A new colleague who can hypnotize

(I)
When Anzu pushed open the door to the meeting room, she still felt indignant. The image of the senior sales manager yelling at her earlier, "You'd better get someone back right away!" flashed through her mind again. She couldn't help but mutter a vulgar curse that was unbecoming of her refined and beautiful image. She thought to herself, "Everyone knows how bad-tempered you are, Ms. Pan.
You scolded your employee away, and now you're blaming us HR department for not having enough staff? Our department can't guarantee that we can find the person you need." Of course, she could only keep these thoughts to herself.
Although Ms. Pan had extremely poor interpersonal relationships, she was still a managerial person, not someone a lowly employee like her could afford to offend. She could only continue working with a belly full of grievances, while hoping that the job seeker would meet Ms. Pan's requirements.
As a professional HR employee, Anzu immediately adjusted her mindset to the calmest state after opening the door, so as not to let her emotions affect her evaluation of the job seeker. But upon seeing the job seeker, she felt a pang of disappointment, for the impeccably dressed man's appearance was utterly ordinary. Based on her four years of experience in HR, appearance was a crucial factor in job success. It wasn't that she preferred judging by looks, but rather that a job seeker with a striking appearance would naturally leave a more lasting impression on the employer. Unfortunately, while the man sitting in the meeting room wasn't unattractive, he possessed the most ordinary, unremarkable features—the kind of person you'd bump into on the street and then forget, utterly lacking in presence. This kind of appearance was a major no-no for job seekers.
"Good morning, my name is Anzu. Sorry to keep you waiting." Despite inwardly groaning, she immediately adopted a professional smile, greeting the job seeker with the utmost appropriateness.
"Hello, my name is Cheng Jun." Although the man was unremarkable in appearance, his voice was deep and pleasant.
Her keen observation caught the man's eye; a fleeting look of amazement crossed his face upon seeing her, but he quickly regained his composure, showing no lecherous intent. This secretly earned her a few extra points for him. She was utterly confident in her appearance. Aside from her delicate and charming features, her stunning figure—her firm breasts, barely contained by her business suit—was enough to make any man's breath catch in his throat. Yet, the man before her only showed admiration, without any groping or inappropriate glances, which increased her favor.
She subconsciously thrust out her proud breasts and sat down gracefully. She often felt her figure wasn't quite perfect, especially her large breasts, which not only affected her daily life but also prevented her from focusing on her beloved swimming. If it weren't for her figure hindering her performance, she definitely had the potential to become a full-time athlete competing internationally, instead of becoming an ordinary office lady leading a dull life. That's what she thought, but every time she saw others swooning over her alluring figure, she still felt a thrill of excitement.
The man visibly became restless, turning away slightly to avoid looking directly at her body. She chuckled inwardly at how thin-skinned he was, despite his age.
She picked up his already completed resume and compared it to the information in his application. Appearance aside, this 28-year-old man named Cheng Jun had good qualifications and met the company's requirements. If she felt he was acceptable after talking to him, she could recommend him to that annoying Ms. Pan.
Suddenly, she noticed a rather unusual name in the "Professional Qualifications" section of his resume: Psychological Counselor. She looked at the application again and realized that he had indeed not filled in this information before, which made her suspicious.
"Mr. Cheng, I'm sorry, you say here that you are a psychological counselor, but you didn't list this qualification in your application. Is there any reason for this?" she asked, pointing to the resume.
"Yes, I only officially obtained this qualification two days ago, so I didn't report it at the time," Cheng Jun replied nervously.
"Oh! A psychological counselor? What exactly is that? Is it a type of psychologist?" An Zu'er couldn't contain her curiosity and pressed on. The term "psychological counselor" was completely new to her; she had never met anyone with such a professional qualification before.
"A psychological counselor, simply put, is someone who provides counseling to people in need regarding psychological issues," he explained literally like a professor, which was essentially meaningless and earned him a glare from her.
He hurriedly explained, "Actually, it's nothing much. It's just listening to people in need, assessing their situation, giving appropriate advice, and most importantly, resolving their psychological questions. Strictly speaking, it's a bit like social work.
As you know, modern people face immense pressure, worrying about work, family, children, and health. They accumulate a lot of resentment, which needs an outlet. We, as psychological counselors, guide them to express what they wouldn't dare or want to say, releasing the pressure before it causes psychological problems." "Wow! Doesn't that mean you're very good at getting people to open up?" Anzu continued to ask. This time, it wasn't out of curiosity, but because this skill was closely related to the position he was applying for. He was applying to be a training mentor for frontline sales staff, responsible for teaching the company's new sales staff communication skills, and this skill was naturally a major advantage.
"Of course, but more important is observation—observing the behavior of those being consulted and then making a judgment." After a round of conversation, Cheng Jun relaxed, leaning back in his chair and adopting a more comfortable sitting posture. Seeing this, Anzu also leaned back.
"Observation?" Anzu didn't understand how this could be of any use in psychological counseling.
"Yes, observation is the most important thing. To be honest, at least half of the ten clients we counsel are very reluctant to reveal their true thoughts. When dealing with this type of person, we need to observe their behavior, guess the psychological messages revealed, and even understand their personality and so on." "Is it really that magical?" Cheng Jun's words piqued her strong curiosity.
He smiled and patiently explained, "It's not that magical. According to psychology, people's behavior always unconsciously reveals their true thoughts. Just like you just now..." "I..." She pointed to her nose and asked, looking quite cute.
"Yes, when you pushed the door open just now, although your expression wasn't particularly special, the force with which you pushed it open was a bit too strong, showing that you were initially very excited. Then, when you saw me, your right eyebrow furrowed slightly, but when you saw my resume, your expression relaxed considerably. Clearly, your excitement was related to my interview. I estimate that you're troubled by not being able to find a suitable candidate, and you might even be under pressure from your superiors because of it.
"Afterwards, when you judged from my qualifications that I have excellent communication skills, you showed a satisfied smile, and your whole demeanor relaxed, which further confirmed my suspicions. Because if I'm suitable for your company's requirements, it can solve the problem that has been troubling you. Am I right?" Ann Zuer was truly amazed by his observational skills; he could deduce so much from just a few subtle facial expressions and movements, giving her the feeling that he could see right through her.
"Wow! That's amazing!" Her words undoubtedly proved that his deduction was 100% correct.
"That's not all! Actually, I've noticed quite a bit about you." Cheng Jun's smile deepened as he spoke of things he was familiar with. Unconsciously, the awkwardness he felt upon first meeting had vanished, and his voice became increasingly authoritative. Even his once ordinary eyes had sharpened.
"Anything else? What's the relationship? Tell me more."
"For example, you didn't sleep well last night. It's simple; I can tell from your dark circles." He spoke with a hint of teasing, causing Angela to blush involuntarily. She thought, "I hope he doesn't know why I didn't sleep well." Her boyfriend had spent the entire night at her house, trying every trick in the book—sweet words, physical advances—to get her into bed, but she refused, citing work as the reason. They lingered until nearly midnight before he finally went home. Unexpectedly, after her boyfriend left, she felt a little lonely and needed, tossing and turning in her arms, finally falling asleep late into the night. This morning, she had deliberately deepened her eye circles when putting on makeup, but he still saw through it immediately.
Cheng Jun revealed a meaningful smile, his eyes fixed on Angela, sharp enough to see through everything, penetrating straight to her heart.
"After talking with you for so long, I think you have a very straightforward personality and are not scheming. Oh! You must be an athlete, especially fond of swimming, right?" This time, she finally understood how he deduced that. Putting aside her healthy, tanned skin exposed outside her clothes from long hours of outdoor swimming, more importantly, she had just gone swimming at the beach with her boyfriend last weekend, and still had red marks from sunbathing.
"I also really enjoy swimming, especially when I travel to other places. Immersing myself in the blue sky and sea, surrounded by the cool water, feels like I'm one with the ocean. That feeling is incredibly comfortable; that's a real vacation." At this point, Anzu began to feel that their conversation had deviated from the original purpose of the job interview and wanted to steer the topic back, but Cheng Jun, sitting in front of her, didn't give her the chance and continued talking on his own.
"I remember once, I traveled to Phuket alone. I aimlessly found a deserted beach, then lay on a floating bed, bobbing gently with the waves. It was late spring, early summer, the weather was warm but not too hot, the sun gently warmed my skin like a soft blanket, my body rising and falling with the waves, listening to the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. It was incredibly relaxing, all my worries and stress completely disappeared, and I felt completely at ease..." Whether it was the vivid imagery he described or the captivating depth of his voice, Anzu gradually forgot her job interview and her thoughts drifted back to her trip abroad last year. Just as he described, that day she too had gone alone to the beach in front of her hotel, enjoying a carefree and peaceful afternoon. The scene from that day suddenly became clear. She kept swimming forward, stopping when she got tired, letting her body float with the seawater. It was a rare experience; she was in a state between sleep and wakefulness, without thinking, completely relaxed.
Cheng Jun's voice continued to ring in her ears, guiding her to relive the pleasant feeling of that vacation:
"Imagine you are having the most satisfying vacation of your life. You are wearing a swimsuit, sleeping on the sea, floating up and down with the waves... With each rise, you take a breath and feel a little lighter; with each sink, you exhale the breath hidden in your heart, and your mind slowly sinks to the deepest, deepest part of your body. Yes, if you follow my voice, you will feel very comfortable.
Come on, inhale as you rise... exhale as you sink, rise... sink... rise... sink..." His voice grew softer and slower as he described it. However, the slower he spoke, the more repetitive his tone, and the more melodious his voice, the more comfortable and relaxed Angel felt. She gradually became dazed, her body unconsciously softening, sinking deeply into the chair back. Her head rested against the back, her bright eyes half-open, her alluring red lips slightly parted, as if awaiting someone's touch. Her high, firm breasts rose and fell rhythmically with his commands, the already somewhat tight top stretched taut by her deep breaths, creating a breathtaking visual effect. Due to the excessive stretch, her milky-white bra could sometimes be seen through the gaps in the buttons. The sudden, perfect curves, accentuated by her wheat-colored, delicate skin and the thin fabric, were enough to drive any man mad.
Cheng Jun was a normal man; he clearly felt a part of his body hardening with her alluring posture, but he had to suppress the urge to ravage her excessively full breasts, knowing that forcing himself on her now would only ruin his so far-successful plan. He had to guide her to the deepest part of her consciousness to gain complete control. At the same time, he also had to speed things up to avoid arousing suspicion from her colleagues due to the prolonged interview.
"You are now completely relaxed, completely relaxed. Slowly, step by step, you become one with the sea. Surrounded by the warm water, you feel incredibly happy and safe. You don't need to think at all; you just need to follow my instructions to enjoy this blissful feeling. Come, surrender your mind and body completely to me, and let me guide you to the deepest part of the ocean.
Now, you feel the waves begin to move, and your body floats ever closer to the center of the sea. As you float, this feeling is what you have always sought and dreamed of. This is the strongest desire emanating from your heart; you yearn to swim, to indulge yourself in the azure waters..." The dreamlike words brought Ann Zuer into a state of ultimate comfort and peace. A smile appeared on her face; she truly felt incredibly satisfied, so satisfied that she didn't need to think at all, only needing to listen to the instructions of that absolutely authoritative voice.
"You are now completely relaxed. You have reached the center of the ocean, where everything is still, even the waves are still, following your heart. You are in an absolutely calm and silent environment; even the sound of the waves has disappeared, leaving only my voice, which has always guided you. My voice comes from the deepest part of your soul, representing your strongest desires. My voice is the most authoritative and irresistible divine oracle; my words are the best advice for you; my commands are instructions you absolutely cannot disobey, because everything I say is what you most deeply desire. Do you understand?" The gentle voice came from the bottom of her heart, penetrating deep into her soul, leaving her with no way to resist, only to accept and obey… Angel nodded obediently and contentedly, her eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, completely unfocused, letting this man lead her mind.
Cheng Jun hadn't expected her sensitivity to be so high, so easily complying with all his instructions. Originally, he only hoped to easily get the job through his suggestive and seductive skills, but after seeing this beauty, he couldn't control his desires. Especially when he looked at her firm, elastic breasts, swaying up and down with her movements, as if they might fall out of her clothes at any moment, he decided that even at the risk of being discovered, he would make her his doll, his most obedient and most lewd slave.
Looking at the stunning beauty slumped in the chair, almost completely under his control, he continued to give instructions with deep affection:
"From now on, if you understand my instructions, you must answer aloud: Yes, and call me Master.
Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master!" she responded obediently in a rather languid voice.
"Very good, no matter what I say or what I ask you to do, it won't affect your mood, because your heart is already at the deepest part of the ocean, unaffected by anything, unless I allow it to surface again. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master!"
Seeing her powerless resistance, Cheng Jun felt a surge of heat in his heart. He grew increasingly enamored with this beautiful girl, wishing he could strip her naked and take her right there and then. However, he couldn't do that yet.
"Now I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you must answer them honestly, without hiding anything. Each honest answer will give you a light, pleasant sensation, very subtle, like the relief of finally releasing urine after holding it in for a long time. Although the sensation is subtle, it will accumulate and intensify, stimulating your most sensitive areas, so you'll increasingly enjoy answering my questions. This is your master's little reward for you, do you understand?" "Yes, Master!" "What's your name?"
"Angel Lee?" Upon answering, she felt a sudden surge of pleasure coursing through her body, especially her most intimate area, which twitched slightly, as if experiencing a mild orgasm. Her beautiful body trembled slightly, then she gave a shy smile.
"How old are you?"
"26."
"How long have you worked at this company?"
"Four years."
"Do you carry a mobile phone or pager?" "No. Oh!" Her voice was already rising in pitch with pleasure.
"That's good!" Cheng Jun thought. He had been worried that someone else would interrupt.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes." She began to let out a soft, almost moaning sound.
"How's your relationship with your boyfriend?"
"Very good."
"Have you slept with him?"
"Yes." Because of the accumulating pleasure, her body couldn't relax any longer. Her legs slightly curled up and tightened, seemingly enduring but actually waiting for an orgasm. Her fists clenched tightly due to her increasing sensitivity, and her large breasts were made even more prominent by the pressure of her arms.
He was so aroused by her wanton state that his throat went dry, and he was almost unable to hold back. But he still asked a few more key questions, questions that would help him with future hypnosis, before stopping. He knew that if he continued asking, she would succumb to orgasm, which was not what he wanted to see. He only wanted her to experience the pleasure of submission, and from that, to continuously accumulate desire, and then explode all at once. Once he could satisfy this beautiful woman's desires, she would willingly submit to his control.
"Relax, relax deeply, inhale, exhale. You feel a vortex rising deep within your body, swirling and swirling, drawing in the pleasure you're feeling right now. This pleasure hasn't disappeared; it's just been dormant deep within your body, slowly accumulating and settling, becoming a part of you. Only I can bring it back." She obediently complied, relaxing her body again with deep breaths as instructed.
"Now I will give you a few instructions, and these instructions will remain in effect unless I actively delete or modify them. Under no circumstances will you be able to follow these instructions. Even when you are conscious, these instructions will still work, because they are your instincts. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "Very good. First of all, Angel, you are truly my angel! You have a very beautiful name. You will love it when I call your name. Every time I call your name, you will feel as if a gentle hand is caressing you, making you feel incredibly comfortable. This feeling can completely soothe your nerves and easily put you into a very relaxed state. You will increasingly enjoy it when I call you and become addicted to it."
"In a moment, I will count to ten. With each count, your consciousness will slowly rise from the depths of the sea to the surface. The process will be very, very slow. When I reach ten, you will be fully awake. Apart from the instructions I give you, you will not remember any of our conversation. After waking up, you will feel very relaxed and comfortable. Although you won't remember the content of our conversation, you will clearly know that your feelings stem from our conversation.
"After you wake up, you will find talking to me very pleasant. You will think I am absolutely suitable for this job and will strongly recommend me for it. Because only in this way can you have the opportunity to talk to me frequently.
"You will be very interested in my identity as a therapist, so tonight you will cancel all your appointments and call me at ten o'clock to ask for my advice on your relationship problems."
"Finally, for your own good, so that you can enjoy the same happiness as you do now at any time, I will give you a set of keywords. No matter the situation, from now on, whenever you hear these words, you will immediately enter the same relaxed state as now, completely opening your mind and obeying all my instructions. This set of keywords is 'Sleeping Angel.' These words will only work if I say them myself, because only I am your master. It will be of no use if anyone else says the same words to you.
"Do you understand all the above commands?"
"Yes, Master."
"Now I will begin to count, ten, your mind begins to awaken; nine, your mind rises from the seabed; eight, it begins to float; seven, it floats upwards all the way... two... one, wake up!" As the word "wake up" was uttered, Angel's eyes immediately regained their clarity. At first, she seemed a little dazed, blinking her large, bright eyes rapidly, looking around. But in an instant, as if she remembered something, she returned to her normal state. She suddenly felt as if she had become energetic, and the fatigue caused by insomnia was swept away.
"Very good, Mr. Cheng, your performance was quite good. I believe you will receive our acceptance notice soon," she said with a cheerful smile. She felt a little strange; why, after talking with him for so long, did she not feel tired at all, but rather more energetic? Could this be the power of a psychologist?
"That's good. My contact number is on your resume. Please let me know if there is any news.
Of course, you can also call me if you need any 'consultation'," Cheng Jun said with a smile, reminding her to keep an eye on his phone number.
Angela obediently glanced at his resume, secretly memorizing his mobile phone number, deciding to have another good talk with him tonight.
He extended his right hand and shook her hand firmly in farewell. The smooth touch in his hand made him want to hold on forever. Of course, he didn't, because he knew there was still more time tonight to slowly enjoy this alluring body.
"Goodbye, Angela." The sudden address struck her like lightning. She felt a wave of confusion, unable to recall when she had told him her English name. His gentle call was so soothing, it felt like it touched the most vulnerable part of her heart, and she longed to hear it again.
"I must call him tonight," she resolved.
Seeing her reaction, he couldn't help but eagerly anticipate the further training to come.
(II)
Evening.
Cheng Jun was already quite excited when he rang the doorbell of Angel's house. In the afternoon, when he thought about the beautiful body that was about to be his, he almost wanted to release himself. But he held back, because he wanted to conquer her under his crotch in the best possible condition.
Just as he had instructed, at ten o'clock tonight, he received a call from her, telling him that he had been accepted.
The two chatted for a bit. He knew in the morning that this beauty was living alone in a small apartment, so he suggested that they come to her house for a detailed meeting. Of course, she had no choice but to agree.
The door opened, and Angel stood prettily in front of him. Seeing her appearance, Cheng Jun felt that his waiting all day was worthwhile. She tied her short hair into a neat ponytail, and her face was bare of makeup, lacking a certain glamour but appearing even more fresh and pleasant. Since she was home alone, she was dressed casually in a simple shirt and shorts, but her stunning figure already exuded a fatal allure. The most eye-catching feature was, of course, her two high, firm breasts, barely visible beneath the thin white fabric. Her shapely thighs swayed alluringly beneath her shorts, showcasing her athletic physique and attracting unwanted attention.
Feeling Cheng Jun's unabashed gaze, An Zu'er felt a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, regretting inviting him up so late, and wondering why she so desperately wanted to see him again. However, this unease was easily swept away by his words.
"Goodnight, An Zu'er," Cheng Jun said with a suggestive smile.
The moment she heard the name Angel, a wave of comfort washed over her. She couldn't quite describe it; if she had to, it was like the man she loved gently caressing and massaging her body—a feeling of pure bliss.
"Please come in," Angel said, leading him blankly into the living room. As soon as the door closed, she heard him utter five words:
"Sleeping Angel." Those five words that plunged her into a sea of desire.
She didn't know what those words meant; she only knew that upon hearing them, she entered a state of complete relaxation, losing all ability to think, and then her body went limp.
Cheng Jun immediately reached out to support her. With a pull, the adorable woman, unable to control her limbs, obediently nestled into his arms. Her eyes were half-open, but she was already oblivious to everything. He wrapped his left arm around her slender waist, pulling her close to his chest, admiring her dazed, beautiful face and her exquisite figure that haunted his dreams, letting out a heartfelt sigh of admiration. Her full breasts pressed against his chest, throbbing with each deep breath, stimulating his senses. He finally couldn't resist, his right hand grasping her erect left breast, gently kneading it. Those breasts were not only high and full, but also incredibly elastic. Even though it was only through her clothes, the elasticity and feel in his hands moved him so much that he almost wanted to shout thank God. Suppressing
the urge that was about to burst forth, he pulled the beauty in his arms to sit up on the sofa, then brought his head close to her ear, his lips almost touching her round, jade-like earlobe, and asked, "Can you hear me?" "Yes, Master," Anzu replied slowly. Cheng Jun was very satisfied, because this proved that his suggestion had been very effective.
"When you hear me clap my hands, close your eyes and slowly count from one. With each count, you'll feel more relaxed, but also a sense of loneliness. You'll begin to crave my voice, to accept my instructions and commands. This feeling will deepen with each count, until you hear my clapping again. Understand?" "Understood, Master."
Cheng Jun clapped his hands lightly, and Anzu'er began to count softly: "One...two...three..." He stood up, preparing for the upcoming crazy night. He first locked the door, then put away the phone, and then put the cell phone on the coffee table on silent mode. To ensure no one could disturb them, he carefully went through every room, turning off anything else that might make a sound. After everything was done, he turned off most of the lights in the room, leaving only a small table lamp by the beach.
In the dim light, a stunningly beautiful woman sat upright, counting in a low voice: "Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five..." She counted very slowly, each word seeming to come from the depths of her soul.
Cheng Jun walked to her side, carefully admiring her beauty and the captivating curves outlined in the dim light. Only when she had counted past fifty did he gently clap his hands to stop her.
"Raise your head, open your eyes, and look at your master," he commanded authoritatively.
An Zu'er obediently raised her head slightly, opened her beautiful eyes, and looked at the high and mighty man before her, her face a mixture of obedience and expectation.
"Tell your master, what do you desire most right now?" "To
obey your master's commands." After a round of self-suggestion, her obedience had been trained to an extremely high level.
"Master will give you the command now, okay?"
"Please give the order, Master." Her voice was filled with excitement.
"Now, I command you to slowly remove your shirt." Cheng Jun felt a surge of heat throughout his body, his lower body already hard.
"Yes, Master," she replied with a smile. She was overjoyed to hear her master's command, for this was something she had longed for for a long time. The loneliness and solitude she had experienced before made her cherish the time her master spent by her side, so she was determined to obey his instructions.
She gently grasped the hem of her close-fitting shirt and slowly pulled it up. Her sun-kissed skin appeared inch by inch before him, her flat stomach, her cute navel, her bony collarbones were exposed to the air, and then there were those huge breasts… They appeared, finally appeared! When she pulled the shirt up to her neck, a pair of large breasts, tightly wrapped in a milky-white bra, proudly stood out. They were so large and full that even a full-cup bra could not completely cover them, about half of them were exposed, forming a deep ravine. Cheng Jun even felt that the entire space in front of him was already filled by these jade orbs, leaving no room for anything else. Her breasts were incredibly elastic, bouncing up and down with her undressing. The bounce was initially minimal, but because the breasts were so full, even a slight bounce created a stunning visual effect.
"Stop," Cheng Jun said, unable to hide his admiration, and stopped her undressing.
An Zu'er obediently stopped, motionless like a stone puppet, awaiting her master's next command.
At this moment, her face was covered by her clothes, her hands were raised high, her movements strange, yet her breasts seemed even more prominent.
Cheng Jun excitedly reached out and pressed the front clasp of her bra. With a "snap!" the bra undone and fell to the ground, freeing a pair of perfect, magnificent breasts. They were absolutely perfect breasts, without the slightest flaw. Without the support of the bra, they sagged slightly, but this did not detract from their beauty; rather, it reduced the sense of pressure and added a touch of natural beauty.
"So beautiful, so incredibly beautiful," Cheng Jun couldn't help but exclaim. He wasn't unfamiliar with large breasts; many of the foreign women he'd slept with had even larger breasts. But while foreign women's breasts were indeed large, their overall shape was somewhat coarse and uneven, and they were quite prone to sagging. Some were unappealing once they took off their clothes. Few possessed the combination of voluptuous breasts and a slender, athletic figure like Angela.
Many people say that the most perfect breast shape for a woman is like a bamboo shoot, but if they had seen Angela's breasts, they would all admit that such a spherical shape was the greatest gift God could give to a man. At twenty-six, she had passed her girlhood, her body fully mature, but not yet at the age of womanhood, like a ripe, juicy peach waiting to be picked.
He half-squatted down, opened his hands wide, and finally touched those long-desired tender breasts. The jade peaks were so full that they couldn't be grasped in his hands, their elasticity as amazing as if they had an independent life. He lovingly caressed them in his palms, his careful manner as if he were playing with the most precious antique.
As he caressed her, Cheng Jun admired her exquisite body, usually hidden beneath her clothes, discovering many beautiful details he had overlooked during the day. He deeply felt that she was indeed a masterpiece of nature, a rare beauty. Her muscular body, honed by years of athletic training, though initially not quite smooth to the touch, possessed a bronze complexion and firm muscles that, in turn, stimulated a man's desire, making him particularly eager to conquer her strong physique. Her slender, delicate waist, seemingly boneless, accentuated her alluring breasts, extending downwards to reveal equally enticing, full buttocks, and long, powerful legs. Together with her infinitely beautiful upper and lower body, they formed a perfect "erotic picture." He had heard that swimmers had more proportionate figures than ordinary people; it seemed that her devilish figure was not only a gift from nature but also largely a result of swimming.
Under his large hands, her full, soft breasts were molded and deformed like dough. He skillfully began his caresses from the base of her breasts, gradually narrowing the area until he stopped at the very peak. At that apex were two small, pale pink nipples, which appeared remarkably delicate and adorable against the backdrop of her full breasts, utterly alluring. However, no matter how he teased her, she remained motionless, like a statue, her body unresponsive, as if she had completely lost all feeling. Only then did he remember that he had ordered her that morning to suppress all desire and sensation.
He reluctantly pulled away from her alluring breasts, issuing a new command: "Angel, take off your top completely." She complied without hesitation.
"Do you remember our questions and answers this morning? Do you remember the excitement you felt then? Now, I command you to relive those feelings all at once. Right now, you are filled with desire, and you desperately need a man to satisfy your desires." His command had barely left her lips when Angel let out a captivating moan, her thighs tightening again as they had that morning, her waist swaying, her breasts rippling with astonishing waves, her eyes blazing with lust, and she thrust her body forward, demanding her master's caresses. Under his skillful fingertips, her two rosy nipples instantly hardened, showing that she had entered a state of considerable arousal.
Cheng Jun admired her wanton demeanor, his hands never idle. His left hand continued to enjoy her readily offered breasts, while his right hand relentlessly "invaded southwards," lingering for a moment on her alluring lower abdomen, even secretly probing into her shallow opening, causing her sensitive body to writhe and dodge. He then slowly moved his hand to her waistband.
He skillfully pulled off her shorts, leaving her only in a thin silk panty. The two short, narrow pieces of fabric couldn't even cover her two most ample peaches, instead emphasizing their high, rounded shape. At the very tip of the triangle of fabric, a small, darker area was gradually widening. He gently tugged, removing the panty, and sure enough, he saw the color of water droplets faintly appearing on her neatly arranged, abundant pubic hair.
Under Cheng Jun's constant teasing, this stunning beauty was already aroused, and even though she was conscious, she could no longer resist the eruption of desire within her. He rose, pressing against her burning hot body, enjoying the friction against her firm breasts, gently biting her earlobe while softly calling her name.
"Angel."
The master's call and the hidden implication behind her name brought her back to her senses. She gasped, trying to open her hazy eyes wide, her full, sensual lips parted slightly, and she said in a trembling voice, "Yes... Master..." Then she let out another soft moan as he couldn't resist squeezing one of her breasts hard, two fingers pinching the engorged nipple.
"I command... I command you... after I count to three you will wake up..." He was overwhelmed by the boundless lust within him, his words becoming slurred. He had to struggle to keep himself from focusing all his energy on playing with her exquisite body. Yet even when giving the command, his hands couldn't leave her two most prominent mounds.
Even he, who was in control, was almost out of control, let alone her, who was aroused. Therefore, throughout the instruction process, there were intermittent heavy breathing sounds from men and suggestive moans from women.
"After you wake up... ooh... you'll remain in this aroused state... heh... and your body, because of your heightened consciousness... will become more sensitive and more easily aroused... ooh..." "Ah! Master, a little harder, I'm really... oh... so excited..." "Not enough, you'll become even more excited... huff... so excited that you won't care who the man in front of you is... huff... you'll only know that he's very charming, possessing a pair of magical hands... huff... making you completely unable to resist, only wanting to make love..." "Ah... ya... ah... yes, Master!"
"After you wake up, you'll crave making love... ooh... crave it so much that you can't think straight, only knowing that you need to reach orgasm, the highest orgasm... ya... only by reaching a true orgasm will you regain the ability to think... "You'll feel that only the man in front of you can give you an orgasm because... huff... he's the strongest man in the world, possessing the most amazing bedroom skills in the world, every thrust of his penis... huff... will bring you the greatest pleasure... do you understand?" After much effort, he finally finished giving his instructions.
"I understand...ah...I understand, Master...hurry, hurry and do me!" She had become the most wanton girl.
"One...two...three...wake up!" He shouted uncontrollably.
She shuddered, and the confused expression of wakefulness returned, her eyes filled with questions, not knowing why she was naked in the arms of a newly acquainted man. But as his hands caressed her, lust burned high, finally overcoming reason, causing her to fall into lust again. Now she only knew that she needed, needed a strong man to fill her body.
Words had lost their function; only actions mattered. Man and woman reverted to their most primal beasts, pursuing their innate physical needs according to instinct. The woman noticed the man was still wearing clothes, and frantically removed everything in their way. Then, she eagerly reached for his genitals, searching for the long-awaited hardness. The man, meanwhile, focused on the stimulation of her alluring body, vigorously stimulating every sensitive spot, determined to turn her into the most wanton and wildest female beast.
"Ah!" the woman cried out in satisfaction, as the man's penis finally entered her, connecting them as one. Initially, they were in the traditional missionary position, the man's powerful, rapid thrusts bringing the woman unprecedented pleasure, while simultaneously fueling her desire and need. The thick penis rubbed against her vaginal walls, which were several times more sensitive than usual, each thrust penetrating deep into her core, as if pumping the pleasure of their union into her body.
After only a few thrusts, the experienced man felt the tightness of her vaginal opening gripping his penis. He noticed her fingers gripping the carpet tightly, her toes curling, her muscles clenching – she seemed close to climax. He knew his commands and ample teasing had made her body overly sensitive, making her exceptionally prone to reaching her climax.
But he, still in the beginning, didn't want it to end like this, so he pulled back just before her climax, forcefully withdrawing most of his penis.
The half-exit of her penis dashed her hopes for climax, leaving her feeling utterly powerless. She let out a soft cry, giving the man a reproachful, almost angry look, as if blaming his cruelty, before arching her back, seeking the pleasure she deserved. Seeing this, a thought struck him, and he suddenly thrust forward, making her weak all over, her delicate body writhing, emitting a seductive moan. Then he tightly embraced her and turned her around, so that he was lying comfortably on the ground, while she was half-squatting, half-sitting on top of him. He
only thrust once and then stopped. Hungry, she no longer cared about restraint, and began to move her supple waist again, tightly clamping her legs together, thrusting up and down. Her two round, firm, light brown breasts swayed ecstatically with her movements, forming wave after wave of breasts, creating a stunning visual effect. His hands were drawn to her, and once again caressed her fullest part, vigorously caressing those two perfect orbs.
After the brief pause, Angel's body was less sensitive, and she could better enjoy the pleasure of sex, but she clearly had little experience in taking the initiative, only knowing how to move up and down randomly. Before long, she was already exhausted, her waist weak and her body slightly sweaty. Cheng Jun, unable to bear it any longer, secretly cooperated, skillfully thrusting his lower body to lead her rhythm, while his hands lightly and heavily rubbed every sensitive spot on her body, stimulating her from head to toe.
He didn't know how many thrusts he'd made, but she once again showed signs of impending orgasm, her body tense and arching slightly. Because she was on top, her hands had nowhere to grip, so she could only pull her body back, using the carpet for leverage. This posture only made her already prominent breasts appear even more exaggerated, causing the man lying beneath her to nearly bulge his eyes.
Cheng Jun knew it was time. He forcefully lifted her onto the sofa, pressing her alluring body beneath him once more, thrusting harder and faster, each stroke sending her into a frenzy of excitement.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah!" A sudden, powerful groan escaped her lips. Her vaginal walls contracted rapidly, and from the deepest part of her body, an unprecedented tingling sensation surged forth. Then, pleasure spread from her lower body to every limb and bone, reaching the very depths of her soul. Under her powerful pressure, he also relaxed his will and released his thick semen into her body with great pleasure, bringing another "aftershock" to both of them.
Angel collapsed onto the sofa, unable to control herself, letting the pleasure spread through her body. Previous orgasms she'd experienced were fleeting, like lightning, followed by endless exhaustion. None of them had ever surged through her body and soul like this, as if relentlessly invading her senses, leaving her dazed and disoriented.
She gasped for breath, each breath a reminder of the intensity of the pleasure, making her savor the lingering afterglow of the climax. At the same time, her mind gradually cleared, and she began to recall everything. To her dismay, the man who had taken her virginity remained on top of her, unwilling to get up. She secretly opened her eyes to see what he was doing, only to find him staring at her, seemingly observing her post-orgasm expression and reaction. Terrified, she immediately closed her eyes, her heart pounding, filled with boundless shame.
Seeing her reaction, Cheng Jun knew this lovely woman had been completely conquered physically. With a little more manipulation and enhanced control, he was sure she would obediently submit, completely at his mercy. He had absolute confidence in his sexual prowess. His skills, honed through countless sexual encounters, were undoubtedly among the best of men, and his extraordinary stamina was his secret weapon for conquering countless harlots. He firmly believed that even in a sober state, he could bring women to unforgettable pleasure, let alone the beauty before him, who had been brought to multiple orgasms under hypnosis.
The thought that this exquisite body would forever belong to him sent a surge of heat through him, and he longed for a second round of lovemaking. Little did
she know that he was harboring such lewd thoughts, yet she felt the male member still within her, the one that had once driven her to ecstasy, throb, as if about to rise again. Startled, she immediately reached out to push him away.
But having just reached the peak of sexual ecstasy, her limbs were weak; how could she possibly push away a strong man? Even more shameful, the touch of his broad, warm chest brought back memories of their previous lovemaking, and she quickly withdrew her hand, afraid that her thoughts would wander again.
She knew this couldn't go on, so she opened her eyes again and saw his lecherous eyes darting around. She sighed inwardly, lowered her head until her chin was almost touching her high breasts, and whispered, "Could you please get up?" After their lovemaking, she possessed a different kind of beauty. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and her slender, alluring body seemed unable to bear the excessive pleasure, lying limply on the ground. Beneath her lay a mess of cups and plates, wet and glistening, a testament to the intensity of their encounter. Her breasts rose and fell with her tense breathing, her two delicate nipples still erect, perhaps indicating that her passion hadn't subsided and she was ready for more pleasure?
Sensing that he showed no sign of leaving and was growing increasingly hot, she felt a surge of anger and deep regret for letting a wolf into her home. Even now, she still couldn't recall how she had been aroused, but the details of their intercourse, her wanton demeanor as she yielded to his pleasure, were surprisingly clear. A faint, almost imperceptible flame of desire still burned within her.
His hands began to roam freely again. Whether it was the lingering effects of the hypnotic suggestion or the ignition of her previous frenzied intercourse, she trembled at his gentle teasing, her thighs rubbing together involuntarily.
She knew that if she didn't resist, she might succumb again, slowly becoming unable to extricate herself. She shook her body, trying to escape his large, seemingly magical hands, pleading, "Please, let me get up! Please?" Before this man, her former arrogance and haughtiness had vanished completely.
How could Cheng Jun refuse such a beautiful woman's soft words? He withdrew his hands, slowly straightened his body, and made some space. She finally looked up at him. She was surprised to find that, despite his slender appearance when clothed, he possessed a remarkably handsome physique. While not muscular, he was strong and powerful, with a sunny, attractive quality. She couldn't help but look at his face again, beginning to feel that he wasn't as ordinary as she had initially thought, but rather possessed a unique and captivating allure.
Cheng Jun knew that at this moment, she was most vulnerable and easily moved. Not only was her desire still fresh, and her body still sensitive, but more importantly, after the twice-daily hypnosis sessions, his identity as her master was deeply imprinted in her subconscious, attracting her heart and unconsciously allowing her to be manipulated. If he could intensify this feeling, he could make her willingly submit to his control while fully conscious.
Many people misunderstand the power of hypnosis. Undoubtedly, skillful hypnotic guidance can enslave someone, but the controlled person will react more slowly and dullly, making lovemaking less enjoyable. Moreover, the power of hypnosis will fade over time, although it can be reinforced through repeated hypnosis, but this is undeniably troublesome. To achieve the best results in mind control, Cheng Jun had been dedicated to researching effective methods to extend hypnosis to the conscious level, and with considerable success.
An Zu'er dared not think any further. She looked around, trying to find her clothes to put on. She discovered her bra had somehow disappeared, so she grabbed it. Then she noticed her panties lying in a mess on the floor. She immediately grabbed them, but her cheeks burned as she touched them, realizing the small piece of fabric was soaked. She didn't know if it had gotten wet while she was wearing it or if it had been stained with the semen on the floor. Just thinking about how those stains had appeared sent a shiver down her spine… At her most embarrassed moment, Cheng Jun cheerfully handed her shorts. She was so ashamed she just wanted to find somewhere to hide her naked body. Not wanting to be naked in front of him any longer, she quickly put her clothes back on, but he pulled her back down.
She struggled symbolically for a moment, but didn't force her way out. She just gave him a resentful look and said helplessly,
"I don't know how you treated me... but let's pretend tonight never happened! I won't pursue it, you can go." Cheng Jun thought to himself, "It's not that easy." He still wore that annoying smile and took her soft hand, saying, "It's not you who should pursue it now, it's me who can't bear to part with my beauty!" "I've already shown you, and I've already let you have your way, what more do you want? I have a boyfriend, and we have a very good relationship. We even plan to get married. You don't need to waste your time. I just want to forget the absurd things that happened tonight." She said, her head lowered, completely unable to look into his captivating eyes.
He took two steps forward, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and asking, "Does your boyfriend enjoy it as much as I do? Does he give you so many orgasms? Do you think you can forget the pleasure of tonight?" Enraged by these harsh words, she tried to pull away his arms, shouting,
"What do you take me for? A slut? A whore? Do you think I'd…you…" Her face flushed red with urgency, forgetting that her words were actually proof that she truly enjoyed making love with him.
He gently caressed her soft, boneless waist, saying in a deep voice, "I know you enjoyed it and crave another round. Your body was made for this, so accept it, Angel!" His words were like a low murmur, almost a dream, leaving her momentarily dazed. But the most devastating blow was his final call, which shattered all her resistance like a heavy blow. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration, his nimble fingers stealthily slipped inside her shirt, once again invading the high ground on her left side. He pinched his index and middle fingers into a circle, rubbing her sensitive clitoris with varying pressure.
An electric-like stimulation shot through her, snapping her back to reality. She cried out, "No, don't do it again!" He ignored her reaction, instead intensifying his teasing, taking the entire tip of her breast into his palm and using the thickest part of his hand to fully stimulate her body.
He leaned close to her ear again, almost whispering, "Look at your body, so thirsty, so enjoying my teasing. Can you feel it? Your left nipple is already swollen, and the right one?
Let me see. Oh! It's really very sensitive! It's already this hard without even being touched. I wonder what would happen if I just gently, just lightly touched it?" He really didn't hurt her at all, but for Angela, it was an unbearable stimulation. She felt a tingling numbness in her left breast, and her whole body was shaken. The desire in her body burned even more fiercely under his teasing, and her body gradually became hot.
"No, I'm not..." she whimpered, her voice almost a sob, but her body writhed obediently, especially her left breast, which craved a more intense touch.
Through her clothes, he gently ran his fingers over her breasts, causing her to shudder. He knew she was physically powerless to resist, but he needed to further pressure her mentally, to force her to break down and submit.
"Your nipples are getting bigger and bigger, they feel so good, I can even feel the little dots around your nipples, you're so sensitive, aren't you? Hmm, you're getting wet down there too. Ha! You really have a very lewd body, don't you?" He forcefully pressed her onto the sofa, quickly stripping off her clothes, relentlessly teasing her alluring body.
"No, I'm not lewd, I'm not..." she finally cried, because she clearly felt herself becoming increasingly unable to resist his teasing, even anticipating a second union.
"If you're not lewd, then why are you so aroused? Yes, either you're lewd, or my hands are exceptionally powerful, making you lose control? Yes, I have a pair of magical hands that can make you feel like you're in heaven, becoming more and more sensitive, more and more needy..." "Ugh..." She really didn't know how to answer. To say no would be to admit she was lewd. To say yes would be to succumb to his lewd power. However, without realizing it, she was willing to believe that he really did have a pair of extraordinary hands that could make her lose control of her emotions. At the same time, there was a voice in her heart issuing a command she couldn't resist:
"You will become more excited... huff... so excited that you won't care who the man in front of you is... huff... only knowing that he is very charming, possessing a pair of magical hands... huff... making you completely unable to resist, only wanting to make love..." The voice was both very familiar and very strange, seemingly far away from her, yet also seeming to emanate from the depths of her soul, revealing a desire that had been buried and concealed for a long time. Her resistance lessened, her previously tense and distorted face began to relax, and she even started to enjoy the physical pleasure, responding to his movements.
"You are a very good, kind, and beautiful girl, definitely not a slut. It's just that you've met a very special man, a man with a kind of magic, a devilish charm, that can arouse all your desires... He has a pair of magical hands that arouse you with just a touch, making you incredibly sensitive and desperately needing his comfort; he has the strongest and biggest cock that can make you climax endlessly, addictive and unable to extricate yourself.
"Admit it! Admit that you are attracted to me! As long as you admit it, you are not a slut, and you can enjoy the pleasure of being penetrated by me again..." He spoke in a lewd and vulgar way, but with great power. As he repeated the same words over and over again, she became more and more dazed, yet the more dazed she became, the more sensitive her body became, and the more intense the pleasure.
She began to accept this explanation. She wasn't a slut; it was just that this man was too powerful, and she couldn't resist, so she had no choice but to accept it… This voice, growing louder and louder inside her, almost replaced her thoughts. She even began to believe that these were truly her own thoughts.
"Stop talking, do whatever you want, don't say anything more…" On the verge of collapse, all she knew was that she needed, desperately needed a man, desperately wanted to be penetrated by a strong, powerful penis once again.
"Admit it, admit that I possess strange magic, admit that you can't resist me. As long as you admit it, I'll give it to you." He tempted her again, gently rubbing the edge of her opening with his hot, large penis, but still refusing to penetrate, driving her, already aroused, to the brink of madness.
"I admit it, I admit everything, just put it in, use your most powerful cock to fuck me to pieces!" Finally, she broke down, screaming wildly and crudely, using the most obscene language she had learned from her boyfriend's porn.
Just as she succumbed, an incredibly fulfilling sensation surged from her lower body, followed by a wave of pleasure that rushed straight to her scalp, completely engulfing her.
She laughed happily and let out a groan of ultimate satisfaction. She was experiencing the pleasure of unrestrained lovemaking and submission, a kind of indulgent euphoria akin to drug use.
"Say it, say you like making love with me," Cheng Jun commanded with each forceful thrust into her.
"I love making love with you." Submit! Submission would bring pleasure; that was her only thought now.
"Say I possess a magic you can't resist."
"You possess powerful magic, I can't resist."
"Say you love being teased by me, that you're aroused the moment I touch you."
"Yes, I love being teased by you, I can't resist at all, it feels so good." "Say you're already addicted to making love with me..." The lewd commands, accompanied by intense pleasure, surged through her nerves like a tidal wave. Each command made her more immersed in the act, enjoying the pleasure even more. Gradually, she couldn't distinguish whether what made her happiest was making love, obedience, or both... "Cheng Jun is my man, my lover, my master... Ah!" Under the "attack" of the final command, Anzu reached her second climax of the night.
[The End]

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