Fantasy Becomes Reality, Volumes 1-15 (Hypnotic Novel, Long Story)

On the day I graduated from university, I was unemployed.

"That's normal," I thought to myself with a touch of self-deprecation. China has no shortage of people who deal with the numbers 0 and 1 all day. To
exaggerate a bit, even if the Buddha's palm were filled with the magically powerful Sun Wukong, he would
still perfectly at ease. But
if you replaced all those Sun Wukongs with computer science graduates, the Buddha's delicate hand would only be broken. In terms of quantity, I was already at a disadvantage; in terms of
quality I was utterly defeated. My close friends from university were all
fanatics who wouldn't sleep until they'd written a Windows system every day. As for me, although I wasn't unintelligent, besides occasionally dabbling in photography and
editing and combining numerous prank videos for some adult websites, I secretly used online resources to create
hypnotic short films and hypnotic Flash games to satisfy my unfulfilled desires. Therefore,
I wasn't saddened by my unemployment at all. What truly pierced my soul was something else.

On the day I graduated from university, I was heartbroken.

Wenting was a good girl, gentle, virtuous, and understanding. Whenever I was down, her sweet
smile always rekindled my hope. I thanked God more than once for
sending this perfect girl, this goddess with warm, gentle eyes, to my side. The three years I spent with her are
unforgettable. Whenever I secretly watched hypnotic movies under the covers, the heroine's unfocused
eyes would become Wenting's amorous pupils, and I would become the hypnotist, conquering
her with a beast-like gaze until she was completely naked. But after the climax, I would always feel deep remorse,
remorse for my sordid desires that had tainted the perfect Wenting. I don't know hypnosis, and I don't believe
hypnotic control truly exists. Those fantasies of "master" and "sex slave" are locked deep within the dark
corners , and that lock is called "conscience." Only in the dead of night, only
when my desires and pain intertwine and tear me apart, will I quietly remove the mask of so-called "conscience" and immerse myself in
the raging torrent of hypnotic fantasies.

Wenting, of course, doesn't know my inner secret; she only sees me as a sexually normal little brother. Several
times after our lovemaking, she would hug my neck, her face flushed, and ask shyly, "Wenjing, do you... have
any special fantasies?"

"Special fantasies?"

Her face turned even redder, her sweet smile intoxicating. "Like... you might want me to dress up as a nurse
... or..." She playfully punched my chest with her small fist, "Oh, come on... I just wanted to make you
happy... do I have to spell it out?"

My heart suddenly raced, even faster than during my orgasm. Wenting is so adorable! I
almost couldn't resist telling her about my hypnotic fantasy, but the words caught in my throat. I didn't know
if Wenting would accept such a wicked fantasy, and I was afraid I would lose her. "My biggest fantasy
is you," I said sweetly, gently stroking her delicate nose.

Wenting's large eyes sparkled. "Silly boy..." she whispered, then nestled in my
arms off to sleep contentedly.

Fate played a cruel trick; the passion faded, and three years later, Wenting and I were like strangers. "Wenjing, let's break up
." After our graduation dinner, Wenting pulled me aside, remained silent for a long time, and then mustered her courage to say it.

I didn't say anything, because I knew no words could reconnect our distant hearts.
About a month ago, a friend called me, saying she'd seen Wenting dating another man
. I didn't believe it at first, but the various rumors that followed and Wenting's own behavior forced me
to accept it; she had betrayed me.

"Don't you want to ask why?" Wenting asked softly when she saw I hadn't spoken for a long time.

I looked at her painfully, at the perfect goddess who had once belonged only to me, and asked softly, "Is it because of him
?"

Wenting paused for a moment, then seemed to understand something. She said with unusual firmness, as if she had become a different person
, "Yes, it's because of him! He's not as smart as you, he's not as talented as you, but he's ambitious! He knows how to achieve his dreams
step by step ! And you? Do you have any dreams? For three years, apart from meeting me,
have you ever left your dorm room? Have you ever done anything down-to-earth?" She became more and more agitated as she spoke, "Wenjing!
We're not children anymore, we have to face reality! You have no dreams, you only have fantasies, and you've
never talked to me about them! I don't know what your fantasies are, but I have to tell you, fantasies can't reflect reality
! I need someone who knows how to face reality by my side, but unfortunately that person isn't you."

I was speechless, because what she said made sense. Wenting said I was smart, so I might as well be smart to the end.
A smart man wouldn't kneel on the ground begging his girlfriend to change her mind.

Seeing that I remained silent, Wenting's expression grew increasingly disappointed. She forced a bitter smile and turned to leave.

That sorrowful smile gradually overlapped with the sweet smile I remembered, and I suddenly felt a pang of heartache. I
reached , involuntarily wanting to grab her shoulder. But I quickly regained my composure and slowly
withdrew my hand.

Wenting heard the movement behind her and turned around. I vaguely saw a flicker of expectation on her face.

"Could you... stay with me one more night?" After a long silence, I quietly asked.

Wenting's face turned deathly pale. She gently shook her head and left without a second thought.

At that moment, I was consumed by a raging fire of jealousy. I vowed to make this unfaithful woman taste the most vicious revenge
imaginable !
Second,

my hatred for Wenting didn't help me find a job. After nearly two months of living off my parents, I
realized I'd used enough printing paper to extend the Great Wall another 100 meters. Even so, my
resumes kept disappearing into the void, and my few interviews ended in disastrous failure. As Wenting had said
, I was still drifting aimlessly in the vast sea of people, living each day in a daze. With no hope of landing
a job at a large IT company, I started targeting small companies and departments that had absolutely nothing to do with me, even a
psychological clinic called "Suiyuan." What I didn't know was that this clinic was about to change my
life .
This change began when I received the interview invitation. I was already severely "job-hunting" at that point.
Without giving a second thought, and without considering that the work at the psychological clinic had nothing to do with my profession, I stormed
over .
"Suiyuan" was a private psychological treatment center located in the suburbs of the city, sparsely populated, even
desolate. Actually, "desolate" wouldn't be an exaggeration, because the clinic
itself was a luxurious villa, surrounded by excellent greenery, lush and verdant, teeming with life. I
thought that even if people seeking treatment didn't go in, their illness would naturally improve significantly.
I walked straight into the villa, and Ms. Wang, who was in charge of reception, greeted me with a warm smile and asked me to wait a moment. Her smile
was gentle, somewhat resembling Wenting's.
Thinking of Wenting, my heart ached.
"Yarong, let him in." A deep baritone voice came from the receiver, and I was surprised that I
seemed to have heard it somewhere before.
The woman named Wang Yarong responded, smiled slightly at me, and then gently took my hand, leading
me deeper into the corridor.
Her hand was soft and boneless, her skin delicate and smooth, instantly calming me down. For a moment, I even
hallucinated, as if it were Wenting holding my hand.
Wenting! Why do I keep thinking about that heartless vixen!
"Dr. Xiao, the applicant has arrived." Ya Rong pushed open a cherry wood door and said elegantly.
"Okay, thank you." The baritone voice sounded again.
Ya Rong gestured for me to enter, smiled faintly at me, and then closed the door and left.
I swallowed hard, and for no reason, I thought of Wenting for the third time. I calmed myself down and looked around.
I found that Dr. Xiao's office was really grand. One wall was filled with thick thread-bound books,
and on the opposite wall hung a dynamic landscape painting. In the center of the room, there were gold-inlaid classical sofas.
After marveling, I focused my gaze on the man in front of me who was buried in a book.
"Wenjing, are you still thinking about Wenting?" The man slowly raised his head, and his hawk-like eyes instantly captured me.
"Mr. Xiao!! How could it be you?!" I exclaimed as soon as I saw him. This man was
Xiao Jun, whom I grew up with. We were in the same class in elementary and middle school, and in college, he was the bunkmate and I was the bunkmate. He
majored in psychology, but he was exceptionally gifted and skipped two grades, graduating two years before me. After that, he changed
his address and phone number, almost completely cutting himself off from his old life. No wonder his voice sounded
so familiar.
Xiao Jun laughed heartily, "What? Two years? You don't recognize me?"
"How could I! I'd recognize you even if you had a sex change!" I teased him. "What are you doing here
?"
He dropped his grin and said sadly, "This is the clinic my dad left behind."
I apologized to him. Xiao Jun's father was a renowned psychologist, but he
and his mother died in a plane crash when Xiao Jun graduated. It seems Xiao Jun followed in his father's footsteps, running the "Wishful Thinking" clinic
.
"Have you met my fiancée?" Xiao Jun pointed to the door. "What do you think of her?"
"You mean Ya Rong?" I was quite surprised. "Such a beautiful and virtuous woman, how did you manage to snag her?
"
Xiao Jun laughed heartily. Although we hadn't seen each other for two years, I could tell he hadn't changed much. "There
's a secret here." After laughing, he looked at me mysteriously.
"A secret? What secret?"
"I can't tell you now. Whether you find out or not depends entirely on the outcome of today's interview."
My heart sank; I suddenly remembered I was there for an interview.
Xiao Jun straightened his tie, his expression turning serious. "Ready?" he asked.
I nodded, indicating he could begin.
“Okay.” Xiao Jun looked at my resume for a while, then asked, “First question: Do you
admit to having expertise in photography and audio/video processing?”
“Yes, I have practical experience in this area.”
“Very good. Second question: Does your practical experience refer to analyzing sound source frequencies and re-creating them
, as well as splicing video files and designing and writing sophisticated Flash programs? In other words, given a
person's voice sample, you can perfectly imitate that person's voice using a computer?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Third question: What exactly does your practical experience involve?”
I started sweating. Even with Xiao Jun, my childhood friend, I was too embarrassed to tell
him that my practical experience involved producing hypnotic fetish films. “This…this is hard to disclose…” I
stammered.
“Hard to disclose means you’re embarrassed to let others know your sexual interests?”
I was startled; for a moment, I felt like I was being slaughtered.
Xiao Jun shook his head and sighed, “Wenjing, Wenjing, how can you be so spineless?”
My face turned ashen, and my shirt was soaked with cold sweat. "I...I...I didn't..."
Xiao Jun smiled bitterly, "Oh dear, look at you. I didn't say you had a hypnotic fetish
and were pathetic ."
I involuntarily let out an "Ah."
"I meant you can't face yourself, that's pathetic."
I looked at him helplessly.
"Wenjing, we're brothers, and I studied psychology. Do you think I didn't notice you liked
hypnotic fetishes?"
"You...you've always known?"
"I knew since we watched cartoons together when we were kids. Back then, whenever there was a scene where a female
hero 'd change the channel. That's called trying to cover it up."
"So you..."
Xiao Jun interrupted me before I could finish, "But you've never faced this fetish, have
you ? You've always thought it was something shameful, haven't you?"
I was speechless.
“Wenjing, hypnotic fetishism is a normal sexual fetish. There are countless people in this society who are into
it.”
“Really?” I gradually calmed down, my thoughts clearing. “Many people are like me?”
“That’s right.” Xiao Jun said seriously. “There’s one right in front of you.”
“You?”
“Yes, me.”
"How is this possible?"
"Why is it impossible?" Xiao Jun retorted. "I've always been fascinated by mind control, and most
importantly , I can face it squarely."
"Face it squarely? How?"
Xiao Jun didn't answer me, but instead looked meaningfully at the door, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
I suddenly felt a jolt. Outside the door? Ya Rong? Xiao Jun? A psychologist? Hypnosis? Could it be…?
Xiao Jun looked at my expression with satisfaction: "You've always been smarter than me since we were little. Looks like you're not bad now either."
He pressed the intercom button and commanded in a low voice, "Ya Rong, come in."
"Yes…" Ya Rong's charming voice rang out, filled with boundless obedience. I felt
a jolt of electricity strike my lower body. This was the exciting, alluring voice I had searched for in countless hypnosis videos
!
Ya Rong slowly walked in, her face still bearing the captivating smile of Elva Hsiao, alluring yet
dignified .
"Rongrong, what am I to you?" Xiao Jun asked teasingly.
"Dr. Xiao!" Ya Rong scolded, glancing at me as if to say, "Don't act like this in front of outsiders. "
Xiao Jun smiled, "It's alright, Wen Jing is my brother, he's not an outsider. So, who am I?
"
Upon hearing I wasn't an outsider, Ya Rong immediately adopted a coquettish, domineering wife's face: "Nonsense, you
're my husband!"
"Anything else?"
"Hmm...the person who loves me the most."
"Anything else?"
"Anything else? That's all."
Xiao Jun stood up, his eyes suddenly gleaming. Ya Rong was about to say something when her gaze inadvertently
met Xiao Jun's, but time seemed to stand still. Her cherry lips parted slightly, unable to speak. She stared blankly into Xiao Jun
's eyes, her once lively face gradually relaxing, her gaze slowly becoming unfocused, as if she had lost her focus.
Xiao Jun raised his right hand, bringing his index finger and thumb together and waving them back and forth in front of Ya Rong's eyes, then clearly snapped his fingers.
Ya Rong's already unfocused eyes became even more unfocused, her eyelids slowly drooping, her beautiful eyes slightly open, as if a mist were
before her .
I swallowed hard, feeling as if I were being hypnotized. I pinched my arm hard to make sure
I wasn't dreaming. But the sight of Ya Rong, with her doll-like half-closed eyes, delicate face, slightly parted
lips, and hazy pupils, was still unbelievable.
"Ya Rong, what am I to you?" Xiao Jun asked in a low, almost whispered voice.
Ya Rong weakly opened her cherry-like mouth and answered obediently, "You are...my...master.
"
I felt like my lower body was about to explode. Could there really be such a wonderful thing in the world?
"Good girl," Xiao Jun chuckled, stroking Ya Rong's hair. "So what will you do?"
"I...will...obey..." Ya Rong answered hollowly.
"That's right, you must be absolutely obedient." Xiao Jun sat back in his boss's chair, patted his thigh, and said, "
Come, Ya Rong, sit on your master's lap."
"Yes...master..." Ya Rong gently sat on Xiao Jun's lap.
"Good girl, Ya Rong, sleep soundly." Xiao Jun cupped Ya Rong's forehead with his hand and gently rocked her. Ya
Rong gradually closed her eyes, her previously upright body slumping down like a lump of mud. She rested her head on Xiao Jun's
shoulder, her expression peaceful, like a sleeping baby.
Xiao Jun lovingly stroked Ya Rong, then looked up at me, his gaze full of meaning. "How was it?" he
asked.
I have to admit this was the most exciting interview I'd ever seen, but I still couldn't quite believe it
. I instinctively stood up, reaching out to pinch Ya Rong to see if she was acting. Xiao Jun slapped my
hand away, laughing, "You lecher, don't touch my wife."
I withdrew my hand and smiled wryly, "Xiao Jun, you haven't switched careers to become an actor, have you?"
Xiao Jun glanced at the sleeping Ya Rong, then snapped his fingers. Ya Rong slowly opened her eyes
, stretching contentedly. "You made me fall asleep again?" she scolded in a sweet voice. Xiao Jun kissed her eyebrow
and said apologetically, "I'll apologize to you later tonight. You can go out now, I need to talk to Wenjing for a while."
After Ya Rong left, Xiao Jun asked me, "Do you think I was acting?"
"You wouldn't joke like that." I told him, "It's just that my fantasy suddenly became reality, and
I really can't accept it. Can you really hypnotize and control someone?"
Xiao Jun shrugged: "It depends on your hypnotic skills and experience. As long as the program is correct and you have
enough patience, you can change a person however you want."
"Then..." I suddenly mustered up my courage and asked, "Can you teach me?"
"Don't even think about it!" He seemed to have expected me to ask this, and flatly denied it.
"Why? Aren't we brothers?"
"It's precisely because we're brothers that I won't teach you. You think hypnosis is easy? Let me tell you
, successful, perfect hypnosis is no simpler than creating a Warcraft world. You can learn ordinary hypnosis anywhere
, but just like practicing kung fu, you won't make progress without hard work and time, let alone advanced
hypnosis. You might end up hurting both you and your subject. My father has dedicated his life to studying advanced hypnosis
, and I only dared to open this business at such a young age because of his unique methods. Otherwise,
hmph , I would have had my license revoked long ago."
I was disheartened; it seemed Xiao Jun definitely wouldn't teach me. "So your job is to be a professional hypnotist
?" I asked listlessly.
“That’s just my public profession.”
“Public profession?” I became interested. “So you have a dual identity.”
“That’s right.” Xiao Jun said seriously, “I’m the owner of ‘Wish’ club.”
“’Wish’ club, what does that have to do with your clinic?”
“Actually, this clinic supplies the club with its clients.”
“Supplies?” I thought of many mind control novels, so I said half-jokingly, “Don’t
tell me your clients are ‘sex slaves’.”
“’Sex slaves’? Although it means the same thing, we have other names for them.”
“You… don’t joke with me.”
“Joking? You saw Ya Rong’s expression just now.”
I jumped up from the sofa: "Hypnotic sex slaves really exist?!"
"Why not?" Xiao Jun said lazily. "Fantasy and reality are sometimes indistinguishable." He
pointed to the city map behind him. "In such a large city with tens of millions of people,
the number of people obsessed with mind control fantasies is beyond your imagination. But the vast majority of those obsessed are like you, unable to face their
fantasies . The reason is simple: they have no way to realize them in reality. As for me, I sell
fantasies. I give people with the same fetishes as me the opportunity to sell, to sell a platform, to bring their fantasies into
reality . Customers are satisfied, I make money—isn't that reasonable?"
"And what about those 'sex slaves'? Aren't they victims?"
A hint of hesitation and sadness flashed in Xiao Jun's eyes, but he immediately retorted with confidence, "
Them ? They're not necessarily any good! I forgot to tell you, my clinic
has a good reputation among white-collar workers and the so-called 'upper class,' so many of the people who come to me for hypnotherapy are
socialites, heiresses, or gigolos. They're either too ruthless in their harm and want some relief,
or letting them be sex slaves is a way of accumulating some good karma for them.
Besides, my club doesn't accept clients with STDs, so those sex slaves will at most have
another night of revelry and won't remember anything the next day.
Isn't such a perfect one-night stand good?"
I wanted to refute Xiao Jun out of conscience, but something I had fantasized about for years had suddenly become
a reality . Is there anything more thrilling than being able to control hypnotized beauties at will? My desires gradually
overwhelmed my conscience, and my burgeoning curiosity compelled me to change my mind: "So what is my job?"
Xiao Jun smiled: "I knew you'd be interested. Actually, there was no need for an interview, because
I knew only you could do this job well."
"What exactly is it?" I asked expectantly.
Xiao Jun sighed again: "That's the key. Because this job requires absolute secrecy, your
appointment was ruined because the news leaked."
"Ruined?"
"Oh, that means I used hypnosis to make him forget everything here, and then fired him."
Just then, Ya Rong came in to announce: "Dr. Xiao, Miss Rui Ying is already in the waiting room, and
Boss arrive in an hour and a half."
Xiao Jun said "Oh," and then pulled me out: "A dry explanation is too uncomfortable
. Now that the 'goods' have arrived, the recipient will be here in a while. You can watch the live demonstration, and then
it will be easier to explain the job content to you."
I was pulled out by Xiao Jun against my will. Although I didn't know what was happening, I instinctively
had a premonition that what I had been longing for was about to become a reality!
III.

Xiao Jun dragged me, somewhat bewildered, into a room that resembled a recording studio. The room contained
several monitors, a computer, and standard recording equipment. But the most striking feature was a large pane of glass on the wall,
through which we could see into the adjacent treatment room. A petite and charming young woman sat gracefully in a treatment chair, her white
fleece dress making her skin appear even whiter. The girl occasionally swung her legs, looking around, before finally turning her
delicate features toward us.
"Don't worry, she can't see us," Xiao Jun patted my shoulder and said. "It's a one-way mirror; in the treatment
room, it's just an ordinary mirror."
Sure enough, the girl in white was looking at us while combing her cute curly hair, clearly admiring herself in the mirror
.
"She's just a 'goods'," Xiao Jun continued. "'Goods' means sex slave. And
I think it's self-explanatory what Boss Qian is here to collect the goods for."
I nodded, but my eyes remained fixed on the girl in white. Seeing such a lovely girl about to be
hypnotized into a sex slave, my initial reaction was pity. But then, an endless lust washed away the pity, my
eyes began to blaze, and my lower body instinctively pitched a tent.
Xiao Jun noticed my pity and said indifferently, "Don't let her innocent appearance fool you, she's no
longer a virgin. She's 19 this year, the second daughter of Director Zhang, and has dated almost two dozen boys
. Two of them even jumped off a building for her, one dead and one crippled."
I gasped, not expecting the girl's record to be so "glorious.
" "Alright, let's get to work." Xiao Jun turned on the computer and recording equipment and walked to the next room. "
One of your jobs from now on is to manage these recording devices. Recordings must be made after each hypnosis session begins; that's the rule.
"
After saying that, he had already changed into a white coat and went into the treatment room, leaving me alone in the next room to "
observe ." I simply sat down and comfortably enjoyed the show.
Xiao Jun exchanged a few pleasantries with the girl in white, Rui Ying, with a faint smile. I had to admire Xiao Jun; his professional
smile was truly captivating. Rui Ying blushed instantly at just a slight smile from him, like a concubine intoxicated by wine. I
thought to myself, "Finally, I've witnessed what a 'drunken smile' truly is." I figured if Rui Ying looked at him a little longer,
she'd be automatically intoxicated without any hypnosis from Xiao Jun.
"Rui Ying, how are you feeling today?" Xiao Jun's voice suddenly exploded with an astonishing magnetic force, almost stealing my
attention , let alone Rui Ying, who was already seven-tenths "intoxicated."
Sure enough, Rui Ying's soul seemed to have been sucked away by Xiao Jun, and she murmured dreamily, "No...
not good."
"What's wrong?" Xiao Jun asked gently. "Come, lie down slowly, let's think of
a solution ."
"Okay...okay..." Rui Ying obediently lay down like a kitten, but her gaze remained fixed on Xiao Jun's
face.
Xiao Jun gently stroked Rui Ying's beautiful face: "Come, tell me, what's bothering you
?"
"I...I dreamt of Ah Ren jumping off the building again."
"What did he say?"
"He...he didn't say anything."
"Where are you?"
"I'm on the roof." Rui Ying suddenly grabbed Xiao Jun's hand, her voice trembling, "Dr. Xiao, I'm so scared...
"
Xiao Jun didn't pull his hand away, but instead gently held Rui Ying's delicate hand in his other large hand: "Don't..."
" Don't be afraid, I'll stay with you."
"Dr. Xiao, I...I'm so tired."
"If you're tired, don't think too much about it." Xiao Jun whispered in Rui Ying's ear, "With me here, you don't need to be afraid.
"
"Mmm...I'm not afraid..."
"Come on, listen to me, close your eyes."
Rui Ying obediently closed her beautiful eyes.
"Relax your whole body." Xiao Jun's voice was weak, like a whisper, "Relax your toes...relax your legs
...relax your hips..."
Xiao Jun patiently guided Rui Ying. Perhaps because he had hypnotized Rui Ying before, he immediately used
his charm to win the girl's irresistible trust, and then made her feel "so tired," all of which
paved the way for Rui Ying to quickly enter a light hypnotic state. Sure enough, Rui Ying's raised hand
relaxed , and a serene smile appeared on her face.
"Rui Ying, you can only hear what I say now." "Xiao Jun was clearly about to begin deep hypnosis induction.
"Hmm..." A soft, sweet moan escaped from Rui Ying's adorable nostrils.
I felt a buzzing in my head. The captivating murmurs of a hypnotized girl—it was truly
an exquisite pleasure!
"Rui Ying, you are now lying on a comfortable recliner," Xiao Jun continued to induce.
"Comfortable... recliner..."
"It's really comfortable, isn't it?"
"Yes..."
"Very good, now the recliner is slowly descending. With each level you descend, you feel more and more comfortable." "
More and more... comfortable..."
"Now the recliner has descended one level, and you feel extremely comfortable."
"Yes..."
"Slowly, slowly, it has descended another level, and you feel even more comfortable."
"Yes..."
After patiently inducing Rui Ying to descend ten levels, Xiao Jun suddenly switched to a cold tone: "Now you
have descended to the bottom of the earth. You are surrounded by darkness."
Rui Ying's eyebrows furrowed slightly: "...Dark... darkness..."
"You are surrounded by nothingness." “
Void…nothingness…”
“Yes, nothingness, nothingness, nothing but my voice.”
“I…I’m so scared…”
“True nothingness is devouring you. You can’t feel your own existence.”
“I…I…” Rui Ying’s face was contorted with pain as she shook her head repeatedly.
“You are about to be completely devoured, by true nothingness!”
“No…no…I…who will help…” Rui Ying struggled to raise her hands, like a drowning
ghost grasping at a straw.
“No one can save you.” Xiao Jun deliberately amplified Rui Ying’s despair.
“No…save me…save me…”
“Do you yearn to be saved?”
“I…save me…”
“How will you repay the person who saved you?”
“I…don’t know…”
“The person who saved you is your master, you must obey him completely.”
“Master…obey…”
“Yes, you must obey your master.”
“Obey…”
“Who is the person who saved you?” “
…Master…I…obey…”
Xiao Jun smiled with satisfaction. He grabbed Rui Ying’s flailing hands and whispered, “Sleep, Rui
Ying, sleep soundly. With me here, no one will hurt you.”
Rui Ying’s body trembled, then completely relaxed, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Rui Ying, I saved you.”
“You…saved…me.”
“Who am I?”
“You are…Master…”
“Very good, how will you repay your master?” “
I…want…to obey…”
Seeing this, my lower body was already swollen to its limit. This wonderful thing was actually happening right in
front of me; how could I control myself? But just as I impatiently unzipped my pants, Xiao Jun suddenly turned
his head to look in my direction, smiling wickedly, shaking his head and making a gesture of not rushing. I was startled
, my fever subsided, and I had no choice but to sit down again and desperately endure it.
Xiao Jun spent some time doing the standard treatment, nothing more than regression hypnosis, to help Rui Ying face her
relationship with A Ren. After that, he took out a medical record folder, looking at it while smiling disdainfully.
I pressed my face against the glass, trying my best to see the medical record folder, but even with my good eyesight, I could only make out the first three large characters, “ Qian Ziqiang.” “Qian Ziqiang?” I muttered to myself, “Could it be that ‘ Boss Qian’ who
received the goods ?” 　　Xiao Jun closed the medical record folder, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself, seemingly organizing his thoughts. After a moment, he confidently opened his eyes, leaned over, and said to the hypnotically sleeping Rui Ying, "Rui Ying, listen to your master."
" 　　Yes..." Rui Ying obediently replied. 　　"You are watching TV now." 　　"I... am watching TV..." 　　"You are watching anime. You are watching 'Sailor Moon'." 　　"Sailor... Moon..." 　　"You like watching it, don't you?" 　　"I like it..." 　　"The anime is very good, Sailor Moon is so beautiful, isn't it?" 　　"Yes..." 　　"You also want to be as beautiful as Sailor Moon, don't you?" 　　"Yes..." 　　"You want to become Sailor Moon." 　　"I want to become... Sailor... Moon..." 　　"Focus on the screen, focus on watching. Your whole body begins to become lighter... You slowly become a cloud of mist ... so light... so comfortable..." 　　"Hmm..." 　　"You have become a cloud of mist, you are gradually being sucked into the screen." 　　"Sucked into... the screen..." 　　"Very good." "Rui Ying, you're on the screen now, and you find yourself wearing a beautiful sailor uniform ." 　　"Yes..." Rui Ying's face showed a look of ecstasy.

"You've entered the animation. You are now Sailor Moon."
"Sailor... Moon..."
"Tell me, who are you?"
"I am... Sailor Moon..."
Xiao Jun's eyes gleamed with satisfaction: "Very good, Sailor Moon. Who am I?"
"You are... Master..."
"You will do anything for Master."
"I... will do anything for Master..."
"Yes, Sailor Moon. Master now wants you to do something."
"I... will do it..."
"If you do it well, Master will be very happy. Master will make you more comfortable."
"I... will do it..."
"Very good, Sailor Moon, now listen. You've been captured by bad guys, and when you wake up, you
find yourself tied to a chair."
"Bad guys... tied up..."
"That bad guy is very bad. He will torture you to make you tell him the whereabouts of your companions. But you won't tell him.
"
"I... won't tell..."
"You will resist desperately."
"Resist desperately..."
"Then the bad guy will put a metal headband on you."
"Headband..."
"There's an electric current in the headband. You'll be very uncomfortable, and you'll struggle desperately."
Rui Ying frowned in pain.
"When you can't bear it anymore, you'll fall asleep and relax completely."
"Relax..."
"When the bad guy tells you 'wake up,' you'll open your eyes."
"Wake up..."
"You'll feel that person is your master's friend."
"Master... friend..."
"Your master's friend is also your master. What will you do?"
"I... will... obey..."
"Yes, his orders are your master's orders, and you must absolutely obey."
"Absolutely... obey..."
"That's a good girl, Sailor Moon." Xiao Jun chuckled. He repeated the program to Rui Ying
again, and after confirming that she had fully accepted the instructions, Xiao Jun pressed the doorbell: "Ya Rong, take Rui Ying to change into
her uniform, and then take her to her room to prepare."
"Yes, Dr. Xiao." Ya Rong replied sweetly.
“Sailor Moon,” Xiao Jun said to Rui Ying, “When I count to three, you will open your eyes. But
you will still be in a hypnotic state, and you will feel very comfortable.”
“Yes…”
“You will follow Miss Wang. She will ask you to change your clothes. You must obey her.”
“Yes…”
“Miss Wang will tie you up. When the bad guys come in, you will wake up, but you will faithfully
complete the task your master just gave you. Do you understand?”
“Understood…”
“Very good, Sailor Moon. Now listen carefully to what I say, 1, 2, 3!”
Xiao Jun clapped his hands near Rui Ying’s ear. Rui Ying slowly opened her beautiful eyes, but they were devoid of any
light .
“Dr. Xiao…” Ya Rong pushed open the door and walked in.
“Take her to change into her uniform,” Xiao Jun said weakly. “By the way, she is now Sailor Moon.”
Ya Rong smiled faintly and took Rui Ying’s pink hand: “Come on, Miss Sailor Moon.”
Rui Ying stood up expressionlessly and mechanically followed Ya Rong out of the treatment room.
IV.

Xiao Jun came to my side with a tired expression, threw the medical record folder on the table, and then slumped into
his chair. “You think hypnotizing someone is easy?” he asked me, glancing sideways.

“Novels and movies at least are,” I answered honestly.

Xiao Jun sneered, “No movie would spend almost an hour and a half recreating a hypnosis session.
I’ve hypnotized Rui Ying five times, and the previous times took even longer, otherwise I wouldn’t have achieved today’s
effect.”

I handed him a pack of tissues so he could wipe the sweat from his brow.

“Now you know why I don’t want to teach you hypnosis, right? Hypnosis is actually a battle of wits. You have to use your mind
to overwhelm the other person, making them absolutely trust and depend on you. You also have to find
the gaps in their subconscious in a short time, quickly organize your words, and use logic that the object can understand to induce them. Just
like when you write a program.”

“Programming?”

“Yes, human thinking can also be ‘programmed.’ There are many ‘programming’ (re-
programming) experts and organizations overseas. The most famous is probably the Illuminati.”

“The Illuminati?” I seemed to have heard that name somewhere before.

“Actually, back in World War II, Nazi Germany used ‘programming’ technology to manipulate the masses. During
the Cultural Revolution , most of the youth in mainland China were collectively ‘programmed.’ Even now, the FBI
and IA in the US, and the KGB in the former Soviet Union, all have secret agencies that implement and research mind
control .”

“That’s just a rumor…”

“A rumor?” Xiao Jun twisted his neck. “After seeing today’s live hypnosis, you still think it’s just
a rumor?”

I smiled awkwardly and picked up the case file to read. This hardly qualifies as a case file; it’s
just an extremely clumsy hypnotic fantasy. The content is nothing more than an evil villain
brainwashing Sailor Moon and then having sex with him.

“Now you know why I was laughing so helplessly just now, right?” Xiao Jun said.

"What's this?"

"It's a script," Xiao Jun said, arms crossed. "It's basically the client's hypnotic
fantasies. I write hypnotic suggestions for the 'goods' based on this script, and the 'recipient' will come at
the appointed time to 'pick up the goods' and satisfy their lust."

My penis started to stir again. I was eager to see how Boss Qian brainwashed
Sailor Moon. "You'll be able to enjoy it soon, although it might not be as exciting as you imagine," Xiao Jun said quietly,

as if he could read my mind.

I nodded, not at all surprised that he could see through my desires.

"By the way," Xiao Jun said, "your second task is to rewrite the recording from earlier."

"Rewrite the audio?"

"Yes, 'formal' hypnotherapy clinics like mine provide recordings of hypnosis sessions for
patients to review later. Actually, the main purpose is to prevent so-called 'hypnotic rape.'"

I smiled knowingly; I quite enjoyed this kind of subject matter. "Today's recording, along with the previous ones, will be compressed onto a disc and given to Ruiying

at the end of the treatment ," Xiao Jun said. "Your task is to use your skills to extract Ruiying's voice and then re-record it according to the script I provide. This way, the disc recording will appear as a very ordinary and professional hypnotherapy session, and the 'hypnotic enslavement' part will only remain in the memories of you, me, Ya Rong, and that Boss Qian ." 　　"That's very safe," I questioned, "but aren't you afraid the clients will leak the word?" 　　"Hmph, my clients are all people of some status, almost scattered across all sectors of this city. They won't be stupid enough to brag to others; after all, these people understand that words are less important than status. Besides ..." Xiao Jun stared at me mischievously, "Your third task is to ensure they shut up." 　　"What's that?" 　　Xiao Jun pressed the remote control, and a monitor on the table lit up. In the image, Ruiying, dressed in a sailor uniform , sat in a strange chair, staring blankly ahead. Her arms rested flat on the armrests, her wrists secured in metal hoops, her legs together, and matte black and gold collars around her ankles. The entire chair flickered with pulsating red and green lights, resembling a brainwashing chair from a science fiction movie. 　　"We nominally provide video services to our clients, recording their unforgettable experience. Some clients even request that the background in the video be changed to their liking. Your job is to modify these videos according to their requests, which is certainly not difficult for you. However, in reality, this is video evidence we deliberately leave behind. If any client tries to retaliate in the future, we have the means to fight back." 　　"You're really wicked," I said half-jokingly. 　　Xiao Jun didn't laugh, but instead said with a worldly air, "We live in reality, so it's better ." 　　Just then, the doorbell rang. "Dr. Xiao, Mr. Qian Ziqiang has arrived." 　　"Thank you for your hard work, Ya Rong. Please have him come to the treatment room." 　　Xiao Jun straightened his hair and changed into a solemn doctor's attire. He went next door and warmly shook hands with a young man wearing frameless glasses, who looked quite refined. 　　"Mr. Qian is truly an outstanding person. You've become incredibly wealthy at such a young age," Xiao Jun complimented. 　　"Not at all, not at all," Qian Ziqiang shook his head sheepishly, a hint of shyness still lingering in his gesture. I thought to myself that such a refined and cultured young tycoon was rare. With his background, he certainly wouldn't lack for women. I never expected him to travel all this way for hypnotic fantasies. It seems Xiao Jun wasn't exaggerating when he said this city had no shortage of mind control enthusiasts. 　　"Mr. Qian, what would you like to drink? A martini? Or Tieguanyin?" 　　"No, I have a meeting at four o'clock," Qian Ziqiang said somewhat awkwardly. 　　"Ah, I understand, I understand," Xiao Jun said with a forced smile. "Mr. Qian is very busy, so shall we take a look at the goods now?" 　　Qian Ziqiang pushed up his glasses in agreement. 　　Xiao Jun took out a large-scale photo of Rui Ying. In the photo, Rui Ying's eyes were vacant, her lips were parted, her left hand with slender fingers, was lightly caressing her breasts through her sweater, while her right hand seemed to casually rest between her legs under her skirt. I took a deep breath. This photo was practically a rare and exquisite portrait of a hypnotic doll. 　　I looked at Qian Ziqiang staring at the photo. Sure enough, he also began to breathe rapidly, subconsciously loosening his tie , and an unknown flame ignited in his eyes. 　　"Are you satisfied with the goods?" Xiao Jun took the photo away at the right moment, a move that only further aroused Qian Ziqiang's desire. 　　"Satisfied!" His tone was already becoming excited, but he still tried to remain calm and asked, " Shall we go over now?" 　　"As you wish," Xiao Jun smiled, even managing to advertise himself. 　　Qian Ziqiang was led by Ya Rong to Rui Ying's room. "Have a good time," Ya Rong said in a seductive voice. 　　Xiao Jun returned to the recording studio. "You actually have another job." 　　"What?" 　　"You need to monitor whether Qian Ziqiang is acting according to his script. If he does anything beyond what's planned, we have the right to make him pay double." 　　"Understood," I replied. 　　Xiao Jun yawned: "Hypnosis is tiring. I'm going to rest for a bit. You stay here and keep watch ; consider it a work internship." 　　"No problem." Watching Qian Ziqiang walk into the room, I had no mood to argue with Xiao Jun anymore; I just wanted to focus on watching the show. 　　Xiao Jun laughed heartily. He pushed open the door and went out, tossing the pack of tissues back to me playfully, saying, "Catch this; you'll need it later." With that, he closed the door with a smile. 　　I didn't think much of Xiao Jun's words; I just instinctively caught the tissues. Now I was alone in the room , my attention completely focused on the monitor, a feeling that reminded me of the thrill of finding hypnosis videos online before . 　　In the scene, Qian Ziqiang's composed expression was gone, his eyes blazing with wicked lust. He loosened his tie and, like a notorious villain, slowly circled Rui Ying, then leaned down and breathed into her ear , "Sailor... Moon..." 　　Rui Ying's body trembled, snapping her out of her dazed state. She looked around blankly and found herself chained to a strange, large chair. "Where...where am I?" 　　"Where?" Qian Ziqiang chuckled, "This is my private laboratory." 　　"Laboratory?" Rui Ying struggled, "Who are you!?" 　　"Me?" Qian Ziqiang said lewdly, "I'm your master." He teased Rui Ying by sticking his thick tongue into her small ear. 　　"You pervert!!!" Rui Ying shook her head desperately, bumping into Qian Ziqiang's teeth. Qian Ziqiang cried out in pain...

He didn't make a sound, but the expression on his face grew increasingly satisfied, as if the more fiercely Rui Ying resisted, the more pleased he became.

"Struggle all you want!" Qian Ziqiang pressed down on Rui Ying's head and said in a rough voice, "You'll soon be mine
, hahahaha!"

"You! You villain! What exactly do you want?"

"What do I want?" Qian Ziqiang licked his lips and sneered, "I want you to tell me the whereabouts of the others."

"Don't even think about it!" Rui Ying cried out, "I won't tell you where my companions are!"

"No, you will." Qian Ziqiang stroked Rui Ying's small face and said.

"I am Sailor Moon! I will never bow down to an evil person like you!!!"

"Don't be so sure, my darling." Qian Ziqiang's hand slowly slid down, his fingertips tracing
Rui Ying's delicate breasts, slender waist, and long, snow-white legs under her short skirt through her tight sailor uniform.

Rui Ying struggled desperately, but her hands and feet were fixed in place, and all her efforts were in vain.

"You really won't cooperate?" Qian Ziqiang asked sinisterly.

"I won't tell you anything!!"

"Hmph! How rude of you, Sailor Moon!!" Qian Ziqiang roared. He picked up a strangely shaped, crown-
like . My heart pounded faster and faster; the classic scene was about to unfold!

Qian Ziqiang put the headband on Rui Ying's forehead and turned to
operate . The yellow indicator light on the silver-gray headband lit up irregularly, and a faint blue light emanated from beneath it.
Rui Ying gasped, clenching her teeth, seemingly resisting something.

"Cooperate obediently, don't resist." Qian Ziqiang came to Rui Ying's side, squatted down, and watched her performance with satisfaction
. "Soon you'll tell me everything you want to know!! Hahahaha!"

"No... I won't... submit..." Rui Ying said painfully.

"You will become my slave!! You will obey my orders!!!"

"No... I am... Sailor Moon... I... won't..."

Qian Ziqiang snorted, adjusted the knob, and the blue light flashing on the headband became even stronger, a buzzing sound filling
the entire room, and Rui Ying's expression grew increasingly painful.

"Obey me!! Sailor Moon!!! Obey me!!!!" Qian Ziqiang roared arrogantly.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Rui Ying could no longer bear the stimulation of the electric current, let out a seductive
scream, and fainted.

I could no longer control the swelling in my lower body, pulled out my penis, and began to frantically rub it while panting heavily.

Qian Ziqiang was surprisingly calm. Is this the difference between a business tycoon and a wage earner? He
waited for a while, lit a cigarette, and watched Rui Ying's sleeping face with enjoyment.

I, on the other hand, was panting heavily in the recording studio. My penis was already at its limit, its hardness no less than my
first time with Wen Ting.

Qian Ziqiang took a deep drag of his cigarette and removed the metal headband from Rui Ying's head. He exhaled the fragrant smoke from his mouth
, the bluish smoke scattering across Rui Ying's lovely face, the rising smoke
making even more ethereal.

“Open your eyes, Sailor Moon,” Qian Ziqiang whispered, forming a
crescent shape with his index finger and thumb to gently lift Rui Ying’s pointed chin, turning her face directly towards him.

Rui Ying obediently opened her eyes, her lifeless gaze particularly alluring in the swirling smoke.

I couldn’t help but gasp, my hands quickening their movements.

“You are now my maid!” Qian Ziqiang commanded in a domineering tone.

Rui Ying nodded slightly, replying hollowly and submissively, “Yes… I am your maid…”

Qian Ziqiang released the shackles on Rui Ying’s hands and feet, ordering, “Kneel!”

Rui Ying, like a machine doll, slowly knelt down, her eyes fixed straight ahead. Now, in her world,
there must only be Qian Ziqiang’s voice.

“Take off my shoes!”

Rui Ying gently removed Qian Ziqiang’s expensive leather shoes with her delicate hands.

"Lick my feet!"

Rui Ying opened her cherry-like mouth, extended her delicate, lotus-like tongue, and curled up like a female dog, her snow-white
buttocks raised high, her labia barely visible beneath her tight panties. She humbly licked Qian Ziqiang 's
feet, while Qian Ziqiang, one hand on his glasses, sat upright like an emperor.

I couldn't help but groan, my eyes glazed over as I stared at the screen, my penis growing hotter with each rub
.

"Lift your head, maid!" Qian Ziqiang shouted after he had his fill.

Rui Ying slowly straightened her delicate body, her eyes still staring blankly ahead.

"You're really cute." Qian Ziqiang conquerively stroked Rui Ying's wavy hair, "A cute maid
must learn to serve her master, understand?"

Rui Ying nodded slowly.

"Come! My maid!! Use your body to make me happy!!!"

Rui Ying obediently crawled towards Ziqiang, her icy hands gently sliding from Ziqiang's knees to the inside of his thighs
. She cupped her hands in a bowl shape, caressing and playing with her master's penis through Qian Ziqiang's suit trousers,
occasionally nuzzling her pretty face and gently licking his scrotum. Qian Ziqiang's head involuntarily tilted back, and he
groaned.

I groaned along with him.

After playing for a while, Rui Ying skillfully removed Qian Ziqiang's belt and pulled down his trousers. Qian Ziqiang's
penis was already semi-erect. Rui Ying turned around, raised her beautiful buttocks, and swayed little by little as she sat on Ziqiang's
lap. She used her tight private parts under her panties to continuously touch and rub her master's glans back and forth, then
sat back slightly, clamping Ziqiang's penis between her thighs, using her pink hands to make the gradually erect
penis rub tightly against her panties covering her honey hole. The penis brushed against Rui Ying's clitoris through her clothes, and she
let out a moan, "Ahhhhhh!" followed by soft gasps, like a reincarnation of Jinlian.

"More...intense..." Qian Ziqiang's glasses had somehow fallen to the ground; he
opened his mouth wide, exhaling heavily.

Hearing her master's command, Rui Ying turned around, seductively kneading her breasts, looking up at her master,
her eyes now filled with desire, the previous confusion gone. She moaned softly as she placed her master's penis
between her breasts, gently squeezing them from the outside in. Her curves, defined beneath her tight clothing, were incredibly
alluring , tightly enveloping Ziqiang's penis, leaving only the glans exposed. Rui Ying's face flushed crimson, and she lowered...
Her head and body rose and fell rhythmically to the accompaniment of her moans, her master's penis thrusting in and out between her breasts, the glans
melting into the slave girl's sensual mouth.

Qian Ziqiang couldn't help but groan loudly.

Rui Ying seemed to be well-versed in the arts of the bedroom; as Ziqiang's groans grew more frequent during this simultaneous oral and breast sex, she
stopped at the right moment, climbing onto her master's lap like a Persian cat, unbuttoning his shirt, then pressing her delicate body and breasts
tightly against his chest, her arms encircling Ziqiang's neck, kissing him passionately. Ziqiang, in response, also hugged
the maid tightly. Rui Ying intertwined her sweet tongue with her master's, while her lower body and hips continued to thrust, her clitoris
constantly stimulating her master's penis.

Qian Ziqiang's desire finally reached its peak. He roared and leaped from the sofa, pinning the maid to
the ground . Like a wild beast, he tore open Rui Ying's sailor uniform, which clung tightly to her body, and pulled
aside the blue skirt that vaguely concealed her vulva. He used his teeth to bite open the small, white panties that were already slightly damp.

Rui Ying gasped. Everything about the maid was now laid bare before her master.

My eyelids fluttered, and a surge of heat flowed from my lower abdomen to the head of my penis. With a "plop," a spurt of whitish fluid shot
out. I cried out, feeling lightheaded and as if in a dream.

But Qian Ziqiang was in the throes of passion. He roughly buried his face in the maid's flower garden, his tongue
moving . Rui Ying arched her back, her beautiful eyes burning with desire. She excitedly caressed her body, her slender fingers
roaming between her breasts and abdomen. Her black, pearly hair seemed to be sprinkled with dewdrops, which she held between her cherry lips,
adding to her allure and seductive charm!

I had just finished wiping myself with a tissue when I saw the spring-like scene before me, and my little brother involuntarily
stood again.

Qian Ziqiang completely lost his mind. He kissed wildly upwards, and the moment he kissed Rui Ying's burning lips,
his erect penis mercilessly occupied the slave girl's garden.

Rui Ying's mind was shattered by this eighteen-foot spear. She was now a female beast in heat,
her seductive moans enough to make even the Monkey King lose his mind. The master and maid were frantically copulating on the floor, while I began to
wipe my "love gun" for the second time.

Qian Ziqiang was probably too excited; he only thrust a few times before pulling out his spear, panting, before he had even
ejaculated. Rui Ying suddenly felt an emptiness in her lower body, and her eyes became vacant. Qian Ziqiang saw
the slave girl eyes, and his own eyes ignited with evil fire, and I don't know what kind of wicked idea he came up with.

He commanded Rui Ying, "Slave girl, now fall into a deep sleep. Fall into a deep hypnotic state!"

Rui Ying slowly closed her eyes.

Zi Qiang excitedly mounted Rui Ying again, thrusting his penis deep into the hypnotized beauty.
While hinted to Rui Ying, "You will wake up now. You are no longer Sailor Moon
; you will become your true self."

Rui Ying's small hand trembled, and she opened her eyes in a daze, only to find a disheveled man raping
her . She screamed in terror, "You! You! What are you doing!"

"Hehe, go ahead and scream!" Qian Zi Qiang sneered, "Screaming until you're hoarse won't save you!
"

Rui Ying desperately struck Qian Zi Qiang's body, but helplessly pinned down by a large man, and experiencing
wave after wave of orgasms, she soon gave up struggling and began to sob.

I was startled and quickly took out the script. There wasn't such a "plot" in it! I hurriedly
withdrew my penis and rang the doorbell, shouting, "Ya Rong! Ya Rong! Quickly call Xiao Jun!"

Xiao Jun rushed over upon hearing the commotion. After hearing my brief explanation, he burst into the room.

"Mr. Qian! What are you doing?!" Xiao Jun and I pulled the frenzied Qian Ziqiang away.

"Dr. Xiao! Help me!" Rui Ying's face lit up with hope when she saw Xiao Jun.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Xiao Jun snapped his fingers in front of Rui Ying, and she immediately closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Xiao Jun whispered something in her ear, probably giving her a hint to forget.

I forcefully pinned Qian Ziqiang's hands behind his back, rendering him immobile. The lust in his eyes gradually subsided, and a shy and
embarrassed expression returned to his brow.

"Mr. Qian, you have violated the scheduled program." After comforting Rui Ying, Xiao Jun asked Ya Rong to take care of her
and led us into the treatment room.

"I didn't violate any agreement," Qian Ziqiang argued. "I just wanted her to be awake for a while
."

"Is that interesting?" Xiao Jun asked coldly.

"Hmph..."

"Mr. Qian!" Xiao Jun's tone was polite yet authoritative. "Hypnosis isn't as easy as you think
. If you don't follow the script, it will cause indelible psychological burdens to the 'customer'!"

Qian Ziqiang remained silent.

"According to the rules, you have to pay double the price."

"What if I don't?"

Xiao Jun stared at Qian Ziqiang for a moment, then chuckled, a laugh that sent chills down one's spine: "Of course I have no objection. But
once you leave this room, you will no longer be a member of this club, and I will also notify other similar
clubs . You'll never experience real pleasure again in your life!"

The threat in those words was immense. As a hypnotic fantasist, Qian Ziqiang could not forget
the wildness . “Alright,” he said helplessly, “I’ll pay.”

Xiao Jun’s serious expression relaxed: “Mr. Qian is indeed wise. Your business has its rules, and our
clinic has its rules too. You can go to Miss Wang to pay now, the total price is 100,000.” He took out a magnetic card and handed it to
Qian Ziqiang, “This is a membership card, you can get a 10% discount next time. If you can develop other secret members
, we can give you even more discounts.”

Qian Ziqiang sighed: “Then what about today’s matter…”

“I will make the ‘goods’ forget about it completely.” Xiao Jun said confidently, “By the way,
we will send today’s video recording to your residence after we finish processing it. Also, even if you see today’s ‘goods’ again in the future, don’t
have improper thoughts, otherwise you will suffer the consequences.”

“Thank you for your advice.” Qian Ziqiang glanced at us one last time, picked up his briefcase and left the room.
V.

I stayed at the clinic as I wished. Xiao Jun and Ya Rong prepared a room for me on the second floor of the villa, while they stayed on
the first floor. I occasionally think about legal and moral issues, but I always
convince myself with the so-called "that's reality, why force it?" And it's true, setting aside the fact that this job satisfies my hypnotic fetishistic desires, simply...
Realistically speaking, how does one find a job with a decent salary, free room and board, and a harmonious environment?
In the blink of an eye, I've been working here for several months. My main tasks are nothing more than the following:
1. Assisting Xiao Jun during hypnotherapy sessions, recording audio.
2. After Xiao Jun determines which patients are suitable for "prostitution," I'm responsible for taking photos of them in a hypnotic state
, and then organizing and categorizing their information.
3. Extracting the audio files of the "prostitution" patients, and then using electronic devices to mimic their voices to create standardized medical recordings.
4. Monitoring and modifying the "receiving" videos to meet client needs; in reality, it's about collecting evidence to save lives.
5. Developing potential "prostitution" sources and clients. Xiao Jun gives each hypnotized patient instructions to develop new
clients . These people will recommend the "
Wishful Thinking" clinic to their peers who meet the "prostitution" criteria at appropriate times, and have the new "prostitution" contact us via email. My job is to reply to these emails and
send them self-made flash advertisements. These advertisements, produced under Xiao Jun's guidance, are subconscious videos featuring soothing background music designed to
open up the subconscious mind and heartwarming visuals to reduce viewer resistance. Most importantly
, I insert subconscious commands every few frames, making most viewers want to seek
treatment.

Another arduous task I undertake is customizing special
mind control tools from prop and clothing stores. The requests from different clients are incredibly diverse, and I categorize them into three types.
The first type is the standard "gratification" type, comprising the vast majority of clients. They don't have
severe mind control fetishes; ordinary Minecraft scenarios are enough to satisfy them. These clients often project their
fantasies onto relatively ordinary props, such as classic hypnotic lighters, crystal pendants, and black
crystal balls . They don't have specific requirements regarding the appearance or clothing of the "customer," simply hoping for a beautiful woman
or handsome man to be hypnotized and then dressed in a provocative swimsuit or sexy lingerie for their manipulation. These
"recipients'" desires are the easiest to fulfill and satisfy.
The second type is the hardcore mind control enthusiast. These people often want a complete
and dramatic "goods," unique props, and clothing that matches their particular tastes. For example, Qian
Ziqiang belongs to this second type. His hypnotic fantasy object is Sailor Moon, his clothing requirement is a tight-fitting
sailor suit , and his prop is brainwashing equipment. This type of client requires us to put in a lot of effort to prepare, and of course, their
payment is higher than the first type.
The third type is the most difficult to deal with: the extremely hardcore fantasizers. These people are extremely rare, but
just one is enough to keep us busy for a long time. They have extremely demanding requirements for mind control storylines, basically
requiring a complete recreation of a scene from a certain film that they can't forget. When we encounter such clients,
Xiao Jun and Ya Rong, I transform into directors. The "goods" must be similar to the character, and the costumes
and props must be specially made. The workload is enormous. In the past few months, we've only received one order like this
: the client wanted us to perfectly recreate the scene from Tomohiro Urushihara's *Wings of Darkness* where the protagonist, Remnia, is
magically controlled by the local lord. That time, it was incredibly exhausting. Ya Rong was in charge of the set design, I
had the prop shop rush-make the sexy, revealing female slave costumes for the scene, and Xiao Jun immediately found a
beautiful woman who looked remarkably like Remnia, and then hypnotized over a dozen sexy women to play the sex slaves
controlled . To accurately recreate the scene, we even prepared a silver wig for the protagonist and
specially made red contact lenses so that the "goods'" eyes would look
like . However, the price this client paid was astronomical, and they knew preparing all this wouldn't be easy.
Over the past few months, I've watched countless MC shows, big and small. Xiao Jun once asked if I wanted to try it myself
, but I refused with great willpower because I was waiting for a special "goods" to arrive.
Wen Ting!!!
In the past few months, I've called Wenting several times, in a friendly manner. She was still as gentle as ever on the other end
, her voice so sweet it intoxicated me. But she belongs to another man now!!! She dumped me!!!
I told her I was at a psychological clinic and, as a friend, recommended she come there to relieve stress when she's troubled
. I was amazed at my own acting skills, because I had successfully disguised myself as a kind young man who had matured after experiencing the pain of
heartbreak . But I knew that my heart was no longer kind.
"Okay," Wenting replied sweetly. Her answer was as serene as ever, and I felt as if I were back in
the days of our first love. "Tingting, let's go to the movies tomorrow?" I called her nervously.
There was silence on the other end of the line for a long time. "Tingting… what's wrong?" I asked anxiously, breaking out in a cold sweat. Wenting
chuckled , "Silly boy, do you want to go on a date with me?" I stammered, "No...no
...I just happen to have two tickets..." The more flustered I became, the happier Wenting was, "What a silly little thing, are you sure you
didn't ask me out on purpose?" "I..." "Really not? I'm giving you one last chance to say yes, okay?
Otherwise, I won't wait." I was really startled by her, and quickly took a deep breath to calm myself
down . Then, I shouted loudly, mustering all my courage, "Yes! I like you! I want to go on a date with you!" My
hands trembled violently, and strangely enough, I could clearly feel the hand holding the receiver on the other end of the phone also
trembling slightly. Then, quietly, just like that, I heard
two words, clear as pearls yet gentle as silk. "Okay." On the other end of the phone, Wenting smiled faintly.
"That's all in the past!" I roared inwardly.
"Wenjing? What's wrong?" Wenting asked worriedly when I didn't answer for a while. Little did she know that her
simple two words would evoke painful yet sweet memories.
"Ah, nothing, I just dropped my pen on the floor," I said casually.
"Wenjing..." she called my name softly, then, as if she had made a huge decision, asked sadly
, "Do you... still hate me?"
I wanted to retort fiercely, "Hate you? I've long forgotten what you look like!" But for the sake of
my wicked plan, I forced myself to continue pretending to be a kind, boyish voice: "I want to hate you...
" I said, feigning sadness, "but I can't bring myself to hate you..."
"You really deserve a Golden Horse Award!" I thought to myself with a self-deprecating smile.
I could hear a faint sob on the other end of the line. "Wenjing, actually I..."
"No! Don't say it..." I interrupted her painfully. "Let bygones be bygones. I just
want you to be happy."
"Wenjing..."
"Alright..." I deliberately adopted a lighter tone, knowing this would only make Wenting feel worse.
"I sent the clinic's advertisement to your email. Take a look when you have time." I knew exactly
how Wenting would respond; she couldn't possibly refuse my 'small' request.
Sure enough, Wenting gave a soft 'hmm'. She didn't know she had fallen into my trap.
Once she saw the advertisement, she wouldn't understand that she had accepted my hint, and more importantly
, she would definitely come.
All I had to do was design the perfect script just for the two of us and wait patiently
.
VI.
The clinic occasionally had quiet periods, but this off-season wasn't determined by the market, but by Xiao Jun
himself. Whenever he decided to take a break, no matter how rich the mind control addicts in the city were, they could only
masturbate at home.
Xiao Jun still treats me like a brother. After all, we've been neighbors since birth. He's
thin and weak, while I'm quite 'fierce,' so I often act like the older brother, helping him teach those
kids who bully him a lesson. But now, his imposing presence far surpasses mine. Although we still talk about everything
, it's now my turn to admire his erudition.
During his vacations, Xiao Jun takes Ya Rong and me hiking. They flirt and
tease each other the whole way, inseparable , while I'm all alone. Sometimes I fantasize, if Wen Ting hadn't broken up with me
, would we be a loving couple now?
But I know it's just a fantasy; the reality is I've been abandoned by her, all alone. I
watch Ya Rong leans her slender neck against Xiao Jun's shoulder, her silky hair dancing in the wind, both of them beaming
with happiness, as if they've just returned from their honeymoon.
Seeing them so affectionate, I'm naturally happy for Xiao Jun. But a question always lingers in my mind
.
During the interview, Xiao Jun clearly hypnotized Ya Rong, and it
wouldn't be . But Xiao Jun treated her like a goddess. Were they 'master and servant' or 'lovers'?
I never dared to ask Xiao Jun directly. Unexpectedly, one day, he actually came to answer my question himself.
"Wen Jing, what do you think of me and Ya Rong?" He walked into my room and asked bluntly.
"What do you mean, what do you think?" I pretended to be stupid.
"I know you've always wanted to ask me this question, haven't you?" He sat on my bed and asked with
a grin .
I shrugged and answered unsurprisedly, "You figured it out again?"
Xiao Jun was even happier: "Your secrets can't escape my eyes."
"Sigh, there's really no privacy with you." I sighed helplessly, "Okay, since that's the case, I
'll ask you. What exactly is your relationship with Ya Rong? Is she your fiancée, or your..." I suddenly
stammered and couldn't finish
my sentence. "Sex slave?" Xiao Jun continued without any politeness.
"You said it yourself."
"Wenjing," Xiao Jun suddenly said, "you still can't face your own fantasies, can you
?"
"...Don't change the subject."
"No, these two are the same topic."
"Huh? Is that so? Then tell me, how are these two the same topic?"
"Wenjing, the biggest difference between fantasy and reality is that fantasy is a momentary pleasure, while reality is
a lifelong matter."
"Hmph, so profound!"
"You definitely won't understand now. I didn't understand before either, but Ya Rong, she helped me find the answer
."
"Ya Rong?"
"Yes. Actually, Ya Rong can be considered my junior sister."
"Junior sister?"
"She's my father's disciple, often comes to my house, is the same age as me, and is beautiful and generous, so naturally I
admire her very much. After spending a long time with her, I knew she liked me too. We naturally started
dating ."
Xiao Jun's eyes were filled with memories, and a sweet smile graced her lips. He continued, “But
a dark thought always lingered in my mind. Every time I saw her lively eyes, I couldn’t resist the urge to steal that sparkle.
I longed to see Ya Rong standing lifeless before me, at my mercy. This lust grew stronger and stronger.
After dating Ya Rong for more than half a year, I couldn’t even tell if I truly loved her or was deliberately trying to train her into
a sex slave.”
“I… can understand…”
“Finally, one day, I couldn’t control my desires and began to act. I lied and said I needed a volunteer to practice with in order to obtain a
clinical hypnotherapist qualification. Ya Rong, of course, had no objections; she happily
became my volunteer. So I hypnotized her as I wished.”
“…”
"That hypnosis was incredibly successful, so successful I couldn't believe it. Just
like , under hypnosis, Ya Rong was completely obedient to me. She did whatever I asked her to do. That night,
she served me wholeheartedly, giving me an unforgettable, blissful night. I gave her a post-hypnotic suggestion
so I could control her at will. For a while afterward, I was like
the protagonist , enjoying all the perks of being a 'master.'
" "Isn't that great?"
Xiao Jun shook his head: "But that's not the case. When a person's fantasies haven't come true, their mind
is full of fantasies. Only after they come true do they truly calm down and consider the gains and losses. Yes, I used to fantasize about having my own sex slave, just like you
and other MC enthusiasts. But
after Ya Rong became my personal doll, I gradually realized that a woman who only said 'Yes, Master' wasn't what I really wanted. Yes
, at first, every sweet 'Master' from Ya Rong would give me an erection, but
after a while, I grew tired of this relationship without any emotional exchange. There was only sexual pleasure between us, but no..."
There are other joys. Humans aren't born just for sex; that's reality.
"That's reality...?"
"Yes, reality. I need a complete Ya Rong, a
Ya Rong who not only loves me, cherishes me, and serves me, but also shares my joys and sorrows. So I lifted the
hypnotic and told her everything. Do you know how nervous I was after telling her? But Ya Rong
didn't blame me. She placed her hand on my heart and asked, 'Do you love me?'" Xiao Jun said, placing his hand
on his chest.
"What did you say?"
"I told her I love her, I love the real Ya Rong. I hoped she wouldn't despise my hypnotic
fantasies , I hoped she could forgive me. Ya Rong gently held my hand; her answer gave me
the answer."
"What did she say?"
"She said to me, 'I love you too, so I will love everything about you.'"
"You lucky bastard!"
Xiao Jun chuckled, "I might be very happy, but I know this happiness is something I fought for, something I earned
by confronting the fantasies I usually couldn't bear to talk about."
"That's easy for you to say. You're just lucky to have such a wonderful girl like Ya Rong."
"Ya Rong is certainly wonderful, but are the others bad?" Xiao Jun retorted. "Isn't Wen Ting good too?
"
"Don't mention Wen Ting to me!!"
"Wen Jing, have you ever really pursued anything? Are you still trapped in your fantasies?"
"Don't say the same things as her!!"
"You're still living in your own shadow! You..."
"Enough!!" I roared like an enraged bull, "Why are you telling me all this
?!"
Xiao Jun stared blankly at me, silent for a long time before sighing. "Wen Jing, I'm tired of it."
"Tired of what?" “
I’m tired of this clinic, tired of flattering those clients, and more importantly, tired of stealing
the sparkle from those beautiful eyes.”
“Why?!” I shouted, “Mind control! Isn’t that what you and I have always been pursuing?!”
“Wenjing, hypnotizing and controlling someone doesn’t always bring pleasure.”
“Nonsense!! Is there anything better in the world than watching those girls become slaves?!
”
A hint of regret appeared on Xiao Jun’s face: “To hypnotize and control those ‘goods,’ I have to enter their
inner world. But the more I enter, the more guilty I feel. I’m actually destroying them!
”
“Destroy!!? Aren’t those ‘goods’ all sluts who deserve to be fucked?! That’s what you told me!!!
”
“But they’re human too!!!”
“Ha!!” I mocked, “Now you’re talking to me about conscience?! What did you say back then?
Do I need to remind you?” "
Back then..."
"What you told me was, 'We live in reality! To hell with conscience!'!!"
"But I was wrong!!"
"You were wrong!? What an ethicist!!"
"Yes! I was wrong!! Actually, I regretted it when I interviewed you, but I desperately needed
your help, so I said those things to you!!"
I paused for a moment, then gritted my teeth and said, "It's too late for you to say that now!! I'm very happy
now ! I don't need you to preach to me!!"
"Wenjing!! Those 'people' are people too! They have emotions and desires just like us!! We can
describe them as worthless as mud to excuse our own behavior, but they also have purity in their hearts
!!" "They worry about their parents' health. Some of them become prostitutes to raise money for their younger brothers' tuition.
Rui Ying, the one you interviewed, although she's a womanizer, she
wouldn't have developed a mental illness if she hadn't felt genuine guilt about Ah Ren's suicide! But what have we done?! We turned them into free prostitutes
!"
"Stop talking!! I'm making money now, and I can have fun! I'm happy!
Why are you trying to destroy my happiness?! Are you even my brother?! What?! Do you
want me to cry?! Do you want me to kneel before you and say 'I was wrong!'?!"
A deathly silence fell over the room.
"Wen Jing," Xiao Jun said calmly, "I'll sell the clinic at the end of this year and go abroad with Ya Rong to live
a quiet life. As your brother, I'll try my best to help you, but you need to be clear about what you really want to do." “
Thank you.” I said coldly.
Xiao Jun reached out and patted my shoulder, but I shook his hand away. He shook his head and left my
room .
I didn’t know why Xiao Jun had said these things to me. His words stung my heart, forcing me to
recall the word I had long buried—“conscience.” I was extremely agitated, but had nowhere to vent it. I
could only channel this agitation into my revenge plan against Wenting; I wanted to destroy her happiness!!
VII.

The pleasure of revenge is directly proportional to the waiting time; the longer the infiltration,
the more vivid the bloodstains will be when the bullet pierces the prey!!
After waiting for several months, Wenting finally appeared at the clinic.
Upon seeing me, Wenting’s expression was very unnatural, while I greeted her with a relaxed expression: “What’s
wrong, Wenting? Are you having some troubles?”
“Yes.” She nodded, “This matter has been bothering me ever since you left.”
My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly regained my composure. What was this little girl up to? "
It's alright," I said, still smiling brightly, "Dr. Xiao is very experienced in this area."
Wenting returned a stiff smile.
I told her to wait in the treatment room, then quickly went to find Xiao Jun.
"Wenting's here?" he asked.
"Yes. She's already in the treatment room."
Xiao Jun took out the medical record folder, which contained the script I had provided.
"I've read your script," Xiao Jun said seriously, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure! I've been waiting for this moment for a long time!"
Xiao Jun looked at me incredulously: "You don't need any set?"
"I don't need any set."
"You don't need any props?"
"I'll prepare the props and costumes myself."
"But you know nothing about hypnosis!"
"I know nothing, but I've at least observed your live hypnosis for so long. Even if I can't do it myself, I can
at least memorize it."
Xiao Jun hesitated for a moment: "Okay, for the sake of my brother, I'll make an exception this time. I estimate that the preliminary
preparation will require hypnotizing Wen Ting three times, and you won't participate in any of these sessions. Can you accept that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Because this time you are the 'recipient,' and according to the rules, the 'recipient' is not allowed to show their face during the preliminary preparation
. So, during these three preliminary hypnosis sessions, Ya Rong will be in charge of recording in your place. Do you understand?
"
"Hmph, I understand. I've waited for so long, I don't mind enduring a few more days."
In the following week, Wen Ting came for 'treatment' three times. I took over Ya Rong's
reception work for six days, while Ya Rong was in charge of recording. As expected, Xiao Jun didn't mention a word about the 'treatment' process, and I
wisely refrained from inquiring. From Xiao Jun's brief "everything went smoothly," I understood my script was about to
begin. But what puzzled me was that Xiao Jun and Ya Rong's gazes towards me grew increasingly strange, even bordering on
pity and regret. I ignored them; as long as my desires were satisfied, going against the world wasn't so
bad.
Finally, Xiao Jun successfully completed the hypnotic transformation of Wen Ting, informing me to "receive the goods" the next morning.
What a cruel twist of fate!! The next day was exactly the day she abandoned me a year ago!!!
"Are you really going?" Xiao Jun asked.
"Why not? I've waited a whole year!"
"I still hope you forget about revenge. Otherwise, you'll regret it."
"Regret?? Shouldn't she be the one regretting it!?"
Xiao Jun was speechless. He handed me the car keys: "You can drive my car tomorrow. Also, make sure you
stick to your script!"
"I know!"
"Call me immediately if anything goes wrong."
I nodded and watched him go back to his room.
That night, I couldn't sleep.
8.

At 7 a.m., I opened my eyes. Although I had only drifted off to sleep around dawn, I was
full of energy.
Because today would be different!
Xiao Jun and Ya Rong were definitely not up yet; they usually didn't open their eyes until almost nine. I
calmly brushed my teeth, washed my face, and tidied the room. I knew Wen Ting was already up; according to the script, she
was doing the same things as me.
After washing up, I started to put on my coat. This coat was my university uniform; wearing it, I felt like I
was back in my student days, and the air around me felt fresher.
Wen Ting must be wearing her uniform now too. I pictured her
pretty , the firm breasts that the clothes couldn't hide, her beautiful buttocks, and the fair
skin peeking out from under the skirt. I couldn't help but let out a wicked grin.
Entering the kitchen, I was surprised to find Ya Rong already there.
"Hey, student, all dressed up for a date?" she joked as she spread butter
.
Having known her for so long, I'd come to see Ya Rong as an older sister. "Yeah," I
replied cheerfully, "I'm going on a date with Wen Ting. We have a lot to do today."
Ya Rong seemed to want to say something, but hesitated.
"Why are you up so early today, Ya Rong?" I changed the subject to avoid an awkward silence.
"Oh, I didn't sleep well last night."
"Hehe, you and Xiao Jun really know how to joke around." I teased mischievously
. "It's not what you think," Ya Rong said, looking directly at me, "We were worried about you."
My face darkened: "Worried about me?"
Ya Rong remained silent.
“Sister Ya Rong, I’ve always respected you. You’re not here to ‘enlighten’ me too, are you?”
Ya Rong smiled faintly. “What’s the use of enlightening you? Some things you can’t understand without doing it yourself.”
I angrily swallowed a glass of milk. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you all? Why are you all acting like
compassionate bodhisattvas?! I’ve been holding back for a whole year. What do you want from me?!
”
Ya Rong didn’t answer my question. She looked at her watch and said to me, “I know you
won’t listen to anything I say now. But I still have to remind you, time is almost up. According to the script, you should be
driving .”
I glared at her coldly, threw down the bread in my hand, and slammed the door as I left.
“Have fun.” Ya Rong’s seductive voice came from behind me. Usually,
when she said this to her “customers,” it made me feel weak in the knees, but today, it felt
like a cold silver needle piercing my heart.
I tried hard to suppress my unpleasant feelings and plunged into the car. Before starting the engine, I did
a final check on my props. Everything was fine. All that remained was to draw back the stage curtain
, and the device to do that was the phone in my hand.
I dialed Wenting's number. The ringing tone made my emotions fluctuate.
"Hello?" Wenting's cheerful, nightingale-like laughter echoed from afar.
"Tingting, it's... me..." I uttered the incantation in a low voice.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. I pictured Wenting's eyes suddenly losing their light
.
"Tingting, what's wrong?" I asked again, trying to break the spell. The receiver vibrated slightly; I knew
Wenting had snapped out of her daze.
"You rascal, why are you calling so early?" Wenting said playfully.
Hearing those familiar words, my eyes suddenly welled up with tears. "I missed you," I said, mimicking the cloying tone of
our past romance, momentarily losing track of where I was.
“Nonsense…” Wenting cursed, but her voice couldn’t hide her joy and sweetness. “Fine, I see
you’re kind-hearted and a devout Buddhist, so I’ll give you a chance. See you at the usual place in an hour.”
“Okay, but don’t be late.”
“Pah, pah, pah, when have I ever been late?”
I chatted with her for a few more minutes, then hung up the phone as if reluctant to part. I lit a cigarette, trying to calm my
excited heart amidst the roar of the engine.
Xiao Jun’s hypnotic skills were indeed remarkable; the suggestions he used on Wenting were flawless. I knew
why he was so surprised when he saw my script—because my so-called script was—no
script.
“Regression hypnosis? You only want me to do regression hypnosis?” he asked me distrustfully.
“Yes,” I answered him calmly, “You just need to make her revert to
her student self after she hears me say ‘it’s me.’”
“That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
“So what are you going to do next?”
“Next?” I said indifferently, “I’m going to take back everything I haven’t gotten in these past three years.
”
Xiao Jun wanted to say something, but in the end, he only said five words. “You’d better watch yourself.”
Watch yourself? I thought mockingly, gripping the steering wheel. Who does Xiao Jun think he is? He
becomes so “noble” just because he got Ya Rong, but how can he understand the torment in my heart?! For
the three years I was with Wen Ting, I did indeed stay in my own world all day, just as she said. I felt lost and
confused , but now it’s different, because I have obtained the power I’ve always dreamed of!! Xiao Jun had no idea that
I had practically devoured his collection of hypnosis books that year, and had spent countless nights observing his live
hypnosis sessions. While I was far from Xiao Jun's level of skill, as long as the subject's subconscious was open enough and they
trusted me enough, I could control them. My request for Xiao Jun to perform regression
hypnosis on Wenting seemed meaningless on the surface, but it was actually incredibly helpful to me. Back in her student days, Wenting
would absolutely trust me, her "boyfriend," and more importantly, her susceptibility to hypnosis in this state would be
far greater than usual!
I wanted to personally make Wenting fall into my trap!
My eyes were bloodshot with desire, and beads of sweat dripped from my forehead, but my
hands gripping the steering wheel remained calm. I was, after all, a highly intelligent person, and I knew that haste makes waste.
Fifty minutes later, I parked the car outside the university's back wall. There was a dense grove of trees there,
with a barely noticeable gap deep within—a secret passage into and out of the campus. This was the "old haunt" where Wenting and I used to meet
.
Returning after so many years, gazing at the lush greenery and listening to the kingfisher's song, I was momentarily captivated
, almost unconsciously walking deeper into the woods, when suddenly a small hand landed on my shoulder.
"Ha! You little devil! I've got you this time!" a sweet shout rang in my ears.
I jumped in fright, but a bittersweet feeling welled up inside me. It was
Wenting who had startled me; she used to play cute pranks on us late at night under the moon and flowers.
"You little hussy, trying to murder your husband!" I yelled reflexively without thinking.
Silence fell behind me. I turned around and was met with Wenting's gentle smile. The amorous
glint , mixed with the golden tassels falling from the treetops, made her graceful dress shine brilliantly.
Her ivory-like arms, dappled with sunlight, made her look like a goddess descended from heaven, almost too beautiful to look at.
I was completely mesmerized.
"Silly boy, what are you looking at?" Wenting, embarrassed by my gaze, gently punched my shoulder,
a faint blush rising on her face, making her even more beautiful.
"Ah... I..." My tongue seemed to be stuck to my mouth, and I couldn't speak clearly.
Wenting chuckled: "This girl is a fox spirit reincarnated, specializing in seducing silly little devils like you." A chill ran through me as I remembered the purpose of my trip. I cursed myself inwardly, how could I have been bewitched by this 'fox spirit' Wenting
again ? 　　"Then I'll be Ximen Qing, the master of deception, specifically targeting you, Pan Jinlian." The wicked lust deep within my soul reignited . While outwardly bantering with Wenting, I swore a deadly oath in my heart: if I don't bewitch her to the point of utter madness today, I, Wenjing , will change my name forever! 　　"This young lady even skipped sleeping in today just to see you, wasn't that good?" Wenting hooked her arm , pouting and acting coquettishly. "What reward are you going to give me?" 　　I smiled foolishly, inwardly smug. Xiao Jun's regression hypnosis was very successful; Wenting's thoughts and memories had completely returned to the time when we were passionately in love. 　　"Reward? A reward for not sleeping in? I've never heard of that." I deliberately teased her. 　　"Hmph, you stingy girl." Wenting threw off my arm, pouting and throwing a tantrum. 　　I quickly coaxed her, "Don't be angry, I was just joking. When we get to the classroom, I 'll give ." 　　"Really?" she blinked, "You have to give me whatever I want, okay?" 　　"When have I ever lied to you?" I teased her with a grin, "You got up , I'm so worried about you." 　　"Hmph, you're so sweet." Hearing this, Wenting's heart fluttered, completely unaware that I was slowly leading her into a nightmare. 　　"To be honest, I didn't sleep well last night thinking about seeing you today," I said lazily , yawning. 　　"Yeah, I'm actually still sleepy," Wenting, influenced by my suggestion, yawned . 　　I felt a surge of secret joy, but continued calmly, "Yes, I can fall asleep just by looking at the shadows of those leaves." 　　Wenting indeed unconsciously focused her attention on the swaying shadows of the leaves on the ground. 　　"Those leaves are swaying so much, my eyelids are closing up," I continued to coax. 　　Wenting's eyelids began to twitch slightly, and a look of drowsiness appeared in her eyes. 　　I inwardly cheered; Wenting's hypnotic suggestibility was now remarkably high, all thanks to Xiao Jun's perfect regression hypnosis. However, I knew this wasn't the optimal time to hypnotize Wenting; I needed to further weaken her.

The success of this depends entirely on the effectiveness of the first prop I prepared.
"Ah, let's not stand here in a daze," I said, raising my voice. "Let's hurry up and go into the school. I
can't wait to show you my masterpiece."
Wenting seemed to wake up from a dream and was foolishly dragged into the school by me.
The campus is no different from a year ago, still with red walls and green tiles, solemn in appearance. Today is the last day for
graduates to leave the school, and students are busy attending the graduation ceremony, so the teaching area
is empty at this time. I took Wenting's little hand and secretly slipped into the most secluded corner of the building, and opened
the door of the computer room. During my four years of university, I don't know how many hypnotic videos I secretly downloaded in this computer room
. I never dreamed that this would become the 'altar' for me to realize my lewd fantasies today.
"What exactly are you going to show me?" Wenting was
confused .
"My entry for the competition," I said proudly as I turned on the computer.
"A competition entry?"
"Yes, I plan to submit this to the National College Student Flash Production Invitational Competition." I
took a CD from my backpack and put it into the computer's CD drive. "I hope you can be my first audience member."
"Wenjing..." Wenting's voice was slightly choked with emotion, whether from excitement or gratitude, "You
finally have your own dream..."
I smiled calmly, but inwardly I was cursing. Why does this little girl always have that lousy word 'dream'
on her lips? But none of that matters now, because she is about to become a part of my "dream."
The Flash player started on the screen, and I quickly plugged in the headphones and gently put them on Wenting.
"Aren't you going to watch it with me?" Wenting asked.
“Oh, I’ve watched it dozens of times already,” I said with a laugh. “And
I’m afraid I’ll see your expression if I don’t do it well.”
“Hehe, don’t worry, I won’t laugh at you,” Wenting giggled. “
What’s this flash video about?”
“Nothing much. I named it ‘Nocturne,’ hoping that everyone who sees it will find peace in
their hearts .”
Wenting nodded. “Can we start?”
“You can start when you’re ready.” I pressed the mouse, and the flash video began to play slowly. “I’ll
sit the back and won’t disturb you. Just relax completely and concentrate on watching. Don’t think about
anything else.”
Actually, I didn’t need to say much. As soon as the video started playing, Wenting’s gaze seemed to be fixed on the screen
, unable to look away. I retreated to the back row with satisfaction, enjoying the expression on Wenting’s face as she fell into the trap.
This flash video was a brainwashing video that I had spent a month making and revising. The prototype was
Xiao Jun’s subconscious advertisement. On the surface, the video boasted stunning scenery and soothing
therapeutic music, which could lower Wenting's subconscious resistance. But the video's true secret lay hidden behind the scenes.
Every so often, I added a frame of subconscious text, and the music was interspersed with extremely low-frequency suggestive audio.
This subconscious information was concealed behind Wenting's visual and auditory blind spots; she certainly wouldn't notice anything amiss
, but the recurring information had already been deeply implanted into her mind. Wenting would be completely captivated by the video
, and after it ended, her hypnotic sensitivity and sexual arousal would reach their peak. At
that point , she would be my slave, completely at my mercy.
Twenty minutes passed, and the screen dimmed after the video finished playing, but Wenting remained
staring ahead. I removed her headphones and gently nudged her shoulder.
"I... what's wrong with me..." Wenting murmured to herself.
"The video is over."
She seemed still in a dream: "Um...it's over..."
"How did you feel?"
"Very good...very good..." Her face was flushed, and her jade hand involuntarily slid towards her vulva. I
chuckled inwardly. It seemed the brainwashing video was working well; she was now on the verge of orgasm.
"What's wrong?" I asked, feigning concern.
"Nothing..." Wenting was already drenched in sweat. "I need to go to the restroom..." With that
, she rushed out of the computer room.
I calmly put away the disc, very satisfied with the effect of this first tool. Now,
it was time to see the results of the second stage. Like a demon, I walked towards the restroom from which faint moans were coming from.
The

corridor was empty, and the seductive moans coming from the restroom echoed in the vast space, as if
the entire building was groaning. I was burning with desire; Wenting's familiar, seductive moans ignited my lustful fire. But I
was still quite lucid; I knew this wasn't the time for complete release.
"Ah...ah..." What kind of erotic drama was unfolding in the bathroom! Wenting leaned weakly against
the sink, her flushed cheeks reflected in the smooth mirror on the wall. Her eyes were tightly closed, her pearly teeth lightly biting her lower lip
, her hands caressing her proud breasts through her uniform, her firm nipples clearly alluring beneath the clinging fabric. Water droplets dripped from
Wenting 's hair and chin; she must have tried to cool herself with cold water, but it only intensified
her desire. She was now completely immersed in her fiery sexual fantasies, completely unaware that I was behind her
.
I lowered my head, frantically searching for that familiar, intoxicating fragrance near her wet ear.
Wenting heard the heavy breathing of a man a few millimeters away, her body burning even hotter. She gasped,
slightly opening her eyes, and saw me in the mirror.
“Wen…Jing…” Her soft, almost imperceptible breath carried a hint of spring, “You…have such …couldn’t you…have such… 　　couldn’t you…have noticed something?
” I was startled. 　　“You…dared…to…go…to…the women’s restroom…” Her voice was barely audible. 　　I relaxed, a wicked smile playing on my lips, and planted a passionate kiss on her neck: “We’ll see who’s bolder . This is the men’s restroom.” 　　Whether it was my words or my kiss, Wenting’s body jolted as if electrocuted, leaning against my chest. Her heightened lust had clouded her judgment, completely unaware that she had entered the nearby men’s restroom.

"I...I'm so hot..." Wenting rubbed her nose against my chin, her fiery red lips so alluring.
"You promised me...you'd give me whatever I wanted..."
"What do you want?" I teased.
"I...want..." She hesitated, unable to say it.
"Is it this?" I grabbed her firm breasts, my erect penis pressing against
her buttocks through her skirt.
"Ah!!!..." Wenting involuntarily closed her eyes and screamed excitedly, "Yes...yes...I want more
...I want more..."
Now!!! I shouted in my heart, then suddenly withdrew my hands.
This action caused Wenting, who was almost at orgasm, to suddenly lose her composure. Her eyes instantly lost their luster.
I seized the opportunity and gently touched her brow, my hand helping her close her heavy eyelids. The hypnotic techniques and theories I
learned were indeed incredibly powerful. The profound and sexual
suggestions had brought her to an ideal level of hypnotic sensitivity. The sudden cessation of my caresses
had opened the floodgates of her subconscious. In this near-perfect state, I didn't need to use any words to trap
Wenting in my hypnotic spell.
Wenting's body relaxed instantly, and she fell asleep in my arms, like a
coveted Barbie doll.
I subconsciously looked at myself in the mirror, my heart pounding like a drum. From only being able
to fantasize in front of the computer a year ago to now instantly controlling Wenting's subconscious, was this really the same young man named Wenjing
? Although everything was according to plan, I still couldn't believe what I had accomplished. Had
this fantasy of personally hypnotizing Wenting truly come true at this moment?
Wenting slept peacefully in my arms, the sunlight streaming through the window
casting . As if to prove I wasn't dreaming, I placed my hand on her chest, feeling her real
heartbeat.
"Ahhhhhh..." Wenting moaned softly. The moment I touched her full breasts, a
current surged through my body from my palm. Even under hypnosis, Wenting remained sensitive; I could clearly feel
the surging heat in her blood. The current mixed with the heat struck my brain and my genitals simultaneously. I realized
I wasn't dreaming!!
Wenting was now my living, breathing puppet!!

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