket her mother had prepared for her, which was obviously a bit too big.

Xiaojun looked at Wenxiang, "Want to share with me? My mom obviously thinks I'm too big."

She tried to say it humorously.

Wenxiang smiled, wondering if Xiaojun's invitation implied something, "Of course, thank you,"

he replied.

Xiao Jun handed him a corner of the blanket, then curled up with her back to him, shrinking into a corner of the bus.

"Obviously, she didn't mean anything by it," he thought.

Wen Xiang looked around and saw several couples huddled together under their blankets. He felt envious. He noticed the couple in front of him kissing passionately. He leaned forward to get a better look, but the blanket slipped down his body.

He was startled and looked at Xiao Jun beside him, only to find that she was already fast asleep. She had prepared a pillow and was leaning against the window, comfortably reclining. Her legs were slightly apart from being relaxed, and her hands were naturally placed on her inner thighs.

At Wenxiang's age, he often had various sexual fantasies, especially about exploring the body of an unconscious girl. Xiaojun's posture gave him an unparalleled allure. He sat back down, his mind wandering.

In a health education class, during a lesson on CPR, Wenxiang asked the teacher what would happen if he exhaled carbon dioxide into someone's mouth. The teacher replied that exhaled air still contains 15% oxygen, which isn't enough to keep someone awake, but enough to keep them alive.

After learning this, Wenxiang inexplicably fantasized that if he exhaled into a sleeping woman's mouth, after a while, she would likely become completely unaware and allow him to do whatever he wanted. He thought this seemed reasonable, but he never had the chance to try it.

But isn't this a perfect opportunity? Wenxiang kept fantasizing about various possibilities.

Suddenly, Xiaojun stirred, interrupting Wenxiang's daydream. She seemed unwell, then groggily grabbed a pillow and, surprisingly, rested her head on Wenxiang's lap and continued sleeping. Wenxiang

looked at Xiaojun on his lap, knowing she hadn't been fully awake and had no idea what he was doing.

"Xiaojun," he called softly.

There was no response.

Wenxiang looked at this beautiful girl resting her head on his lap, and many more fantasies surfaced within him. He knew he had an hour and a half before school, and desire consumed his reason. He even completely forgot about his bet with Fatty.

"Okay," Wenxiang thought to himself, "If she wakes up, I can just pretend I'm waking her."

Chapter Four: Sleeping Beauty.

Wenxiang lifted his right leg and crossed it, gently moving Xiaojun's pillow to raise her head higher. Then he leaned forward, bringing his mouth as close to hers as possible without touching her lips. He gazed at Xiaojun's tightly closed eyes, noticing her eyes constantly moving beneath her eyelids.

He had studied this before and knew it was called REM sleep, the last cycle of the sleep cycle. He watched her, and as she inhaled, he exhaled into her.

As he did this, Xiaojun would occasionally yawn. He thought it was a sign that she was starting to lack oxygen. He took advantage of her yawns to breathe more forcefully into her. After a while, Xiaojun yawned about four times, and Wenxiang noticed that her body seemed to have completely lost its strength; her eyes were no longer moving. Wenxiang

felt that was enough.

He decided to test Xiaojun first; it would be terrible if she only woke up when he put his hand under her pants.

He thought for a moment, then started tickling Xiaojun, thinking that even if she woke up, she wouldn't think he was a pervert.

He started tickling her.

...Fifteen seconds.

...Thirty seconds.

No response; Xiaojun was like a doll.

Wenxiang's lower body was uncomfortably swollen. He used his right hand to lift Xiaojun's body, then unzipped his pants to adjust her position before letting her lie back down.

"It's safer to test it again," Wenxiang thought. He gently pried open Xiaojun's eyelids, only seeing the whites of her eyes. "My method worked, she really has lost consciousness!" he shouted in his heart.

Wenxiang carefully admired this stunning beauty, the woman of his dreams. She possessed a beautiful and innocent face, and a slender, alluring figure.

Wenxiang lifted her legs, making Xiaojun lie back on the chair. He spread her thighs, exposing her completely. One of Xiaojun's hands dangled under the chair, while the other rested between her thighs.

Wenxiang removed her hand and placed it aside.

He began to caress Xiaojun's lips with his fingers, slowly moving down her body until he reached the mysterious area between her thighs. He stroked her genitals through her clothes, then slipped his tongue into her mouth. Xiaojun still did not react.

Wenxiang suddenly heard a faint gasp. "What...?"

He looked up and saw Yaotian standing beside him, staring at him in surprise. Then, realizing he had interrupted someone's good time, Yaotian walked away on his own.

Wenxiang smiled. "Mission accomplished."

Chapter Five New Discovery

"The clothes are so thick," Wenxiang thought to himself.

But he was also quite lucky. Xiaojun was wearing a simple uniform, with only a shirt and band trousers under her coat. Wenxiang had already unzipped her trousers, revealing white silk underwear.

Wenxiang considered his next move, reaching under her clothes to stroke her abdomen. He felt her skin was warm, smooth, and slender. It was such a perfect body, Wenxiang thought with satisfaction.

He suddenly realized he shouldn't let too many people see, so he picked up a blanket and covered Xiao Jun with it.

Under the blanket, Wen Xiang boldly moved Xiao Jun's body closer, letting her back rest on the pillow on his lap. This made Xiao Jun's already full breasts appear even firmer, pressing against Wen Xiang's face, while her head swayed limply in the air.

Wenxiang lifted her clothes, but it was a bit difficult to unhook her bra under the blanket, so he lifted the blanket as well. The cold air inside the bus made Xiaojun's nipples stand up clearly even through the bra. He unhooked her bra, grabbed her left breast firmly with his palm, massaged it, and bent down to suckle her right nipple. His other hand was also busy, reaching under her panties to caress her labia.

"This little girl's pussy is really tight," Wenxiang thought.

He gently bit her nipple.

...No response.

Xiaojun seemed to have completely fainted, but Wenxiang still thought he shouldn't bite anymore, otherwise it wouldn't be good if she was still in pain when she woke up.

Suddenly, he caught sight of He Luo standing at the front of the bus. He quickly covered Xiao Jun with the blanket again. He Luo slowly walked over, stopping at each seat. Wen Xiang heard some commotion.

He leaned forward. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Inspection," a voice replied.

"Inspection of what?" he asked curiously.

"He Luo said we can't do anything intimate on the bus, so he sometimes comes to check and makes everyone hold out their hands for him to see."

"Hmm, Xiao Jun is asleep."

"Wake her up."

"Go to hell!" Wen Xiang thought to himself, hurriedly fastening Xiao Jun's bra, unzipping her pants, and putting on her shirt.

By this time, He Luo had already reached the middle of the bus.

Wenxiang took the blanket down and let Xiaojun lie down against the bus window, but Xiaojun's body was limp and she immediately fell forward.

"Get lost!" Wenxiang cursed under his breath. He lifted Xiaojun's shoulders and gently called in her ear, "Xiaojun, wake up."

...Her head drooped forward again.

"Xiaojun, wake up, can you hear me?"

...No response.

Heluo was almost at this position.

Wenxiang used his fingers to pry open Xiaojun's eyelids.

"Xiaojun, wake up!" he said in a more stern voice.

Xiaojun made some muffled sounds.

"Finally!" Wenxiang thought. He put Xiaojun back in her seat and tried to calm himself down. He asked calmly, "Xiaojun?"

"What?" Xiaojun responded vaguely.

"Are you awake?" Wenxiang asked.

"No, my head hurts so much," she replied.

"Okay, wake up quickly."

"I can't wake up," Xiaojun replied, "I'm so tired."

Wenxiang blinked, thinking to himself, "What the hell!"

Xiaojun's voice didn't sound like she was being stubborn about not wanting to get up; it was a very peculiar, gentle, and emotionless voice.

"Xiaojun, are you awake?" he asked again.

"No," she replied calmly.

Wenxiang didn't know how to react; he had never encountered such a strange situation before.

He Luo patted Wenxiang's shoulder.

"Check him."

Wenxiang looked at him, still puzzled, and held out his hands.

"What about Xiaojun's?" He Luo asked.

"Uh...she's asleep."

He Luo glanced at her and grinned. "Okay, don't wake her. I know you two are fine."

He Luo walked away.

Wen Xiang sat there, hundreds of thoughts flashing through his mind, while Xiao Jun still lay limply in the corner of the bus.

Chapter Six: Hypnotic State

When He Luo returned to the front of the bus, Wen Xiang calmed down, thinking about the current situation.

"Okay," he thought to himself, "she's not awake, but she's talking to me."

...He fiddled with his thumb.

"Maybe she's just talking in her sleep."

...He fiddled with his thumb.

"But she's answering my questions."

...He fiddled with his thumb.

"She's asleep, but her subconscious is awake."

This thought flashed through his mind.

"She's asleep, but her subconscious is awake."

It kept repeating in his mind.

Wenxiang often fantasized about hypnotizing women, so he had a little knowledge of hypnosis. He knew that hypnosis involved focusing a person's attention on something while their subconscious remained awake. He also knew that there were many states of external sleep, and the deeper the external consciousness slept, the more receptive the subconscious was to suggestions.

However, he had never seen how to awaken only the subconscious when someone was already asleep.

He decided to take advantage of this situation.

"I want to know how deeply she's sleeping."

He looked at Xiaojun, remembering that when he lifted her eyelids earlier, he could only see the whites of her eyes.

His penis became erect again, but he was still very nervous. He had just fulfilled a dream he hadn't been able to achieve for years, and now he wanted another? "I must be crazy," he thought.

A voice kept echoing in his mind: In your twenty years of life, how many things have you regretted not trying?

"I'm not ready yet," he said to himself, "but if I don't do it now, I might never have another chance."

Fortunately, He Luo's examination had woken everyone up, and the bus was now bustling with activity, making it less likely that anyone would notice what he was saying.

He thought of stories about hypnosis he had read before and began to speak.

"Xiao Jun, can you hear me?" he said calmly.

"Yes, I can," she replied in that still faint voice.

"Listen to me, Xiao Jun, pay attention to my voice. You can only hear my voice. My voice makes you feel very warm. You like listening to my voice, listening to what I'm saying, don't you, Xiao Jun?"

"Yes...yes..." she sounded as if she was too weak to speak.

"You like my voice, you like me, you're happy to be sitting next to me, aren't you, Xiaojun?"

"Hmm...hmm..."

He thought for a moment, "What should we do now?"

"You like how you feel right now, peaceful and relaxed, completely open to me, aren't you, Xiaojun?"

"Yes..."

"Very good. I want you to listen very carefully to my voice and take my words to heart. Every time I tell you 'go to sleep very, very deeply,' you will return to this special state, listening to my comforting voice. Tell me, what words will bring you back to this special state?"

After a few seconds, she answered, "Go to sleep very, very deeply." She whispered.

Wenxiang thought to himself, "Now is the time. It would be a shame not to take advantage of this opportunity." Then he began to speak.

"Very good, you like me, Xiaojun. You like me a lot, so you want to come to your house after practice tomorrow, understand?"

"Understood." The voice came from Xiaojun's lips.

He stopped, feeling that this was enough for today. He wanted to try whether the hypnotic command he had just given her would work, but now it seemed he couldn't wake Xiaojun up.

"I won the bet and achieved my dream, so I shouldn't ask for too much." He thought.

So he just sat there, constantly fantasizing about his future with Xiaojun, his new sex slave.

Chapter Seven: Testing the Hypnotic Command

The next day, Wenxiang's mind was filled with Xiaojun's image. In fact, he hadn't seriously considered what he should do if the hypnotic command really worked.

During practice, Wenxiang kept stealing glances at Xiaojun, trying to see if she was paying more attention to him than before, but Xiaojun seemed completely the same as always.

Because of her striking appearance, most people assumed she was arrogant, but Wenxiang didn't know if she was proud or just shy.

After practice, Wenxiang stood by the instrument room waiting, hoping Xiaojun would come to him, but when she arrived, she simply walked past him, went into the instrument room, and left, as if she hadn't seen him at all.

"Okay," Wenxiang thought disappointedly, "maybe the hypnosis really was just my imagination."

He picked up his backpack, ready to go home alone. Halfway there, a car blocked his way. Xiaojun opened the car door and leaned out. "Hi, Wenxiang, want a ride?"

Wenxiang's heart pounded. He wasn't sure if this meant his hypnosis had worked. "Of course, great!" he said with a smile.

Wenxiang walked to the car, constantly glancing at Xiaojun. She was incredibly sexy, even though she was only wearing ordinary jeans and a white top.

After sitting down next to Xiaojun, he looked at her, considering when to give her the hypnotic instructions he'd given her yesterday.

"Where do you live?" Xiaojun asked.

"A strange street. Have you ever heard of falling into a very, very deep sleep?" he replied.

Wenxiang stared intently at Xiaojun. For about half a second, he was still afraid that the hypnotic command wouldn't work. Then he saw Xiaojun's smile gradually relax, followed by her gentle closing of her eyes, her face becoming expressionless, her hands sliding off the steering wheel, her body leaning back in the seat, her foot off the accelerator, her lips slightly parted, lying motionless.

"My God," Wenxiang exclaimed inwardly, "It really works."

Chapter Eight,

Lesson Wenxiang was quite excited about his ability to control Xiaojun's mind. He could hypnotize Xiaojun anytime he wanted. The question now was, what could he do to her?

Without a word, Wenxiang placed his hand on Xiaojun's knee, then slowly slid it down to her inner thigh, to her most private area. He pulled her right leg over, exposing her genitals to him even more unguarded. He caressed them wantonly, imagining the soft, alluring vulva beneath her jeans, then kissed her slightly parted, unsuspecting lips. Now it was time for more tests.

He said in a gentle voice, "Xiaojun, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can." Her voice was even clearer than yesterday.

"When you wake up, you'll feel incredibly excited. You'll kiss me wildly, and when you kiss me, you'll feel a profound emptiness in your genitals. This desire will make you abandon all your inhibitions. Do you understand?" After

several seconds, Xiaojun said in a slightly uncomfortable voice, "No." "Damn it!

" Wenxiang thought to himself, "I knew reality wouldn't be like my dreams."

He calmed down and thought, "Something must have gone wrong. Maybe I was too impatient. I should have guided her more gently."

Wenxiang continued, "Xiaojun, do you think I'm attractive?"

"Hmm...you're quite cute," Xiaojun replied.

Wenxiang hated the word "cute." That was an adjective for little boys. He wanted words like handsome and sexy.

"Xiao Jun, I'm very charming. You think I'm handsome and sexy, you know?"

Several seconds passed before Xiao Jun responded. "What do you mean by sexy?"

"What's going on?" Wen Xiang thought to himself, "This is really strange."

Xiao Jun kept resisting his suggestion, as if she were only in a very light hypnotic state, unlike yesterday on the bus when she would only say yes or mumble "uh-huh," seemingly without any of her own thoughts. Her voice also sounded different from yesterday.

Remembering yesterday's bus trip, he remembered repeatedly suggesting that Xiao Jun tell him she liked him.

"Xiao Jun, do you like me?" Wen Xiang asked.

"I like you very much," Xiao Jun answered without hesitation.

"Screw you," Wenxiang thought to himself, "I forgot to tell her yesterday that I'm attractive to her. Great, she likes me. Maybe we can go out for ice cream together."

Time is precious; if it drags on too long, Xiaojun might find what's going on.

Wenxiang considered using the same trick he used on the bus yesterday, but that would take too much time, and it wasn't convenient at his home. So he decided to ask Xiaojun first.

"Xiaojun, is anyone home when you get home?"

"...My mom," Xiaojun replied.

"Is she home every day after school?" Wenxiang asked again.

"No, on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

"What time is she not home on those two days?" Wenxiang continued.

"Five to six o'clock."

"Hmm," Wenxiang thought to himself, "Only an hour, but at least there's a chance. I need to wake her up now, so she doesn't realize too much time has passed." "

Xiaojun, I'll count to three. When I count to three, you'll wake up and forget what we just said. One... two... three..."

Xiaojun woke up, and Wenxiang continued, "After you get to the intersection, turn right, then turn onto the side street."

Xiaojun looked at him, "Um, tell me as we walk."

"Okay." Wenxiang replied, and the car started moving forward.

Chapter Nine: The Woman in Red Waiting

until Tuesday was really difficult. Wenxiang felt restless all day at school. He saw Xiaojun wearing a red dress with floral patterns, the hem of which reached her knees.

He didn't really like Xiaojun's outfit; the excessively high neckline completely covered her alluring cleavage. He desperately wanted to strip Xiaojun naked right then and there, and he knew he could do it—it wasn't just a fantasy.

After class, the two of them went to the clubroom first, then walked together to the parking lot. Wenxiang found it packed with people.

They hadn't left until six o'clock yesterday because of club practice, and he hadn't expected the parking lot to be so crowded at four.

"Ugh," Wenxiang thought, "I can't use hypnosis like this."

"What kind of music do you like?" Wenxiang asked.

"I listen to everything," Xiaojun replied.

Wenxiang paused for a moment before continuing, "Don't you think this is unfair? You've seen my house, but I still don't know where you live. I have an idea: you take me to your house first. I want to see what your house looks like, and maybe you can show me what CDs you've collected. That way, you won't have to recite all your favorite singers to me."

Xiaojun laughed. "That's much easier, but to be honest, my mom isn't home. I don't think she'll like me bringing a boy home at this time. You might think it's ridiculous, but my parents are really strict."

Wenxiang said disappointedly, "Okay then... I can't go into your house to see your CDs, but you can bring..." "Shall I drive to your door?"

Xiao Jun thought for a moment, "Okay, it's a bit far, but I'll drive anyway."

Later, Xiao Jun drove to a community, turning left and right for a long time before stopping. "My home is upstairs here."

Wen Xiang looked up and saw a white, luxurious apartment building. "Wow, your home is great," he said, then looked at Xiao Jun. "You know, I didn't mean to, but I really can't hold it in anymore. Could you lend me the bathroom?"

Xiao Jun thought for a moment, "Okay, sure."

Xiao Jun drove the car into the parking lot, while Wen Xiang kept admiring Xiao Jun's beautiful figure, which looked exquisite in her dress, especially her slender waist and beautiful legs.

Wenxiang couldn't wait any longer. As soon as Xiaojun turned off the car, he said to her, "Xiaojun, have you ever heard of a band called 'Very Deep, Very Deep Sleep'?"

Xiaojun wanted to answer his question, but her mind had already accepted the command. Her head drooped to one side, and she slumped weakly into the chair.

The important thing was Xiaojun's room; Wenxiang could only spend a little time there. "Xiaojun, you know you've been walking all day. I bet you must be very tired, right?"

"Yes, a little tired," she replied flatly.

"Yes, so when I borrow your bathroom, you'll want to lie down and relax, right?"

Xiao Jun thought for a moment, "Yes."

Wen Xiang didn't plan to do anything to her now; he just wanted to make sure he wouldn't hurt Xiao Jun when he gave the hypnotic command. "I'm going to count to three. After I count to three, you'll wake up and won't remember anything we just said. One... two... three..."

After seeing Xiao Jun wake up, he opened the door and got out of the car, as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Jun quickly recovered and got out of the car. Then they went to the door, and Xiao Jun opened it.

Then they went inside. Wen Xiang saw a large-screen TV and two comfortable sofas in the living room on his left, and a wall with many doors on it on his right.

"The bathroom is by the second door," Xiao Jun said, pointing with her finger.

Wenxiang went into the bathroom and heard Xiaojun turn on the TV outside. He stood there, contemplating whether now was a good time to use hypnosis. Although it was a bit dangerous, the thought of Xiaojun's dress and the alluring body beneath it made him decide.

He shouted loudly, "Xiaojun, have you ever heard of falling into a very, very deep sleep?"

"What?" Xiaojun called from outside.

Wenxiang was startled and shouted even louder, "A very, very deep sleep."

This time, Xiaojun didn't respond.

"I hope she heard me," Wenxiang thought to himself, then opened the door and went out.

He saw Xiaojun fast asleep on the sofa.

Chapter Ten: Hypnotic Induction

Wenxiang picked up the remote and muted the TV. "Perfect," he thought to himself, kneeling beside Xiaojun. Just like on the bus, he brought his breath close to Xiaojun's mouth, exhaling as she inhaled.

After about three minutes, Xiaojun began to yawn. Just like on the bus, Wenxiang made sure she didn't inhale too much oxygen, continuing to exhale.

Time passed slowly, and Xiaojun seemed increasingly weak. Wenxiang slipped his hand under her dress, enjoying Xiaojun's helplessness in the face of her condition, caressing her most private parts through the thin fabric.

Not long after, Xiao Jun yawned again, but Wen Xiang still didn't give her much of a chance to breathe. Xiao Jun subconsciously turned her head away, but Wen Xiang immediately turned her head back to its original position and continued to exhale into her mouth.

Seeing that the time was getting right, he pressed his entire mouth against hers and exhaled directly into her mouth. He felt her breathing become deeper and deeper.

Xiao Jun yawned again, and she subconsciously turned her head away again, but Wen Xiang turned her head back. He felt Xiao Jun's neck resisting, and when he exerted more force, Xiao Jun even raised her hand to try to push Wen Xiang away, but these resistances were too late. Then Xiao Jun seemed to have used up her last bit of strength, and her hand quickly fell down, and her head relaxed, letting Wen Xiang do as he pleased.

Wenxiang arrived to find Xiaojun completely unconscious, but he decided to be on the safe side. He waited until Xiaojun yawned four times, just like on the bus yesterday.

About two minutes later, Xiaojun finally yawned for the fourth time. This time she didn't resist at all; her breathing became short and rapid. The final step. Wenxiang opened her eyelids, and just like yesterday, he could only see the whites of her eyes. He thought this time there was no problem.

"This is a good sign," he thought, "She's ready."

Chapter Eleven: The Unchanging Ironclad Rules

of Hypnosis Wenxiang whispered her name, "Xiaojun, Xiaojun, can you hear me?"

Wenxiang kept calling, and after twenty seconds, Xiaojun responded, "Wh...what...?"

"Xiaojun, do you know who I am?" Wenxiang asked.

She seemed to have no strength left to speak a complete sentence. "Ah... um..."

Wenxiang continued to speak in a slow and calm voice.

"Listen carefully to my voice, Xiao Jun. Absorb my words deeply into your heart. Xiao Jun, you know I'm a very good person, someone you can trust and confide in. You trust me, Xiao Jun, because you know I would never do anything to hurt you. Tell me, Xiao Jun, do you trust me?"

Wen Xiang waited for a response, those few seconds feeling like hellish agony, until finally she responded.

"Mmm...mmm..." She seemed only able to manage a few weak sounds.

"Yes!" he thought.

He suppressed his excitement and continued speaking in the same slow and calm voice.

"You know, Xiaojun, you trust me, and you think I'm very charming. In fact, you find me very attractive. For example, you feel excited now because I'm here with you."

As Wenxiang spoke, he pulled up her dress, revealing her white silk panties. He began to tease her labia through the panties with two fingers.

"When I'm with you, you feel excited. You want to be with me, you want to give me your body. Your desire will keep growing. Xiaojun, don't resist it. It's natural because you are a woman, and I am a man."

Wenxiang's fingers felt the vaginal fluid secreted by Xiaojun's genitals, although her expression remained calm.

"Tell me, Xiaojun, do you think I'm very attractive? Do you think I'm very sexy?"

"Yes..." she said weakly.

"You want to make love to me, do you want to feel me entering your body right now?"

Wenxiang noticed that Xiaojun's breathing was becoming deep and slow.

"Uh... ah..." She seemed to want to say something, but couldn't express it.

"Xiaojun, I'm going to count from one to ten. When I count to ten, you'll wake up, and we'll make love right here, understand?"

After several seconds, Xiaojun slowly said, "I... don't want to..."

Xiaojun's panties were completely soaked from Wenxiang's caresses.

"Why?" he asked, a little impatiently.

"...This is...wrong...you can't..."

Wenxiang felt a chill run down his spine. He had heard of the ironclad rule of hypnosis: you cannot hypnotize a person into doing something against their moral compass. Only twenty minutes remained, and he didn't know what to do next.

He thought he could take advantage of Xiaojun while she was in a daze, but she might still be a virgin. What if she noticed anything unusual about her body? He also thought that he had never experienced such beauty before, but it must be amazing.

Wenxiang stopped what he was doing with his fingers, stood up, and pulled Xiaojun's dress up to her chest. Then he unhooked her bra, revealing her mature and alluring breasts. Next, he removed her damp panties, placed her right leg under the chair, and exposed her alluring petals to him defenselessly.

He took a step back, admiring Xiaojun's naked and helpless body. He knew she wasn't just outwardly asleep; her heart was just as vulnerable, and she would accept all his reasonable suggestions.

Chapter Twelve: The End of Innocence

"Xiaojun, can you hear me?" Wenxiang asked.

"I...can...hear..." came a similarly weak voice.

"Xiao Jun, when I touch you, you'll become incredibly sensitive. You'll feel a pleasurable electric current coursing through your body, every part acting as your erogenous zones. You'll feel incredibly comfortable, that exciting pleasure spreading throughout your entire body."

Wen Xiang gently circled his tongue around Xiao Jun's labia. Xiao Jun's hips began to rhythmically move in sync with Wen Xiang's movements. Soon after, she began to moan and arch her back in excitement.

Wen Xiang used his hands instead of his hands so he could speak to Xiao Jun.

"Don't resist. Let this desire overwhelm your reason, let this pleasure surround you. You don't need to think, just feel."

After saying this, Wen Xiang continued kissing her labia.

Xiao Jun seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. Wen Xiang nimbly unzipped his pants, pulling out his hot, hard penis. He smeared Xiao Jun's vaginal fluid on his shaft and began thrusting back and forth.

"Xiao Jun, forget who you are, forget where you are. Your soul exists for this moment. Don't think about anything, just remember your womanly instincts."

Then Wen Xiang continued licking her labia while his hand gripped his penis tightly.

Xiao Jun was clearly completely aroused; she screamed lasciviously, seemingly about to reach orgasm. At the same time, Wen Xiang was also close to ejaculating. He looked at his genitals and raised his head.

But Xiaojun reached out and pulled his head back between her legs, letting out a scream of ecstasy. Hearing Xiaojun's usually innocent and naive cries of lust, Wenxiang could no longer hold back. He gasped and ejaculated. Wenxiang

was satisfied, but Xiaojun continued to climax. He lifted his head and continued to tease her clitoris with his fingers, then he had another idea.

"Xiaojun, I want you to remember this moment, remember it, and feel it repeatedly. You will continue to climax, whether I help you or not, until you pass out."

After saying this, Wenxiang withdrew his hand. Xiaojun immediately put her hand between her thighs and masturbated, still moaning lewdly. She arched her back, letting wave after wave of climax wash over her.

Wenxiang stood up, feeling an unparalleled power. He looked at the unconscious Xiaojun, curled up naked on the sofa, thinking about the many possibilities that lay ahead, and how he could completely control her body and mind.

Now that he had vented his anger, Wenxiang decided to look around. He went upstairs and into Xiaojun's room. Even from here, he could still hear Xiaojun's moans. He opened Xiaojun's closet and found a pair of white silk panties, the same style as her original wet panties. Then he looked at the music CDs that Xiaojun had collected.

About five minutes later, Xiaojun's noise downstairs finally stopped. Wenxiang went downstairs and saw Xiaojun collapsed on the sofa, surrounded by his own vaginal fluid. One leg was bent at the knee, while the other dangled off the sofa. Her hands were still on her red and swollen labia. Her head was drooping to the right, and her mouth was wide open, as if she hadn't had time to close it before fainting. There were traces of saliva at the corners of her mouth.

Wenxiang found himself erect again, but there was no time. He had to quickly clean up the scene and leave.

Wenxiang picked up Xiaojun and placed her on another sofa. He then used tissue paper to wipe away the traces left on the sofa. Next, he wiped the drool from the corner of Xiaojun's mouth, kissed her nipple, and then helped her put her bra back on. He then helped her put on the clean panties he had just given her, and then helped her put her original red dress back on.

Wenxiang said in a calm voice, "Xiaojun, listen carefully to my voice, Xiaojun, can you hear me, Xiaojun?"

Almost half a minute later, Xiaojun responded.

"I...can...hear..." It was quite faint.

"Xiao Jun, I'm going to the bathroom now. As soon as I close the door, you'll wake up feeling refreshed and happy. You won't remember anything that happened after we came in, and you won't care what happened during that time. Time will pass quickly. Just like that, remember that you think I'm very attractive, and that you'll feel excited when you're around me, understand?"

"Yes...yes..." she mumbled.

Wenxiang picked up Xiaojun again, placed her back on the sofa, picked up the remote to turn the TV volume back on, and went into the bathroom.

About a minute later, Wenxiang came out, and Xiaojun smiled at him.

"Solved," he said.

Xiaojun stood up, turned off the TV, and saw him to the door. As Wenxiang was about to leave, he suddenly stopped, gently kissed Xiaojun's lips, and she immediately blushed, smiling. Wenxiang could see her nipples were erect from her dress.

"Getting smoother and smoother," Wenxiang thought to himself as he left.

Chapter Thirteen: Development

. During lunchtime, Wenxiang sat in his usual spot, looking at the hypnosis book he had borrowed from the library that morning.

"Wenxiang, you've been reading that book all day. What are you trying to do? Are there naked women in it?"

Fatty asked from across the table.

Wenxiang looked at him. "Well, Xiaojun is very interested in psychology, so I want to learn more about it to win her over."

"You? Mr. Xie Wenxiang? What else do you need to learn? I thought you knew everything."

Wenxiang smiled. "I just have better grades, that doesn't mean I know everything. For example, I don't really understand women. Speaking of which, I remembered you still owe me a hundred dollars."

Fatty reached into his pocket, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and slammed it on the table. "You bastard, you still remember? But I admit I lost." He then took out his book and started doing his homework.

Wenxiang continued reading his book, trying to find a way to overcome Xiaojun's obstacles.

Suddenly, Wenxiang felt someone tap his shoulder. He looked up and saw Xiaojun standing behind him, holding a folded piece of paper with "For Wenxiang" written on it.

"Xiaojun, is this for me?" Wenxiang asked in surprise.

Xiaojun smiled. "Yes, you know how boring that French class was. Now I have to go to world history class. Promise me you won't tell anyone what's in this letter?"

"Of course," Wenxiang said, "I promise."

"Thanks, see you at club practice," Xiaojun said.

"Okay, goodbye."

Before leaving, Xiaojun suddenly kissed Wenxiang on the cheek.

Fatty bowed. "I admire you so much..."

"Shut up, Fatty," he said.

Then Wenxiang opened the note Xiaojun had given him. It seemed his suggestion last time—"You can trust me, you can confide everything to me"—had worked. Xiaojun had filled three whole pages, writing a lot about her personal secrets.

The first part was almost entirely rambling; Xiaojun wrote about her childhood. She said she was an only child and had always longed for a younger brother or sister. She went to church with her family from a young age; the church was like her second home. She said she strongly believed in God and still goes to church regularly.

Next, Xiaojun mentioned her previous boyfriends. Each of her relationships was very short-lived. She had three boyfriends since her freshman year of college, and she spent a considerable amount of time describing her last boyfriend.

The man was a star player on Xiaojun's high school basketball team. Not long after they started dating, he invited her to the school dance. That night, like any college dance, everyone started doing "that," but Xiaojun told her boyfriend she didn't want to. She felt premarital sex was wrong. Her boyfriend tried to get her drunk, but failed. He then became violent and raped her, taking her virginity.

Xiaojun said her parents didn't want to publicize the incident; they didn't report the boy, but simply moved, which is why she transferred to her current school.

From that day on, Xiaojun no longer trusted men, so for the past year, she hasn't had any serious relationships with any boys. To heal her emotional wounds, she spends more and more time in church.

At the end of her letter, Xiao Jun told Wen Xiang that she found him very different. She didn't know why, but she felt she could completely trust him and tell him everything.

"Oh," Wen Xiang thought, "there's still a lot of work to do, to completely overcome Xiao Jun's fear of men and her resistance to sex."

Wen Xiang put away the letter and prepared to leave.

"Hey, what did she write?" Fatty asked.

"Just some woman's ramblings," Wen Xiang replied.

"Will she sleep with you?" Fatty asked, grinning.

"Tsk..."

"I bet you can't convince her to sleep with you, at least not within two weeks," Fatty said provocatively.

"What are you betting on?" Wen Xiang asked.

"I want my hundred dollars back."

"That's too pathetic," Wen Xiang said, standing up.

"Don't dare? How about oral sex for a week? Want to bet?" he provocatively said again.

Wenxiang smiled, "You've already lost." Then he walked away.

Chapter Fourteen: Alone at Home

Club practice went smoothly as usual, but Wenxiang noticed that Xiaojun was constantly paying attention to him. Because of Xiaojun, Wenxiang suddenly became popular. After practice, Xiaojun asked him for a ride, just like last time.

In the car, Xiaojun chatted about all sorts of things, and Wenxiang quietly placed his hand on Xiaojun's right hand. Xiaojun was startled and immediately quieted down, but she didn't pull her hand away. Wenxiang could see a faint smile on Xiaojun's lips.

The car fell silent. Xiao Jun focused on the road ahead, while Wen Xiang watched her. He could vaguely see her erect nipples through her shirt, but slowly Xiao Jun's smile faded, replaced by confusion. He sensed her resistance, a struggle against the unusual feelings within her.

The car arrived at Wen Xiang's house. He longed to hypnotize Xiao Jun and have one last moment of pleasure, but he couldn't now. There were crowds around, and people were home.

Wen Xiang gently kissed Xiao Jun's cheek, then got out of the car, waving goodbye. He went inside; his father was waiting for him.

"Wen Xiang, who was that?" his father asked.

"Oh, her name is Ni Peijun. She's a girl I met at school; she just gave me a ride home," Wen Xiang replied.

His father's expression suddenly turned serious. "Your grandfather suddenly passed away this morning. Aunt Xiaoqiong is still comforting your mother. The funeral is on Friday, and your mother and I plan to spend the weekend with your grandmother. Do you want to go?"

Wenxiang thought for a moment. "What if I don't go?"

"If you don't go, you'll have to stay home alone until Sunday night," his father replied.

Wenxiang suppressed his excitement and answered his father seriously, "I can manage my own life. I have a test next Monday, so I think I have to stay here." His father

looked at him. "Okay, I'll go tell your mother," he said, and walked towards the master bedroom. Then he suddenly stopped and turned back. "There are condoms on my bedside table if you suddenly need them." He winked at him.

Wenxiang knew his intentions had been seen through, but he remained silent. He was excited, but now was not the time to show it. He went to his computer and began researching Bible information.

Chapter Fifteen: Moral Issues

Wenxiang walked into the classroom for his first class of the day, carrying three books he had just borrowed from the library. He placed the books on the desk and sat down.

After a while, Fatty also came in and sat next to Wenxiang, taking out his notebook and pen.

Wenxiang noticed that Fatty seemed to be writing something. He looked at himself and then started writing in his notebook.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wenxiang asked.

"I'm studying Master," Fatty replied, then continued drawing.

"Studying...what?" Wenxiang asked again.

"You know, Master, everything about you is something I must learn. I've been studying you for a long time, learning what you say, learning what you do. I'm determined to discover your secret."

Wenxiang laughed. "What secret? Let me see what you've written."

Fatty handed him the notebook. Wenxiang looked at his handwriting:

curly hair, white teeth, many books, faded jeans (Lee), ugly ripped shoes...

Wenxiang, both amused and exasperated, returned the notebook to Fatty. "I'll tell you, Fatty, I do have a secret, and I'll tell you, but you have to do me a favor, okay?"

"Of course, tell me what you need, and I'll make sure you're satisfied."

"First, I need to know who's hosting a party this weekend. I need their names and addresses. Can you give them to me at lunchtime?"

"Okay... I think it's okay. I don't think there will be any interesting parties. This weekend isn't anything special," Fatty said.

"It doesn't matter. That's just an excuse for me to ask Xiaojun out," Wenxiang said.

Fatty smiled. "I understand. Leave it to me."

Wenxiang lowered his head to look at his book. "Great. Let me have some peace and quiet now. I still have a lot to read." He put the two books on the ground and started reading the first one, "Psychological Barriers."

Last night, lying in bed, Wenxiang thought about some things. Turning someone into a sex slave is immoral and even a crime, so he definitely wouldn't find a book that teaches how to hypnotize someone into a sex slave. But then he thought that hitting someone is also a crime, unless it's in self-defense. So he thought that if he wanted to find a book on how to change someone's morals and beliefs, he had to start with books on therapy.

Psychologists always try to treat people with mental disorders and make them conform to societal moral values. This inevitably involves the use of hypnosis, but this clearly goes against the patient's wishes. Wenxiang thought that perhaps he could find the ironclad rules for resisting hypnosis in these books.

So, he began to read seriously.

Chapter Sixteen: The Boring Party.

Because he was completely absorbed in his book, Wenxiang felt the day went by quickly, and lunchtime arrived in no time.

When Fatty walked towards him, a smug smile was on his face, and he held a piece of paper in his hand.

"Right here, all the parties I can find this weekend," he said proudly.

Wenxiang reached out to take the note, but Fatty deliberately avoided it. "Wait a minute, you promised to tell me your secret before I'd help you, I'm waiting." He smiled smugly.

Wenxiang slowly said, "Okay, my secret is... are you really ready? Pheromones, added to my cologne, it drives women crazy."

Fatty smiled. "That's your secret? How am I supposed to find something like that?"

"I don't know, I stole it from my dad. I have half a bottle if you want." Wenxiang said, taking a half-full bottle from his backpack.

"Good friend!" Fatty said, reaching for the bottle.

This time, Wenxiang pulled his hand back. "Give it to me first." He smiled.

Fatty smiled and handed the note to Wenxiang, who in turn handed him the bottle.

Wenxiang then opened the note and looked at the name on it. "Li Aini?" he said. "That weirdo, what kind of party would a girl like that host?"

Fatty was smelling the fragrance from the small bottle. "Oh, a band party, you know. She only invites members of the military band. I heard those people don't even know how to host parties. They don't drink, and they even clean up the place together after the party. I don't want to go, but if you go, I'll still go see what Master is up to."

"Sounds pretty good. This way, Xiaojun will be more likely to agree, and Aini's house is nearby." Wenxiang said, stuffing the note into his pocket.

"I don't know why you want such a boring party, but Xiaojun will definitely..." Fatty noticed Wenxiang staring at something and quickly covered his mouth. He turned around and saw Xiaojun walking over.

"Hi, Xiaojun, how was your day?" Wenxiang asked.

"Oh, as boring as usual. I just wanted to say hello and see how you were doing."

"Actually, I was thinking of inviting you to a party this weekend. Li Aini is hosting a band party; it's going to be a lot of fun. Want to come?" Wenxiang asked.

"I really want to go, but I need to ask my parents first," Xiaojun replied.

"Great! Let me know the result soon, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know soon. I have to go now, see you later."

"Wait, take this," Wenxiang said, taking a letter out of his pocket and handing it to her. "

This is for you." "You wrote this? Oh, thank you," Xiaojun said.

"Thank you, see you later."

"Okay, bye-bye," Xiaojun said, and then walked away.

Wenxiang looked at Fatty, "What did you just say?"

"Nothing." Fatty said, taking a little of the liquid Wenxiang had given him and smelling it on his hand.

Wenxiang laughed, "Be careful, this will attract homosexuals too."

Fatty was startled, "Really?"

Chapter Seventeen The Back Door of the Soul

On Friday morning, after Wenxiang entered the classroom for his first class, he lay down on his desk and fell asleep, wanting to catch up on sleep before class.

He had stayed up very late searching for information online the night before because he had encountered a problem in one of the psychology textbooks he was studying, which he believed was the key to changing Xiaojun's values.

That was Chapter Twelve, the section on dissociative identity disorder. He discovered that this was what's commonly known as dissociative identity disorder. In some cases, hypnosis could be used to "merge" these personalities, thus curing the person's dissociative identity disorder. What caught Wenxiang's attention was the following tagline:

"Especially for dissociative identity disorder caused by psychological experiments."

This was the answer he was looking for. If hypnosis could cure dissociative identity disorder, then conversely, it should also be able to create a new personality.

Wenxiang repeatedly read the cases mentioned in this chapter. He wrote that dual personality disorder makes a person's behavior and speech completely different from two different people, including their values, memories, and beliefs.

Therefore, Wenxiang believed this was absolutely crucial; this was the loophole in the ironclad rules of hypnosis. He could make Xiaojun believe that she was another person, then she wouldn't have any reservations. This must be feasible. Now, all he needed was a perfect plan.

Suddenly, he smelled a strong odor. He looked up and saw Fatty walking over. He could even see the odor coming from Fatty.

Wenxiang couldn't help but laugh. "My God, what did you do, Fatty? Do you know I could smell you even when you were still outside?"

"I just used the stuff you gave me yesterday. This morning on the bus, I used a little and sat next to some girls, but it didn't work at all. So I wanted to try using more, but it seems the more I used, the further away the girls got. What did I do wrong?"

Wenxiang couldn't stop laughing.

"Class is starting, everyone quiet," Professor Fei said as she walked into the classroom.

Everyone quieted down.

"What is this smell?" she asked. Everyone below chuckled, but no one answered. She followed the scent herself and quickly walked to Fatty's side.

"Wu, could you explain why you smell like...you've been drinking?"

"Alcohol? No, Professor, it's cologne. Do you like it?" His tone was even smug.

Professor Fei didn't seem to like it at all. "I don't believe it's cologne. I think it's alcohol. You'd better come to my office now and write a report." Then she grabbed Fatty and walked out.

"Oh my god, what did I do?" Wenxiang thought to himself.

Chapter Eighteen: Deciding on a Date

Lunchtime arrived, and Wenxiang didn't expect to see Fatty today. But what surprised him even more was that a girl tightly hugged Fatty's hand and walked over with him.

They walked up to him, and Fatty said, "Wenxiang! How about it? This is Xiaoxiang, Xiaoxiang, this is my best friend Wenxiang."

"Hello, Wenxiang," Xiaoxiang said.

"Hello, Xiao Xiang," Wen Xiang replied.

"Unfortunately, Xiao Xiang is going to her biology class now. I just wanted to bring her here so you could see her. Bye-bye, baby," Fatty said.

"Bye-bye," Xiao Xiang said, then kissed Fatty and left.

Fatty sat down and began to speak, "You won't believe what happened to me today. Professor Fei dragged me to his office, and they confirmed it wasn't alcohol. They even told me to go to the gym to shower. Then I went to my English class, and all the girls surrounded me. They said it was so cool that I dared to drink before class. Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Wen Xiang was quite surprised. He wasn't sure if he deserved Fatty's thanks, so he decided to act nonchalant, as if it were expected. "It's nothing,"

Xiao Jun said shortly after.

"Hi, Wenxiang," Xiaojun said.

"Hi, Xiaojun."

"I have good news! My parents agreed to let me go to Annie's party, so we can go together,"

Xiaojun said happily.

"That's great," Wenxiang replied.

"Where does Annie live?" Xiaojun asked.

"She lives near my house. You can park your car there, and we can walk over."

"Hmm, that sounds convenient."

"Did you read my letter?" Wenxiang asked.

"You saw it? Why?"

"Did you ask your parents about practicing in the club after school?"

"Oh, I don't need to ask them about that. It's fine to practice, and I think I should work harder."

"That's great."

"I have to go now, bye-bye."

"Bye-bye."

After Xiao Jun left, Fatty pouted and said, "Practicing after school? I know you must have something else in mind. No wonder you're my master."

"Are you done yet?" Wen Xiang looked at Fatty impatiently.

Chapter Nineteen Religious Barrier

Xiao Jun walked into the dimly lit practice room, and Wen Xiang followed her in, turned on the lights, and set up two chairs and a music stand.

Xiao Jun sat down, and then Wen Xiang closed the door.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Jun asked.

"Practice, huh?" Wenxiang said with a smile.

"You can't practice with me. I practice the flute, and you practice the trumpet," Xiaojun said, somewhat amused and exasperated.

Wenxiang walked behind Xiaojun and placed his hands on her shoulders to massage her. "Okay, actually I just wanted to watch you from here and see if you were slacking off before the competition."

Xiaojun relaxed her neck and hummed softly, "Mmm...so comfortable."

"You want to fall into a very, very deep sleep," Wenxiang said.

Wenxiang felt Xiaojun quickly lose her strength and fall forward. He quickly grabbed her shoulders to prevent her from falling forward, leaving only her head hanging heavily.

Then Wenxiang walked around to Xiaojun, spread her legs, and lifted her head back, making her open her mouth wide. He bent down and brought his mouth to hers, but he didn't stick his tongue in; he simply breathed into her mouth as she inhaled.

After about fifteen minutes, Xiaojun fell into a deeper hypnotic state. Wenxiang began calling her name, "Xiaojun, Xiaojun, can you hear me?"

Half a minute later, Xiaojun's weary mind responded.

"I can hear you."

Wenxiang had been preparing for this moment for a long time. He opened the sheet music in his hand and took out a prepared speech.

"Xiao Jun, when I'm with you, you feel very excited. This isn't my suggestion or command; it's my observation. Sometimes you feel uncomfortable with this aroused sexual desire. I see it; I can see it in your eyes. I know why you're uncomfortable, Xiao Jun. It's

because you're resisting. One part of you wants to give in to your desires, while another part is holding you back. You maintain your composure for many reasons—religion, fear, and physical reasons.

Listen to me, Xiao Jun, I want you to be happy, and you want to be happy too. I think I can use my knowledge and experience to help you.

I know you've always felt that sex is sinful, that it's unclean in God's eyes. This is the first concept I want to communicate with you.

Think about the Bible, written two thousand years ago; it seems to demand that women submit to it." The husband of a woman in the past could only obey her husband's commands without question, but two thousand years later, we interpret it as a woman being part of the family.

What does God really mean? The answer is yes, it's all the same. You see, the Bible wasn't written for a particular country or a specific point in time. He must have known that these words would give different revelations to the world as time changes. He foresaw that women would one day become independent and autonomous, so He wrote these words so that we can interpret them from our current perspective. Now let's look at sex in God's eyes.

When the Bible was written, people didn't have the concept of birth control. Two thousand years ago, if you had sexual relations, you would usually get pregnant. That was everything. That's why God required people not to have sexual relations outside of marriage.

For example, one of the Ten Commandments is "You shall not meddle with the wife of your friend."

These precepts don't specifically address two single individuals; it's just that many people have extended them to mean premarital sex is forbidden.

This is the interpretation from the past.

In today's modern world, we don't need to worry about pregnancy; we can elevate sexual relationships to a psychological level. Think about it, does the Bible say that premarital sex is forbidden?

This is why God wrote it ambiguously. Just as women are autonomous, God also knew long ago that people could control their reproduction. We don't need to worry about children; we have many protective measures. Sex is now simply an expression of love. Sex is not sinful, Xiaojun. Even in God's eyes, sex is beautiful. Although you have had unpleasant experiences, you can definitely overcome that obstacle.

Now we're talking about fear. Although sex is not sinful, I know you still feel fear.

This is a very serious issue, and I will explain it to you. Your fear stems from receiving too much misinformation when you were young. They exaggerated the issues of pregnancy and STDs to scare you. I know what you're feeling because I was afraid too. But you are a mature woman now. You know how to prevent pregnancy, and you know what precautions you should take. You are not a submissive puppet.

This is not just about overcoming fear; it's about growth that you must face. Now is the time for you to confront reality. Sex can be beautiful, Xiaojun. It's the purest expression of love between two people. Sex can make you whole; it's a natural part of life. Xiaojun, you must grow and put your fears aside.

I know there's another obstacle for you: your parents. You feel that being too intimate with boys will make them unhappy, and they've definitely been restricting you.

Why do they do this? Because having sex means you've grown up, and they don't want you to grow up. But this is a problem every parent has to face. Your parents must accept the fact that one day you will have to leave them. If you wait for their permission, it's unfair to both you and them.

You must acknowledge that your parents love you unconditionally, and once you decide to overcome this obstacle, they will forgive you.

Over the next few days, what I've said will be etched into your mind, becoming your own thoughts. You will seriously consider these things, accept them, decide to grow up, and bravely step forward. "

Wenxiang gave Xiaojun some time to absorb these words, then played with her body for a bit before finally waking her up.

He said first, 'Okay, I give up. I'll go to another practice room.'

Xiaojun raised her head. 'Your massage is really great.'

Chapter Twenty: The Date

Saturday, 8:05 PM.

Wenxiang kept pacing back and forth, feeling quite uneasy and apprehensive, which had started at six o'clock.

He doubted whether his plan would succeed. He had prepared condoms and the lines to be said during hypnosis in his coat pocket, but he was still very afraid that if his actions were exposed, Xiaojun's parents might send him to the police station."

Knock, knock…

Wenxiang suddenly felt his heart stop. “Is she here? I forgot to pay attention to the car.”

He looked out through the peephole and saw Xiaojun standing brightly in front of the door, still wearing simple blue jeans and a short-sleeved top, ready to go to Annie’s party with him.

Wenxiang opened the door, pretending to be surprised, and said, “Hi, Xiaojun, come in.”

Xiaojun walked in, and Wenxiang closed the door behind her.

“Wow, you’re so beautiful!” Wenxiang complimented her.

“Thank you,” Xiaojun smiled.

“By the way, you’ve never been to my house before. Would you like me to show you around?”

“Sure, where are your parents?”

“They’re on vacation. They love to travel and go out at least once a month,” he said.

Wenxiang showed Xiaojun around the house, and Xiaojun kept smiling. They started in the living room, then the kitchen, and finally Wenxiang's room.

He specifically introduced his waterbed to her.

"Have you ever slept on a bed like this before?" Wenxiang asked.

"No."

"Then you must try it, even if it's just for a few seconds, you must feel it." "

Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"No, not at all. Everyone I've brought home has slept on it."

Xiaojun smiled, "Really?" Then she lay down on the bed.

"It's very comfortable, isn't it?" Wenxiang said, "If you lay there longer, you'll definitely fall into a very, very deep sleep."

Xiaojun sighed and closed her eyes.

Chapter Twenty-One: The Disappearance of Nipei

-jun Wenxiang wasn't sure if he needed to use that breath-based hypnotic induction again, but he was determined to guide Xiaojun into the deepest hypnotic state possible. So, he methodically breathed into her mouth until she yawned four times, then took out his prepared cheat sheet and began reading.

The first part was to deepen Xiaojun's hypnosis. He had her imagine herself standing on thirty steps of stairs, with a bed at the bottom. Wenxiang told her she felt very tired and wanted to lie down on that bed immediately. As he counted down from thirty, she could start walking down, each step leading to a deeper hypnosis. When she reached the end and lay down on the bed, she would be completely relaxed, entering the deepest hypnotic state.

The second part was about forgetting; he wanted Xiaojun to forget her memories and personality.

He asked Xiaojun to imagine herself standing in front of a very special little house. He was the owner of that house, and he invited her inside. When she entered, Wenxiang told her that she was very safe there, that she felt comfortable and could completely relax. There were three rooms in the house, each painted a different color: gold, blue, and red. In the center of each room was a chair, the same color as the room.

The first room was gold. Wenxiang had Xiaojun sit in the gold chair and asked her to recall her childhood, her school, her friends, her teachers, and her parents and family. When she left the chair, Wenxiang told Xiaojun that she didn't have to recall anything she had just thought of. He told her that every chair in the house was magical; it would absorb her memories, but she shouldn't worry, as long as she sat back down, the memories would return.

The second room was blue. Wenxiang had Xiaojun sit in a blue chair and asked her to recall her life from then on, everything that had happened since she was thirteen. After she had recalled for a while, Wenxiang asked her to get off the chair, and as before, she would forget everything she had just recalled.

The last room was red. Wenxiang had Xiaojun sit in a red chair and asked her to recall all the memories she could remember, everything: her high school life, her college life, her unpleasant experiences with her ex-boyfriend, moving, changing schools, joining the military band, and meeting Wenxiang.

The chairs gradually disappeared into the pitch-black room. The only light Xiaojun could see was faintly filtering in from outside the door. Once she left the chairs, she remembered nothing, not even her name. Wenxiang told her she wouldn't feel nervous or afraid; his voice would make her feel calm and safe. She knew that as long as she followed his voice, nothing bad would happen.

She opened the door and saw a gray-white room with three chairs in the center, each a different color: silver, green, and yellow.

Wenxiang told her they were going to play a game, and she would play someone else, and these three chairs held other people's memories.

Wenxiang said that after she sat in those three chairs, she would completely become that person.

Then he began.

Chapter Twenty-Two Peipei

First, Wenxiang had Xiaojun sit in the silver chair, and he began to describe her childhood.

She could recall that her name was Peipei, and she was the twelfth child in her family. Her family was very poor, and everyone was often hungry. When she was very young, her parents sold her to the slave market, and she lost both parents. However , she met some kind people. She spent most of her time playing indoors, so she didn't know where she was or what place she was in. She only had a few friends, and so much time had passed that she couldn't remember anything now.

Then, Wenxiang helped Peipei sit up in the green chair and continued describing her life.

When Peipei was six years old, she left her master and was sent to a school where she learned basic literacy, enabling her to communicate with others. Most of her time, however, she learned how to help out in the household, doing laundry, cleaning, and preparing meals.

She grew up in a group of about fifty girls of similar age. They all looked very different—Black, White, Chinese, Asian… but everyone was treated the same, so Pepe saw everyone the same. When she was twelve, they were sent to another school.

The new school had new rules. Before, they never needed to wear clothes, which Pepe liked. But the new school required them to wear clothes until bedtime. She remembers hating this rule, but she had no choice but to obediently wear clothes.

One girl broke the rule; one night, she went to dinner completely naked.

Before this, the punishments were always minor, but this time it was terrifying. She was expelled from school and thrown out naked. Thugs were waiting outside, lingering there, waiting for someone to escape.

Peipei remembered watching this horrific scene with the other girls; a group of men surrounded the girl, and then they never saw her again.

After that, Peipei learned to obey rules and orders.

Finally, Wenxiang made Peipei sit in the yellow chair and began to describe her recent life.

When Peipei was fifteen, the school held a meeting. They said only ten girls would graduate, and for the next four years, they would grade each girl; thirty-nine girls would be thrown onto the streets.

They didn't want to admit it, but they started competing, and years of friendship crumbled in an instant. Peipei knew that to survive, she had to be even more obedient.

When Peipei was sixteen, she faced more dietary restrictions and physical training. She had to maintain her beautiful figure. Every week, they would check each girl's body, and several girls became the first to be expelled from school because they were too fat.

When Peipei was seventeen, she began learning about sex. First, she was taught how to please herself, and then how to please her coach. At first, she was very scared, but after a few months, she learned how to enjoy orgasms, and masturbation became her happiest time.

It was at this time that Peipei discovered she actually enjoyed being a slave. Outside the school, all she saw was chaos and death; people worked hard, only to be robbed of everything. Her job was so easy—she was well-fed and warmly clothed. All she had to do was obey. She felt incredibly lucky.

When Peipei turned eighteen, they introduced a new rule: masturbation was forbidden unless ordered to. She remembered someone being caught masturbating that night and immediately thrown out. At that point, only fifteen of them remained.

This was Peipei's current situation. They had to choose ten of the best slaves from the fifteen girls. Each of the fifteen girls had her own private trainer, who would decide each girl's fate.

Wenxiang made Peipei get off the chair, then asked the beautiful girl on the waterbed what her name was.

"My name is Peipei," Xiaojun said.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Sleeping Beauty Awakens.

Wenxiang said, "Peipei, I'm your coach. You're currently in a deep hypnotic state. I'll wake you up in a moment, but before that, I need to give you a very special phrase: 'hypnotic state.' As soon as you hear me say this phrase, you'll immediately stop moving, lie down, and enter a very deep hypnotic state. Do you understand, Peipei?"

"Yes, I understand," Xiaojun said.

"After I snap my fingers, you'll start counting upwards, and Peipei will slowly wake up. You can count slowly, no need to rush. When you count to thirty, you'll wake up, open your eyes, and get up and kneel on the ground to let me know you're ready to obey my commands. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Xiaojun replied.

Wenxiang snapped his fingers.

Xiao Jun began to mumble numbers, "One...two...three...four..."

Wen Xiang felt extremely nervous. He wasn't sure if he would succeed. Would Xiao Jun really become Pei Pei completely? Perhaps when she woke up, she would still be the original Xiao Jun, and wonder why she was lying in his bed. Wen Xiang couldn't predict what would happen next; he could only wait.

"...Twenty-four...twenty-five...twenty-six..."

Xiao Jun's counting slowed down.

"...Twenty-seven...twenty-eight...twenty-nine...thirty..."

Xiao Jun opened her eyes.

"How is it? What's next? Did I succeed? Will I get caught?" Wen Xiang kept thinking.

Xiao Jun sat up and got off the waterbed. She looked at Wen Xiang, and Wen Xiang felt his heart stop beating.

But she didn't say anything; she just knelt down.

Wenxiang instantly felt the corpus cavernosum in his lower abdomen swell with blood. He calmed down; now he was her coach.

"Pepe, we have some new rules. First, you must call me Master. When you speak to me, remember to include the word 'Master,' including when answering my questions. You must follow this rule from now on, understand?"

Xiaojun seemed to think for a moment, then replied, "Yes, Master."

"Wow!" Wenxiang exclaimed inwardly.

"The second rule is that although your name is Peipei, I will call you Slave. You will use 'Slave' as another name for you, understand?"

"Yes, Master," Xiaojun replied.

Wenxiang noticed Xiaojun was staring at him intently, which made him nervous. It seemed to be a reminder of the beautiful woman's true identity.

"The third rule: you cannot look directly at me unless I command you to do so. When I am beside you, you must look straight ahead as if you see nothing, unless my command compels you to use your eyesight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," Xiao Jun replied.

At this moment, Xiao Jun looked away from Wen Xiang and stared blankly ahead.

Wen Xiang knew he had to hypnotize her again; he had a lot of work to do, but before that, he had to do something first, or his crotch would explode.

"Slave, come and kiss me passionately."

Xiao Jun stood up, looked at her master, and then went forward, kissing him wildly as if there were no tomorrow.

Wen Xiang had never experienced anything like this before. Their tongues intertwined, her abdomen pressed tightly against his erect penis, and he caressed her body wantonly.

Then Wenxiang unzipped his pants, pulling out his erect penis.

Xiaojun just kept kissing him, seemingly oblivious to everything.

"Stop," Wenxiang said.

Xiaojun immediately stopped, standing in front of him, staring blankly ahead.

"Slave, give me oral sex."

Xiao Jun immediately knelt down and took Wen Xiang's penis into her mouth.

Wen Xiang felt extremely excited; he was almost confused. This had always been his dream. Was this real? Or was he just dreaming?

He looked up at the ceiling. "This can't be real," he thought. "I must be dreaming."

Then he looked down at Xiao Jun sucking his genitals. For a moment, Wen Xiang felt as if his soul had left his body, admiring this scene from somewhere else. The line between reality and dream became increasingly blurred.

He looked down again. It was undeniably real. Xiao Jun was passionately performing oral sex on him. Then, he couldn't hold back and ejaculated his white, cloudy fluid into Xiao Jun's mouth.

Even after he ejaculated, Xiao Jun continued to suckle his penis.

"Stop."

Xiao Jun stopped, staring blankly into the distance.

Suddenly, Wen Xiang felt dizzy, as if he were drunk.

"Stay here," Wen Xiang commanded.

He pulled up the zipper and left the room, then walked out of the house. The cold wind that hit him cleared his head considerably; he knew this was no dream.

He returned to the house, and before opening the door, he had a slight doubt that Xiao Jun might not be inside, but his worries were obviously unnecessary. Xiao Jun was still kneeling on the ground, staring blankly ahead.

"My God," Wen Xiang thought, "this is real."

Chapter Twenty-Four: One More Time

Wen Xiang checked the time; it was 9:45. He had to finish everything quickly; they still had to go to Annie's party.

"Slave, lie down on the bed."

Xiao Jun stood up, walked to the bed, and lay down, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Slave, look at me," Wen Xiang commanded.

Xiao Jun's attention shifted to Wen Xiang.

"Peipei, I'm testing whether you can adapt to this society. To achieve this goal, you must have another personality. We've already used high technology to implant another personality into you. Whether you can successfully master your two personalities is the key to your graduation, understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very good. I want you to close your eyes and relax. I'll hypnotize you in a moment. This will help me awaken your other personality. As usual, you will completely accept my commands and suggestions. Do you understand?"

Xiao Jun closed her eyes and answered, "Yes, Master."

"Hypnotic state," Wen Xiang said.

Xiao Jun exhaled and then began to breathe slowly and rhythmically.

While hypnotized, Wen Xiang still called Xiao Jun Pei Pei.

He asked Pei Pei to imagine herself in a gray-white room without a door, with a white chair in the center. Wen Xiang had Pei Pei sit on the chair.

He told her that the chair was magical and could take away or return her memories. On the right side of the chair was a switch pointing to several colors: silver, green, and yellow, while on the other side were gold, blue, and red.

Then Wen Xiang gave Pei Pei the phrase, "One more time." He told her that every time he said this phrase, the switch would turn, transforming Pei Pei into her other personality, Xiao Jun, regardless of whether she was hypnotized or not.

Finally, Wenxiang told Peipei that she must remember that she was the true personality, which was why she knew Xiaojun, but Xiaojun didn't recognize her. He also told Peipei that if Xiaojun discovered her existence, she wouldn't be able to graduate from school and would be ruthlessly thrown onto the street.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Wenxiang asked.

Xiaojun replied, "Yes, Master."

"Wait a moment, I'll say the phrase I just gave you. After I say that phrase, this chair will send Xiaojun's memories into your brain, and you will wake up as Xiaojun. Xiaojun will believe that she has been lying here for the past two hours, talking about trivial things. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very good, one more time."

Xiaojun suddenly took a few breaths and then opened her eyes.

Wenxiang said to her, "It's been fun chatting with you, but we should be heading out now, don't you think?"

Xiaojun looked a little confused, then stared at Wenxiang without saying a word, making Wenxiang feel uneasy.

"Wenxiang, I have a really strange taste in my mouth, and my throat hurts so much."

"Damn it," Wenxiang thought, "I forgot I should have made her rinse her mouth first."

He quickly figured he could easily brush it off.

"Oh, I had a sore throat this morning too. I hope I didn't infect you," Wenxiang said, feigning innocence. "I'm so sorry, I was so selfish. I should have told you as soon as you got here."

Xiaojun quickly added, "It's okay, I'm fine, but it doesn't seem right to go to Annie's party like this."

"Yeah, I think so too," Wenxiang agreed.

Then Wenxiang saw Xiaojun off. Before leaving, Xiaojun lightly kissed Wenxiang's lips, looking a little embarrassed. She didn't realize that this kiss was insignificant compared to the one she had given him ten minutes earlier.

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Chapter Twenty-Five: The Ecstatic Pleasure

Wenxiang was still too excited to sleep. His mind was filled with Xiaojun. He fantasized about his future sex slave, masturbating almost every hour.

He started thinking about practical matters.

Can humans really be changed so easily? Wenxiang thought about how his own values came from his parents. If he had grown up in another family, would he still believe in the same god and be loyal to the same country?

He smiled. It wasn't just that. Values also come from this ever-changing society. It's possible that one day he'll wake up believing he's a completely different person, simply because he shouldn't have fallen asleep next to a bad person. Was he a bad person to Xiao Jun? He merely gave Xiao Jun a new set of values, and isn't that what society does?

He masturbated again.

What is the truth? When he was young, he always distorted reality in his mind; he would see the Southern Kingdom on the ground as a sword, and stones as tanks. When he grew a little older... He discovered that his ability to blur the lines between reality and fantasy had vanished. Did this mean that human imagination changes with age? Would Xiao Jun let that fictional personality stay with her until she was thirty? Who knew?

The human heart is so fragile. This also meant that Wenxiang had completely mastered Xiao Jun's abilities, and he became excited.

He masturbated again.

Finally, Wenxiang thought about his next move. He had to carefully switch between Xiao Jun and Peipei, just like during hypnosis, so that Xiao Jun would notice... Time passed, and he could only use a very short time, or find a way to make Xiao Jun think he was doing something else, for example, when she was about to go to bed.

Perhaps he could cuddle with Pei Pei all night, but no matter what Pei Pei was willing to do, the same thing would happen to Xiao Jun; Xiao Jun would notice something was wrong with her body. He realized it was a two-sided affair; if he wanted to get Pei Pei, he would have to seduce Xiao Jun as well.

Yes, seduce Xiao Jun.

He masturbated again.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Training

For the next week, he hypnotized Xiaojun whenever he had the chance, then hypnotized both Xiaojun and Peipei's personalities separately.

When Wenxiang transformed Xiaojun into Peipei, he continuously reinforced her personality. He had Peipei return to that gray room, sit in a chair, and then gave her more memories. He started with the horrific scene of her seeing her classmates being thrown out of school, then gave her pleasant memories, usually related to sex or training.

The training also included specific instructions, such as "oral sex." Wenxiang constantly taught Peipei what actions to take upon hearing certain instructions.

Finally, he always reminded her how happy she was to be a slave, that it was the only thing she knew how to do. He also told her that graduating was her life's goal, which was why she had to obey him unconditionally.

Sometimes Wenxiang would hypnotize Xiaojun's original personality, strengthening her trust in him and making her even more irresistibly attracted to him. He even encouraged her to masturbate, requiring her to satisfy herself every night whenever she had the chance.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: New Toy

Wenxiang was happy about Saturday's arrival. Their military band had another competition, a one-and-a-half-hour drive away, and he could use the return trip to spend time with his new toy.

The competition ended smoothly, and they came in second place. As they sat together on the way back, Wenxiang told Xiaojun the result, and she just looked very tired.

Xiaojun took out the large blanket she had brought from under her seat.

"Oh dear, I forgot to bring a pillow," Xiaojun said.

"Don't worry, this blanket is big enough. We can lean against each other and use it as a pillow," Wenxiang said.

Xiaojun smiled.

Then she spread the blanket over them both. This time, instead of leaning against the corner of the bus, she gently nestled against Wenxiang, resting her head on his chest.

Wenxiang was happy to be Xiaojun's pillow.

The bus was still quite chaotic, and Wenxiang thought he should wait a little longer before doing what he wanted.

Suddenly, he felt Xiaojun lift her head and gently kiss his neck, as if she had finally succumbed to his desires. Although this was something Wenxiang had constantly imposed on Xiaojun, her initiative still gave him a strange sense of excitement.

Wenxiang quickly responded, lowering his head and kissing Xiaojun under the blanket.

He reached out and caressed Xiaojun's body.

Xiaojun stopped.

"No, please... just kiss me," she said innocently.

They kissed passionately again, and finally Xiaojun gently leaned against his arm.

But Wenxiang was not satisfied at all. If Xiaojun weren't so beautiful, he might have been content with just this kiss, but Xiaojun radiated such dazzling charm that he wanted more. Yet, he felt an indescribable unease. Xiaojun's initiative moved him so deeply, but now he wanted to deprive her of her freedom.

He paused for a moment; the guilt didn't last long. After all, he was a man, a freshman already driven by lust.

"One more time," Wenxiang whispered in her ear.

Xiaojun didn't move at all, nor did she change her position.

"Sit up."

Xiaojun immediately sat up straight, and Wenxiang saw that her eyes were staring blankly ahead.

Wenxiang reached under the blanket and unzipped his pants, pulling out his penis, which had been hard and erect since Xiaojun started kissing him.

Then he leaned in and whispered in Xiaojun's ear, "Oral sex."

Peipei knew what she had to do; she immediately bent over and began sucking on her master's penis.

Wenxiang pulled the blanket up, trying to completely cover the scene.

Under the blanket, he grabbed Xiaojun's hair, guiding her rhythm.

He sat there, feeling Xiaojun's warm lips moving against his genitals, and some exciting thoughts began to arise in his mind.

Xiaojun had vanished so easily; she had abandoned all the education and restraint she had accumulated over the years, just because he had uttered those four words.

The person under the blanket was nothing more than a sex machine, a slave, a slave who didn't know how to live without a man.

This person would obey all his commands; she had no will of her own.

Thinking this, Wenxiang ejaculated a thick, white liquid into the sex machine's mouth, and then his slave licked Wenxiang's penis clean as thoroughly as possible before sitting up.

Wenxiang sat there, slightly dizzy, for a while to calm himself down. Then he poured water for Xiaojun, making her drink four cups.

"Hypnotic state."

Xiaojun's body lost its strength, and Wenxiang pulled her to his chest.

"I'll count to three in a minute. When I count to three, you'll wake up as Xiaojun, and then feel a desire to kiss me again. One... two... three..."

Wenxiang heard Xiaojun take a breath, and then shortly after, he felt Xiaojun's lips press against his neck.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Submission

After class on Tuesday, the rain poured down like crazy. Wenxiang and Xiaojun ran to the car, but they were still soaked.

Once in the car, Wenxiang couldn't help but look at Xiaojun. Her clothes clung to her body because of the rain, perfectly showcasing her alluring curves; she was so sexy.

Xiaojun also looked at Wenxiang, and then they fell silent, as if communicating with each other through their eyes. Wenxiang knew it was time to kiss her.

They kissed passionately, and a few minutes later, Wenxiang was shocked to find Xiaojun taking his hand and placing it on her breast. "It's okay," Xiaojun said, and they continued kissing.

The rain conveniently provided cover for them.

That strange feeling surged into Wenxiang's heart again; it was so beautiful. Xiaojun had once again willingly abandoned her reserve, but he also wanted Peipei to come out, to let him enjoy her even more.

However, this time the sense of guilt lingered. He decided to resist his desires. Although part of him only wanted Xiaojun's body, a part of him truly loved her.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jun whispered in his ear, "Wenxiang, do you want to come to my house?"

It was Tuesday, and Wenxiang knew that Xiao Jun's parents weren't home, and she was probably forbidden from bringing boys home.

He almost blurted out why, but he didn't do something so idiotic.

"Of course," he said.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Conservative Xiao Jun

When they entered Xiao Jun's room, Wenxiang noticed that she deliberately avoided his gaze; he could tell she was nervous.

Xiao Jun said, "I'll go change first, please make yourself at home." Then she went upstairs to her room.

Xiao Jun returned downstairs about five minutes later, wearing an oversized t-shirt, probably what she usually wore as pajamas.

She seemed surprised to see Wenxiang take off his shirt on the sofa, though it was to be expected, as his shirt was already soaked. She sat down beside him, still keeping her eyes closed.

Wenxiang wasn't wasting any more time. "Sleep very, very deeply," he said.

Xiaojun closed her eyes and slumped onto the sofa.

"Xiaojun, I need you to tell me honestly, why did you bring me to your house?"

"Because I like you so much, I want to get closer to you, I want to sleep with you, I thought maybe something might happen if I invited you to my house."

"So you're ready to sleep with me? Is this really what you want?" Wenxiang asked.

"Yes..."

This was what Wenxiang wanted to hear. "Xiaojun, I'll count to three, and when I count to three you'll wake up, and when you hear me say you can, you'll let go of all your reserve and get ready to make love with me."

"One...two...three..."

Xiaojun opened her eyes, as if nothing had happened, she still didn't dare to look at Wenxiang.

Wenxiang leaned forward and kissed her neck, Xiaojun tensed all her muscles, not indicating whether she agreed or disagreed.

Then Wenxiang whispered in her ear, "You can do it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaojun turned and kissed Wenxiang's lips. She pushed him down onto the sofa, straddled him, and caressed his chest.

Then she stopped. "Let's go to my room."

Taking Wenxiang's hand, Xiaojun led him upstairs. After they entered the room, Xiaojun closed the door and turned off the light.

"Leave the light on," Wenxiang suggested.

"No, I'll be shy," she said.

Wenxiang didn't say anything more.

Then Xiaojun took off her clothes and lay on the bed.

Wenxiang also took off his pants and underwear, put on his condom, and went to the bed. He wanted to taste her vagina first, so he didn't go on top of her, but placed his hands on her feet.

"What are you going to do?" Xiaojun asked.

"I'll give you oral sex."

"Ugh, that's dirty," Xiaojun said. "Just kiss me, please."

Wenxiang didn't say anything more.

They started kissing, and Wenxiang explored Xiaojun's body with his hands. He rubbed her breasts, then kissed her nipples, while his hands explored her more private parts.

Wenxiang wanted to make Xiaojun fully wet before entering her, so he started teasing her labia with his fingers, but Xiaojun spoke again.

"Don't touch me there, please."

Wenxiang still didn't say anything.

Finally, Wenxiang deeply thrust his penis into Xiaojun's body.

Xiaojun let out a pleasurable gasp.

Then Wenxiang pulled his penis out a little, then thrust it in deeply again, pumping rhythmically.

Sex isn't always as wonderful as it's portrayed on TV or in movies, especially this time. Xiao Jun climaxed quickly, but Wen Xiang wasn't satisfied at all. However, he wasn't annoyed because he knew his turn to be happy would come soon.

Wen Xiang pulled his penis out of Xiao Jun's body, stroked her hair, and whispered in her ear,

"One more time."

Chapter Thirty: Complete Control

"Go turn on the light," Wen Xiang commanded.

In the darkness, Wen Xiang could see Xiao Jun slowly walking towards the door, and soon the light filled the room.

Xiao Jun stood in front of the switch, completely naked, staring blankly ahead.

"Open the window," Wen Xiang commanded again.

Xiao Jun went to the window and opened it.

"Slave, lie on the bed and spread your legs," he commanded.

Xiao Jun obeyed completely without hesitation. She lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide, exposing her most private parts to her master.

What a beautiful scene! Wen Xiang felt an urge to capture it with his camera.

Then he whispered in Xiao Jun's ear, "Sensitive touch."

This was one of the special instructions Wen Xiang had given Pei Pei the previous week. This instruction made her clitoris a hundred times more sensitive than usual. Whenever he touched her genitals, an uncontrollable wave of pleasure would overwhelm her body like a burst dam, and each touch almost brought her to orgasm.

Then Wen Xiang bent down and licked her alluring labia. Xiao Jun immediately screamed wildly. Then he used his fingers to explore even more sensitive areas inside her tight vagina.

Xiao Jun almost screamed, her whole body convulsing, her head twisting wildly, but she did nothing to stop Wen Xiang's attempt.

Wen Xiang said, "The sensitive touch is over."

Xiao Jun finally calmed down.

Then Wen Xiang lay down next to Xiao Jun.

"Ride on me, slave."

Xiao Jun knelt up and straddled Wen Xiang, aligning her vulva with his penis, allowing her master to penetrate her deeply. Then he stared blankly ahead, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, waiting for his master's next instruction.

Wen Xiang reached out and caressed Xiao Jun's alluring breasts, tracing her navel with his fingers.

"Make love to me," he commanded.

Xiao Jun began to sway her hips up and down, moaning and clutching her hair. Soon, Wenxiang felt he was about to climax, and so was Xiao Jun; she had been ordered to orgasm simultaneously with her master.

Wenxiang thought his dream had truly come true. He looked at the lovely woman he had met just two weeks ago. He remembered how shy she had been just minutes before, but now she was making love to him wildly. Her original personality had vanished; she only obeyed his commands. Wenxiang had completely controlled her.

Wenxiang panted, almost ejaculating. He saw Xiao Jun staring at the ceiling, screaming wildly, and then they both climaxed.

Afterwards, Xiao Jun got off the bed and removed the condom from Wenxiang's penis, then licked it clean of the remaining semen. She had been trained to do this.

Fifteen minutes later, Wenxiang and Xiaojun came downstairs.

"Doggy style," Wenxiang whispered in Xiaojun's ear.

Chapter Thirty-One: Transition

Over the next two months, Wenxiang and Xiaojun grew increasingly intimate. At Wenxiang's suggestion, Xiaojun became more open about sex. During this time, Wenxiang also kept Peipei appearing to reinforce this other personality within Xiaojun.

Wenxiang began to feel conflicted. He loved Xiaojun, he loved her cheerful smile, but what truly aroused his lust was Peipei's blank and submissive eyes. Because of his affection for Xiaojun, Wenxiang felt guilty every time Peipei appeared, yet he couldn't resist Peipei's temptation.

Therefore, Wenxiang made this decision: he would merge Xiaojun's two personalities.

After class on Friday, Wenxiang and Xiaojun were being affectionate in the practice room. By this time, Xiaojun was quite used to this, but today, besides intimacy, Wenxiang had other things to deal with.

As they were getting intimate, Wenxiang whispered in her ear, "Hypnotic state." Xiaojun immediately lost her strength, and Wenxiang laid her on the floor.

"Peipei, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Master," Xiaojun replied.

"You've done very well, Peipei. You are a very competent slave, but the final and perhaps longest test awaits you. Are you ready to accept this challenge?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very good. You fully understand that Xiaojun has memories and a past, don't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Before, when you woke up as Xiao Jun, your memories disappeared. The final test was to change that. From now on, I don't want you to become Xiao Jun. You are still Pei Pei, but you will imitate Xiao Jun's actions. This is possible because you know everything about Xiao Jun. You will act like the usual Xiao Jun."

"You will pretend to be Xiao Jun. You will smile when she should smile. You will resist other people's suggestions and orders just like her. However, when I, Xie Wenxiang, your master, give you orders, you will still obey like Pei Pei. When I say 'One more time,' you can stop playing the role of Xiao Jun. And when I say those four words again, you will continue to play the role of Xiao Jun. But you will always be Pei Pei. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very good, let's begin. You will start counting, and then slowly leave the hypnotic state. Count to twenty and you will wake up as Peipei and begin playing the role of Xiaojun. Now start counting."

"One...two...three...eighteen...nineteen...twenty..."

Xiaojun opened her eyes, saw her master, and then showed a happy smile.

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Origin

The next day, Wenxiang sat at home, marveling at the beauty of life. He was just a freshman in college, yet he possessed such a perfect sex slave. However, he was not satisfied because he could not share his achievements with anyone.

A voice echoed in his heart: "What's the point of gaining the world if you can't share it with others?"

Wenxiang deeply felt the aptness of this statement, but he dared not tell anyone about it; he might end up in jail for it.

He knew there were many legal penalties for hypnotizing and raping women, and he didn't know what crime he would be convicted of, but he absolutely didn't want to try it.

Finally, he had an idea: perhaps he could write his experiences into a fictional

novel and publish it online, at least giving him a moment of pride.

So he turned on his calculator and began writing:

"A Freshman's Club Adventure - Chapter One - Encounter..."

[The End]

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