Hypnosis Academy 1-2

Hypnosis Academy (Complete) Author: Fuse

Hypnosis Academy

Author: Fuse
Publisher: Longcheng
OCR: 288794
Published on: Fengyue Continent

(Prologue) Seeeds

When facing any woman, his body naturally arouses intense sexual desire and endless fantasies. For a person with normal
fertility is clearly a natural animalistic desire, but he cannot openly express
it.

-- It's too absurd!

Murakoshi Shinta secretly sneered in his heart.

Even so, he was powerless. In order to prevent others from seeing through his inner world, Murakoshi always
kept his down and remained silent. Coupled with the glasses on his nose, he was even more regarded as a gloomy and sullen freak -- he only knew how
to read people's faces, was timid and cowardly, and was often bullied.

However, in fact, Murakoshi himself was not afraid of anyone. On the contrary, he was happy to wear such
a mask. To conceal his deep desires and the dark side of his heart…

That day, Murakoshi, still rubbing his sleepy eyes,
left home .

He was still sleepy because he had spent the entire night in an online chat room, chatting until almost dawn. For Murakoshi
, his lively chats with his acquaintance "Mr. K" in chat rooms were commonplace,
but last night's conversation had been particularly enthusiastic.

In fact, Murakoshi had never met this "
Mr. —no, basically, given the inherent anonymity of the internet,
even if someone claimed to be "Mr. K," their true gender and age remained completely unknown.

However, Murakoshi still considered "Mr. K" as a friend he had known for over ten years.
Of course, Murakoshi had his reasons. During their chat, the other man's unreserved and insightful observations
impressed Murakoshi greatly.

Moreover, the two were kindred spirits, sharing unconventional and extreme ideas.
This was the reason Murakoshi considered "Mr. K" a friend of the same ilk. Therefore, for Murakoshi, the man
's background was irrelevant.

While Murakoshi could fully utilize the internet to absorb information, reality couldn't be ignored.
Deliberately cutting himself off from the outside world and staying home was an extremely foolish act. After all,
the pleasure of voyeurism—being able to smell a woman's fragrance while secretly watching—couldn't be derived from the empty world of a screen.

Observing each household as they woke up and the young women rushing to the station on his way to school was
Murakoshi's daily routine, but today he had other considerations. Deviating from his school route, Murakoshi
walked towards the bus lane in the opposite direction from the school.

Soon after, upon arriving at his destination, he secretly gloated with satisfaction…

Last night's conversation revolved around "perverts." The content broadly discussed
methods of sexual harassment, from situational analysis to techniques. They also touched upon the target locations, times, and objects of sexual harassment… making
his conversation with "Mr. K" quite substantial. Furthermore, "Mr. K" specifically recommended some easy
locations for Murakoshi to use.

Indeed, Murakoshi decided to make good use of the information he had gathered during last night's conversation. Now, he was at the bus stop most frequently visited by female students of "
Private Seika Academy.

" Seika Academy is a prestigious girls' school dedicated to cultivating outstanding daughters of wealthy families; its students are generally introverted and adorable, unable to resist
even if sexually harassed on the bus.

This was the information he had obtained from "Mr. K."

Just then, a female student from Seika Academy appeared before Murakoshi, just as he had hoped.

However, the situation was not as simple as he had imagined. A strange tremor ran through Murakoshi's heart. On the surface, he pretended to be waiting for
the bus, but secretly he was observing the girl standing in front of him.

Murakoshi thought, "The uniforms at Seika Academy are pretty good. But I wonder what her figure is like underneath?"

Murakoshi

's gaze gradually moved downwards. Hidden beneath her mini-pleated skirt were her round, shapely buttocks and long,
slender legs. The way the girl occasionally glanced back made Murakoshi's heart flutter—just seeing her
was enough to confirm that the information about her appearance was accurate.

At that moment, Murakoshi truly understood the fact that good girls are never promiscuous. The girl before him had
her face and appearance neatly groomed, giving off a lively impression of someone who loves sports; however,
girls like this are often still virgins. This was
knowledge .

If the object of his affections was this kind of girl, any man would surely want to take advantage of her.

—Okay, it's decided! This girl will be his first experience as a pervert.

After secretly deciding on his prey, Murakoshi's heart pounded with excitement. Just then, the girl
seemed to notice him and shifted her gaze.

(Was he being suspected?) A vague unease crept in.

Murakoshi, as usual, kept his head down and remained silent, his face showing no trace of lust. Furthermore,
his pupils were hidden behind his glasses by his naturally falling hair, so there was no reason for him to
be noticed. Murakoshi suppressed his inner tension, maintaining a composed demeanor.

Soon, as the bus's arrival time approached, the girl turned and walked towards the road. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, this was his first experience. He couldn't afford to be careless or
complacent . He had to act cautiously. He had to satisfy his desires with both caution and boldness.

In the brief moment before the bus arrived, Murakoshi secretly rehearsed several times how to make his move on the girl's buttocks
.

He carefully timed his move and slipped onto the bus. This was also based on "Mr. K's" intelligence.
Successfully , a good position was maintained behind the target. Needless to say, the movements had to be as nonchalant and natural as possible,
neither too far nor too close; the chosen position was practically perfect. While calculating the timing of the strike, the beautiful prey was observed
again .

The girl, oblivious, gazed silently out the bus window.

Although he had fantasized about women many times
, this was his first time actually doing so.

Despite this, he felt no guilt or hesitation; in fact, just imagining what would happen next
excited him immensely. His penis, in sync with his heartbeat, gradually became erect, to the point where he needed to
bend over to conceal it.

Even so, Murakoshi remained cautious. Sexual harassment wasn't limited to physical contact;
any deliberate touch of the body or a part of the body constituted sexual harassment.

Murakoshi carefully concealed his erection, trying to avoid arousing
suspicion.

In the chaotic bus, no one should be able to see his throbbing member hidden beneath his jeans, his filthy, throbbing
intentions. However, this meant Murakoshi couldn't see his prey's shapely buttocks and beautiful legs; yet, for him, it was
foolproof , because he had already prepared for his voyeuristic act.

Thinking of the girl's buttocks and thighs, which could be described as those of a gentle doe, Murakoshi couldn't help but reach out and
touch her buttocks with the back of his hand. Unlike his palm, the back of his hand was more ambiguous, somewhere between intentional and
accidental; having mastered the art of sexual harassment, Murakoshi pretended to touch her accidentally,
quickly touching her with the back of his hand before subconsciously looking away. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl
's surprised reaction, barely able to see her cheeks flushed.

(Heh, great! From now on, I can enjoy myself to the fullest on public transportation like buses.
Experience a woman's warmth and softness…) Murakoshi secretly rejoiced. It was a hidden, perverted, and
nauseating smile.

Then, Murakoshi twisted his wrist, subtly turning his palm outwards. His sliding fingertips touched
the skin beneath her skirt through the fabric, unable to suppress his inner rage.

However, this pleasure didn't last long.

His fingertips, caressing her skin, suddenly felt something amiss, different from what he expected—a strange
, muscular sensation. At the same time, Murakoshi realized a pair of eyes were looking at him from a different direction.

Startled, he glanced in that direction and saw a middle-aged man with a barcode-like hairstyle
staring at him in surprise. Murakoshi momentarily thought he'd been discovered, but he immediately sensed something was wrong. The
silent middle-aged man's eyes revealed confusion and fear.

To find the reason, Murakoshi, knowing it was inappropriate, still moved his neck. He glanced at the girl's shapely buttocks
below . He then realized with horror that there was another
hand between the girl's buttocks and his own. Thick fingers, rough skin, and the hard, uneven surface of the knuckles.

Clearly, it wasn't the girl's hand; moreover, that hand was gripping the girl's buttocks tightly
. Murakoshi finally understood.

Could it be that he wasn't touching the girl's buttocks, but rather the middle-aged man's hand above them?

What on earth was going on?! Had he just been enjoying the old man's groping hand? No wonder he looked
so surprised; besides, the middle-aged man was clearly in the throes of sexual harassment,
so the confusion and cowardice in his eyes were understandable.

He never imagined that his careful preparation and waiting for the right opportunity would lead to such a miserable end.
Although disappointed, Murakoshi quickly rallied and reconsidered.

The question was, what should he do next? Should he share the girl's buttocks with the old man, or stop
him?

But then…

"That man is a pervert!"

Suddenly, the girl screamed in the crowded bus. She then forcefully grabbed
the groping hand that had been harassing her. Having witnessed everything, Murakoshi now had only one course of action.

"She's right! This guy's a pervert!"

Murakoshi shouted, grabbing the man's wrist tightly. Caught in their grasp, the man
froze , speechless. Murakoshi became even more cautious, and
before the man could tremble and try to explain, he kicked him in the shin.

The man, unable to move, contorted in pain. Seeing this, the surrounding passengers rushed forward to surround the middle-aged
man .

"You pervert! Surrender now!"

Angry shouts erupted, causing a commotion. When the bus arrived at its stop, the poor man was forcibly dragged
off .

To cover his tracks, Murakoshi quickly fled amidst the chaos.

—That was close! He almost got caught; sexual harassment certainly has its risks.

After leaving the bus stop, far from the scene of trouble, Murakoshi turned and hid in a nearby shopping street to catch his breath. I've heard that
the students at Seika Academy are all docile and powerless girls. Could it be that the original information was wrong? Or
did something go wrong along the way?

In any case, the data must be revised. I'll also complain to "Mr. K" a bit. I'll use this incident to
ask him for more useful information. Murakoshi, who's always looking to make a quick buck, has already started researching
what to blackmail his victim. And then…

"Hey! You…"

Suddenly called out, Murakoshi turned around and, completely caught off guard, showed a rare
expression of . The source of the voice was none other than his sexually harassed prey—a female student from Seika Academy.

"Haa, haa, I finally caught up with you…"

She seemed to have run to catch up, her breathing hurried and rapid. Her sexy charm was truly alluring.
But this wasn't the time to fantasize about such things.

Had she discovered I was a pervert too? Murakoshi suppressed his unease, deliberately maintaining his usual expressionless face
.

"Um... thank you so much just now!"

The girl's words were beyond Murakoshi's expectations. He let out a soft "Huh?" involuntarily.

"Didn't you help me catch that pervert? I chased after him because I wanted to thank you."

"N-nothing... it was just a small thing, nothing at all..."

"No, I think you're quite brave."

The girl smiled gently, quietly looking at Murakoshi. In contrast, Murakoshi seemed a little uncomfortable, his whole body...
He felt lightheaded. Being thanked and
praised was a first for him.

The girl continued, "My name is Yano Midori. Actually, if it's convenient, could you tell me
your name?"

--What...what a joke!

Murakoshi finally snapped out of it. He absolutely couldn't be
fooled . What if the truth about the sexual harassment incident was revealed, or if he was questioned about why he took that
bus route?

Although he knew it was pointless to say more, Murakoshi was wearing the distinctive
uniform ; although he blamed himself for being too careless, it was too late. At least,
the school Murakoshi attended was now exposed.

Avoiding attention was Murakoshi's style. To prevent future "activities" from causing
trouble , he absolutely had to stick to this. Therefore, there was only one action he should take next.

"My name doesn't matter! Goodbye!"

After leaving those words, Murakoshi fled in a flash.

*** *** *** ***

Late at night... Murakoshi locked himself in his room, sitting at his desk, staring at the computer screen.

He opened their usual private online chat room, where "Mr. K" was already online and waiting. As

soon as Murakoshi entered the chat room, he immediately typed out complaints. Needless to say, the topic of conversation was
the incident involving the female student at Seika Academy that morning.

All the curses in his heart were mixed into the words of the chat. Today should have been a glorious
anniversary of the pervert's misfortune, but it was just a waste of energy and time; not only that, this bad luck
continued .

This was already commonplace and habitual for Murakoshi; however, Murakoshi deliberately exaggerated
his unfortunate experience. Even so, Murakoshi was a smart man after all, he only emphasized that he almost fell into
a dangerous situation of being discovered, and attributed the reason to incorrect information.

So, "Mr. K" sincerely apologized to him, as if he had anticipated the disaster that was about to befall Murakoshi... "

I'm sorry. To express my apology, I'd like to send you a few gifts. I hope you'll find them useful."

Looking at the text displayed side-by-side on the screen, Murakoshi shrugged. It was probably
something ; since the other party offered to send something, there was no reason to refuse.

Murakoshi told "Mr. K" about his private mailbox at the post office. He
had registered , claiming that the home mailbox had been vandalized. In reality, it was for Murakoshi to conveniently receive
items ordered through online auctions or mail-orders.

Ending the chat room conversation early, Murakoshi quickly jumped into bed, preparing to naturally fall asleep after masturbating.
No matter how exhausted he was after a day, he always had the energy for masturbation. If he didn't even have the energy for masturbation
, it would be as if his life was over. This was Murakoshi's consistent principle.

Which girl should he choose?

Today was quite a colorful day. Thinking back to the girl from Seika Academy this morning… I think her name was Yano
Midori? Her soft hips and thighs. Or perhaps, the school beauty in my class, in her gym uniform,
or the girl on the swimming team, in her revealing swimsuit.

Or maybe the female teacher in my class… No, although she's quite pretty, just thinking about her fierce
appearance makes me want to back out. Choosing her is something only a masochist would do.

My mind kept wandering to fantasies. Murakoshi's right hand gripped his throbbing, excited penis even tighter.

*** *** *** ***

After several days of monotonous routine, one day, Murakoshi stopped by the post office
on .

That day was the day "Mr. K" delivered the gift.

He easily picked up the item at the post office counter; it didn't look very big, but it was quite heavy. It
was probably a DVD or a videotape. While he couldn't be too excited, he was still filled with joy.

Murakoshi, habitually glancing around, walked briskly home.

After dinner, he silently retreated to his room. Family gatherings
were unnecessary for him, especially since he hadn't had a serious conversation with his parents in years.
Needless to say, neither side interfered excessively with the other's schedule; on the surface, they merely maintained
the facade .

Murakoshi casually sat down and quickly opened the package. He thought that if this thing wasn't useful
, he could just complain to "Mr. K" a few more times.

Although he opened the box under the wrapping paper, he subtly suppressed his overly expectant
thoughts while contemplating how to complain to "Mr. K." Then, he saw the contents of the box. It looked like a megaphone, or perhaps a toy gun like those carried by teammates

in survival games .
A letter bearing the initials of Murakoshi's surname was also
included in the package.

Murakoshi picked up the letter first. Naturally, it was from "Mr. K." He
glanced the neat handwriting.

"As promised, I'm sending you a gift as a token of my apology. This thing is called a 'Hypnosis Induction Machine.'
It's very easy to use. Just aim it at the person you want to hypnotize and pull the trigger for a few seconds. The following is a simple explanation of its
principle..."

For a moment, it was hard to believe. Could this machine, which looked like a toy, really
achieve the hypnotic effect as the other party claimed?

Impossible. Even if it were truly an item as the name suggests, why would he so easily
give away something so useful? Logically, he should have kept it as his private treasure and enjoyed it
alone .

While asking and answering his own questions, Murakoshi continued reading the article:

"Regarding M-kun's imagination regarding sex, I've long admired it. I believe you definitely
have more room to develop than I do. Although this is a gift for you, I hope you can use it in the future..."
"I would be honored if you could compile a report and send it to me. You can decide the scope of the report yourself.
Of course, I will present you with another gift later to thank you for your hard work in making the report. I hope you can grant
my request?"

I see. In other words, you want me to test this strange machine. In that case, I can understand your
intention . That's good. Great, I can accept it smoothly. But first, I should check its
performance.

At this time, my parents, who were having dinner downstairs, were chatting happily about the same boring
topics .

(I) The IRIS

classroom looked a little different than usual. Including the flowers and plants on campus, and the teachers and
students ... it felt like the world had completely changed.

--This thing is real!

Murakoshi thought of the hypnosis induction machine he had secretly hidden in his schoolbag. If he were to say that it was a bad toy, he
would be punished by the gods. In fact, it was an absolute epoch-making invention.

—Thanks to the superior performance of the hypnosis induction machine, I finally had a space of my own, undisturbed by anyone
.

Although my relationship with my parents was completely ruined—after all, deep-seated problems don't arise overnight—
it didn't really bother Murakoshi. No, it should be said that this result gave Murakoshi a sense
of liberated relief. What was originally a time-consuming, tedious, and laborious deep hypnotic state
could now be achieved in just a few seconds using this machine. Then it was up to fate.

I mustn't disappoint "Mr. K's" expectations. Murakoshi secretly eagerly awaited his opportunity.
He could think of as many ways to use it as he pleased. He didn't need a particularly detailed plan, because overly detailed plans often lead
to irreversible failures due to even minor setbacks. This was
knowledge Murakoshi had gained from his own experience; the important thing was improvisation. Only on-the-spot reactions could spark more
innovative ideas.

That being said, one can't just frantically mess around in order to write a report. If one wants to
do whatever one pleases, it should wait until the testing duties are over, and it's best to focus on certain things for now.

First…

*** *** *** ***

Before morning self-study time, a classroom filled with forty teenage boys and girls was enveloped in a lively
cacophony. Countless small groups of boys and girls were getting increasingly excited over a trivial topic
; the noisiest of all was the group surrounding the school's most popular beauty—Kurazawa Sanae
.

A dark flame flickered in Murakoshi's pupils. Sanae was a true idol on campus,
gentle and approachable. Having loved tea ceremony and flower arrangement since childhood, Sanae belonged to the school's tea ceremony club.
She was practically a well-bred young lady and an excellent model student.

Of course, she never had any intention of bullying Murakoshi. Sometimes, she would even
lend him a helping hand . However, this doesn't mean she has any affection for Murakoshi.

This evidence can be seen in her recent change in attitude towards Murakoshi. Why?
Because in the classroom after school, she witnessed Murakoshi putting women's tight-fitting sports pants over his head
. And those pants happened to be Sanae's. The shock she suffered is unimaginable.

Even so, she didn't publicly report Murakoshi's behavior; that's Sanae's character; not because she
's cowardly. It's because she didn't want to ruin Murakoshi by reporting him. That being said, her attitude towards Murakoshi
can no longer be the same as before; now, she chooses to avoid him.

—Changing Sanae's attitude through hypnosis should be quite interesting!

Murakoshi secretly rejoiced as he shifted his gaze to the girl standing next to Sanae. She was Sanae
's good friend—Kitagawa Aya; a member of the swimming team, a lively and cheerful athletic girl. She had a pure personality and
often spoke her mind directly, without considering her feelings. From a certain perspective…
Her presence was an antithesis to Murakoshi's, because she couldn't hide her impatience with him.

Although she always verbally abused him with blunt words, she herself had no
intention of bullying him. Her large breasts were not only irresistible, but her athleticly sculpted body also seemed
incredibly alluring. Murakoshi stared intently at her full breasts, which were clearly visible even through her clothes, as if licking them,
desperately swallowing the saliva welling up in his mouth.

Choosing Kitagawa Aya wasn't just based on these reasons. It also included her contempt for him and her
various words and actions that showed her disgust for him as if he were a pest; this situation became even more serious after the Sanae incident.
Perhaps it was because Sanae only confided in her best friend Kitagawa Aya. It's understandable that

Murakoshi would think this way. However, that wasn't the case at all. Because Kitagawa Aya noticed the change in
her best friend's attitude... especially her fear of Murakoshi, she couldn't help but
ask Sanae for the reason. However, Sanae didn't answer her.

But it was easy to guess that the real reason was Murakoshi; as a result, Kitagawa Aya's attitude
made it even easier to make that connection. Because of this, Murakoshi felt deeply despised,
rejected like a pest. He was constantly criticized by Kitagawa Aya, who disliked him. However, her sadistic
charm couldn't help but arouse Murakoshi's imagination.

In that case...

being bullied didn't hurt Murakoshi much. He preferred to use it as the best disguise
to hide his true nature. Murakoshi had no intention
of revenge against the classmates who bullied him; moreover, if Murakoshi really wanted to find someone to take revenge on, there was already someone in his mind who was a higher priority than those who
bullied him.

That's right! Therefore, the third person to be tested naturally stood out.

Mayumi Takasaki—Murakoshi's homeroom teacher!!

Mayumi, the only daughter of the school's chairman, is also the heiress of a large conglomerate. She possesses a refined and
beautiful , and her lovely figure exudes a mature charm. Even just based on her beauty alone, she would
undoubtedly be among the top candidates for the entrance exam.

However, the truth was more complex. Mayumi, relying on her status as the pampered daughter of a powerful figure, was arrogant,
willful, and cold-hearted, frequently scolding and physically punishing students. She was, in a sense, a problem teacher;
especially Murakoshi, whom Mayumi seemed to hate as if he were her enemy.

The school bell rang, and Takasaki Mayumi appeared in the classroom. The moment she stepped inside,
a tense silence descended. In the stifling air, everyone was tense,
except for …

—Hmm, Takasaki Mayumi's figure is indeed quite nice. To ravage her mature body. His fantasies
grew increasingly exaggerated.

"Today, I'd like to introduce a new transfer student."

Standing on the podium, Mayumi began her explanation with an air of great effort. Transferring schools at this time was rather
sudden, but any cute girl could become a test subject.

Murakoshi, a slight smirk playing on his lips, looked towards the classroom door, staring at the transfer student with astonishment.
How could this be? It turned out to be the girl who had tried to sexually harass him on the bus.

"Nice to meet you all, my name is Yano Midori. Please take care of me!"
The girl

bowed. The classroom erupted in chatter. Why would she transfer from a prestigious girls' school to
such a second-rate one? It was truly incomprehensible. However, most of the noise came from the excited male students,
who exclaimed in surprise at having such a cute girl in their class. Although they wanted to freely express their barely concealed
excitement, the presence of the violent teacher, Mayumi, prevented them from doing so.

"Well, I'm better at sports than studying,"

Yano Midori said with a friendly smile, introducing herself concisely and effectively. Mayumi then pointed to
an empty seat and asked her to sit down. Murakoshi, filled with trepidation, stared blankly at Yano Midori. To reach
the seat Mayumi had indicated, one had to pass by Murakoshi's seat.

Just as Yano Midori was about to approach, Murakoshi lowered his head. However, his action had the opposite
effect . She suddenly turned to face Murakoshi, her eyes wide.

"Ah! No way, we're in the same class! I'm so glad I made the decision to transfer."

What did she mean? Murakoshi, not understanding her true intentions, looked on suspiciously. He felt
all on him. And what pulled him out of this helpless predicament was Mayumi's impatient voice.

"Yano-san! What are you doing? Hurry up and take a seat."

...

That day, Yano Midori's transfer caused quite a stir on campus. Although it was largely due to her
being from Seika Academy, most of the talk
revolved around her appearance and abilities.

During the morning physical education class, a group of boys who had seen Midori's charm cheered
and jeered .

Unlike the school uniforms that had to be ordered in advance, gym uniforms could be purchased directly from the school's cafeteria.
Wearing the sports t-shirt and tight-fitting athletic pants designated by Kuroko Academy, her slender and supple
limbs, reminiscent of a doe, captivated a group of male classmates. Although her chest was slightly flat, no one
refrained from admiring her beauty.

Moreover, she truly dazzled everyone in the 100-foot sprint time trial. Even
Kitagawa Aya, the class's best sprinter, unexpectedly fell to her.

Generally, while larger breasts are a disadvantage in running, even disregarding this
advantage , Midori still won overwhelmingly in time. No wonder she specifically mentioned her
athletic prowess during her self-introduction.

News of Midori's lightning speed spread throughout the school in no time, and members hoping to recruit her into
the gymnastics team came to watch her performance during breaks in class.

Most of the boys didn't care about any competition results or records; they were more interested in her revealing
athletic attire and her pose…

Before afternoon classes even began, Midori had already given everyone the impression of being as intelligent as they had imagined.
Especially in English class, she didn't get a single word of nagging from Mayumi Takasaki, and her performance was practically perfect.

"Great, okay! Honestly, I wish everyone could be like her!"

Midori felt slightly uneasy about Mayumi's deliberate teasing of her classmates. Perhaps she didn't want to be disliked for something
like this . Fortunately, everyone knew that Mayumi was a
teacher who loved to find excuses to interrogate students, so no one lowered their opinion of Midori because of it.

Incidentally, not only in English class, but even the teachers of other subjects praised Midori highly;
she was practically a super transfer student. Of course, during breaks in class, she was surrounded by a group of people.

"Yano-kun, you're really amazing! Could you help me with my homework sometime?"

"N-no... it's nothing, it's not about helping... it's just that I happened to have it at my previous school
."

Her humble attitude won everyone's favor; she was approachable and down-to-earth.
Generally speaking , girls like her who stand out are easily envied. However, the cheerful and lively Midori
didn't evoke any dislike, and in the blink of an eye, she got along well with her classmates.
Only Murakoshi suffered from intense anxiety.

During lunch break, Midori was surrounded by a group of classmates and didn't have time to talk to Murakoshi. Needless to say, Murakoshi
himself tried his best to avoid her. Even so, he was still worried that the sexual harassment incident might be exposed
at any time. Even if a hypnotic induction machine could be used in an emergency, the anxiety
didn't disappear.

Murakoshi endured this anxiety until school ended. As a result, Midori
didn't mention the bus incident at all, which was unrelated to Murakoshi's anxiety. However, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief
, Midori, who was in the classroom, suddenly spoke to him.

"Um... that... Murakoshi?"

Midori called someone's name with a sweet smile. Perhaps she noticed that Murakoshi was deliberately avoiding the topic.
She seemed a little cautious when she spoke.

Conversely, Murakoshi was thinking that if she used the bus incident to coerce him, she could become...
A victim of the hypnotic induction machine. Although he already had a considerable understanding of her from their first encounter at the bus stop,
her appearance now seemed even more extraordinary and breathtaking.

Using her as a test subject was truly impeccable!

Just as he reached into his bag containing the hypnotic induction machine, a female classmate called out Midori's name in the hallway
.

"Yano-san, Mr. Takasaki wants to see you in the staff office."

After nodding in response, Midori hurriedly told Murakoshi, "Um… if you could,
could you wait for me… really, if you'd like to wait for me. Because I have something I want to
tell you…"

With that, Midori left the classroom.

Murakoshi secretly calculated that since they were already in the same class, his chances of avoiding her were limited. He had to
shut her up, prevent her from mentioning the bus incident, or force her to remain silent using the hypnotic induction machine.

At that moment, Murakoshi felt another unease. If Midori told Mayumi everything… that would be
a very serious problem.

Regardless, the hypnosis induction machine should be used immediately. Coincidentally, I originally intended to use Mayumi as one of the
test subjects, so this makes things much easier.

Let's go, let's begin. It's as if I can hear the bugle call to battle.

Murakoshi walked towards the faculty office, spying on the activity inside. However, he didn't see Midori or
Mayumi .

If they're not here, they should be in the "guidance room." As the daughter of the chairman of the board, Mayumi often
uses privileges to use certain offices in the school as her private rooms under the name of "guidance room."
The room located at the end of the first-floor corridor is a place that no one on campus wants to approach. Murakoshi walked in
that direction.

He stopped in front of the guidance room door and quietly spyed on the activity inside. It felt like someone was inside. It seemed like
someone was talking. Murakoshi listened intently.

"If all students were like Yano Midori, there wouldn't be any problems."

"Takasaki-sensei, that's true, but being too strict might backfire..."

It seemed to be a conversation between a young woman and a middle-aged man. Murakoshi quietly peeked into the room. Standing at the slightly ajar
door were Mayumi and Shibayama, the principal of Kurokoro Academy. Midori was nowhere to be seen.

"Whether it's too strict is for me, the teacher, to decide!"

"However, I also have a responsibility to supervise."

Although Principal Shibayama looked very troubled, Mayumi insisted on her position.

"Shouldn't the person supervising the school be the chairman of the board?"

Speaking of Mayumi's father, he not only served as the chairman of Kurokoro Academy but also ran
businesses in various other fields in his early years, and was once a super-rich man. As for Principal Shibayama, he was at best just an ordinary
office worker. He had no room to argue when his employer, the chairman of the board, was mentioned.

Suddenly, a fawning smile appeared on his lips. "Oh...you're absolutely right, I understand
."

"My teaching methods won't change because of this."

"I just hope you can use the most peaceful methods possible."

The principal's face was clearly plastered with a flattering smile before he left the room. The principal was completely
unaware of Murakoshi hiding behind the wall directly in front of him, only glancing indifferently at the instruction room.

"Unbearable, hopeless wild girl! Oh well, these simple girls are actually easier
to deal with." Shibayama muttered to himself, then strode away.

After watching his back disappear, Murakoshi continued to hide behind the pillar for a while. From their conversation
, it seemed that Yano Midori had already escaped his torment.

Murakoshi tried again to guess the implication of the principal's words. It must be related to what he muttered as he left
. Therefore, he decided to peek into the instruction room again. However, the result was completely
unexpected . Mayumi, who had been furious and unreasonable until just moments before, now had a delighted
smile on her face!

"Hehe…this will surely lower his guard. I should be able to make my move more easily."

Hearing Mayumi's self-talk, Imamura Koshi finally realized. He understood that it was all a facade.
Mayumi was deliberately playing the role of a "hysterical woman." Imamura Koshi himself was also using acting skills
to deceive others. Although their roles were completely different, it was precisely because of this that he understood Mayumi's
calculations better—someone like her, who always got angry over trivial matters, could easily be mistaken for a simple-minded
person.

Mayumi often scolded Imamura Koshi with things like, "What are you looking at! That look in your eyes, I can't stand it! What are you thinking about all this time without
saying a word !" On the contrary, Murakoshi found her to be quite perceptive, leaving
no room for deception, and vaguely sensed that she was more than just a hysterical woman.

In that sense, Mayumi also harbored suspicions about the role Murakoshi was playing. Both of them were imposters,
playing the role of deceivers. However, Murakoshi still couldn't understand why Mayumi would go to
such lengths to become the school's public enemy.

Murakoshi suddenly became very interested in this, including whether Midori had told Mayumi about what happened on the bus. Now, an
urge to get to the bottom of it all surged through him. He made up his mind, knocked on the door, and
stepped inside.

"Takasaki-sensei, I'm sorry to bother you..."

Mayumi, who had been investigating something, spread a large bundle of files on the table, looking startled by the sudden
intruder . Naturally, this place wasn't one that people dared to approach casually
; moreover, the intruder was the least likely person to enter.

"Murakoshi? What's the matter?" Mayumi asked warily.

There was another reason why Murakoshi felt she had no chance. In fact, Mayumi's aikido skill had
reached at least a dan level, a fact known to everyone on campus. Similarly, for Murakoshi, a true sports
idiot , there was no way he could possibly defeat her. The two, their eyes locked in a standoff, understood this perfectly well. Therefore,
while remaining wary of Murakoshi, Mayumi tried to calm herself down.

"I'm sorry for suddenly coming here. Um... by the way... actually, I have something I want to ask Takasaki-
sensei ."

"What do you want to ask me?" Mayumi's sharp gaze pierced through Murakoshi's pretense.

Murakoshi cut to the chase, hitting the nail on the head: "Why are you acting, sir? Why do you always
pretend to be angry?"

"What acting... what nonsense are you spouting? I'm not pretending to be angry! I really am..." Regardless
of whether it was acting or not, Mayumi, who was making no attempt to hide her anger, was glaring fiercely at Murakoshi.

However, her reaction was exactly what he had expected. He grabbed the hypnosis induction
machine he had secretly hidden in his sports jacket and pointed it directly at Mayumi's eyes. Mayumi's habit of carefully observing things had now become her Achilles'
heel. Her pupils were fixed on the strange beam of light emitted from the strange machine that Murakoshi was holding.

"Uh...?"

The intense beam of light made her dizzy and lose focus. Her hand, which had been trying to block the beam of light,
lost , hovering helplessly at her chest. Simultaneously, a sharp sonic wave struck Mayumi,
interrupting the commands in her brain.

Her body instantly stiffened, unable to move; her ears and head were filled with resonant sounds; her consciousness
was trapped in a black hole constructed of beam and sound. Even with her desperate resistance, she was sucked into the black hole. No matter
how deep she fell, it was an endless black hole. Thus, Takasaki Mayumi fell into a hypnotic sleep.

Exhausted and powerless, her wrists drooped limply. Her eyes stared blankly into the air. The teacher's defenseless
body was fully visible to Murakoshi. Such a lewd body made Murakoshi smile involuntarily.

From today onward, and from this moment on, he could abuse her body at any time. This was Murakoshi's privilege;
just as Mayumi had done, he would make full use of this privilege. All of this was thanks to the teacher's effective teaching
.

"Takasaki Mayumi...you are now in a deep hypnotic state. And you will feel very
comfortable ."

"Yes, it feels very...comfortable..." Although her tone sounded rather slow,
Mayumi responded immediately.

"Please answer my questions honestly. You cannot hide a single word."

After saying that, Murakoshi asked her about Yano Midori. He learned from her what Midori had said to
Mayumi and understood that she hadn't told him about what happened on the bus. Murakoshi continued to question her.

"Why does Takasaki-sensei always pretend to be angry?" "

It's to make the principal...relax his hostility towards me. I...am investigating...his improper
dealings. I suspect he embezzled...school funds...evidence..."

I see, so that's what happened. She was probably ordered by her father to infiltrate the school to conduct
the investigation . But there's no need to be distracted by the investigation now. Let me help her get rid of this constraint as soon as possible.
Because I have an even more interesting task for her… of course, it's to make her my personal sex
slave.

Murakoshi decided to first finalize the hypnotic key phrase. According to "MRK's" instructions, frequent use of
the hypnosis induction machine could potentially damage the other person's brain. Therefore, to
easily hypnotize the other person without the induction machine, a key phrase must be set beforehand. Simply reciting that key phrase will
immediately induce a deep hypnotic state—a so-called magic spell.

After quick thought, Murakoshi chose "Arrogant Brown Brush." From now on, whenever she hears this
hypnotic command, she will immediately enter a deep hypnotic state, and then it will be my personal happy time.

(Perform like a female teacher. Use your body to teach sex education!) Murakoshi secretly
rejoiced.

"Murakoshi, who's standing right in front of you, seems to have discovered that you're secretly investigating something. If he finds
out, the consequences will be unimaginable, won't they?"

"Indeed... This matter... must not be known to a second person."

"In that case, you must make Murakoshi understand that you are just an ordinary teacher. Therefore, you have
a responsibility to properly re-educate Murakoshi. Teachers have an obligation to educate students. Whatever Murakoshi
wants to know, you must gently teach him no matter what. There can be no hesitation or doubt about the content of
the question . Of course, you must never scold him or resort to violence."

"Yes... I will teach him... Education... is my duty... because I am... a teacher."

(And so, Mayumi became a perfect sex educator, my personal female teacher.)
Murakoshi smiled contentedly. "Takasaki-sensei, when I count to three, you will wake up from your hypnotic state
. After waking up, you will begin tutoring Murakoshi. So... I'll count now. One, two,
three!"

Mayumi, suddenly snapping back to reality, blinked several times. However, she immediately recognized Murakoshi and spoke:
"Well then, let's begin the lesson. Since I'm your teacher, I have an obligation to teach you.
Is there anything you don't understand? I'll teach you in the easiest way to understand..."

It was unimaginable that such gentle words would come from Mayumi's mouth.
Mayumi, who usually only yelled at and refuted her students, was now smiling at Murakoshi as if she were fawning over him.

"Takasaki-sensei... I... there's something I really want to understand..."

Mayumi's attitude was completely different, making Murakoshi smile wryly. "What is it?
You can ask anything."

"Actually, I want to have a better understanding of women's underwear. What kind of
underwear ?"

If he had asked her this kind of question normally, he wouldn't be surprised if she beat him half to death instantly. However,
Mayumi wasn't angry at all. Instead, she smiled gently at him and said, "I'm wearing pink underwear today
! Your favorite kind!"

"I want to know more details. Can you show me? I think it's easier to understand if I see the real
thing . And it's easier for the teacher to teach that way, right?"

"Hmm, you're right... I also think teaching with real objects... is better."

She verbally agreed, but a hint of hesitation lingered. Perhaps it was a hidden
will within Mayumi, a resistance she was trying to overcome. However, subconsciously, her "
duty as a teacher" remained her primary consideration. She slowly loosened her tie and began unbuttoning her vest and shirt
.

Once all the buttons were undone, Mayumi smiled, showing Murakoshi her bra; a pungent,
feminine scent wafted from within.

"Look, this is Teacher's underwear!"

Murakoshi gasped in surprise. After all, the realism and presence of it all felt different. Moreover,
even encased in the bra cups, Mayumi's breasts were as full as he had imagined.

Murakoshi pressed further, "I also hope to take this opportunity to see Teacher
's panties."

Even under the spell of hypnotic suggestion, Mayumi hesitated for a moment. However,
as had to guide Murakoshi no matter what. Then, she lifted the high
slit of her skirt, spreading her legs as if sitting on a table.

"Is...is this okay? Can I see clearly?" Perhaps it was shame, or perhaps it was
humiliation , but Mayumi's eyes looked moist, and her cheeks flushed.

Murakoshi was quite excited by her completely different behavior. The fabric covering her lustful body was
a mature woman's blouse. He hadn't expected Mayumi's body to be so voluptuous and
sexy .

"Your panties look nice...I wonder if they feel different? Can I touch them
?"

"Hmm...Sure! You're really...studying very diligently."

Murakoshi excitedly touched Mayumi's bra.
The feel . Although Mayumi let out a slight sigh, she maintained a smile.

Having tasted the sweetness, Murakoshi began to vigorously knead her breasts. Those were a pair of full, soft breasts,
possessing a powerful shape and excellent elasticity. Murakoshi vigorously kneaded their full, mature breasts, reveling in their
rich texture.

"Ugh! Touching them so hard… no… oh…" Mayumi blurted out, not
in a scolding tone , but more like a persuasive one. Even with external stimulation, the hypnosis didn't seem to break down
.

Even so, Murakoshi decided it was safer to proceed cautiously for now. "Excuse me, I wanted to
check the fabric's strength."

"I-Is that so… in that case, feel it then." Nodding slightly, Mayumi deliberately thrust out her chest.

Thanks to her action, Murakoshi was able to nonchalantly let his fingers wander
between her full breasts, sometimes lifting her bra, sometimes pulling it up along with the fabric. The movements continued for a while, and
the flesh encased in the cups seemed to be growing larger. At the same time, a feminine scent intensified;
the erect nipples could be clearly felt even through the bra.

"Let's check this side too."

Before the words were even finished, Murakoshi reached down and touched Mayumi's crotch. His fingertips touched the indentation of her panties…
no, he should say he enjoyed the sensation of her wetness inside. This area felt incredibly soft and warm.

"Ah… um! Haa… haa…"

His fingers, idly roaming the smooth silk, inadvertently pinched her sensitive flesh.

"Ah… gulp! Heh… um! No… inside the pants… if the inside of the pants gets pulled
up … ugh!"

Ignoring Mayumi's feelings, Murakoshi gripped the thin fabric tightly and pulled hard. It was as if
he were lifting , stimulating her wetness. Despite this torment, Mayumi, who remained silent, breathed
rapidly.

"Almost… almost enough, right?" Finally unable to endure any longer, Mayumi muttered softly.
The thin cloth, nestled in the crevice of her alluring flesh, was already completely soaked.

Murakoshi, a satisfied smile on his face, suggested continuing to the next lesson. "Yes, thank you for your guidance,
teacher . I have a thorough understanding of women's underwear. Next, please teach me about the female
anatomy. Because I'm a boy, I'm not very clear about the female body. Could you use
Takasaki-sensei's body to teach me this knowledge?"

Murakoshi stared intently at Mayumi, but Mayumi had no reason to refuse. After adjusting her breathing,
Mayumi confirmed with Murakoshi again, "This kind of knowledge... it's best to teach with real objects... it's easier to understand,
right?"

Murakoshi nodded, and Mayumi immediately and deftly removed her clothes, revealing herself wearing only panties, and
continued to unhook her bra. Her full breasts, barely squeezed into the bra, swayed violently from side to side. Next, she took off
her panties. The way Mayumi simultaneously removed her panties and stockings from her ample buttocks appeared exceptionally lewd.

In a short while, Mayumi, completely naked and wearing high heels, appeared before Murakoshi's eyes.

What an incredibly beautiful figure! Murakoshi stared at her body, mesmerized and speechless.
Defying gravity, her full breasts, adorned with small, adorable cherry blossom-colored
nipples ; below were a slender waist and full buttocks, while the slightly dense
pubic hair on her flat lower abdomen presented a naturally disheveled look.

"How should I explain this properly... Oh, right! First of all, the most significant difference between men and women is
the breasts that can nurse infants. The size varies depending on individual physique." "

And what impact do the differences in sexual organs have?"

Hearing Murakoshi's question, Mayumi sat down without hesitation, spreading her legs wide to let Murakoshi
see for himself. Murakoshi stared at the undisguised secret garden before him, and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Those guys in the class would never imagine that the proud Mayumi Takasaki is so
lewd !

" "I'm going to start explaining now, so please look carefully."

Even though she didn't say it, the pupils behind Murakoshi's glasses had been staring intently at a certain point since earlier. The reason Murakoshi
was bending over to peek was probably because his penis was already swollen and throbbing.

To make it easier for Murakoshi to observe, Mayumi parted her labia with her fingers, giving him a
clear . The slightly moist, pinkish mucous membrane, the very narrow opening, and the clitoris hidden beneath the labia—
from the urethra to the anus—were all reflected in Murakoshi's pupils.

Murakoshi further discovered something that surprised him greatly. "N-no way…could this be…
the hymen…?"

"Ah! It might be harder to see further in. Please forgive me!"

(There's really no need to apologize! This is wonderful, Takasaki-sensei! I
'll take care of breaking through your hymen with my penis!)

Although Mayumi was the daughter of a wealthy family, he never expected her to be a virgin. Looking at the thin flesh
glistening , Murakoshi was deeply moved.

"This hole is the vaginal opening. After a man's genitals are inserted here, he will
reproduce ."

(I really want to insert my male genitals and ejaculate inside. I really want Takasaki Mayumi to give birth to my baby.
No, I absolutely want her to reproduce my offspring!) Murakoshi's lustful gaze pierced through Mayumi's almost
pinkish-white soft walls.

Mayumi continued to explain to Murakoshi that she had heard some elementary schools were using dolls and models of sexual organs
to conduct Mayumi's attitude at this time was
as calm as if she were teaching a subject.

"The small hole above the vagina is the urethra, which is the outlet for urine... The hole at the bottom is
the anus ..."

(That's right. In short, your anus will also be offered to me. And I'll dilate your urethra while I'm at it...)
Murakoshi listened to the explanation while indulging in endless fantasies, and a distorted
smile ; moreover, even though he knew it all, he deliberately pretended to be stupid and asked questions.

"What's that little bean-like thing above the urethra?"

"That's the clitoris, the most sensitive spot for women; touching it gives a stronger
sensation , it's a sexual organ designed to increase sensitivity..."

Although Mayumi explained earnestly like a teacher, the content was extremely common
knowledge . Of course, as a mere English teacher, she wouldn't have any medical or anatomical
expertise. Murakoshi believed that Mayumi's explanation of the clitoris was based on her own experience, so he asked her
to try it .

"So, how do women achieve pleasure? Can you demonstrate it for me?"

"Well... it varies from person to person, so the sensations are different..."

Her hesitation only proved that Mayumi's
explanation was indeed based on her own experience. Murakoshi, with a smug look on his face, felt an urge to see Mayumi's suspicious expression.

"Just do it the way you usually do, Ms. Takasaki. I really want to learn this lesson anyway."

"I understand... Watch carefully and remember it well."

(I will remember everything I see. To be honest, I would really like to take
pictures , but I can't risk leaving any evidence right now.) Murakoshi insisted on his position as an audience member.

"I think... if it were me, I would first use my fingers to gently stroke the area near the entrance of the vagina."

Mayumi explained, with a subtle movement of touching and not touching, caressing
the edge of the bud that was pushed open by her fingers, occasionally rubbing the surrounding area with her fingertips, and then gently pushing it. It was an extremely gentle touch-based masturbation
method, but even so, the body that exuded the fragrance of a female teacher was slowly getting warm.

"Hoo-hoo...ah...ah...um, hoo-hoo! And then...um!
Once ...the inner mucous membrane...rubs up and down...ah...ah!" Mayumi explained in detail her
masturbation method and demonstrated it in practice, "You also need to caress the hole on your little butt a little...hoo-
hoo!um! Next, this time, thrust hard into the entrance...ah! Thrust...in...um!
Thrust, thrust in!"

Accompanied by lustful moans, her breathing became more rapid. From the secret hole that Mayumi was concentrating on thrusting,
a large amount of sticky lustful nectar seeped out. With the continuous overflow of love fluid, the secret garden instantly became a wet
grass garden.

"Um!ah! Use your fingers to go in...ah!ah! Insert...insert deeper!"

With her middle finger slightly bent, she used the part of the second joint that was bent into a mountain shape to press into the flower bud and rub it intensely
.

Judging from her inability to fully insert her fingers into her vagina, she was indeed a genuine virgin.
Even so, the obscene "glug-glug" sounds echoed throughout the entire instruction room. At this
point , her hymen shouldn't be broken, but her intense movements made Murakoshi break out
in a cold sweat.

"Ah, ahhh! So...so good! Haaah! More...good than usual!"

Is it because I'm watching that you're more excited? Logically, one shouldn't want anyone to see their wanton masturbation
. Nevertheless, the movements of her fingers continued unabated.

Mayumi twisted her waist from side to side, swaying her round buttocks, and after several soft moans, she slumped into a daze, letting
the overflowing fluids flow down her inner thighs in several strands.

"Aren't you going to caress your little clitoris?"

"Ah! Little clitoris... um! My little clitoris is about to climax... climax... it feels like it's about to climax!"
For Mayumi, intensifying the pleasure of her vulva was like reaching orgasm. Her little clitoris, which hadn't
been was now erect, two centimeters high, swollen beyond the bud. What an obscene
clitoris! After becoming engorged with blood, it seemed to be spasming as if it were about to become even larger.

"Ah! Um! I, I'm about to climax! Ugh! Yah! Ah, ah, ah!"

--You're about to climax, aren't you? Well then, let me take care of your clitoris for you! In order to bring Mayumi to the point of orgasm, Murakoshi slowly picked up her clitoris with his fingers, twisting it

like turning a key .
The moment she was pinched, Mayumi's body reflexively jumped up... A moment of
silence ; then, Takasaki Mayumi reached her climax.

"Ugh! Uh... Oh! Ahhh! Ahhh... Uh... Ah! Uh-hahhhhhh..."
With a cry and a trembling waist, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from between her thighs, as if she were urinating.

"Ah! Ugh... I've... come again!" Perhaps stimulated by the squirting, or perhaps because of
Murakoshi's stimulation of her clitoris, Mayumi reached orgasm several times in succession. In her euphoric state, she planned to
explain the process to Murakoshi in her capacity as a teacher.

"Ah... this is... ha! A woman's... pleasure..."

She used the body of a dignified female teacher to conduct sex education, allowing Murakoshi to understand the structure of female genitalia.

(Please continue to guide me. Well then, it's time to clean up the mess!) Murakoshi stood up and
recited the hypnotic command: "Arrogant and conceited brush!"

Mayumi, who had fallen into a deep sleep again, felt difficulty breathing, but her blank and lost face remained
expressionless . Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Murakoshi secretly stuffed her bra and panties into his pocket and
instructed her to put on her clothes. Completely naked, without even a bra, Mayumi simply put on her outer garment;
beneath her high-slit skirt, the still-oozing vaginal fluid stained her stockings.

"Takasaki-sensei, although you're not wearing underwear right now, it's not particularly strange.
Wear this until you go home after school today..."

Afterwards, Murakoshi ordered Mayumi to completely forget about their meeting there. Of course,
Murakoshi also used hypnosis to make Mayumi appear to like him.

However, such a sudden change was easily noticed by onlookers. To continue exercising his
privileges, this matter absolutely could not be known to anyone. Since that's the case, Mayumi Takasaki might as well maintain
her original self, remaining her usual ruthless, unrestrained, and cold-blooded teacher persona—scolding people indiscriminately, beating them
up wrong…

"After I leave the guidance room and close the door, Teacher Takasaki will awaken from her hypnotic state
."

With that, Murakoshi walked towards the corridor. He casually closed the door, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings.

This was the guidance room that everyone avoided like the plague, so there shouldn't be any possibility of being spied on;
even if someone saw him leaving the guidance room, he could still
use the excuse of being scolded by the teacher again, as usual, to get away with it.

Murakoshi suppressed the urge to burst into laughter, tightly gripping the hypnosis induction machine hidden under his sports jacket
.

(Today was so much fun! And tomorrow will probably be even more fun!)

*** *** *** *** ***

Back in the classroom, Murakoshi was startled. He hadn't expected Yano Midori to still be there.

"Ah, Murakoshi. Since your bag is still here, I stayed to wait for you."

Staring blankly at the smiling Midori, Murakoshi reflected on his own absentmindedness.

—She's a girl not to be underestimated. From the first time we met, my feelings have been deeply influenced by this
girl .

"Um… it's like this…"

Midori had only spoken halfway when Murakoshi slowly picked up the hypnosis induction machine and pointed it at his nose.

There was no need for any tricks; to get it over with quickly, Murakoshi pulled the trigger on the dazed girl.
When Midori looked directly at the beam of light emitted from her eyes, her body felt a spasm. Accompanied by
a surge of , she was instantly brought into a hypnotic state.

After that, she remained motionless, as if her body had been sewn shut... no, she could
n't . Her limp appearance resembled a doll; except, this doll could breathe.

"Come on, let's finish this quickly," Murakoshi muttered to himself.

"Yano, you're in a very deep hypnotic state right now. This state makes you feel very
comfortable !"

"Yes...it feels very comfortable..."

"You, you caught a pervert on the bus, right?"

"Yes...with Murakoshi...caught a pervert."

(If she remembers all of this, that's a real problem!)

Murakoshi said, "You caught the pervert by yourself. Murakoshi didn't ride that bus. The first
time I met Murakoshi was after you transferred to this school, understand? You didn't
see him on the bus."

"Yes...I never...saw him..."

And so, the bus sexual harassment incident vanished into thin air. Although being thanked by the talented and beautiful Midori
wasn't a bad feeling, Murakoshi didn't want to cause trouble. To be on the safe side, he had to set hypnotic
keywords . Because sooner or later, she would also become one of the experimenters.

Murakoshi chose the phrase "a ponytail flying in the air," and like Mayumi,
she would .

"Yano, after I leave the classroom, you will wake up from your hypnotic state. Then, you
will forget everything about meeting me today. You will also forget that you were hypnotized."

"Yes... I will forget." After saying this, Midori's blank eyes remained fixed on the distance.

Standing beside him, Murakoshi put the hypnosis induction device into his bag. He glanced briefly at Midori, then left
the classroom. (No matter what, he had to try different things!) The fantasies that surfaced in his mind excited

both his heart and his genitals , and he walked towards the stairwell. 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　After putting his indoor shoes away in the shoe cabinet, as soon as he stepped out of the school gate, he saw a familiar figure. It was Kitagawa Aya, who was finishing her club activities and preparing to go home. 　　Suddenly, an idea struck him, and Murakoshi decided to follow Aya. He would keep a suitable distance, following her closely yet distantly. This level of stalking was a piece of cake for Murakoshi. 　　Aya walked quickly, not going around to another place, but heading straight home. As soon as she reached her door, she immediately calmed her flustered breathing and looked around. 　　Murakoshi hurriedly hid in the shadows. Fortunately, Aya was only focused on the direction she was walking, and probably never expected that there would be a terrible pervert just a few meters behind her. Murakoshi watched her cautious appearance.

"Ah, Yu! You just got back?"

(Yu? Who's that?) Looking towards the person Aya was greeting, she saw a petite
boy.

"Yeah. Aya, you too? You got back pretty early today!"

"Because club activities ended early today."

The two exchanged pleasantries, seemingly very close. At this moment, Murakoshi felt a strange sense of
irritation , but on the other hand, he didn't want to miss a single word, so he pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"By the way, would you like to come in for some cake or a cup of tea? I happen to have some today."

"Really? Thank you. Then I won't be polite."

The two walked into the Kitagawa residence together, seemingly in a good mood .
Murakoshi, who had been secretly watching their actions from the shadows, stared in disbelief at the expression on Aya's face. Her smile at this moment was something even her
best friend, Kurasawa Sanae, had never seen before.

(So that's it, that kind of smile of hers...!) The irritation turned into burning anger. For a long while, Murakoshi
stood there, stunned. Unable to swallow his resentment, he hesitated to head home.

He didn't know how much time had passed. Unconsciously, although the anger was subsiding, the
restlessness hadn't lessened at all.

The boy from before came out of the entrance hall alone. It seemed tea time was over.

Murakoshi observed the boy again. He had a delicate and cute face, the so-called "pretty boy."
The boy went straight into the house next door. Murakoshi emerged from the shadows and looked at
the house number; it read "Sehara," suggesting that the two were childhood friends.

His anger flared up again. For Murakoshi,
there were no sisters, not even a childhood friend, a foster sister, or a sister-in-law.

—It wasn't because of jealousy… absolutely not! But… well, whatever, I
still have the hypnosis machine. With it, I can change everything.

Thinking this way, he felt a strange sense of anticipation.

(If the two of them fell in love with each other because of me...) A dark flame ignited in Murakoshi's heart...

(II) Hypnosis

"Good morning, Murakoshi..."

Murakoshi heard someone call his name at the top of the stairs. He turned around and saw Yano Midori arriving
at school .

It was three minutes before self-study. Perhaps it was the fatigue from his first day at the new school, or the side effects of being hypnotized the day before
, that made him arrive at school so close to being late. For Murakoshi, being late was commonplace,
but...

"What a cool breeze, it feels like a very comfortable morning!"

So what, what was he trying to say? Facing the smiling Midori, Murakoshi just shrugged. The hypnosis
effect should be flawless; he could say that he had nothing to do with her anymore.

Murakoshi turned away coldly.

"Excuse me... Excuse me, Murakoshi, are you free during your lunch break? Um... I have something... I want to
talk to you about."

--What! What on earth is going on!?

He almost shouted it out. Each time, Midori would sneak in when Murakoshi wasn't looking.
Thanks to yesterday's hypnotic suggestion, she'd completely forgotten about the bus incident; in other words,
it was practically their first meeting. But why?

"What do you think...? After lunch..."

"I know... okay. Let's meet on the rooftop after lunch," Murakoshi replied, feigning
calmness .

As soon as he finished speaking, Midori's face lit up with excitement. "R-really... Yeah,
see you on the rooftop!"

Midori waved energetically and quickly ran into the classroom.

Watching her retreating figure, Murakoshi sighed. Since it was almost time to be late,
there were few people around on the stairs, and no one witnessed their conversation; given that the other was the center of attention throughout the school,
it would be good enough if things went smoothly without messing things up.

Murakoshi accepted the invitation to confirm something. Was the hypnosis induction machine's effect only
temporary , or had he made a mistake somewhere? After considering many possibilities, he wanted to confirm
its effectiveness; needless to say, simply uttering the key words on the spot would provide immediate confirmation. However, Murakoshi still
didn't put this idea into practice.

To be cautious, meeting on the rooftop during lunch break seemed to be the best decision.

After another deep sigh, Murakoshi picked up his bag containing the hypnosis induction machine. And then…

"Oh no! There's no time left…"

Hearing that cry, he felt a sudden, violent slam on his back, followed by a dizzying sensation.

"Ouch!"

Ouch! It really hurt. His shoulder, which had slammed hard against the floor, throbbed with pain.

However, the one who cried out wasn't Murakoshi. He had barely slowly stood up when he was immediately berated
.

"What the hell are you doing, Murakoshi! Why are you standing in that place for no reason! It hurts like hell!"

You're the one who bumped into me, aren't you? Murakoshi coldly stared at the shrewish woman cursing before her. This woman
was none other than Kitagawa Aya. Completely disregarding Murakoshi, the victim, she hurriedly put her shoes in the locker and
planned to walk straight into the classroom.

"If I'm late, it's all your fault!"

(If she had left home earlier, she wouldn't have been late! And now she's
trying to blame it on someone else—what an unreasonable and domineering person. Her breasts are so
big because of her stubborn personality.) Murakoshi, determined not to argue, silently protested in her heart.

Then, she blurted out, "Even if you're late, it's not my fault."

"It is you! You bumped into me first and then tried to deny it."

"I wasn't the one who bumped into you, and if you had arrived at school earlier…"

Suddenly, Aya seemed somewhat timid. Murakoshi, who rarely spoke back, not only dared to contradict her today but also
confidently retorted. The development of events was beyond her expectations.

Even so, Aya couldn't remain silent. "Stop talking nonsense! You were the one who bumped into me first, and
you still dare to be so arrogant! I have a lot of reasons!"

"Just buy a bicycle, that'll solve the problem... Besides, you're quite confident in your physical strength."

"Of course I have a bicycle! Speaking of bicycles..." Aya suddenly hesitated,
stammering .

Murakoshi looked at her strangely.

"N-nothing! In short, it's all your fault!" As if she had vented, she turned to
leave ran towards the classroom.

(What's wrong with her! She doesn't seem to be unable to ride a bicycle, could there be some
reason why she doesn't want to ride to school?) Murakoshi shrugged and followed Aya towards the classroom.

Murakoshi dared to show such a rare toughness, undoubtedly
due ; coupled with witnessing Aya talking to her childhood friend yesterday, his anger was still
burning.

Further investigation revealed that this was absolutely related to the unease Midori had instilled in him.

Murakoshi was the last to enter the classroom, and as soon as he sat down, the bell rang. Takasaki Mayumi
followed .

"Alright! Time to start self-study! I hope no one is late!"

The day began with Mayumi's angry rebuke. In the monotonous routine of daily life, Murakoshi finally witnessed
a version of himself different from usual—a version even different from yesterday. Like
waiting a dentist, he felt lost and bewildered; and there was also a nameless irritability and anger. Controlling his emotions
was more difficult than he had imagined.

...

Lunch break. After hastily gulping down the unsold, unpopular bread from the school cafeteria with a canned coffee,
Murakoshi quickly finished his lunch. Then, avoiding his classmates' eyes, he swiftly hid the hypnosis induction device inside his
sports jacket.

Everything was ready. To avoid arousing suspicion, Murakoshi casually left his seat.

Midori, who was still eating her bento, hurriedly finished
her meal .

(Damn it! Why make it so obvious!) Murakoshi cursed inwardly as he headed towards the rooftop.

Schools, bearing one of the responsibilities of managing society,
usually
from becoming breeding grounds for accidents or delinquent groups. However, Kuroi Niji Academy deliberately opened its rooftop to students.
Although the number of students using the rooftop space was pitifully small, because who would be so bored as to climb the stairs to
the rooftop to exercise their calf muscles?

Facing Midori, who arrived several minutes late, Murakoshi deliberately probed, "You called me... to
talk about the bus incident...?"

"Huh? The bus... what exactly happened?" Midori looked blank.

A closer look at her eyes revealed she wasn't acting. In other words, she had
completely forgotten about the bus incident. The hypnotic command had clearly worked perfectly.

(Give me back the lifespan I lost due to stress! Anxiety will only make things worse!) Murakoshi clicked
his tongue softly, "Ah... it's nothing... nothing at all! So... what is it you're talking about?"

Midori seemed unusually hesitant. After a long pause, she glanced at Murakoshi's face,
"Th-this... I wanted to ask you, Murakoshi... are you... dating any girl?"

(What... what?! No, no way...) This time, a different kind of irritation overwhelmed Murakoshi.

"If... um... if not... um..."

(This girl... could she... have feelings for me?) Things had taken a completely unexpected
turn .

--No, wait a minute! I need to think this through calmly! Murakoshi tried to figure out the answer himself. If Midori
's feelings for me stemmed from remembering the bus incident, I could understand. But even though
she'd forgotten what happened before, she still harbored feelings for me—how could that be possible
?

"Why are you interested in me?"

"Um... a special reason... maybe... love at first sight."

She actually said she fell in love with me at first sight! In an instant, Murakoshi's thoughts went blank. Since birth,
he had never been liked by a girl. Perhaps because of this, he had always been excluded from
the "love" that teenage boys dream of.

For Murakoshi, the so-called opposite sex was, from the very beginning, an "object of sexual fantasy," not a "romantic
partner"; therefore, he never imagined that a girl would confess her feelings to him. Even though he loved fantasizing,
Murakoshi had never had such thoughts. He didn't know how to respond.

"Your so-called relationship... how do you do it? Specifically, what kind of things should we do...?"

"Huh? Let me think... like... having lunch together, going home together, and stuff like that."

--What kind of relationship is that? It's outrageous. At least a physical relationship would be more acceptable
; however, I'm not playing this kind of love game. Just

as he was about to refuse because he found it too boring, Murakoshi suddenly changed his mind. Although he didn't think he needed
to experience ordinary romance, it wouldn't hurt to look at it from another angle. Experiencing facts and phenomena that he wasn't interested in
might even bring him some benefits. Indeed, it's like being closely integrated with the concept of hypnosis, enriching
one's imagination—something Murakoshi probably couldn't have imagined.

Playing a "love game" with her to find new material is another kind of fun. If she gets bored
, so be it; as long as he finds new amusement through hypnosis, everything will be fine. Murakoshi
nodded in agreement .

"I understand. Let's date."

"Really? That's wonderful… I'm so happy…" Midori breathed a sigh of relief,
a blush rising on her cheeks, tears welling in her eyes. If other boys saw this, they might
faint from the pain; or perhaps, they'd beat Murakoshi half to death.

Murakoshi wore a smile. While not exactly overjoyed, he undeniably felt
a sense of superiority.

Thus, Murakoshi and Midori decided to begin dating.

*** *** *** ***

The swimming pool at Kurokoro Academy was indoors. Boasting state-of-the-art indoor heated water facilities, it was a living advertisement for
the school's wealth. Murakoshi stood alone by the lavishly constructed pool.

As soon as school ended, Midori would come over and invite Murakoshi to walk home with her, but he politely declined
. Murakoshi temporarily set aside his feelings for Midori, focusing instead on how to win over Kitagawa Aya. To avoid
being seen through, Murakoshi made a suitable excuse to brush off Midori and then went to the swimming pool alone
. However, there wasn't a soul in sight.

(Could this be a wasted trip?! Are the school's swimming team even practicing properly?)

Just as he was about to unleash his anger and start cursing, the door to the swimming team's private room
opened, and Aya appeared.

"Murakoshi! Why are you here?"

Aya raised her eyebrows and walked unceremoniously along the poolside to stand in front of Murakoshi. Little did she know that
her actions had fallen right into Murakoshi's trap. Murakoshi stared intently at Aya's body.
Her swimming team uniform, also a competition swimsuit, was soaking wet, highlighting her vibrant
physique even more.

"Where have all your teammates gone? Is your swimming team really practicing properly?"

"Why are you asking? It's none of your business! Everyone's out doing road running endurance training!"

"Don't you have to participate in endurance training?"

"I'm doing my own pre-competition practice by myself! Now that you know, get out of here!"

From a certain perspective, although Murakoshi hadn't used hypnosis yet, his leading questions were quite skillful
. After confirming that Aya was alone, he took out the hypnosis induction device he had secretly hidden under his sports jacket.

"Hmm... well..."

Aya seemed to mistake the machine Murakoshi was about to shoot for a video camera. In an instant,
she covered her firm, full breasts with her hand. She opened her eyes wide without any warning, staring at Murakoshi's face. Murakoshi quickly
pulled the trigger, and Aya was directly hit by the beam of light.

"Ugh..."

(Oh no!) Kitagawa Aya instinctively sensed the danger. However, for some reason, her eyes couldn't
avoid the beam of light; she couldn't even close her eyelids, as if she were being sucked in, her gaze fixed on the center of
the beam . At the same time, sharp sound waves pierced directly into her brain, forcibly invading through her ears. Although she didn't feel a headache,
her entire head felt imprisoned in a numb sensation. Her thoughts went completely blank.

In just a few seconds, Aya was forcibly brought into a hypnotic state. Her wrists, which had been covering her body
, fell limply to her sides, and her unfocused eyes stared aimlessly into the air. All her previous emotions vanished
, and Aya stood obediently in front of Muragoshi. Muragoshi nodded in satisfaction, enjoying watching her swimsuit-clad
figure.

"Kitagawa, you are now in a very deep hypnotic state. Only my voice reaches your
mind . You will feel very comfortable, a light, floating comfort."

"A light... floating comfort,"

Muragoshi uttered the hypnotic command for Kitagawa Aya. "The two with sore shoulders" was a key phrase specifically designed for her
; from now on, whenever she hears this phrase, she will fall into a deep hypnotic state. Then, Murakoshi began
questioning her.

"When will the other team members be back?"

"They'll be back after the endurance training for the road race..."

Time is limited. It seems she can only enjoy herself briefly. Murakoshi pondered
how get Aya to take off her swimsuit, and then led her to the changing room. Speaking of changing clothes, of course, it's in the changing room.

"From now on, when I count to three, you will wake up from your hypnotic state. Then,
although you will find that Muragoshi is standing in front of you, you will not mind. On the contrary,
you will feel happy and very joyful with Muragoshi by your side."

"I won't...mind...very...joyful..."

"Also, since this is a changing room, you will change your clothes and take off your swimsuit. In
front of Muragoshi, all feelings of shame will disappear. No matter what you do, you won't feel
ashamed ."

"Because it's a changing room...okay...I won't feel...ashamed..."

Once all shame was removed from Aya's body, the striptease she starred in was finally about to begin.

"Well then, I'm going to count...one, two, three!"

After Muragoshi's voice rang out in the changing room, Aya said "strange" and woke up.

"I...I remember doing something just now?"

"What's wrong? You were changing, weren't you? Because this is the changing room."

"Ah! Right. Ah ha...what's wrong with me, I just spaced out."

A smile that Murakoshi would never normally see appeared on her face as Aya placed her hand on her swimsuit. Without the slightest
hesitation, she seemed extremely happy.

"Heave-ho...mmm...mmm..."

From the wet and difficult-to-remove swimsuit, she pulled out her full breasts. Her exposed breasts were
so plump they seemed about to overflow; their beautiful shape reminded one of ripe, abundant fruit; the slightly protruding nipples in the center of her pale pink
areolas shivered from the cold. As she struggled to remove the swimsuit, her large breasts
swayed even more violently. After struggling to get the swimsuit down to her hips, she just couldn't get it
off.

"Your swimsuit seems really hard to take off."

"Yeah, because the size has become too small lately. It's so hard to take it off... I definitely have to buy a new one. It's
because my breasts have grown... and also, it's so hard to take it off around my butt." As if
confiding in a female friend, Aya chattered on and on about her body's secrets.

"Ugh! It's so hard to take it off around my butt! It's so annoying..." The completely soaked swimsuit was stuck
between her buttocks and groin, and she couldn't get it off no matter what she did.

Aya stood still, bouncing up and down, her breasts heaving violently;
the water droplets falling from her limbs glistened, her graceful figure leaving onlookers speechless. After finally managing to
pull , Aya was completely naked. Her well-developed body was fully displayed before Murakoshi's eyes.

"So beautiful!"

"Huh...? You said it's beautiful, what is it?"

Hanging her swimsuit on the back of a nearby plastic chair, Aya looked at Murakoshi with curious eyes.
Murakoshi gazed at her alluring body from head to toe. Freed from her swimsuit,
her large breasts appeared even more voluptuous; her flat stomach, combined with her large, round buttocks, clung wet to her body; her messy,
curly pubic hair, and the honeyed slit protruding from below... her naked body, covered in tiny water droplets, radiated
a dazzling light.

"As expected... her figure is truly amazing!"

"Why don't you come swimming too, Murakoshi? It's good for getting in shape!" Aya smiled innocently.
She looked so cute.

Although his lower body was already hard, driven by lustful desires, Murakoshi knew the striptease
was almost over. Even though he felt reluctant to leave, time was running out.

"You two with sore shoulders!"

Hearing the key words, Aya froze like a puppet with its strings cut.

Murakoshi instructed her to put on her uniform and to forget their previous meeting and everything that
happened . Instead, he implanted a fictional memory of changing into the uniform after practice into her
mind.

(By the way, I'll take your swimsuit.) Unlike underwear, due to its larger size, it
couldn't be put directly into a pocket and left casually. Therefore, Murakoshi decided to wear Aya's swimsuit under
his uniform; the texture, completely clinging to her body, made his erect penis feel suffocating. While
enduring the impending pleasure, he led Aya back to the poolside and roused her from her slumber.

"Huh…?" Knowing Aya's personality, upon discovering Murakoshi suddenly appearing before her, her anger would surely erupt before she even
suspected anything .

"Murakoshi! What are you doing here? Get out of here right now!"

"I heard you." After hurriedly turning around, Murakoshi's erect penis couldn't help but
unleash its power . He recklessly released a large amount of semen
into the swimsuit he had just taken off, still warm from Aya's body…

A tantalizingly fragrant scent wafted over. It was difficult to tell whether it was the smell of pool vapors or the smell of
semen . Perhaps it was a combination of both.

…

Away from the swimming pool, Murakoshi decided to go back to the classroom first, pack his bag, and prepare to go home. Although he unexpectedly
ejaculated at the end, he didn't plan to change his clothes; since no one should notice anyway, Murakoshi
planned to go home in his swimsuit.

However…

on his way downstairs, Murakoshi happened to bump into Sanae Kurasawa. Upon seeing Murakoshi, Sanae
was startled , her whole body stiffening. Then she immediately and deliberately looked away, intending to quickly walk upstairs.

"Kuraae."

Upon hearing Murakoshi call her, she stopped for a moment, but then pretended not to hear, wanting to
walk away .

"Wait a minute. I have something to tell you."

"Huh?"

Her innate submissive nature had now become her fatal weakness. In the instant Sanae turned around,
Murakoshi had already taken out a hypnosis induction device from his bag, aimed it at Sanae, and pulled the trigger.

"Ah…"

Sanae stared directly at the beam of light from an unknown source. Although not as intense as a camera flash,
the beam of light was enough to pierce the eyes and leave a deep imprint on the mind. It was blinding, yet
she couldn't close her eyes. Consciousness was drawn into the beam; moreover, a sharp, ringing
sound wave assaulted her ears from the same direction.

Perhaps it was the sound wave that caused her to fall into a state of dizziness. Although there was no
nausea , it made her lose her balance, trapping her in the feeling of falling into an abyss.

In an instant, Sanae fell into a deep sleep. She didn't fall over, but her body
swayed slightly from side to side. Her arms were weak, and her legs were slightly apart; her unfocused, lifeless eyes could
n't concentrate on anything.

Seeing her caught off guard, Murakoshi whispered in her ear in a small but clear voice, "Kurazawa Sanae,
right now, your heart is sinking into a deep abyss. Do you know that?"

After a long while, Sanae slowly shook her head.

"It won't make you feel uneasy. You'll feel very relaxed and comfortable, a very reassuring feeling, right?"

"Yes... a reassuring... feeling..."

Murakoshi's lips twitched, a blank smile on his face. If he were to look in a mirror now, the face reflected there
would definitely be that of a devil. A devil wearing glasses... Considering that the plan might be disrupted, Murakoshi
helped the kidnapped girl under his arms and led her to an empty classroom nearby.

Kurasawa Sanae was right in front of him. Both her mind and body were completely defenseless.
Saliva seemed about to drip from the corner of her slightly parted mouth. Murakoshi wiped the saliva away with his fingers and put it in his own
mouth.

(I didn't expect even the school beauty's saliva to be sweet!)

Suppressing his inner anxiety, Murakoshi decided on the hypnotic key phrase. The key phrase he set for her was "a
missed phone call." From now on, whenever she heard this key phrase, she would immediately fall into a deep
hypnotic state, just like now. In this way, he could enjoy playing with her whenever he wanted.

(Come on, at least start by touching her breasts!)

"Kurazawa, after I complete the third sequence, you will wake up from your hypnotic state.
However , there will be many times when you feel like your body is not obeying your commands."

"Yes... my body is not obeying my commands..."

Needless to say, simply rubbing the helpless breasts of a young girl was utterly devoid of pleasure. So, Murakoshi slightly...
He used a little trick, "And you can only see your own breasts. You only see your own breasts and
the hand caressing them. By the way, the hand caressing your breasts is your own hand!"

"My...breasts...my...hand?"

"That's right, exactly! Even if you can't control your hand according to your own will,
the hand caressing your breasts is definitely your own hand. Also, say out loud everything you're thinking
!"

"Yes...it's my hand...say out loud everything I'm thinking!"

While giving the hypnotic command, Murakoshi untied the bow on Sanae's uniform and unbuttoned her jacket
and shirt. Murakoshi's fingers trembled with excitement as he looked down at her open chest, where
a cute strapless bra was visible. After grabbing the bra and tearing it open, stunning, beautiful, and well-proportioned
breasts .

"Well then, I'll start counting. One, two, three!" Looking at Sanae, who was still slightly dazed, Murakoshi reached
out and grabbed her alluring breasts.

"Ah...strange? Why...why am I...exposed...? And, and why
am I touching...ah!"

Sanae's breasts were just the right size to fit in the palm of one hand. The smooth, soft, and
luscious felt incredibly comfortable.
He massaged her from the outside in, like gently wiping.

"Ah...I can't...! My hands, my hands can't stop..."

Of course. Because the hand kneading her breasts was Murakoshi's. According to the original hypnotic
instructions, Sanae wouldn't see Murakoshi and would think she was caressing her breasts; furthermore, influenced by the instructions
, she could only see the area around her breasts. The forced consciousness made her senses even more acute.

"No...anytime...why? Ugh...ah...it feels...
different " the pure school beauty said anxiously.

Hearing this, Murakoshi smiled involuntarily. His palm felt the burning heat of her breasts, the tip of her nipple
slowly rising. Her blushing cheeks flushed, her long eyelashes fluttering.

"Her breasts...are completely numb! Ahh...gurgle!"

Sanae no longer questioned anything, instead broadcasting the sensations her body was experiencing live.
At this point, all questions were irrelevant. Murakoshi's grip tightened even more than before,
squeezing her tightly as if extracting juice.

"Ah! It hurts a little...ah!"

The strange sensation of softness and hardness intertwined was irresistible. The tender breasts of the school beauty,
no matter how the boys imagined it, were a scene they could never witness; yet at this moment, those tender breasts were at
Murakoshi's mercy, allowing him to freely ogle and rub them haphazardly. Because he was still wearing Aya's swimsuit, his lower body
, disregarding the previous ejaculation, regained its erection and began to throb intensely in the confined space.

"Ah! Ahh! Breasts...so hot...mmm..."

Her cute cherry lips kept breathing. His pounding heart and burning skin were all held in his
palms; her engorged nipples, contrasted against her beautiful breasts, looked incredibly alluring.
He tightly gripped her nipples, which had never been touched by anyone else. The moment he pulled, Sanae's body bounced up.

"Gurgle! This...nipple...haa...woo...uh..."

Her body reacted truthfully. Having tasted the sweetness, Murakoshi directly grabbed her nipples and pulled them up tightly. The twisted
and deformed breasts, and the violently pulled nipples, further fueled Murakoshi's sadistic tendencies. And then…

“Ouch! Ouch! Wait…wait a minute!”

Hearing Sanae’s words, Murakoshi stopped in surprise, wondering if the hypnotic command had been lifted,
and felt a little uneasy. However, Sanae’s continued utterances were only for herself.

“Ah, if I rush things…it won’t work…I have to take it slow.”

(So that’s it, she wants me to not be impatient and to caress her breasts slowly.) Murakoshi
curled , (In that case, I have to caress her with increased sensitivity!)

Murakoshi’s fingertips rubbed the nipple of her right breast. At the same time, he rhythmically rubbed the left
breast that , especially near the heart below the breast.

“Ah! Nipple…nipple…ah! The tip of the nipple…the tip…ah…ha! Whew!
My breasts…it feels so good…so good…my breasts, so good!” Her consciousness was completely
oblivious to everything else. The pleasure felt in her breasts was everything; soft, pleasurable
moans unabashedly.

"Mmm... Hmph! Haaah... Mmmmm!" Her right nipple
quickly became erect after being continuously rubbed. The erect nipple, engorged with blood, spurted out like a boastful mountain peak,
creating an unbalanced beauty with the untouched left nipple, making the scene even more erotic.

"So... Mmm! Pointy... Hard! Nipples, so sharp! Ahh!" Sanae
breathed rapidly, her face dazed. Such intense activity was probably a first for her.

"Ahhh... Mmm... Ah... Huh... Strange... Where's my hand...?"

Suddenly, Murakoshi stopped what he was doing, and Sanae stared in surprise with her unfocused eyes at
the hand that had been moving freely across her chest, the hand that had suddenly stopped, and the interrupted pleasure.

"W-Why...why aren't you moving? Hands...hurry, move them! Hmm...hmm, move them!"

Sanae was desperately trying to move her hands, appearing somewhat impatient. Even so, Murakoshi still didn't intend to
move. No, it should be said that Murakoshi didn't move at all, quietly waiting to see how things would unfold. The result was
quite unexpected; large tears welled up in Sanae's eyes, and she shamelessly
pleaded .

"Waaah...move quickly...move faster! Touch my breasts...please!" The
tone sounded like a plea to a third party. Murakoshi secretly chuckled.

(Heh...I really want the male students at school to hear this. The usually well-behaved and innocent Kurasawa
is actually expressing her desire to caress breasts.) Murakoshi moved his hands as she wished, rubbing them even more intensely and quickly.
Nipples.

"Guha! Ah gu! It's moving. It's moving! Mmm! So good... Ugh!"

Taking advantage of the situation, Murakoshi launched a fierce attack on the sulking Sanae, vigorously kneading her breasts in different directions.

"So good! My breasts, they feel... so good! Ah gu! Ah! So good! These...
these breasts feel so good... so good! Gu gu! It feels like... almost there!"

Looking at Sanae, who seemed eager to reach pleasure, Murakoshi raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. In that case,
let her reach orgasm like this. Murakoshi used his fingers to scoop up the saliva that dripped onto her chin and used it as
a lubricant vigorously rub her nipples; the smooth and tender skin also increased Murakoshi's excitement.

"A tingling, numb feeling...it's numbing! My nipples...they're numbing!
Ugh 　　Ahhh! My nipples! Ugh! Ahhhhhh ! " The girl, trembling and shaking all over
, felt the pleasure reaching its peak. Murakoshi

pinched 　　her nipple one last 　　time... "Ugh...ahhhhh! It's so tingling and numb! Ugh! Ah! Ahh ... Sanae, still in a daze, would probably think it was her own hands dressing her. 　　After neatly tying the ribbon, he uttered the hypnotic command. Murakoshi ordered Sanae, now back into a deep sleep, to forget everything that was happening. 　　Kurasawa Sanae's breasts and nipples were simply exquisite; the sense of conquest and accomplishment from manipulating her gave Murakoshi immense satisfaction. 　　--It's too late now. Let her enjoy herself properly tomorrow! 　　Not just her breasts, but everything about Kurasawa was to be under Murakoshi's control.

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