[Ex-Girlfriend] (Full)

Ex-Girlfriend
Author: Hypnotist
Layout: tim118
Word Count: 16360 words
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This article is a translation, from write's "return of
a nolform". This
is my first attempt at localizing names, I don't know if it will sound awkward...
I hope everyone can give me some feedback^^
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(Part 1)
It was already 1:30 in the morning when I got back to my apartment. As soon as I entered, I collapsed onto the soft sofa,
not even having the strength to get to bed. There were less than six hours left before my next meeting.
About four or five years ago, I expanded my software operations company from a small company with less than ten people
to a medium-sized company with forty people. A successful investment two years ago made us the current
leader in online marketing technology, and now is the busiest time for the company.
So for the past few years, my daily life has consisted only of commuting between work and home. Every day is a constant
cycle of meetings, then going home to rest, and then rushing off to another meeting. By the time I realized it, I was already what everyone called
a tech tycoon.
I turned on the answering machine to listen to today's messages, then unconsciously picked up the TV remote and randomly switched
channels. There were twenty-three messages today, roughly the same number every day, most of them
related to the company. But I didn't listen to them all today, because the fourteenth message left me with no energy
to deal with anything else.
"Hello, is this Ziyang?" A familiar yet unfamiliar female voice. I racked my brain, trying to recall
the people I'd met at work these past few weeks. Was it the legal advisor? Or the financial analyst? I couldn't remember
knowing any other women, because for years, my social circle had revolved solely around the company.
"This is Peiting, Lin Peiting."
Oh my god, oh my god!
I think my face must have been incredibly pale. I felt the blood draining from my head. When the voice
continued, I almost fell off the sofa. I barely managed to support myself on my elbows, gasping for
breath, unable to hear anything. When the message ended, I pressed redial.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" she said, smiling uneasily. "At least six years
. You must be wondering why I called you."
Yes, I really wanted to know.
"Well, I saw the latest alumni directory and suddenly thought of you. I happen to have to
go back to my home country for a few weeks recently. If possible, I'd like to get together with you again. Call
me back if you'd like..." Then she left her phone number. I hurriedly tried to copy it down, but it took me a long
time because my hands were trembling.
I dated Pei-ting in college. After graduation, we tried to maintain a long-distance relationship for a while
. We met because she was dating my friend Jia-zhe.
Do you know what your ideal partner is like? What kind of woman fits your ideal
image of perfection? What does she look like? What is her smile like? What does she like? What would it feel like to kiss her?
How do you find the perfect woman for you from a crowd? How do you know she's truly your type?
I know, because for me, Pei-ting is exactly that. She has a cute yet mischievous face
, flowing black hair, and at about 160cm tall, she looks petite, yet her breasts
are quite firm. Pei-ting has always worked out, so she has a very fit figure. I
often feel that I'll probably never meet anyone more perfect than Pei-ting in my life, so I
was incredibly jealous of Jia-zhe.
But I never considered stealing her from my friend. I always believed that friendship is more important than love
, so I pretended to be indifferent. But every time Jia-zhe mentioned Pei-ting, it was still a great torment for me
, especially when he smiled and told me how far things had progressed between him and Pei-ting.
Not long after, they broke up. About a month later, "that incident" happened, which made me determined to
pursue Pei-ting. For almost two and a half years, we were madly in love,
so compatible both physically and emotionally, that there was no room for any impurities between us.
But we still broke up later because Pei-ting went abroad after graduation. She wanted to get a doctorate
and become a management consultant, while I hadn't thought about career planning at all. She asked me
to work hard with her, saying she had relatives there who could help me, but I didn't like that feeling. I don't
like depending on others; I like to be in control.
I know this isn't a good reason. Actually, I just didn't want to leave the place I was familiar with. I
couldn't keep her either, because at the time I had no confidence in myself. I hadn't studied well, and I didn't have any
family background. I couldn't guarantee what kind of life I could provide for her. So in the end, I could only painfully break up with her,
letting her develop her career abroad while I stayed in Taiwan.
Although I haven't been in touch with her for so many years, I still think about her constantly. I work myself to the bone
to fill the emptiness in my heart, and leading a company also satisfies my love of control
.
And today, she called me first.
I hadn't called her back for several days because I couldn't muster the courage, and I didn't want her to know
how eager I was to see her. Finally, I dialed.
It was a very pleasant conversation; we talked about our families, mutual friends, and
many things that had happened in the past few years. She said she would arrive on the weekend, and we arranged to meet at the restaurant I had booked.
When I hung up, I was still sweating profusely, feeling like my heart was about to jump out of my throat.
I went to the office restroom and kept flushing myself to calm down before returning to the conference room for
that endless series of meetings.
I had decided to do it, even though I hadn't carefully considered the process or consequences. I
've always been afraid of taking risks; too much unnecessary hesitation has made me miss out on so much. This was a
golden opportunity, and I didn't want to miss it again.
The "thing" I mentioned earlier was like this:
In college, Pei-ting and I took the same professor's psychology class. There were about eighty
people in the class, and I always liked to sit near the podium, so I never noticed Pei-ting
until Jia-zhe introduced us. That's when I learned there was such a beautiful woman in the class.
This professor was quite popular. Besides being knowledgeable, he knew how to use humor to attract
students' attention. One day, he was going to demonstrate hypnosis techniques, his usual teaching method—
demonstration was far more effective than lecture. He selected a boy and an average-looking girl to come up to the stage and asked the
others to try following his instructions from their seats.
Then the professor dimmed the lights and began standard hypnotic induction. The boy on the stage quickly
entered a hypnotic state, but the girl remained unable to. The professor looked down at the audience, and I
looked around too, noticing everyone whispering and staring at one person.
That person was Pei-ting; she was slumped weakly in her chair, her head bowed low.
The professor asked everyone to be quiet, then went to Pei-ting's side and gently stroked her head.
"Now, only the person whose head I'm touching will hear this. Only the person I'm touching will feel themselves sinking
deeper and deeper, becoming more and more relaxed. You'll feel happy and relaxed, feeling yourself sinking into an even
deeper hypnotic state. After I count from one to five, you will feel completely relaxed, completely relaxed. But you will
open your eyes, walk to the podium, and sit in that empty chair, facing the whole class. After you sit down
, you will close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep, entering an even deeper hypnotic state than now. You will be completely relaxed,
only able to hear my voice."
He repeated his instructions again before saying, "Do you understand? If you do, nod
to let me know." Pei-ting nodded. "Very good," the professor said. "One, two, three, four, five!"
Pei-ting opened her eyes, stood up unsteadily, and slowly walked towards the podium.
She was dressed in the most common college student attire: tight jeans and a white top. She looked so innocent, yet incredibly
alluring. As she walked past me, I noticed her firm breasts and rounded hips were so prominent
, and she didn't even notice me.
"Damn!" I heard a few boys around me whisper as she passed. Her magnificent
breasts bounced gently with her movements. Looking closely at her top, I could vaguely see
the lace of her bra, and I realized my manhood was already erect.
The rest of the time, the professor gave the boy and Pei-ting various common hypnotic commands, such as
making their arms stiff and unable to bend, or having a cute little dog in their hands. It was clear that Pei-ting's
receptiveness to hypnosis was excellent.
Of course, at the end, the professor completely removed any inconvenience that the hypnotic suggestions might cause them, but
Pei-ting's beautiful image was deeply imprinted in my mind, impossible to erase.
Finally, the professor suggested to the boy and Pei-ting that they wouldn't remember being hypnotized. Instead
, they would firmly believe they were sitting in the audience watching two other classmates being hypnotized. They indeed followed the professor
's advice. After class, many people told them they had been hypnotized during class, but they
refused to believe it.
The next day, I asked Pei-ting out.
I didn't know I had such desires, but since that day, whenever I saw Pei-ting, I would
think of her being hypnotized in class, and then I would feel excited, my lower body brimming with energy. Having
these thoughts made me feel a little guilty towards Pei-ting. Of course, I never mentioned it to her, but I still
read a lot of books about hypnosis and even signed up for hypnosis courses, but I never had the courage to try it. 　　Except for that one time. 　　In our fourth year, Pei-ting slept in my dormitory one night. I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and looked at 　　her sleeping soundly, and suddenly had the urge to hypnotize her again.
In 　　this situation, I thought of a technique I had read in a book before, which I could use quite safely, so that even 　　if I failed, no one would notice. 　　I deliberately followed her breathing rhythm, inhaling when she inhaled and exhaling when she exhaled, 　　carefully watching the rise and fall of her chest. I did this for several minutes. 　　Then I started to quicken my breathing. 　　Pei-ting's breathing quickened along with mine. 　　Then I slowed my breathing, and Pei-ting continued to cooperate with me. 　　It really worked, I thought to myself, and then I continued to have her coordinate her breathing with mine. I had to completely control 　　my tension, because if I breathed too fast, Pei-ting might wake up. 　　"Sleep well, Pei-ting," I whispered in her ear as I exhaled. She seemed to murmur 　　something in response, but I couldn't hear it. 　　A few more minutes passed like this, and I breathed with her, then whispered in her ear, "Sleep well, 　　Pei-ting." I repeated this several times. Before, Pei-ting would sometimes shift her body, but now she didn't move at all 　　, and she didn't react at all when I spoke to her. 　　After a while, I changed what I said to her to "Sleep deeply, Pei-ting." 　　Then, I changed it to "Sleep even deeper, even deeper." 　　I lowered my voice, only speaking to her as I exhaled. 　　"Pei-ting... I will count from ten to one... When I count to one... you will find yourself 　　sleeping very deeply... very soundly... becoming completely relaxed... very comfortably relaxed... With each number... you will sink deeper..."

Deeper…nothing can stop you…each number sinks deeper…ten…a deep sleep…nine
…a deeper sleep…” And I kept counting until one.
I wasn’t sure if it would work, so I used two different hypnotic inductions on her. Finally, I decided to start
giving her hypnotic advice.
“Peiting, you find yourself fantasizing about making love, about how
wonderful it feels when we make love. You think about how excited, stimulated, and comfortable you feel, about your genitals
being filled with lustful fluids. When you think about these images, you start to feel burning with desire. These images are so
real, all the images and feelings seem real to you, even more intense than when you actually make love.
You feel two or three times more excited, completely unable to resist. You’ve never felt like this before, but you
still feel very comfortable and relaxed.”
"When you find yourself burning up and incredibly aroused, you'll imagine yourself giving me oral sex.
This is what it feels like to have my penis in your mouth. You'll imagine yourself giving me oral sex, and then you'll feel yourself actually sucking
my penis. How wonderful that feeling is! You'll find yourself becoming more and more excited. You've never wanted a man like this before
. You'll feel a surge of orgasm coursing through your body, growing stronger and stronger."
Pei-ting was breathing rapidly. Although her eyes were closed, I could see her eyeballs
moving quickly beneath her eyelids. She must have seen the scene I wanted her to imagine; she even started to writhe.
I decided to slow down; if she woke up at this point, all my efforts would be wasted.
"This image will seep deeper and deeper into your heart, your desire, my penis. You feel an irresistible
urge to suck my hot cock, to lick me, to give me the best oral sex. As you drift
deeper into sleep, this desire will only intensify. You'll keep dreaming about these images. When you wake up
, you'll find yourself burning with desire, and you must quickly relieve your urge. I
'll count to five in a bit. After I count to five, you'll fall into a deep sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll want to
relieve your pent-up desire. One, two, three, four, five."
Pei-ting's breathing gradually slowed and became steady, but I could see her eyes were still moving.
I slowly calmed myself down and then fell asleep beside her.
When I woke up, sunlight streamed through the blinds onto my face. I blinked, unable to adjust, and then
looked around, realizing Pei-ting wasn't lying next to me.
Suddenly, I realized why I had woken up.
My penis was enveloped in a warm sensation. I felt a skilled tongue
teasing the head of my penis, and warm lips moving up and down, gently sucking.
I looked down and saw Pei-ting lying on the bed, her head bowed, sucking my penis. Her eyes were closed, and her
expression was one of utter ecstasy.
Pei-ting's oral sex skills had always been very satisfying, and she never hid her sexual desires. So ,
every time she gave me oral sex, it was just to entice me to have a second, or even a third, erection. Once I was erect, she
could satisfy her needs.
At least, that's how it always been.
I stared at her breathtakingly beautiful body. Her long hair cascaded over my stomach, one hand holding
my penis, the other stroking my testicles. I felt her alluring breasts pressed against my
thighs, and her full buttocks, raised high, connected to her slender waist and delicate back.
The sunlight streaming through the blinds created an exceptionally beautiful scene.
She noticed I was awake, opened her eyes, and gazed at me like a cat. She continued sucking a few more
times before lifting her head.
"Hi, sleepyhead," she smiled, her right hand still stroking my penis.
"Uh… at least my lower body was awake a while ago," I panted, trying to sound humorous. "Want to get on
?"
For the first time, she refused my invitation.
"No," she whispered, a playful and seductive smile on her face. She then pressed her chin against my
penis, her lips just touching the glans, gently stroking it back and forth, occasionally teasingly licking it with her tongue
. "I'm still busy here." Then she opened her mouth and took my penis in, and I quickly succumbed
and ejaculated.
She swallowed every drop of my semen into her mouth—something she had never done before, I
thought to myself.
Then she climbed on top of me, and we caressed each other. After about five minutes, she straddled me in
her favorite position, letting me enter her.
Just as I was about to lose control again, she climbed off me and returned to her original position, sucking
my penis. I ejaculated almost immediately.
Afterwards, I stroked her head and asked, "Oh, you never used to do this. What's wrong?"
She shook her head, looking a little confused, yet also a little happy.
"I...I don't know," she said. "As soon as I woke up this morning...I...wanted to have you in my mouth,
that was all I could think about."
She looked up at me, a sly smile on her face. "Actually, I still don't feel it's enough." Then she began
to kiss me passionately again. "
Oh..." I couldn't help but groan.
(Middle)
A few weeks later, we graduated. I never had the chance to try the same thing with her again
, and I deeply regretted not giving her a command to immediately enter a hypnotic state.
During this time, Pei-ting's oral sex skills improved more and more. She even loved oral sex more than sex.
Unfortunately, our relationship was tested during the summer after graduation. I was unwilling to change my
life for her, and she insisted on going abroad for further studies. So, she left me after the summer
.
Things didn't end there. After she went abroad, we still kept in touch by phone, but
we started arguing more and more. In addition, I was still unemployed at home after graduation, and I didn't know...
I began to doubt my ability to keep her by my side, wondering what I should do in the future. Finally,
when we hung up our last phone call, we both knew it was our last conversation.
And now she's calling me again. I've always held her in the most important place in my heart, but I don't
think she thinks of me often. Maybe I'm overthinking it. You can call me petty, but it's true that
at this moment, when I wrote about the company and the upcoming IPO in the alumni newsletter, she called
.
I arrived at the meeting place early, watching students, office workers, and all sorts of men and women strolling down the street.
I must look great, I know it. I was wearing my most prized "investment tycoon" attire—a dark designer shirt, a black double-breasted wide-shouldered Armani suit, the hem of which 　　swayed like
waves in the evening breeze . 　　These days, the only thing I haven't sacrificed for work is my health. I've been making time to go to 　　the gym and work out. I might not be the most handsome, but my physique was 　　among the best in college, and I haven't let up since. 　　Then a taxi stopped in front of me, and Pei-ting stepped out. 　　My God, she looked even more stunning than before. 　　She was wearing a red suit, looking every bit the powerful businesswoman, a 　　stark contrast to the easygoing person I remembered. I suddenly felt sorry for every man who did business with her; seeing such a beauty, I thought those 　　men would be willing to give their lives for her. 　　"Hi, Pei-ting," I said, walking forward and giving her a polite hug. 　　Damn, the same perfume; I was using the cologne I used in college too. 　　"Ziyang," she smiled at me, "My God, you look as young as you did in college." 　　"Don't flatter me," I said, "but you really are more beautiful than before." She smiled, and then 　　we stood there looking at each other. Suddenly, a scene from a TV show flashed through my mind: two people 　　seemingly enjoying each other's company, but each harboring their own secrets. 　　"The restaurant is here," I finally said, "Shall we go in?" 　　We walked slowly, climbing the stairs step by step. The old feelings flooded back. I 　　kept trying to stop myself from looking at her seemingly fuller breasts, the alluring skin peeking out from her neckline. Then I realized 　　I should have been even more careful about avoiding looking at her breasts; it felt so unnatural. 　　Damn it, just her appearance threw me off balance, I thought to myself. 　　We entered the restaurant, and the waiter led us to a quiet corner. I ordered some drinks and continued to 　　pretend to chat naturally with Peiting. 　　I've taken the first step in my plan, a 　　plan I've meticulously crafted over the past week, repeatedly rehearsing in my mind. The skills required are the result of eight years of continuous practice. It wasn't 　　until I studied psychology in university that I realized my strong fetishistic tendencies. 　　Over the years, the impact of hypnosis on me hasn't diminished. I've read every 　　book on hypnosis I could find, even studying brainwashing techniques—starting with the basics and progressing to advanced ones. I've also learned a lot about 　　NLP. I often watch stage hypnosis performances, absorbing all 　　information about hypnosis like a sponge, then constantly practicing and rehearsing. 　　The most fascinating thing about these techniques is that they don't require violence or drugs, and they're not 　　just effective on the stupid. In fact, the smarter a woman is, the more easily she's influenced by hypnosis. This makes me 　　very happy because I'm not interested in women who are all looks and no brains; what truly attracts me are intelligent, clever 　　women with their own beliefs. 　　And Pei-ting is that kind of woman. 　　I began to lay the foundation for my plan. 　　"You know, Pei-ting," I said casually as we reminisced about the past, "the first 　　time I found myself captivated by you was because of your focus. I remember often watching you in class, watching you 　　listen so intently to the professor on the stage, and I would often think to myself, 'Wow, you're such a model 　　student, sitting so quietly, listening so attentively to every word that man says. You must have absorbed every single word, 　　deeply internalized them. You even found it difficult to take notes because sitting there listening to him 　　was the only thing on your mind; nothing could distract you. You were 　　like a statue.' 'It was this very quality of you that unbelievably attracted me,' 　　I continued. 'You know you have an incredibly focused mind. You can immerse yourself deeply in your own 　　thoughts, focusing all your ideas on one thing, one idea, or one feeling.' 　　I kept in sync with her breathing, gazing intently into her eyes. As I spoke, I noticed 　　her pupils slowly dilate, and her breathing slowed." 　　"That's perfect," I paused for a moment, making the conversation seem natural. As she listened more and more intently to 　　what I was saying, I subconsciously guided her to accept my "underlying commands." Soon we were talking about work 　　, about how difficult it is to sell a service to a client. 　　"I think the most important thing is trust," I said. "Have you ever met someone, someone 　　you know very well, who makes you feel, 'Oh, this guy I can trust?' It's like you've completely gotten to know him 　　, he knows everything about you, and you feel great. When you think back on that feeling, you realize that 　　power, that feeling seems to immediately return to you, doesn't it? We want our clients to feel that way, ' 　　Yes, I can trust this person.' So you have to make him like you, that's extremely important. 　　You have to make him like you, and the more time you spend on that, the more likely you are to succeed." 　　She nodded in agreement. 　　"It's a matter of need. Have you ever really wanted something? I don't mean just wanting it, 　　but something you genuinely crave, something you feel you can't live without. That feeling might even drive you to do things that 　　seem inexplicable to you, but you feel compelled to do them? When you think about what you crave..."

That feeling will keep growing in your heart, and you can't control yourself at all. Can you feel it?" I gently
touched her hand. "You can concentrate your mind completely and chase that ever-growing desire."
Her body began to lean forward slightly, her mind completely focused, breathing slowly and deeply. She had
completely forgotten about dinner. It was time. I immediately started speaking again, lowering my voice so that she had to concentrate very hard
to hear me clearly.
"Just as you must concentrate, you must also relax. You must completely relax
. If you don't relax, you'll feel exhausted. What you can do now is
relax your body and mind, breathe slowly and deeply, inhale... exhale... just like you're
taking a warm bath after a hard day's work," I thought, she must have had this experience often. "Let yourself soak in it deeply
, feel that warmth and relaxation entering your body. Don't you feel more and more relaxed, more and
more sleepy, feeling all your muscles relax?"
What I was saying now was almost pure hypnotic induction, using a low and gentle tone to deeply
penetrate Pei-ting's mind.
Pei-ting seemed to be almost unable to open her eyes, and her head was almost drooping.
In contrast to her, my manhood became hot and hard.
I had instructed the waiter beforehand not to approach us unless I called him, because I was focusing all my
attention on Pei-ting. I had to observe her every reaction and adjust
the pace of the hypnosis accordingly. I continued to deepen her hypnosis, allowing her to completely relax. Her eyes finally closed,
and my heart pounded faster and faster.
I spent another ten minutes guiding her into an even deeper hypnotic state, completely controlling her mind like a conductor.
Finally, I felt her subconscious was ready, and I began to give her some permanent instructions.
"Peiting," I said softly, "with each breath, you'll find yourself deeper into this comfortable and
relaxed state. You've never felt anything so wonderful in your life, and you'll be surprised that this isn't the
limit, because with each breath you'll feel more comfortable and relaxed. The more attentively you listen to every
word I say, the more wonderful it will feel. From now on, whenever I touch your right earlobe like this, or
say to you, 'Sleep soundly, Peiting,' you'll find yourself immediately returning to this state, even
deeper and more comfortable than before. No thought can stop you from returning to this state. You'll automatically close
your eyes, relax all your muscles, and become more relaxed and focused than you are now. Do you understand?
Nod if you can."
Peiting nodded.
"Very good, Pei-ting. Next, I will count to five. When I count to five, you will immediately wake up,
forget everything that happened while you were hypnotized, forget any commands I gave you. My commands will completely disappear
from your consciousness, but you will still obey. So when I touch your right earlobe like this, or
say to you, 'Sleep deeply, Pei-ting,' you will immediately return to this state. Each time you return to a hypnotic
state, it will be deeper than before. Do you understand? Nod."
Pei-ting nodded again.
"Very good, one, two, three, four, five!" Pei-ting suddenly opened her eyes, and I pretended that we
were still talking, deliberately starting from the middle, "...So that week at the end of last year was my only
vacation," I saw her blinking rapidly, her expression full of confusion, so I stopped the conversation, "I'm sorry
, I must have made you very bored."
"No! It's not like that, I was just a little tired from the long flight." She said, seemingly not
fully recovered.
"Oh, you don't look like you've just come from a long journey," I said. "Look how beautiful your earrings are
. Maybe I can..." I reached out my left hand and touched her earlobe. For a moment, her body
trembled slightly.
Then she immediately closed her eyes.
I smiled.
"Very good, Pei-ting. Now listen carefully. When you wake up, I will touch my nose and say something to you
. When you see me touching my nose, your mind will have a special reaction. You won't hear or understand
what I'm saying, but you will believe what I say or obey my commands. You will feel that it is your
own decision, what you want to do, and you cannot resist it at all.
You will completely obey or completely believe anything I tell you while touching my nose. You won't know what I'm saying to you, but
you will completely accept it, understand? Nod."
Pei-ting nodded.
"Very good. One last instruction: when I touch any part of your body, except your right earlobe,
you will feel a pleasurable current coursing through your entire body. You've never felt this before; that euphoric
pleasure washes over you like a waterfall. Of course, the point I touch will be the most intense. Every time I touch
you, this feeling will become even stronger. Do you understand? Nod."
Pei-ting nodded.
"Very good. Just like last time, you won't remember anything that happened during the hypnosis, but your subconscious
will completely obey my commands. When I count from one to five, you will be fully awake. One, two, three, four,
five!"
Pei-ting quickly opened her eyes again.
"...Tomorrow will definitely be great," I continued. "Will you stay here for a long time?"
Pei-ting adjusted her posture.
“Uh, yeah,” she said, “I have a meeting on Monday, so I’ll be there until at least Wednesday
.”
“That’s great,” I smiled, placing my hand on the back of hers. She suddenly gasped, her whole
body stiffening. “I’m so glad you called, Pei-ting. It’s been so long,
how did you decide to do this?” Her breathing quickened, and then I removed my hand.
“Oh, I told you, the past is the past,” she said. “I just really miss
the times we spent together; we were so happy then.”
I nodded, then touched my nose.
"Tell me the real reason."
"To be honest, it's because I saw how successful your company is. I never imagined you'd make
so much money, so I wanted to come here and build a good relationship with you, even if it meant sleeping with you."
She suddenly covered her mouth in panic, and I touched my nose again.
"Forget you told me the real reason," I said, and her expression relaxed again. Things
are about to get serious, I thought to myself.
I kept my hand on my nose and said, "You suddenly feel a strong need for a man, a deep
craving for sexual comfort. This feeling fills every corner of your body, growing stronger and stronger. Soon, you
find yourself needing to masturbate immediately to satisfy your needs. You go to the toilet and begin to pleasurably satisfy yourself.
But strangely, you become increasingly excited, feeling like you're about to reach an orgasm you've never experienced before, but
you just can't. Then you suddenly think of me. When my image appears in your mind, you find
yourself closer to orgasm. The more intently you think of me, how attracted you are to me, the
closer you get to orgasm, but you still can't reach it. Then you realize that what you truly crave
is to obey me, to follow my every command. When you realize this, when all you think about is your
absolute obedience to me, you will reach an intense orgasm you never dared to imagine. As you enjoy the orgasm
, the image of obeying me will continuously flood your mind."
I removed my hand.
We chatted for a few more minutes, but Pei-ting seemed restless, fidgeting in her seat.
Finally, she interrupted me.
"Zi-yang, I must have drunk too much. I'll be right back."
I nodded and smiled, watching her practically run into the women's restroom. I took a small sip of my
drink, thinking it would take her quite a while.
Ten minutes later, I heard faint, suppressed moans coming from inside the restroom.
I smiled and waved for the waiter.
"Check, please."
(Excerpt)
Pei-ting didn't emerge from the restroom for several more minutes, looking flustered and disoriented. I stood up and waited for her to
sit down first before sitting down myself. She seemed afraid to meet my gaze.
That's what makes hypnosis so interesting. Pei-ting is one of the few truly independent women I've met.
She's shrewd and confident; she knows what she wants and knows how to get it.
It's rare to see her hesitate in anything she does. Perhaps it's because her parents divorced when she was young;
she trusts no one but herself. Yet, her sensitivity to hypnosis is so exceptional—something she
could never have imagined.
"Oh, it's so late," I glanced at my watch. "I'm so happy today. Thank you so much for
coming with me."
"Yeah, me too," she mumbled.
"You can call me anytime you want. Although I can't guarantee I'll have the time
—too many shares and miscellaneous things at the company—I'll try my best for you, my old friend."
Pei-ting lowered her head and didn't answer. I smiled.
"Pei-ting?" I said, and she looked up at me.
I touched my nose again.
"When you go to sleep tonight, when you wake up tomorrow, and even after every meal this weekend,
what just happened to you will happen again, and even more intensely than this time. When you masturbate,
you will keep thinking about me, which will bring you closer and closer to orgasm. And only when you think about completely obeying me
can you enjoy a violent and longed-for orgasm."
I took my hand away from my nose and stood up, helping her stand up by her elbow. She started panting again
, but there was no intense reaction.
When we walked onto the street, a young man staring at her so intently that he almost crashed into the car in front of him.
I hailed a taxi, gave the driver five hundred dollars to take her back to the hotel, and then we smiled at each other
.
I leaned forward and gave her a polite hug. When my arms were around her body and her breasts were pressed
against my chest, I noticed that her body was trembling slightly.
"Goodbye," I said, "Be careful on the road."
"You too," she replied, then almost pushed me away and quickly got into the taxi.
I watched the taxi slowly disappear into the darkness.
"See you soon," I whispered, a smug smile on my face.
The phone rang after I got home on Saturday afternoon. I recognized
the caller ID as belonging to the hotel and answered with a smile.
"Hello?"
"Hello? It's me, Pei-ting." "
Oh, Pei-ting, how are you?" "
Well, I happen to be free tonight. Would you like to have dinner with me again?" "Oh,
let me see, I seem to have a few appointments tonight… oh well, whatever. What time are you free?" "
Seven o'clock is fine?"
"No problem, why don't you come to my house and I'll entertain you?"
"No!" she suddenly shrieked, as if startled. "Uh, I think I should be the one
entertaining you this time. Let's go to a restaurant."
Tch, I thought to myself, she just doesn't want to be alone with me. Sex is her greatest asset; she definitely doesn't
want to give it to me so soon.
"How's your place?" I suddenly changed the subject. "Did you sleep well last night? Did you
sleep soundly, Pei-ting?"
I waited, but she didn't answer, only the sound of her breathing.
"Pei-ting, if you can hear me, answer me."
"Yes." A very soft voice came from behind.
"When you wake up, you'll find yourself wanting to come to my house for dinner, so you'll definitely agree.
Count to five and wake up, one, two, three, four, five."
"Oh, don't do that," I said. "How about we go to my place?"
"Okay!" she said. "That's fine too, but next time it'll be my treat."
"No problem," I said happily. "I'll pick you up at seven."
At seven o'clock in the evening, I drove my BMW 3 to the hotel entrance. With my abilities, I could buy a more
expensive car, but this was the one I thought best balanced performance and luxury. I got out of the car and
looked at the hotel lobby.
Oh! I couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when I saw Pei-ting.
She was wearing a strapless black fitted dress, carrying a Chanel handbag, and wearing elegant high heels
. A silver necklace adorned her delicate neck like a curtain, further highlighting
the magnificence of her breasts below the neckline. She also wore silver diamond earrings and a well-matched bracelet, perfectly complementing her elegant
temperament and beauty.
As I opened the door for her and let her into the car, I could almost feel the men on the street
staring at me with anger.
"You're getting more and more beautiful," I said, gently kissing her cheek.
Then I returned to the driver's seat and drove smoothly towards my house, chatting casually as
if nothing had happened.
"Oh, that's wonderful," she exclaimed as we entered my private elevator.
"Thank you."
We had a wonderful dinner—and I'm not bragging, because I didn't cook it; I had a chef
prepare many dishes, and I only did the final touches after they left.
"You look so beautiful, you know, everything around you seems so insignificant," I
said honestly.
"Well, I thought you might want to go somewhere, so I dressed like this," she smiled.
Oh, I thought to myself, she still tries to avoid being alone with me.
Then I touched my nose.
"Pei-ting, we'll sit on that sofa for a while. During this time, you'll find yourself getting more and
more excited, realizing you need sexual comfort, and finding yourself uncontrollably wanting a man.
Images of you and me making love will flood your mind, but you'll feel frustrated because I haven't noticed
your desire at all. So you'll start seducing me, using every method to make me have sex with you."
"I'll play some popular pub dance music on the stereo. At that moment, you'll suddenly find yourself
wanting to strip for me. This is the only way you can express your needs, express your
desire for me. You'll become the sexiest stripper, but you won't immediately take off all your clothes. After I play three
songs, you'll take off everything except your accessories and high heels. As you dance,
you'll find your sexual desire growing stronger and stronger, so strong that you can't control it at all. After the third song
, you'll find yourself only able to follow your desires."
I removed my hand from my nose, and Pei-ting blinked in confusion.
Then I stood up and led her to the sofa. We continued chatting, but I noticed that Pei-ting was
becoming increasingly restless; her mind was clearly no longer on our conversation.
I pretended not to notice anything and waited for a while before picking up the stereo remote and pressing a button
.
A strong rhythm blared from the speakers.
Pei-ting's expression seemed to suddenly make up her mind. She put down her glass, abruptly stood up, and
then stood in front of me.
"Where are you going?" I asked deliberately.
"Don't talk," she whispered, then bent down, placed her hands on my knees, and gave me
a deep, long kiss. Then she stood up again and began to dance.
She closed her eyes, tossed her head back, and swayed her body to the music, her hands restlessly
caressing every corner of her body. Then she turned around, bringing her hips close to me, swaying seductively, before turning back again
, her eyes fixed on me. I initially wanted to gaze back at her, but ultimately I couldn't resist
the allure of her beautiful, seductive body.
I began to regret choosing such a long song; I didn't know if I could hold out until the end.
Pei-ting, dressed in her evening gown, danced sensually, in no way inferior to any professional stripper. Her
attention was completely focused on me, observing which movements attracted me most, and then continuing to try every possible way to seduce
me.
She knelt down in front of me, pushing her beautiful breasts together with her hands, then placed her hands down as well,
crawling towards me like a pet, her eyes fixed upwards on me. Then she pressed her breasts against my
knees, wriggling, before standing up again, spreading my legs apart with her feet, swaying her body in front of me.
When the second song started, Pei-ting reached behind her to unbutton her bra, letting it
slide to the floor and around her feet.
Oh my god, her breasts were even bigger than I remembered. I unconsciously reached out, but
she suddenly stepped back, standing in the center of the living room.
Every movement she made was seductive. I felt the power in my groin about to explode. Her hands
were stroking her stomach, pinching her nipples through her black bra, then she reached into
her panties, as if she couldn't wait to take them off.
When the third song started, Pei-ting straddled me, rubbing her full breasts against
my face.
Then she moved back slightly, still straddling me, her thighs pressing
against my already erect penis. She played with her lips with her fingers, looking at me lustfully,
and then began to unbutton the front of her bra.
When she took off her bra, two round and firm breasts popped out, revealing her 36C figure to
me. Her areolas were small, probably only the size of a coin, while her nipples were fully erect.
She grabbed my hand and began to twist her upper body, letting her nipples slap against my nose. I suddenly licked
her nipple. She panted, smiled, and then returned to the center of the living room to continue dancing.
She unbuckled her black belt, preparing to remove her garter belt.
A slight panic crossed her face when she realized she had to take off her shoes first. I gave her an "OK" sign, and she
took off her shoes, then her garter belt. She turned her back to me, bent over, and slowly pulled down her
panties. As she lifted her leg to remove them, her buttocks swayed naturally.
I stood up and, with trembling hands, took off my shirt. This song was fucking long!
Pei-ting knelt down again, one hand on her thigh, the other caressing her breasts.
I continued to remove my trousers. She seemed even more excited as she watched me remove my clothes, beginning to
moan softly.
The third song finally ended.
Pei-ting stopped what she was doing, stared at me, then suddenly jumped over and pounced on me, pinning me to the sofa. She hastily
pulled down my boxer shorts, and as my penis was exposed, she immediately and hungrily took it into her mouth,
sucking it with ecstatic pleasure and emitting wanton moans.
"Oh, God," she said during a brief pause, "I've never craved any man's penis
like I have yours."
"Oh, don't stop, keep going," I gasped, and she continued giving me oral sex.
Just as I was about to climax, I suddenly realized the real reason she was here: she was only after my money,
for my success, not for me.
"Stop," I said, lifting her head. She looked at me, her expression quite confused, her right hand still
gripping my penis.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Well, you know what I really like?" I said, "I want you to use your full breasts to sandwich
my penis and give me a blowjob. I told you that when we were dating."
A slight displeasure appeared on her face.
"I've always refused," she said, a little annoyed.
She truly was; as I've said, Pei-ting is a very independent woman. Even in bed, she
never wants to do anything that would lower her status.
Of course, the striptease just now had already crossed her line.
I frowned; of course, I wouldn't give up so easily.
Then I touched my nose.
"Pei-ting, you'll find that you've always longed to give me a blowjob. You've always refused me because you
couldn't believe your own desires, but now you've decided to be honest with yourself. You really want to give me a blowjob
, and when you do, you'll feel more and more excited." I lowered my hand.
"I think that was because I was too unrealistic when I was younger."
She moved forward slightly, licked her hands, then rubbed them on the inside of her breasts, then brought
the center of her breasts close to my almost ejaculated penis, slowly squeezing her chest with both hands
and sliding them up and down.
The feeling was incredible. I watched my glans appear and disappear in her cleavage. Pei-ting
lowered her head further, licking my glans as she moved down.
Soon after, I noticed her squeezing her breasts together more forcefully; I knew I was almost out of control.
"Look...at me..." I gasped, touching my nose.
"You want...me...to cum...on...your breasts..." I continued, still panting, "It will make you...
even more...excited..." I released her.
I yelled and ejaculated. Pei-ting immediately grasped my penis, aiming it at her breasts
, letting the warm white fluid hit her nipples. Then she looked at me languidly, smearing my
semen on her breasts with her hands, then pushing them with her hands and licking them with her tongue.
"This is incredible," she said. I nodded, feeling almost faint, then
touched my nose again.
"You want to sleep with me now, all you can think about is the pleasure of having sex with me, you know you have to
pursue your desire."
Pei-ting stood up, a stunningly beautiful woman, completely naked and wearing high heels. She took my hand and led
me to the room, then pushed me onto the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, and then she knelt down to give
me oral sex.
My penis quickly became erect again, and then she stood up, preparing to climb on top of me.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
She stopped, looking at me strangely.
"I want to be on top of you," she said.
"No," I said, "I want to come from behind you."
This time she was really angry.
"You know I don't like this," she said loudly, pushing me away and standing up, "That's too shameful
, I would never agree to that!"
Maybe, I thought to myself, touching my nose with my hand.
"Peiting, darling, you feel the same way about being fucked from behind and giving me a blowjob, but ten times
stronger. You've always longed to try this position; it's your deepest secret. You love
the feeling of being dominated and powerless, so you'll succumb to your desire and beg me to fuck you from behind, to completely
surrender yourself to me. From today onward, you'll gladly accept any request I make without any questions
or objections."
My hand left my nose.
Peiting looked a little confused and uneasy.
"Ziyang, can I tell you the truth?" she said.
"Of course, go ahead," I said.
"Actually, I've always fantasized about you fucking me from behind. I've never told anyone, but I hope
you can help me. Are you willing?"
"Willing what?"
She seemed quite embarrassed, holding back tears.
"Are you willing... to fuck me from behind?"
"No, unless you beg me more sincerely."
She stood there looking at me first, then climbed onto the bed, kneeling on her elbows and knees, her buttocks facing
me.
"Please fuck me," she whispered.
"You have to say, 'Please fuck me from behind,'" I said.
"Please fuck me from behind, Ziyang," her voice was still very low, "Please, I want your
cock, please put it inside me, please."
"Okay, that's enough." I knelt behind her.
I looked down at her firm, round buttocks, rubbing my penis against the outside of her hot, wet pussy
before slowly inserting it.
Peiting gasped and cried out, her hands unconsciously gripping the blanket. I held her buttocks with my hands and
kept thrusting, feeling her warm vagina enveloping me.
Her whole body began to tremble; I thought she was close to orgasm, and I was close to my limit too.
I thrust into her harder and harder, penetrating deeper and deeper into her vagina with each stroke, slamming my hips against her.
I noticed she was covered in sweat, screaming with each thrust, "Oh! Keep going! It's so good!
Don't stop!" Eventually, I couldn't understand what she was saying anymore, only that she was moaning loudly with excitement
, enjoying the pleasure of being fucked.
She was completely unaware of the hidden cameras I had placed in the living room and bedroom.
She seemed to have already reached orgasm, but it was getting more and more intense, uncontrollable. Then she
gripped her violently shaking breasts tightly with her hands.
I couldn't hold back any longer, and I ejaculated with all my energy, feeling
twice as much as before.
Pei-ting felt my semen enter her body, screamed, and released all her climax.
I thought this was my limit, but I found myself getting erect again very quickly, and I even ejaculated again
.
Finally, we both collapsed on the bed, exhausted.
"I didn't know... you were... so amazing..." she said, looking at me with admiration.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Normally you should be fast asleep by now, Pei-ting."
She immediately closed her eyes, all strength draining from her body. I smiled at her.
"Alright," I whispered, "I have more orders for you, Pei-ting..."
(The End)

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