Hypnotic Rhapsody - Celebrity Edition (1~5)

"Baby's bleeding!" At this

shout, chaos erupted in the studio. The staff rushed to
attend to their boss and goddess—Yang Ying, also known as Angelababy. Famous for
her elfin beauty and slender figure in Hong Kong and mainland China,
she was already one of China's most popular actresses. Married several years ago to Huang Xiaoming, a billionaire star renowned throughout Asia

, she said with a smile, "Don't make a fuss, everyone. I just cut my finger on some paper." She then playfully
held up her still-bleeding index finger. "See, it's nothing." Her mischievous gesture and elfin beauty made her seem like
a recent graduate, more so than a superstar in Hong Kong and mainland China. No matter how small the matter
, it was no small matter for the boss. Coupled with her kind nature and the deep affection her employees had for her, many gathered around, offering tissues, bandaging
her wound , and offering words of comfort, taking meticulous care of her like a princess.

Everyone's attention was focused on Yang Ying, and no one noticed a figure discreetly
picking up a tissue soaked in Yang Ying's blood from the trash can.

"Success! I finally collected the blood too!" Zhao Shuang, afraid of being seen, immediately put
away what he had picked up and went to the restroom alone. Only then did he raise his chubby hand, give a shout, and
cheer . "Yang Ying will soon be mine."

Zhao Shuang was the lowest-ranking clerk in Yang Ying's studio, usually doing errands and heavy lifting.
Aside from being a little overweight, he had nothing particularly memorable about him, neither in terms of talent nor appearance. No one
knew that Zhao Shuang joined the studio solely to get close to the goddess Yang Ying, nor did anyone know that he fantasized
about this popular actress all day long, and possessed the ability to make his desires come true. By chance, he had obtained
a legacy called "Ancient Erotic Arts," which allowed him to make any woman his sex slave. Initially, he was skeptical about the efficacy of the spell
, but after successfully experimenting on a woman he knew, he realized its immense power. This made him
eager to use it on Yang Ying, whom he had always admired, especially the "Seed-Planting Spell," which could make the target obey
his commands, control their mind, and bewitch them—it was incredibly malevolent. However, the conditions for its application were stringent: it required collecting the target's hair, nails,
saliva, skin fragments, and blood. He had already exhausted all methods to collect everything else, except for the blood
. Today's accident finally allowed him to gather all the necessary materials.

After work, Zhao Shuang rushed home and wrapped everything he had collected about Yang Ying, along with the spell's materials,
in a yellow talisman. He had spent over half a year collecting these materials, including many expensive and rare
items. Even the cinnabar used for drawing the talisman was specially made, requiring the mixing of a virgin's blood to achieve the desired effect, which
he had obtained through great effort. He placed the materials and talismans into a straw effigy, on which he wrote
Yang Ying 's name and birth date. He then instructed her to cast a spell daily and drip her own blood onto the effigy.
After forty-nine days, the spell would be essentially complete.

Soon, the forty-nine days arrived…

Yang Ying sat in her office, somewhat dazed, her beautiful eyes losing their usual liveliness,
revealing weariness and confusion. Yang Ying knew she had been feeling listless lately. Whenever she was quiet,
she would hear a faint voice calling to her, making her restless all day and unable to sleep well at night.
This condition worsened after her husband, Huang Xiaoming, recently went on a business trip.

"Baby, it's time to come home." Her assistant's voice snapped Yang Ying out of her reverie. "Have you been busy
lately ? Why do you always seem so listless?" the assistant asked suspiciously.

"What's wrong?" Yang Ying forced a smile; she didn't want others to worry. "Maybe you're
missing !"

The assistant rolled her eyes at Yang Ying, saying, "You two are so loving, it's really enviable for
us outsiders." Seeing that Yang Ying still looked listless, the assistant couldn't help but worry. "How about I
go home with you today?" Actually, the assistant had already said that she would go home on time today, but she was worried about Yang Ying going home alone,
so she made this suggestion. Although Yang Ying felt very touched, she still politely declined.

"If you're really worried, then let Zhao Shuang take me home! His house is in the same direction as mine, it won't be
too much trouble." After Yang Ying finished speaking, her face turned red. Lately, for some reason, she always found ways to
get closer to this fat guy. She would wander around the studio when she had nothing to do, and watching the fat guy running around would make her feel inexplicably at ease.
Occasionally, she could exchange two or three words with him and she would be happy for a long time. Just now, she suddenly thought of having the fat guy take her home, and once the thought came
to mind, she couldn't help but blurt it out, and immediately became shy.

"Yang Ying, Yang Ying, what are you thinking? You're a married woman... how could you be
interested in a fat guy, especially one of your employees?" Yang Ying reminded herself, but didn't realize the problem with her thoughts.
What if she weren't married? Her assistant, oblivious to Yang Ying's turbulent thoughts, immediately called for Zhao Shuang,
the lowest-ranking employee in the studio, who did all sorts of work.

When Zhao Shuang's chubby face appeared, Yang Ying felt a sudden rush of excitement, her body heating up, as if
the person . She suppressed her excitement, forcing herself to appear composed, and followed Zhao Shuang to the luxurious seven-seater car.
Celebrity cars are always modified; the windows are tinted dark and covered with curtains. Once the doors are closed, they are completely isolated from the outside world , and even the driver wouldn't know what the person in the back seat was doing. The car slowly started moving, leaving only Yang Ying and Zhao Shuang alone
in the car .
Yang Ying felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. She wanted to find a topic to talk about, but
didn't know what to say. Hesitantly, Zhao Shuang spoke first.

"Sister Ying..." Zhao Shuang was the lowest-ranking employee and young, so she didn't address Yang Ying as "baby" like the others
. "You seem very tired lately. Is work too strenuous?" Zhao Shuang's caring
inquiry brought a sweet feeling to Yang Ying. She smiled gently and denied it, only saying that she hadn't been sleeping well lately.

Zhao Shuang's chubby face was full of concern and heartache: "That won't do. Sister Ying is our pillar of strength. It
would be terrible if you fell ill. We need to solve this insomnia problem as soon as possible." She paused, then added, "I learned
massage . It helps relieve mental stress and will help you sleep better." Yang Ying instinctively refused. Although she
felt close to Zhao Shuang, she was, after all, a married woman, and naturally couldn't be so intimate with a young man.

Upon hearing Yang Ying's refusal, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Zhao Shuang's narrow eyes beneath his chubby face, and he slowly said in a deep voice:
"Sister Ying, don't resist my kindness. Be a good girl and let me help you properly." Zhao Shuang's deep voice seemed
to have an irresistible power. Yang Ying felt a momentary dizziness and nodded in agreement, then quietly watched
Zhao Shuang sit down beside her.

"Just relax, I'll just gently massage your temples." Zhao Shuang gazed at Yang Ying's beautiful face, which was like
a poem or a painting , and felt as if he was about to fall in love with her. He took a deep breath and
smelled a fragrance like that of a young girl, and his blood began to rush downwards.

Yang Ying had another feeling. When Zhao Shuang first sat down, she naturally felt a sense of resistance and
shrank slightly to the side, but when Zhao Shuang's voice entered her ears, she involuntarily followed his instructions and relaxed her body.

"Yes, relax... relax..." Zhao Shuang whispered in her ear, pressing on
the sides of Yang Ying's pretty face as he spoke. His fleshy hands gently rubbed her temples, without any fancy techniques, but
Yang Ying felt completely relaxed, letting out a soft, alluring moan
. She slumped back in her seat, her pretty face tilted back.

"Relax, don't think about anything, empty your mind, listen to my voice, follow my voice, let
your mind and body completely empty..." Zhao Shuang's voice possessed an irresistible magic for Yang Ying. His plump hands were
warm and soft, and although they were only lightly pressing on her temples, the pleasurable sensation made Yang Ying want to
stay in that state forever. Moreover, the man exuded a masculine scent. His voice, touch, and smell formed
a huge net that gently captivated her.

"My hands are circling back and forth on your temples..." Zhao Shuang gazed intently at Yang Ying's exquisite,
doll-like face, suppressing the urge to kiss her full, red lips and her crystal-clear earlobes,
patiently guiding the superstar's mind. "You'll feel those circles entering your mind with my movements and my voice
, and then your consciousness will slowly, gently rotate with them. You'll imagine yourself sitting on a
spinning wheel , and with each rotation, your body and mind will relax a little more, and all the previous fatigue will vanish. This is exactly
the feeling you want, so you'll let yourself continue spinning until your mind is completely empty, until
only my voice exists in your heart, until you absolutely obey my instructions." Zhao Shuang observed Yang Ying's expression and, realizing she
was completely under his control, released his hands.

Zhao Shuang first knocked on the window to tell the driver that Yang Ying was asleep, urging him to slow down so he would have enough
time to do his thing with the beauty. Then he began asking, "Yang Ying, can you hear my voice?"

"Yes," Yang Ying replied slowly, but very clearly and confidently.

"You can only hear my voice?" "Yes, only your voice."

"Do you know who I am?" "Yes, you are Zhao Shuang."

"Do you know that I'm the only one beside you?" "Yes."

"How do you feel? Are you happy?" "Happy."

"Why are you happy?" "Because I like being with you."

"Why do you like being with me?" Yang Ying didn't know how to answer this question. She only knew she wanted to be
alone with Zhao Shuang, but she couldn't explain why.

"Because you're attracted to Zhao Shuang, you want to be alone with him to get closer to him."

"Yes, because I'm attracted to Zhao Shuang, I want to be alone with him to get closer to him." "

Do you like hearing his voice?" "Yes."

"Do you like him touching you?" "Yes."

"Do you feel happy and excited when you hear his voice, smell his scent, or are touched by him?"

Yang Ying naturally gave an affirmative answer. "Come on, it's just you and me here, honestly tell me how you
feel ." Zhao Shuang continued to coax.

"Seeing him and hearing his voice makes me very excited, especially..." Even though she was being controlled, even though her heart
was open, Yang Ying still found it difficult to speak, but under Zhao Shuang's gentle yet powerful encouragement, she finally said it.

"Especially when he touches me, my whole body goes weak, and I want him to continue..."

"Continue doing what?" Zhao Shuang pressed.

"Continue..." Yang Ying resisted, but confessed under Zhao Shuang's urging. "Keep touching me, touch my whole body,
hug me, possess me..." Her mind was controlled, freed from her usual repression, allowing Yang Ying to voice her deepest
fantasies . This was the power of the "Seed of Desire" technique; the practitioner would exert a tremendous sexual
attraction on the implanted "seed of desire," causing the latter to involuntarily throw herself into their arms. As Yang Ying spoke, her body trembled slightly, her long legs arched slightly, and her face flushed,
as if simply uttering the words had already excited her immensely.

"You want to throw yourself into Zhao Shuang's arms whenever you see him, want him to violate you wantonly, right?"

"Yes..." Yang Ying answered, trembling. "But I can't let him do that..."

"Why?"

"Because I already have a husband, I love my husband..." Speaking of her husband, Yang Ying's previously agitated
face softened with calm and tenderness, infuriating Zhao Shuang.

"You don't love your husband, you love Zhao Shuang." Zhao Shuang directly gave the order, but unexpectedly, Yang Ying
refused to accept it.

"No...I...love my husband Huang Xiaoming...I love him, I don't love anyone else..." Yang Ying's face was contorted, clearly
in pain from resisting Zhao Shuang's control, yet she still struggled to resist. Fearing she
would break free immediately used a calming technique to guide her back to calm.

"You love your husband, but your body craves contact with Zhao Shuang." "Yes."

"His touch makes you feel incredibly excited and comfortable." "Yes."

"You crave his further intrusion because you know it will make you even more excited and comfortable!" Zhao
Shuang emphasized, deeply implanting these words into Yang Ying's consciousness.

"You know you shouldn't be thinking like this, but you're deeply attracted to Zhao Shuang, yearning for her... You feel
guilty , as if you've betrayed your husband, and this deep guilt only intensifies your desire and excitement. The more you yearn,
the more guilty you feel; the more guilty you feel, the harder it is to suppress your desire and excitement." The sexually suggestive instructions made
Yang Ying increasingly excited, her face flushed, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her firm breasts gently lifted, as if
craving something.

Zhao Shuang knew she needed to give this big star a push. "Open your eyes, but your mind will
remain in its current state; you will still only hear my voice and only see what I want you to see."

Yang Ying opened her beautiful eyes, her gaze hazy with satisfaction. Before her was a raised, fleshy hand. "This is
Zhao Shuang's hand. This hand can make you feel so good, so excited. The place this hand touches is the most sensitive
spot on your body. Do you want to be touched by this hand?"

"Yes... I really want to... but I can't..." Yang Ying continued to struggle painfully with her inner conflict.

"Of course you can't, because you know Zhao Shuang can bring you the greatest pleasure, an unforgettable pleasure.
As soon as he touches you, even just a light touch, you will never forget that pleasure, you will be immersed in it,
unable to extricate yourself, and then crave more, more direct, and bolder contact. You can't, because you are afraid, you know you will become
addicted."

"I know... I'm addicted... to pleasure... unable to extricate myself..." Yang Ying murmured repeatedly.

"But right now you're in a dream, a dream where it's just the two of us. I'm your closest and most trusted
person, so you don't need to hide anything from me. Dreams are a reflection of your desires, not reality, so you don't need to be afraid of
anything . Just let your feelings flow..." Zhao Shuang said, slowly reaching her hand towards Yang Ying's
body. Seeing that she was about to give in, she gently ran her index finger back and forth across her delicate shoulders and arms a few times. There was no filming today
, so Yang Ying was dressed quite casually, wearing a sleeveless off-shoulder blouse and black straight-leg trousers. The fitted
cut perfectly accentuated her slender and bony figure.

Zhao Shuang's simple and gentle movements excited Yang Ying, causing her body to writhe and moan,
like the most wanton prostitute, rather than the usual elegant and graceful star.

"Is it comfortable? Is it good?" "Very good, very comfortable..."

"What if it is?" Zhao Shuang gently moved her fingers upwards, gliding over her silky shoulders, then
lightly caressing her slender, swan-like neck, even playing with her hair. The deeper her fingers went, the stronger Yang Ying's reaction became,
and she moaned incessantly. Fortunately, the car was very soundproof, otherwise the driver would have noticed.

Zhao Shuang mischievously lingered on Yang Ying's neck for a while before touching her round, jade-like earlobe, gently
circling it.

"Mmm... ah... ya... so good... a little harder... ah... I can't take it... it's too sensitive there, don't put it in!"
The last sentence was because Zhao Shuang had inserted her little finger into her ear canal and was gently picking at it.

Of course, one should listen to a beauty, so Zhao Shuang obediently withdrew her hand, spreading her five fingers in front of Yang Ying. "Look!
This hand can bring you endless pleasure..." Then she slowly moved her hand to her chest, her fingers slightly bent, hovering
in mid-air. "Imagine what it would be like if this hand were on your breasts? Your breasts are very sensitive, aren't they?
Aren't your nipples hard and itchy? It would feel so good and exciting to touch them..." Zhao Shuang kept
talking, but didn't move. Yang Ying tried to move closer, but the chubby boy skillfully avoided her.

"Give it to me...please!" Yang Ying begged, her voice trembling with tears.

"As soon as this hand touches you, you'll become addicted, unable to forget or escape that intense pleasure, and you
'll become a prisoner from then on. Do you really want that?"

"I want it...I want it!" Yang Ying pleaded, then saw Zhao Shuang, with a smug smile, place his hand on her breasts.

"Ah!" Yang Ying let out a passionate moan, her long, slender legs clamping together, as if she was already experiencing
a violent orgasm just from that. Amidst her moans, Zhao Shuang recklessly enjoyed the pleasure of playing with the big star's breasts. Her
breasts weren't large, at most a B cup, small enough to be held in one hand, but they were firm and soft, with a wonderful feel and shape.
Even through her clothes, one could feel the pointed nipples growing larger and harder than small pebbles. Zhao Shuang used all the seductive
techniques he had inherited, employing both hands simultaneously. His right index and middle fingers pinched her nipple, occasionally flicking it with his middle finger; his left hand gently grasped her breast,
kneading, squeezing, and rubbing it. His skillful techniques left Yang Ying completely captivated, utterly lost in the moment, letting himself be manipulated.

The beauty's infatuated state was enough to move even a Buddha, let alone Zhao Shuang, who had been waiting for this moment. He no longer cared about seduction
or control, pressing his entire body against Yang Ying's delicate form, lowering his head to kiss her especially full and alluring cherry lips
. Their lips and tongues intertwined, and Yang Ying, in turn, opened herself up, responding passionately.

Only when both of them began to gasp for breath did they reluctantly separate. Zhao Shuang gazed down at the beautiful woman's
face, a mixture of confusion and excitement, feeling the alluring body beneath him. He longed to take her right then and there, but knew there wasn't enough time. He could
only sigh and gently press Yang Ying's temples.

"Relax, relax..." Zhao Shuang once again brought her into a half-awake state. "I only need to snap my
fingers three times, and you'll wake up. You won't remember anything that happened during the car ride, only that my massage
made you feel very comfortable and you slept soundly. But your body has already remembered, is captivated by all the pleasure I gave you,
and craves deeper contact again and again, yearning for my penetration. But because you're married,
you have to suppress your true feelings, which is the real reason for your insomnia. As long as you suppress your feelings for me for even a day,
you'll have a very hard time falling asleep, and the more you suppress them, the stronger the desire becomes, and the more intense the outburst."

"When you're alone at night, your repression will be at its lowest, and your body will become extremely thirsty,
involuntarily fantasizing about me masturbating. Because you're a married woman and can't marry me, you'll fantasize that I'm your master,
constantly enslaving, violating, and playing with your body. This fantasy will excite you more and fill you with
shame , but you just can't control yourself. You crave to be controlled by me, and then reach
an unprecedented climax in shame. Only in this way can you fall asleep, and then be raped by me again and again in your dreams...
until you completely submit to me and surrender."

"Submit, surrender... crave master's enslavement..."

"I am your little slave girl, my baby, you're almost home, it's time to wake you up." With
the sound of three snaps of fingers, Yang Ying woke up, her beautiful eyes looking around in a daze.

"Did you sleep well?" Zhao Shuang had already sat down beside her.

"I fell asleep?" Yang Ying was incredulous, after all, she had been suffering from insomnia for several days. "Looks like your
massage really worked."

"You're just too tired." Zhao Shuang replied, reverting to her cautious, office worker demeanor. "But if you need it,
I can give you another massage." Zhao Shuang's suggestion made Yang Ying's heart skip a beat, but she politely declined. Just then,
the car slowly came to a stop, the door opened, and it was Yang Ying and Huang Wanming's mansion.

"We're here, I need to get out. Thank you for today. Please have the driver take you home later." As Yang Ying strode away
, she felt something strange in her lower body and realized that her crotch was soaked. Just as she was feeling embarrassed, Zhao Shuang...
He reached out to help her out of the car. The moment their hands touched, it was like an electric shock; the heat emanating from his palms made her body
go weak , almost causing her to collapse into Zhao Shuang's arms. She gritted her teeth and hurried away as if fleeing. Zhao Shuang watched the beautiful
star's departing figure, bringing his hand to his nose to inhale the lingering fragrance, recalling the sensations of playing with her body,
knowing he would soon satisfy his lust.

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