Hypnosis training

Wearing a red t-shirt and a beige shirt, Red drove his proud luxury sedan

to the streets of Shibuya. The sun was shining brightly; Shibuya was unbearably hot today, but the crowds were still bustling. This was his

favorite place to hunt.

He scanned every woman passing by with hawk-like eyes, strolling around casually until he finally

chose his target in front of a café.

The instant they brushed past each other, he knew she was no longer in his grasp. The

woman was dressed like a typical office worker: a black top, white trousers, a smart and efficient suit, with

long, wavy hair, a black handbag slung over her shoulder, exuding a confident beauty.

Red stopped and turned to follow the woman. The working woman

, oblivious to the strange man's gaze, continued walking, unaware of the misfortune slowly

approaching her.

Red followed her across the street, quickening his pace in the busiest part of the street. He then secretly

slipped his phone into her bag and went to rest by the arcade. The weather was incredibly

hot and humid, but he simply lit a cigarette, smiling contentedly. He knew it would all be worth it.

After finishing his cigarette, Red checked his watch; it was almost time. He walked to a nearby public phone booth

and dialed his number.

"Hello?" A soft, questioning female voice answered the phone.

Red knew he had taken another big step towards success.

"Oh, that's great! Did you find my phone?" he said, feigning surprise. "My

phone has so much important data on it, I don't know where I dropped it.

Thank goodness you found it! Could you tell me where you are?"

"Huh? Now? I'm in front of Shinjuku Station," she said hesitantly.

"Great! Can you wait there for a moment? I'll come get it for you right away," Red said,

feigning a flustered tone, but calmly took out a capped lighter from his pocket and played with it. "Oh dear

, I completely forgot. I need to go back to the XX Hotel first. I arranged to pick something up from someone there, and it

would be terrible if no one was there when he arrived. But I can't keep you waiting too long. What should I do?"

"I'll bring it to you. I also need to visit a client nearby.

" "Really? That's too much trouble for you."

"Yes, it's no problem."

"Then... could you please bring it up to me? My room is 1622."

"Okay, 1622? I understand."

"Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Red's lewd smile returned.

When the doorbell rang, Red was already back in his hotel room, smoking his third cigarette. He quickly extinguished it and opened

the door to welcome his prey.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to have troubled you," Red said, feigning embarrassment.

"It's nothing, hello," the woman nodded politely.

Red let her in and closed the door. Years of hypnosis experience had made him a skilled conversationalist.

He quickly steered the conversation, getting the woman to sit down and chat for a while. Her name was Kisaragi Momoka

, and as he suspected, she was an office lady.

"Ah, this lighter is so pretty." Halfway through their conversation, Momoka noticed the lighter on the table and

asked this.

"It's something I use at work," Red answered succinctly. "I'm a hypnotist

."

"A hypnotist?"

"Yes, that's right."

"You mean like in the movies, waving a string of coins in front of people

?" "

You mean this?" Red pulled the item Momoka had mentioned from his pocket.

"Yes, yes, that's it," Momoka exclaimed, somewhat surprised.

"Do you want to try?" Before Momoka could answer, Red forcefully handed her the rope. "Hold it up

in the air."

Momoka didn't refuse, half-heartedly following his instructions.

"Raise it a little higher, let the coin stop in front of your eyes," Red said, raising Momoka's hand high

. "That's right, just like that. I want you to hold the rope firmly, so it doesn't swing."

"Okay.

" After a few seconds of pause, Red placed a finger on each side of the coin, about 20 centimeters apart

. "Hold the coin firmly, don't let it swing," he said, while shaking his two fingers from side to side

. "But you'll find the coin swinging by itself, left, right, left, right."

Within seconds, the coin indeed moved following Red's finger. This wasn't magic, of course;

it was simply a subtle suggestion that made her already tired arm move involuntarily. Judging from her reaction time,

Red knew this girl had an exceptionally high susceptibility to hypnosis.

"Amazing!" Momoka laughed, her face full of disbelief.

Then Red placed his palm under the coin and moved it back and forth. "Now the coin will

swing back and forth with my palm."

Sure enough, after a short while, the coin's swinging changed direction.

"A lie! How is this possible!" Momoka laughed again, her voice filled with astonishment.

Red ignored her and continued, "Okay, put it down."

Momoka lowered the rope from her hand, laughing incredulously.

"Now pinch it between your thumb and middle finger, like this," Red demonstrated with his left hand

, and Momoka did as he was told.

"Clip this piece of paper like this," Red said again, placing a piece of paper between Momoka's two

fingers, "Squeeze it as tightly as you can."

Momoka, confused, simply did as Red instructed. Suddenly, Red quickly pulled the rope from her hand...

Momoka was slightly startled as Red pulled the piece of paper away. Then she heard Red say, "Clench it tight. Now your

fingers won't separate."

Momoka realized her hand was still in the same position.

"Tighter and tighter," Red said quickly, "You can try to separate your fingers

, but they'll only clench tighter."

Momoka tried hard to separate her fingers, but couldn't. She laughed loudly, seemingly trying

to cover her embarrassment.

"Okay," Red clapped his hands, "Now your fingers can separate." He shook

Momoka's hand, and she indeed separated her fingers.

"Amazing!" Momoka exclaimed sincerely.

"Humans are actually very easily influenced creatures," Red said slowly. "What I just did

was create an illusion using very natural principles. Hypnosis has even more powerful effects, you know? Everyone

has unimaginable potential, and hypnosis can unleash that power."

Red picked up some change from the table and handed a single coin to Momoka.

"Hold the coin between your fingers and try to bend it."

"How is that possible?" Momoka said incredulously, but still obediently tried.

“Sure,” Red clapped his hands. “Every time I clap, you’ll feel the coin bend a little more

; every time I clap, it bends a little more.” He clapped his hands intermittently as he spoke.

“You’re kidding!” Momoka exclaimed, but she could indeed feel the coin bending in her hand. “This isn’t

…really, is it? You’re kidding!”

Soon, the coin was clearly warped. Momoka held it in her hand,

staring at it in disbelief.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Red took the bent coin from her hand and placed it in

front of her. “Look, you bent this coin like this with your bare hands.”

Momoka didn’t know what to say, she just smiled.

“Look at this coin,” Red said, holding it up so that Momoka had to

tilt her head slightly to see it. “Look at this coin carefully.”

Momoka’s gaze drifted upwards, intently staring at the coin.

“Looking at it makes you feel relaxed,” Red continued. “You feel a wave of weariness wash

over you, and you suddenly feel very sleepy, wanting to rest properly.”

Momoka immediately felt sleepy; she blinked hard and then laughed awkwardly.

"Don't laugh, look at it. Feel your strength slowly disappearing, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier," Red's voice

grew faster and faster. "I want to sleep, I want to sleep. Looking at the coin will make you sleepier and sleepier."

Momoka continued to look at the coin, but kept blinking. Each blink seemed to make it even harder to open her eyes.

After a while, she just wanted to blink again, but she couldn't open her eyes no matter what she did.

Red was quite satisfied with Momoka's reaction. He put down the coin, held her shoulders, and gently

rocked her. "Slowly, release all your strength, fall into a deep sleep, and enter a very safe and peaceful hypnotic

world..."

Momoka's consciousness quickly left her body. She only felt very relaxed and peaceful. With Red's

gentle rocking, she slowly released all her strength and the last bit of resistance. Her body

sank lower and lower, and her head drooped heavily to her chest.

"You feel so comfortable, you've entered a very deep hypnotic state. Don't think about anything,

just hear my voice, and feel a relaxation and comfort you've never experienced before. Listening to my voice, you will

slowly enter an even deeper hypnotic state..."

Red stood up, but Momoka just sat there, unresponsive. After a while,

Red placed his hand on Momoka's shoulder and continued:

"Release all your strength. You've entered the deepest hypnotic state. Now you've completely lost your power

. Don't think about anything; let your body and mind completely rest..."

Red gently pulled Momoka's body backward, and she

slumped down onto the sofa, her long hair falling loosely over her face.

Red stood up and adjusted the table to give her more space to hypnotize her.

He then moved Momoka around to make her more comfortable, but she remained fast asleep,

lying on the sofa like a doll, completely unaware of everything around her.

Red sat down beside her, gently stroking her hair and touching her shoulder. "Your

mind is blank. The only thing you can feel is my voice. You're deeply hypnotized. When you

wake up, as soon as I hypnotize you again, you'll immediately return to this deep and comfortable hypnotic

state. When I count to one, you'll be fully awake and feel very comfortable. You don't remember

what I said, but my suggestions are deeply ingrained in your subconscious. Three, two, one!"

Red clapped his hands, and Momoka immediately opened her eyes, looking sleepy.

"Good morning," Red said playfully.

Momoka quickly sat up, tidied her hair, and smiled shyly.

"Feels good, right?" Red asked.

Momoka didn't answer, only smiled, scratched her head, and then straightened her

clothes, which had become disheveled from lying down. Red suddenly held up his hand in front of Momoka's eyes, blocking her entire view.

"Deeply enter a hypnotic state," Red said. Momoka's arms immediately went limp,

her eyes first sinking into a daze, then slowly closing.

Red placed his left hand on her shoulder, and flicked his right finger in front of her face. Momoka immediately

slumped down, unconsciously resting her head on Red's lap.

"Deeply, deeply enter a hypnotic state. You will only hear my voice; my voice is you."

"Everything... When I count to one, you will open your eyes, but you won't really wake up. You will regain your

consciousness, but it will feel like a dream. You will feel strange and ashamed, but you will never want to

run away because it's just a dream, and I am the master of this dream. You will naturally obey my words

without thinking about why. Three, two, one!"

Red clapped his hands, and Momoka slowly opened her eyes. She sat up and looked around. She

seemed to be awake, but her eyes were still somewhat confused. Red led her to the bed in the room, had her sit

on the edge of the bed, then sat down beside her and lit a lighter in front of her.

"Looking at the flames, you'll feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, your power being drawn away little by little.

Can you feel it?"

"Yes, it's so magical," Momoka whispered, her eyes becoming even more hazy.

"Looking at the flames, my power is being drawn away little by little, and I feel so sleepy."

Momoka struggled for a moment before closing her eyes and falling towards Red, but Red forcefully

pulled her up. "Don't sleep. You have to try to resist, but the flames are constantly eroding your mind."

Momoka opened her eyes, her gaze devoid of any life. She was almost subconsciously listening to Red

's words; in fact, all she wanted now was to sleep peacefully.

"You can't fall asleep. I need you to watch this flame. When the flame goes out, you will completely lose

your strength, not even the strength to open your eyes. But you must stay awake. Three, two, one!"

Red closed the lighter. With that sound, Momoka closed her eyes and leaned against him.

Red held her shoulders, keeping Momoka in a sitting position. "You can't muster even the slightest strength right now

. You can try to open your eyes, but you're too weak to do it."

Momoka's eyelids only twitched slightly, showing no sign of opening.

"Alright, now let your mind rest too. Listen to me count down. With each number down,

your thoughts will become increasingly blurred. When I count to one, your mind will be completely blank, entering a

deeper hypnotic state than before."

"Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen..." Red slowly began to count, gradually increasing

the speed. "Five, four, three, two, one!" He quickly finished reciting the last few words and gently pushed

Momoka's forehead. She immediately lay back on the bed without the slightest resistance.

"Your mind is blank. My words are commands, they are everything to you. Enter a deeper

hypnotic state. It feels very comfortable. Obeying me will make you feel even more comfortable and relaxed

. You can't do anything but obey me."

Red stood up, letting his gaze roam freely over Momoka's body. This sleeping beauty,

of course, had no idea that she was now at his mercy. Her lips were slightly parted, her face showing a relaxation only seen in deep sleep

, and her proud breasts rose and fell rhythmically under her top.

"Your body is slowly regaining its strength, but your mind is still blank. I need you to stand up

, open your eyes, and think of nothing."

Momoka slowly stood up and opened her eyes, but her alluring lips remained slightly parted, her gaze

completely blank. Red waved his hand in front of her, but she didn't react at all. Red

smiled with satisfaction; Momoka's hypnotic depth had completely met his requirements.

"When I count to one, you will close your eyes again and lose your power. Three, two, one!"

As soon as the count of 'one' was uttered, Momoka immediately closed her eyes and collapsed heavily onto the bed.

"Momoka, when I count to one, you will open your eyes and wake up, but you will still feel like it

's all a dream. Three, two, one!"

Momoka opened her eyes, her expression somewhat dazed. She didn't react at all, just lazily lying

on the bed. Red took her right hand and slowly said, "Relax your right hand, don't use any

strength. Can you feel your right hand slowly losing feeling?"

"Mmm," Momoka answered subconsciously.

"That's right, I'm taking away the sensation from your right hand. You'll find yourself slowly losing control of it. You

'll feel like your right hand doesn't exist, completely devoid of feeling. When I count to one, your

right hand will have no feeling at all. Three, two, one!" Red flicked Momoka's right hand. She didn't

react at all; her wrist hung down naturally, without any strength.

"Your right hand has absolutely no feeling," Red said, slapping her hand as he spoke. Momoka just

watched quietly, as if that hand didn't belong to her at all. Suddenly, Red slapped her left hand as well.

"Ouch..." Momoka cried out, instinctively pulling her left hand back.

"But I can't feel anything in this hand, can I?" Red said, continuing to hit her

right hand.

"Yeah, that's strange."

"Now I'm going to restore sensation to your right hand," Red said, making Momoka clench her right hand,

then moving it between her thighs. "When I count to one, you'll find that the sensation in your lower body has shifted

to your right hand. Three, two, one!"

Then he tightly grasped Momoka's right hand with his left hand, and used his right hand to touch Momoka's clenched index finger and

thumb. Momoka let out a soft moan. Although her pants and underwear were still intact, she

could definitely feel her sensitive areas being teased. She quickly used her remaining free hand to

stop Red.

"Don't do this," Red said, pushing Momoka's left hand away. "You don't want to stop me, so slowly

... enjoy this feeling. You feel so comfortable, so good..."

Strangely enough, Momoka suddenly didn't want to resist anymore. Except for her right hand, she could still move freely

, but now she didn't want to do anything. With Red's touch, she felt waves of pleasure rushing through her.

The sensation had penetrated her spinal cord, and she couldn't pinpoint where it was, only letting out soft moans.

"Look, this feels like your clitoris," Red said, stroking

the tip of her right thumb. Momoka stared blankly, waves of pleasure almost overwhelming her senses. "Look,

it's going to go in." Red inserted two fingers into Momoka's clenched fist and began thrusting rapidly.

Momoka felt exactly as if her genitals were being penetrated. She couldn't help but close her eyes,

responding to Red's movements with moans.

"Just fingers can excite you this much? What a slutty woman," Red said,

without stopping his hand movements.

"Don't do this... ah..." Momoka gasped for breath.

"You're about to climax... you're going to come..." Red's fingers moved faster and faster.

"Ah... ah... I'm going to come..." Momoka responded, but Red suddenly stopped

.

Momoka felt every cell in her body yearn for an orgasm, but without Red's help, she

couldn't do anything on her own.

"Calm down, Momoka," Red said calmly. Momoka did indeed feel

calmer upon hearing this. "Wearing these clothes isn't appropriate

, is it? And you feel uncomfortable wearing these clothes and pants, right? When I clap my hands, your right hand will regain its feeling, and then you

... will do what you want to do."

Red clapped his hands, and Momoka felt her right hand suddenly come back to life. She shook her right hand and found it

covered in sweat. She wiped it on the sheet, then began to feel a strange

sense of constraint from her clothes. She hurriedly unbuttoned her shirt.

"Are you alright?" Red asked, feigning concern.

Momoka didn't answer. She quickly took off her black top and threw it on the bed. Red saw her

impressive breasts almost bursting out from under her bra. Then she unbuttoned her pants, pulled down the zipper

, knelt on the bed, and pulled down her white casual pants as well, throwing them on top of the clothes she had just taken off.

Now she was only wearing a white bra and panties.

"Feeling better now?"

"Mmm," Momoka whispered, a sliver of reason still making her feel slightly uneasy.

"Come on, sit on the edge of the bed, let's play another game."

Momoka did as she was told, and Red sat beside her. He took her right hand and made her raise it forward

. Momoka initially resisted slightly, but quickly gave in.

"Stiff, completely stiff," Red suddenly shouted.

In that instant, Momoka felt as if she were frozen. She looked helplessly at her outstretched right

hand, unable to do anything. Red moved to her other side, making her raise her left hand as well. Momoka was

fully conscious; her eyes were open, but she couldn't even turn her neck. She wanted to know what Red was doing

; he was right beside her, yet she couldn't even turn her head to look at him.

"Complete stiffness..." Red continued, then pushed Momoka onto the bed. Momoka stared

at the ceiling, her arms raised, her legs still in a sitting position, a ridiculous posture.

"After you hear me clap my hands, you will feel all the strength drain from your body," Red gave a new

command, "but you will still be conscious. You will open your eyes and look at me, but you will be unable to do anything."

Red clapped his hands, and Momoka's stiff limbs immediately went limp on the bed. She looked at Red;

to her, it made no difference. Her body still wouldn't obey her commands.

She felt it clearly; she knew Red shook her hand, then walked in front of her and lifted

her legs, but she couldn't react at all, only letting out some soft moans. After he released her

, her hands and feet simply fell heavily back down.

"When you hear me clap my hands again, you'll become incredibly sensitive. Every inch of your skin will

be an erogenous zone, ten times, even a hundred times more sensitive than your original erogenous zones. The moment I touch

your body, you'll immediately feel extremely excited, feeling like you're on the verge of orgasm. Three,

two, one!" Red said, then clapped his hands.

Red stepped into Momoka's line of sight. "How do you feel now?"

"I can't move..." Momoka answered helplessly.

"Really? Try again."

Momoka tried hard, but nothing happened except for a slight frown.

Red smiled with satisfaction, then reached out and stroked her arm.

"Ah..." Momoka immediately groaned.

Red, of course, wouldn't let her off so easily. He used his other hand to play with Momoka's hair, then gently stroked

her earlobe.

"Ah...no..." Momoka felt as if she were in heaven.

Red stood up, and Momoka's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly. She breathed heavily,

but only for a moment, then she felt Red touch her calf, then her thigh...

"Oh... I can't take it anymore... No..." Momoka's expression was a mixture of pain and joy.

In fact, even she herself didn't know if she really wanted Red to stop.

Red showed no mercy, stroking her from her thighs to her navel, then her shoulders. He seemed to deliberately

avoid sensitive areas, but it made no difference to Momoka. No matter where he touched her, he could make

her feel like she was ascending to heaven.

"You lewd woman, how can you be so excited? I haven't even touched your breasts." "

Ah..." Momoka's body couldn't move, but it convulsed from the constant waves of pleasure

. "I don't know... oh..."

Red helped Momoka up, making her sit up. "Stiff, completely stiff."

Momoka teetered on the edge of climax, completely unaware of her own movements.

Red caressed her face, her arms, her proud breasts, his hands never leaving her

body. "Tell me how you feel."

"Ah...so good..." Momoka answered instinctively.

Red stroked her thighs for a while before standing up. "After I count to one, your body

will be free again. I want you to stand up, three, two, one!"

Red clapped his hands, and Momoka's body suddenly went limp. She slowly stood up

, her movements somewhat unnatural due to the lingering daze.

"Stiff, completely stiff." The moment Momoka stood up, Red suddenly shouted again.

Momoka immediately stopped moving, standing frozen like a statue.

"Open your eyes and look at my finger." Red held out a finger to Momoka.

Still lost in her reverie, Momoka had kept her eyes closed. Hearing Red's command, she reluctantly and slowly

opened them.

"Although I haven't touched you," Red said, twirling his fingers, "just looking at

my fingers will make you feel like they're caressing you, and you'll feel so comfortable and happy..."

"Ah..." Momoka cried out loudly, her lust, which had just subsided, was aroused again by the endless teasing

. Her whole body trembled with pleasure, and soon after, her seemingly motionless body

suddenly bent into a half-bent position.

Red adjusted her position, straightening her back so she stood with her head slightly tilted back and her chest out. "

When I touch your genitals, you will have the orgasm you desire, and experience a pleasure you've never felt before in your life

."

Although Red said this, he didn't directly attack her vagina. Instead, he lingered his touch on her thighs

for a while before finally touching her most intimate area.

"Ah..." Momoka let out a pleasurable moan, feeling an unprecedented comfort. Her

mouth was half-open, her expression a dazed, dreamlike state.

"When I count to one, your body will no longer be stiff, and your skin will return to its original state.

Three, two, one!" Red clapped his hands, and Momoka lowered her head, looking at him dazedly.

"Do you like it?" Red asked.

Momoka gave a slightly embarrassed and weak smile.

"Sleep, get some rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, Momoka lay back down on the bed, feeling utterly drained.

"You feel quite relaxed and comfortable, deeply entering a hypnotic state," Red

instructed in her ear. "When I count to one, you will wake up and feel that you are in your own room, your

underwear is soaked, so you will want to take a new outfit from the closet and put it on. Three, two, one!"

Red clapped his hands, and Momoka immediately opened her eyes and looked around.

"Stand up, look, there's a closet in front of you," Red guided her, and Momoka readily

accepted that it was true. "Open the closet, there are many beautiful clothes inside."

Momoka opened the invisible closet as if performing a silent movie, then smiled knowingly.

"Pick your favorite outfit and put it on."

Momoka chose the King's New Clothes. She placed the clothes on the bed, then naturally removed

her bra and panties, standing naked before the man she was meeting for the first time that day.

Next, she put on the panties she had just chosen, put on the bra, and slipped into her favorite little dress

.

"Wow, so beautiful! This outfit suits you perfectly," Red said, leading Momoka to the mirror

. The mirror reflected Momoka's naked body, but she saw herself wearing beautiful clothes,

smiling contentedly, and posing in front of the mirror.

Red walked up behind her. "When you hear me clap my hands, you'll wake up and find yourself

completely naked."

Red clapped his hands, and Momoka jolted, not knowing why her clothes had vanished in an instant

. She frantically covered her chest with her hands, "Ugh... how could this happen?"

"Look here." Red took a pocket watch from his pocket and waved it in the air.

Momoka's gaze blurred the moment it met the watch, and her hands fell limply to her sides

.

"Look carefully at this pocket watch, don't think about anything, kneel down."

Momoka quietly knelt down, all thoughts of shame and chastity vanishing.

"Good girl, Momoka, you did very well. Look carefully at the pocket watch. Being hypnotized is very comfortable. I will guide

you into a deeper hypnotic state than before. As long as you look at the pocket watch and listen to what I say, when I count to one,

you will close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep, entering a deeper hypnotic state. Three, two, one."

Peach closed her eyes and slowly leaned forward. Red quickly knelt down and hugged her, letting her lie in his

arms. "When you wake up again, you'll find yourself really needing to pee. You won't care if you're not wearing clothes or

anything else; you'll want to rush to the bathroom as soon as you wake up. But once you're inside, you'll find you can't

use the toilet; you can only sit on the sink. But once you're on the sink, you'll hesitate because

I'm right in front of you. You don't want to pee in front of a man, but you have no choice."

Red deliberately wanted to make her resist, completely destroying any remaining sense of shame she might have.

"When I count to one, you'll wake up. Three, two, one."

Momoka opened her eyes, staring blankly at him.

"What's wrong?" Red asked.

"I need to use the restroom..." Momoka said, standing up and heading towards the restroom.

However, once inside, she didn't know what to do. She wanted to use the restroom, but...

Unsure what to do, she sat down at the sink, almost urinating, but desperately held it in because

Red was watching her.

"What's wrong? Afraid of losing face?" Red asked deliberately. Momoka didn't answer, then suddenly walked

closer and squeezed her breasts forcefully.

"Ah...no..." Momoka cried out sensitively.

"You can't hold it in anymore. Although you tried hard not to pee in front of me, your body couldn't

take it, especially when I squeezed your breasts, you felt like the urine was about to be squeezed out."

"Ah..." Momoka cried out, and a pale yellow liquid spurted from her lower body.

After a while, Red had Momoka clean herself up and then had her sit back down on the bed. He took a

female masturbation dildo and placed it between her thighs. "This is your sex organ. You

have a penis just like a man, and you'll have the same feelings as a man," he said, stroking the head of the dildo.

"Oh..." Momoka looked at the dildo and truly felt it become part of her body.

A tingling sensation surged through her.

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