[Ex-girlfriend] [Author: Hypnotist] [The End]

(Part 1)

It was already 1:30 a.m. when I got back to my apartment. I collapsed onto the soft sofa as soon as I entered, too exhausted even to get to bed. There were less than six hours left until my next meeting.

…

About four or five years ago, I expanded my software development company from a small company with fewer than ten people to a medium-sized company with forty. A successful investment two years ago made us a leader in online marketing technology, and now is the company's busiest time.

So for the past few years, my daily life has consisted of commuting between work and home, constantly attending meetings, then going home to rest, and then rushing off to another meeting. Before I knew it, I was already what everyone called an "electronic tycoon."

I turned on the answering machine to listen to today's messages, then unconsciously picked up the TV remote and randomly switched channels. There were twenty-three messages today, roughly the same number every day, most of them related to the company. But I didn't listen to them all today, because the fourteenth message made me lose all interest in anything else.

"Hello, is this Ziyang?" A female voice, both familiar and unfamiliar, rang in my ears. I racked my brain, trying to recall the people I'd met at work in the past few weeks. Was it the legal advisor? Or the financial analyst? I couldn't think of any other women I knew, because for years, my social circle had revolved solely around the company.

"This is Peiting, Lin Peiting."

Oh my god, oh my god!

I think my face must have been incredibly pale. I felt the blood draining from my head. When the voice continued, I almost fell off the sofa. I managed to brace myself on my elbows, gasping for breath, unable to hear anything. After the message ended, I pressed redial.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" she said, smiling somewhat uneasily. "At least six years. You must be wondering why I called you." Yes, I really wanted to know.

"It's like this, I saw the latest alumni directory last time and suddenly thought of you. I happen to have to go back to China for a few weeks recently, and if possible, I'd really like to get together with you again. If you'd like, call me again..." She then left her phone number, which I hurriedly tried to copy down, but it took me a long time because my hands were trembling.

I dated Pei-ting during university, and after graduation, we tried to maintain a long-distance relationship for a while. We met because she was dating my friend Jia-zhe.

Do you know what your ideal partner is like? What kind of woman fits your perfect image? What does she look like? What is her smile like? What does she like? What does it feel like to kiss her? How do you find the most suitable one for you from a crowd? How do you know she's really your type?

I know, because for me, Pei-ting is that kind of person. She has a... With a cute yet mischievous face and a cascade of jet-black hair, Pei-ting was petite at about 160cm tall, yet her breasts were remarkably firm. She consistently worked out, resulting in a very fit and athletic figure. I… often felt that I would never meet anyone more perfect than Pei-ting in my life, so I was incredibly jealous of Jia-zhe.

However, I never considered stealing her from my friend. I always believed that friendship was more important than love, so I pretended to be indifferent. But every time Jia-zhe mentioned Pei-ting, it was immense torment, especially when he laughed and told me how things had progressed between him and Pei-ting.

Not long after, they broke up. About a month later, "that thing" happened, which made me determined to pursue Pei-ting. For almost two and a half years, we were madly in love, perfectly compatible in body and soul, with no room for anything else.

But we still broke up later. Pei-ting went abroad after graduation, wanting to get a PhD and become a management consultant. I, on the other hand, hadn't even considered career planning. She asked me to work hard with her, saying she had relatives there who could help me, but I didn't like that feeling. I don't like depending on others; I like being in control.

I know that's not a good reason. Actually, I just didn't want to leave the place I knew. I couldn't keep her either, because at the time I had no confidence in myself. I hadn't studied well, and I didn't have any family background. I couldn't guarantee what kind of life I could provide for her. So, in the end, I could only painfully break up with her, letting her develop her career abroad while I stayed in Taiwan.

Although I haven't contacted her for so many years, I still think about her constantly. I work desperately to fill the emptiness in my heart, and leading a company gives me some satisfaction in the thrill of control I crave.

And today, she called me.

I hadn't called her back for several days because I couldn't muster the courage, and I didn't want her to know how desperately I wanted to see her. Finally, I dialed the number.

It was a very pleasant conversation. We talked about our families, mutual friends, and... a lot of things that had happened in the past few years. She said she would arrive on the weekend, and we arranged to meet at the restaurant I had booked.

When I hung up the phone, I was still sweating profusely, feeling like my heart was about to jump out of my throat. I went to the office restroom and kept flushing to calm myself down before returning to the conference room for that endless series of meetings.

I had decided to do this, even though I hadn't carefully considered the process or the consequences. I've always been afraid of taking risks, and too much unnecessary hesitation has made me miss out on so many things. This was a golden opportunity, and I didn't want to miss it again.

The "thing" I mentioned earlier was like this:

In college, Pei-ting and I took the same professor's psychology class. There were about eighty people in the class, and I always liked to sit near the podium, so I never noticed Pei-ting until Jia-zhe introduced us. That's when I realized there was such a beautiful girl in my class.

This professor was quite popular. Besides his extensive knowledge, he was adept at using humor to capture students' attention. One day, he was going to demonstrate hypnosis techniques, a consistent teaching method of his. Demonstrations were far more effective than lectures. He selected a boy and an average-looking girl to come up on stage and asked the others in their seats to try following his instructions.

Then, the professor dimmed the lights and began standard hypnotic induction. Soon, the boy on stage entered a hypnotic state, but the girl couldn't. So, the professor looked down at the audience, and I looked around too, then noticed everyone whispering and staring at one person.

That person was Pei-ting; she was slumped weakly in her chair, her head drooping forward.

The professor asked everyone to be quiet, then went to Pei-ting's side and gently stroked her head.

"Now, only the person whose head I'm touching will hear this. Only the person I'm touching will feel themselves sinking deeper and deeper, becoming more and more relaxed. You'll feel happy and relaxed, feeling yourself sinking into an even deeper hypnotic state. After I count to five, you will feel completely relaxed, completely relaxed. But you will open your eyes, walk to the podium, and sit in that empty chair, facing the whole class. Once you sit down, you will close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep, entering an even deeper hypnotic state than now. You will be completely relaxed, only able to hear my voice." He repeated his instructions again, then said, "Do you understand? If you do, nod to let me know." Pei-ting nodded. "Very good," the professor said, "One, two, three, four, five!

"

Pei-ting opened her eyes, stood up unsteadily, and slowly walked towards the podium.

She was dressed in the most common college attire—tight jeans and a white top—so innocent yet so alluring. As she passed me, I saw her firm breasts and rounded buttocks so prominent, and she didn't even notice me.

"Damn!" I heard a few boys around me whisper as she passed. Her magnificent breasts bounced gently with her movements. Looking closely at her top, I could vaguely see the lace of her bra, and I realized my penis was already erect. The

professor then gave the boy and Pei-ting various common hypnotic commands, such as making their arms stiff and unable to bend, or having a cute little dog in their hands. It was clear that Pei-ting's receptiveness to hypnosis was excellent.

Of course, at the end, the professor completely removed any inconvenience that the hypnotic suggestions might cause them, but Pei-ting's beautiful image was deeply imprinted in my mind, impossible to erase.

Finally, the professor suggested to the boy and Pei-ting that they wouldn't remember being hypnotized. Instead, they would firmly believe they were sitting in the audience watching two other classmates being hypnotized. They indeed followed the professor's advice. After class, many people told them they had been hypnotized during class, but they refused to believe it.

The next day, I asked Pei-ting out.

I didn't know I had such desires, but since that day, whenever I saw Pei-ting, I would think of her being hypnotized in class, and then I would feel excited, my lower body brimming with energy. Having these thoughts made me feel a little guilty towards Pei-ting. Of course, I never mentioned it to her, but I still read a lot of books about hypnosis and even signed up for hypnosis courses, but I never had the courage to try it.

Except for that one time.

In our fourth year, Pei-ting slept in my dorm one night. I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and looked at her sleeping soundly, and suddenly had the urge to hypnotize her again.

In this situation, I thought of a technique I had read in a book before, which I could use quite safely, so that even if I failed, no one would notice.

I deliberately followed her breathing rhythm, inhaling when she inhaled and exhaling when she exhaled, carefully watching the rise and fall of her chest. I did this for several minutes.

Then I—speeded up my breathing.

Pei-ting's breathing also quickened with mine.

Then I slowed down my breathing, and Pei-ting continued to cooperate with me.

It really worked, I thought to myself, and then I continued to have her coordinate her breathing with mine. I had to completely control my tension, because if I breathed too fast, Pei-ting might wake up.

"Sleep well, Pei-ting," I whispered in her ear as I exhaled. She seemed to murmur something in response, but I couldn't hear it.

A few more minutes passed like this, and I breathed with her, then whispered in her ear, "Sleep well, Pei-ting." I repeated this several times. Before, Pei-ting would sometimes shift her body, but now she didn't at all, and she didn't react at all when I spoke to her.

After a while, I changed what I was saying to her to "Sleep deeply, Pei-ting." ...Then, I changed it to "Sleep even deeper, even deeper." I lowered my voice, only speaking to her as I exhaled.

"Pei-ting...I will count from ten to one...When I count to one...you will find yourself sleeping very deeply...very soundly...becoming completely relaxed...very comfortably relaxed...with each number...you will sink deeper...nothing can stop you...sinking deeper with each number...ten...sleep deeply...nine...sleep even deeper..." And then I kept counting until one.

I wasn't sure if it would work, so I used two different hypnotic inductions on her. Finally, I decided to—give her hypnotic advice.

"Pei-ting, you find yourself—fantasizing about making love, how wonderful it feels when we make love, you imagine yourself—feeling excited, stimulated, comfortable, imagining your genitals overflowing with lustful fluids. When you think of these images, you feel—burning with desire. These images are so real, all the images and feelings seem real to you, even more intense than when you actually make love. You feel two or three times more excited, completely unable to resist. You've never felt like this before, yet you still feel very comfortable and relaxed." You find yourself burning up, your desire surging. You imagine yourself giving me oral sex, the feeling of having my penis in your mouth. You imagine yourself giving me oral sex, and you feel yourself actually sucking my penis. How wonderful that feeling is! You find yourself becoming more and more excited. You've never wanted a man like this before. You feel a surge of orgasm coursing through your body, growing stronger and stronger. Pei-ting was breathing rapidly. Although her eyes were closed, I could see her eyeballs moving quickly beneath her eyelids. She must have seen the scene I wanted her to imagine. She even—was writhing her body.

I decided to slow down. If she woke up now, all my efforts would be wasted.

"This image will seep deeper and deeper into your heart, your desire, my penis, you feel unable to resist... the urge to suck my hot cock, to lick me, to give me the best oral sex. As you feel yourself sleeping more soundly, this desire will only deepen. You will keep dreaming about these images. When you wake up, you will find yourself burning with desire, and you must quickly relieve your desire. I will count to five in a moment. After I count to five, you will fall into a deep sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow morning, you will want to relieve your long-suppressed desire. One, two, three, four, five." Pei-ting's breathing gradually slowed and became steady, but I could see her eyes were still moving. I slowly calmed myself down and then fell asleep beside her.

When I woke up, sunlight streamed through the blinds onto my face. I blinked, unable to adjust, and looked around, only to find that Pei-ting was not lying next to me.

Suddenly, I realized why I had woken up.

My penis was enveloped in a warm sensation. I felt a skilled tongue teasing the head of my penis, and warm lips moving up and down, gently sucking.

I looked down and saw Pei-ting lying on the bed, her head bowed, her mouth on my penis. Her eyes were closed, and her expression was one of utter ecstasy.

Pei-ting's oral sex skills had always been very satisfying, and she never hid her sexual desires. So every time she gave me oral sex, it was just to entice me to get an erection a second or even a third time, so that she could satisfy her needs.

At least that's how it always was.

I stared at her breathtakingly beautiful body. Her long hair cascaded over my stomach, one hand holding my penis, the other caressing my testicles. I could feel her alluring breasts pressed against my thighs, and her full buttocks, raised high, connected to her slender waist and delicate back. The sunlight streaming through the blinds created an exceptionally beautiful scene.

She noticed I was awake, opened her eyes and stared at me like a cat. She continued sucking for a few more moments before lifting her head.

"Hi, sleepyhead," she smiled, her right hand still stroking my penis.

"Uh... at least my lower body was awake a while ago," I panted, trying to sound funny. "Want to come on top?" For the first time, she refused my invitation.

"No," she whispered, a playful and seductive smile on her face. She then pressed her chin against my penis, her lips just touching the glans, gently stroking it back and forth, occasionally teasingly licking it with her tongue. "I'm still busy here." Then she opened her mouth and took my penis in, and I quickly succumbed and ejaculated.

She swallowed every drop of my semen into her mouth—something she had never done before, I thought to myself.

Then she climbed on top of me, and we caressed each other. After about five minutes, she straddled me in her favorite position, letting me enter her.

Just as I was about to lose control again, she climbed off me and returned to her original position, sucking my penis. I ejaculated almost immediately.

Afterwards, I stroked her head and asked, "Oh, you never used to do this. What's wrong?" She shook her head, looking a little confused, yet also a little happy.

"I...I don't know," she said. "As soon as I woke up this morning...I...wanted to have you in my mouth, that was all I could think about." She looked up at me, a sly smile on her face. "Actually, I still felt it wasn't enough." Then—she kissed me passionately.

"Oh..." I couldn't help but moan.

(Middle)

A few weeks later, we graduated. I never had the chance to try the same thing on her again, and I deeply regretted not giving her a command to immediately enter a hypnotic state.

During this time, Pei-ting's oral sex skills improved more and more. She even loved oral sex more than sex. Unfortunately, our relationship was tested during the summer after graduation. I was unwilling to change my life for her, and she insisted on going abroad for further studies. And so, she left me after the summer ended.

The story didn't end there. After she went abroad, we kept in touch by phone, but we started arguing more and more. Plus, I was still unemployed after graduation, unsure of what to do with my future. I also doubted my ability to keep her by my side. Finally, when we hung up our last phone call, we both knew it was our last conversation.

And now she's calling me again. I've always held her in the most important place in my heart, but I don't think she thinks of me often. Maybe I'm overthinking it. You can call me petty, but it's true that at this moment, when I wrote about the company and the upcoming IPO in the alumni newsletter, she called.

I arrived at the meeting place early, watching students, office workers, and all sorts of men and women strolling down the street… I must look great, I know it. I was wearing my most prized "investment tycoon" attire—a dark designer shirt, a black double-breasted wide-shouldered Armani suit, the hem of which swayed like waves in the evening breeze.

These days, the only thing I haven't sacrificed for work is my health. I've been making time to go to the gym and work out. I might not be the most handsome, but my physique was among the best in college, and I haven't let up since.

Then a taxi stopped in front of me, and Pei-ting stepped out.

My God, she looked even more stunning than before.

She was wearing a red suit, looking every bit the powerful businesswoman, a stark contrast to the easygoing person I remembered. I suddenly felt sorry for every man who did business with her; seeing such a beauty, I thought those men would be willing to give their lives for her.

"Hi, Pei-ting," I said, walking forward and giving her a polite hug.

Damn, the same perfume. I was using the cologne I used in college too.

"Ziyang," she smiled at me, "My God, you look as young as you did in college." "Don't flatter me," I said, "but you really are more beautiful than before." She smiled, and then we stood there looking at each other. Suddenly, a scene from a TV show flashed through my mind: two people seemingly getting along well, but each harboring their own secrets.

"The restaurant is here," I finally said, "Shall we go in?" We walked slowly, climbing the stairs step by step. The old feelings suddenly flooded back. I kept stopping myself from looking at her seemingly fuller breasts, the alluring skin peeking out from her neckline, and then I realized that what I should have stopped was deliberately avoiding looking at her breasts; it was just too unnatural.

Damn it, she just appeared and made me lose my balance, I thought to myself.

We entered the restaurant, and the waiter led us to a quiet corner. I ordered some drinks and continued to pretend to talk to Peiting naturally.

I've taken the first step in my plan, a plan I've meticulously crafted over the past week, repeatedly rehearsing in my mind. The skills required are the result of eight years of continuous practice.

Since studying psychology in university, I've realized my strong fetishistic tendencies. The impact of hypnosis on me hasn't diminished over the years. I've read every book on hypnosis I could find, even studying brainwashing techniques—starting with the basics and progressing to advanced ones. I've also learned a lot about NLP. I frequently attend stage hypnosis performances, absorbing all information about hypnosis like a sponge, then constantly practicing and rehearsing. The most

fascinating aspect of these techniques is that they don't require violence or drugs, and they're not just effective on the stupid. In fact, the smarter a woman is, the more easily she's influenced by hypnosis. This is very pleasing to me because I'm not interested in women who are all looks and no brains; what truly attracts me are intelligent, clever women with their own beliefs.

And Pei-ting is that kind of woman.

I—lay the foundation for my plan.

"You know, Pei-ting," I said casually as we reminisced about the past, "the first time I realized I was captivated by you was because of your focus. I remember often watching you in class, watching you listen so intently to the professor on the stage. I would often think to myself, 'Wow, you're such a model student, sitting so quietly, listening so attentively to every word that man says. You must have absorbed every single word, deeply internalized them. You even found it difficult to take notes because sitting there listening to him was the only thing on your mind. Nothing could distract you; you were like a statue.' It was this very quality of you that unbelievably attracted me," I continued. "You know you have an incredibly focused mind. You can immerse yourself deeply in your own thoughts, focusing all your ideas on one thing, one thought, or one feeling." I kept in sync with her breathing, gazing intently into her eyes. As I spoke, I noticed her pupils slowly dilate, and her breathing slow down.

"That's perfect," I paused for a moment, making the conversation seem natural. As she listened more and more attentively to what I was saying, I subconsciously accepted my "underlying command," and soon we were talking about work, about how difficult it is to sell a service to a client.

"I think the most important thing is trust," I said. "Have you ever met someone, someone you know very well, who makes you feel, 'Oh, this guy I can trust?' It's like you've completely gotten to know him, he knows everything about you, and you feel great. When you think back on that feeling, you feel that power, that feeling seems to immediately return to you, doesn't it? We want our clients to feel that way, 'Yes, I can trust this person,' so you have to make him like you. That's extremely important. You have to make him like you, and the more time you spend on that, the more likely you are to succeed." She nodded in agreement.

"It's a relationship of need. Have you ever really wanted something? I don't mean just wanting it, but something you truly crave, something you feel you can't live without. That feeling might even urge you to do things that seem inexplicable to you, but you have to do them? When you think about what you crave, that feeling keeps growing in your heart, and you can't control yourself at all. Can you feel it?" I gently touched her hand. "You can concentrate your mind completely and chase that ever-growing desire." Her body—leaning slightly forward, her mind completely focused, breathing slowly and deeply. She had completely forgotten about dinner. It was time, I immediately said again, lowering my voice so she had to concentrate to hear me clearly.

"Just as it's important for you to concentrate, you also need to relax. You need to completely relax. If you don't relax, you'll feel exhausted. What you can do now is relax your body and mind, breathe slowly and deeply, inhale... exhale... just like you're taking a warm bath after a hard day's work," I thought, she must have had this experience often. "Let yourself soak in it deeply, feel that warmth and relaxation entering your body. Don't you feel more and more relaxed, more and more sleepy, feeling all the muscles in your body relax?" What I was saying now was almost pure hypnotic induction, using a low and gentle tone to deeply penetrate Pei-ting's mind.

Pei-ting seemed to be almost unable to open her eyes, and her head was almost drooping.

In contrast to her, my big cock became hot and hard. …I had already instructed the waiter beforehand not to approach us unless I called him, because I was focusing all my attention on Pei-ting. I had to observe her every reaction and adjust the pace of the hypnosis accordingly. I continued to deepen her hypnosis, allowing her to completely relax. Her eyes finally closed, and my heart pounded faster and faster. I

spent another ten minutes guiding her into an even deeper hypnotic state, completely controlling her mind like a conductor. Finally, I felt her subconscious was ready, and I—gave her some permanent instructions.

"Pei-ting," I said softly, "with each breath, you'll find yourself deeper into this comfortable and relaxed state. You've never felt anything so wonderful in your life, and you'll be surprised that this isn't the limit, because with each breath you'll feel more comfortable and relaxed. The more attentively you listen to every word I say, the more wonderful it will feel. From now on, whenever I touch your right earlobe like this, or... say to you 'Sleep soundly, Pei-ting,' you'll find yourself immediately returning to this state, even deeper and more comfortable than now. No thought can stop you from returning to this state. You'll automatically close your eyes, relax all your muscles, and become more relaxed and focused than you are now. Do you understand? Nod if you can." Pei-ting nodded.

"Very good, Pei-ting. Next, I will count to five. When I count to five, you will immediately wake up, forget everything that happened while you were hypnotized, forget any commands I gave you. My commands will be completely absent from your consciousness, but you will still obey. So when I touch your right earlobe like this, or say to you 'Sleep deeply, Pei-ting,' you will immediately return to this state. Each time you return to the hypnotic state, it will be deeper than before. Do you understand? Nod." Pei-ting nodded again.

"Very good, one, two, three, four, five!" Pei-ting suddenly opened her eyes, and I pretended that we were still talking, deliberately interrupting halfway through—"...So that week at the end of last year was my only vacation," I saw her blinking rapidly, her expression full of confusion, so I stopped the conversation, "I'm sorry, I must have made you feel very bored." "No! It's not like that, I was just a little tired from the long flight." She said, seemingly not fully recovered.

"Oh, you don't look like you've just come from a long journey," I said. "Look how beautiful your earrings are, maybe I can..." I reached out my left hand and touched her earlobe. For a moment, her body trembled slightly.

Then she immediately closed her eyes.

I smiled.

"Very good, Pei-ting. Now listen carefully. When you wake up, I will touch my nose and say something to you. When you see me touching my nose, your mind will have a special reaction. You won't hear or understand what I'm saying, but you will believe what I say or obey my commands. You will feel that it is your own decision, what you want to do, and you cannot resist it at all. Whatever I tell you while touching my nose, you will completely obey or completely believe. You won't know what I'm saying to you, but you will completely accept it, understand? Nod." Pei-ting nodded.

"Very good. One last instruction: when I touch any part of your body, except your right earlobe, you will feel a pleasurable current coursing through your entire body. You've never felt this before; that euphoric pleasure will rush through your body like a waterfall. Of course, the point I touch will be the most intense. Every time I touch you, this feeling will become even stronger. Do you understand? Nod." Pei-ting nodded.

"Very good. Just like last time, you won't remember anything that happened during the hypnosis, but your subconscious will completely obey my commands. When I count from one to five, you will be fully awake. One, two, three, four, five!" Pei-ting quickly opened her eyes again.

"...Tomorrow will definitely be great," I continued. "Will you stay here for a long time?" Pei-ting adjusted her posture.

“Uh, yeah,” she said, “I have a meeting on Monday, so I’ll be here until at least Wednesday.” “Great,” I smiled, placing my hand on the back of hers. She suddenly gasped, her whole body stiffening. “I’m really glad you called, Pei-ting. It’s been so long. How did you decide to do this?” Her breathing became more rapid, and then I removed my hand.

“Oh, I told you, the past is the past,” she said. “I just miss the time we spent together. We were so happy back then.” I nodded, then touched my nose.

“Tell me the real reason.”

“To be honest, it’s because I saw how successful your company is. I never thought you’d make so much money, so I wanted to come here and build a good relationship with you, even if it meant sleeping with you.” She suddenly covered her mouth in panic, and I touched my nose again.

“Forget you told me the real reason,” I said, and her expression relaxed again.

Things are getting serious, I thought to myself.

I kept my hand on my nose and said, "You suddenly feel a strong need for a man, a desperate need for sexual comfort. This feeling fills every corner of your body, growing stronger and stronger. Soon, you find yourself needing to masturbate immediately to satisfy your needs. You go to the toilet—pleasantly satisfying yourself. But strangely, you become increasingly excited, feeling like you're about to reach an orgasm you've never experienced before, but you just can't. Then you suddenly think of me. When my image appears in your mind, you find yourself closer to orgasm. The more intently you think of me, how attracted you are to me, the closer you find yourself to orgasm, but you still can't reach it. Then you realize that what you truly crave... is to obey me, to follow my every command. When you realize this, when your mind is focused solely on wanting absolute obedience to me, you will reach an intense orgasm you never dared to imagine. As you enjoy the orgasm, the image of obeying me will continuously flood your mind." I removed my hand.

We chatted for a few more minutes, and Pei-ting seemed restless, fidgeting in her seat.

Finally, she interrupted me.

"Ziyang, I must have drunk too much. I'll be right back." I nodded and smiled, watching her practically run into the women's restroom. I took a small sip of my drink, thinking it would take her quite a while.

Ten minutes later, I heard faint, suppressed moans coming from inside the restroom.

I smiled and waved for the waiter.

"Check, please."

(Continued)

Peiting didn't emerge from the restroom for several more minutes, looking flustered and disoriented. I stood up and waited for her to sit down before sitting down myself. She seemed afraid to meet my gaze.

This is what makes hypnosis so interesting. Peiting is one of the few truly independent women I've met. She's shrewd and confident; she knows what she wants and knows how to get it. It's rare to see her hesitate in anything she does. Perhaps it's because her parents divorced when she was young, and she doesn't trust anyone except herself. Yet, her responsiveness to hypnosis is so exceptional—something she could never have imagined.

"Oh, it's so late," I glanced at my watch. "I'm so happy today, thank you so much for coming out with me." "Yeah, me too," she mumbled.

"You can call me anytime you want, although I can't guarantee I'll have the time—too many shares and miscellaneous things at the company—but I'll try my best for you, my old friend." Pei-ting lowered her head and didn't answer. I smiled.

"Pei-ting?" I said, and she looked up at me.

I touched my nose again.

"When you go to sleep tonight, when you wake up tomorrow, and even after every meal this weekend, what just happened to you will happen again, and even more intensely than this time. When you masturbate, you'll keep thinking about me, which will bring you closer and closer to orgasm. And only when you think about completely obeying me can you enjoy a violent and longed-for orgasm." I took my hand off my nose and stood up, helping her stand up by her elbow. She—panting again, but without any intense reaction.

As we walked down the street, a young man staring at her so intently nearly crashed into the car in front of him. I hailed a taxi, gave the driver five hundred dollars to take her back to the hotel, and then we smiled at each other.

I leaned forward and gave her a polite hug. As my arms encircled her body, her chest pressed against mine, I noticed her body trembling slightly.

"Goodbye," I said, "Take care on the road."

"You too," she replied, then almost pushed me away and quickly got into the taxi.

I watched the taxi slowly disappear into the darkness.

"See you soon," I whispered, a smug smile on my face.

When I got home on Saturday afternoon, the phone rang. I recognized the caller ID as belonging to the hotel and answered it with a smile.

"Hello?"

"Hello? It's me, Pei-ting."

"Oh, Pei-ting, how's it

going?" "Well, I happen to be free tonight. Would you like to have dinner with me again?" "Oh, let me see, I seem to have a few appointments tonight... Oh well, whatever. What time are you free?" "Seven o'clock is fine?"

"No problem. Why don't you come to my place and I'll entertain you?"

"No!" She suddenly screamed, as if startled. "Uh, I think I should entertain you this time. Let's go to a restaurant." Tch, I thought to myself, she just doesn't want to be alone with me. Sex is her greatest asset, and she definitely doesn't want to give it to me so soon.

"How's your place?" I suddenly changed the subject. "Did you sleep well last night? Did you sleep soundly, Pei-ting?" I waited, but she didn't answer, only the sound of her breathing.

"Pei-ting, if you can hear me, answer me."

"Yes." A very soft voice came out.

"When you wake up, you'll find yourself wanting to come to my house for dinner, so you'll definitely agree. Count to five and wake up, one, two, three, four, five." "Oh, don't do that," I said, "How about we go to my house instead?" "Okay!" she said, "That's fine too, but next time it'll be my treat." "No problem," I said happily, "I'll pick you up at seven." At seven o'clock in the evening, I drove my BMW M3 to the hotel entrance. With my abilities, I could buy a more expensive car, but this one was the one I thought best balanced performance and luxury. I got out of the car and looked at the hotel lobby.

Oh! I couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when I saw Pei-ting.

She wore a strapless black fitted dress, carried a Chanel handbag, and wore elegant high heels. A silver necklace, like a curtain, adorned her delicate neck, highlighting the grandeur of her breasts below the neckline. She also wore silver diamond earrings and a well-matched bracelet, perfectly complementing her refined气质 and beauty.

As I opened the door for her to get in the car, I could almost feel the angry stares of the men on the street.

"You're getting more and more beautiful," I said, gently kissing her cheek.

Then I returned to the driver's seat and drove smoothly towards my home. We chatted casually the whole way, as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, that's wonderful," she exclaimed as we entered my private elevator.

"Thank you."

We had a wonderful dinner. I'm not bragging, because I didn't cook it; I had a chef prepare many dishes, and I only handled the final touches after they left.

"You look so beautiful, you know? Everything around you seems so insignificant," I said honestly.

"Well, I thought you might want to go for a walk somewhere, so I dressed like this," she smiled. Oh, I thought to myself, she's still trying to avoid being alone with me.

Then I touched my nose.

"Pei-ting, we'll sit on that sofa for a while. During this time, you'll find yourself getting more and more excited, realizing you need sexual comfort, and finding yourself uncontrollably wanting a man. Images of you and me making love will flood your mind, but you'll feel frustrated because I haven't detected your desire at all. So you'll—seduce me, using every method to make me make love to you." "I'll play some popular pub dance music on the stereo. At that moment, you'll suddenly find yourself wanting to strip for me. This is the only way for you to express your needs, to express your desire for me. You'll become the sexiest stripper, but you won't take off all your clothes immediately. After I play three songs, you'll take off everything except your accessories and high heels. As you dance, you'll find your sexual desire growing stronger and stronger, so strong that you can't control it at all. After the third song, you'll find yourself only able to follow your desires." I removed my hand from my nose, and Pei-ting blinked in confusion.

Then I stood up and led her to the sofa. We continued chatting, but I noticed that Pei-ting was becoming increasingly restless; her mind was clearly no longer on our conversation.

I pretended not to notice anything and waited for a while before picking up the stereo remote and pressing a button.

A strong rhythm blared from the speakers.

Pei-ting's expression seemed to have suddenly made up her mind. She put down her glass, abruptly stood up, and stood in front of me.

"Where are you going?" I asked deliberately.

"Don't talk," she whispered, then bent down, placed her hands on my knees, and gave me a deep, long kiss. Then she stood up again—and started dancing.

She closed her eyes, tossed her head back, and swayed her body to the music, her hands restlessly caressing every corner of her body. Then she turned around, bringing her hips close to me, swaying seductively, before turning back again, her eyes fixed on me. I had wanted to gaze at her too, but I couldn't resist the allure of her beautiful, seductive body.

I—regretted choosing such a long song; I didn't know if I could hold out until the end.

Pei-ting danced sexy in her evening gown, no less than any professional stripper. She focused entirely on me, watching which moves attracted me most, and then continued to try every way to seduce me.

She knelt down in front of me, pushing her beautiful breasts together with her hands, then pressed them down as well, crawling towards me like a pet, her eyes fixed upwards on me. She then pressed her breasts against my knees, wriggling, before standing up again, spreading my legs apart and swaying her body in front of me.

During the second song—, Pei-ting reached behind her—unbuttoned her top, letting it slide to the floor, circling her feet.

Oh my god, her breasts were even bigger than I remembered. I unconsciously reached out, but she suddenly stepped back, standing in the center of the living room.

Every movement of hers was seductive; I felt the power in my groin about to explode. Her hands… caressed her stomach, pinching her nipples through her black bra, then slipped inside her panties, as if she couldn't wait to take them off.

During the third song—, Pei-ting straddled me, rubbing her full breasts against my face.

Then she shifted her body slightly backward, still straddling me, her inner thighs pressing against my already erect penis. She played with her lips with her fingers, looking at me lustfully, and then—unhooked the front of her bra.

When she took off her bra, two round and firm breasts sprang out, her 36C figure displayed before my eyes. Her areolas were small, probably only the size of a coin, and her nipples were fully erect. She grabbed my hand—and twisted her upper body, letting her nipples slap against my nose. I suddenly licked her nipple. She panted, smiled, and then returned to the center of the living room, continuing to dance. …She unbuckled her black belt, preparing to remove her garter belt. A slight panic crossed her face when she realized she had to take off her shoes first. I gave her an "OK" sign, and she took off her shoes, then her garter belt. She turned her back to me, bent over, and slowly pulled down her panties. As she lifted her feet to remove them, her buttocks swayed naturally.

I stood up and, with trembling hands, took off my shirt. This song was fucking long!

Pei-ting knelt down again, one hand on her thigh, the other caressing her breasts. I continued to remove my trousers. She seemed even more excited as she watched me pull up my clothes—letting out a soft moan.

The third song finally ended.

Pei-ting stopped what she was doing, stared at me, and then suddenly jumped over, pinning me down on the sofa. She hastily pulled down my boxer shorts, and as soon as my penis was exposed, she immediately took it into her mouth, sucking it with ecstatic pleasure and letting out wanton moans.

"Oh, God," she said during a brief pause, "I've never craved any man's penis like I have yours." "Oh, don't stop, keep going," I gasped, and she continued giving me oral sex.

Just as I was about to climax, I suddenly realized the real reason she was here: she was only after my money, for my success, not for me.

"Stop," I said, lifting her head. She looked at me, her expression quite confused, her right hand still gripping my penis.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Well, you know what I really like?" I said, "I want you to use your full breasts to sandwich my penis and give me a blowjob. I told you that when we were dating." A slight displeasure appeared on her face.

"I've always refused," she said, a little annoyed.

She truly was; as I've said, Pei-ting is a very independent woman. Even in bed, she never wants to do anything that would lower her status.

Of course, the striptease just now had already crossed her line.

I frowned; of course, I wouldn't give up so easily.

Then I touched my nose.

"Pei-ting, you'll find that you've always longed to give me a blowjob. You've always refused me because you couldn't believe your own desires, but now, you've decided to be honest with yourself. You really want to give me a blowjob, and when you do, you'll feel more and more excited." I lowered my hand.

"I think that was because I was too unrealistic when I was younger."

She moved forward slightly, licked her hands, then rubbed them on the inside of her breasts, then brought the center of her breasts close to my almost ejaculated penis, slowly squeezing her breasts with both hands and sliding them up and down.

The feeling was incredible. I watched my glans appear and disappear in her cleavage. Pei-ting lowered her head further, licking my glans as she moved down. ...A short while later, I noticed she was squeezing her breasts even harder, and I knew I was almost out of control.

"Look...at me..." I gasped, touching my nose.

"You want...me...to cum...on...your breasts..." I continued, still panting, "It will make you...even more...excited..." I released her.

I yelled and ejaculated. Pei-ting immediately grasped my penis, aiming it at her breasts, letting the warm white fluid shoot onto her nipples. Then she looked at me languidly, smearing my semen on her breasts with her hands, then pushing her breasts with her hands and licking them with her tongue.

"This is incredible," she said. I nodded, feeling almost faint, and then touched my nose again.

"You want to sleep with me now, all you can think about is the pleasure of having sex with me, you know you have to pursue your desire." Pei-ting stood up, a stunningly beautiful woman, completely naked and wearing high heels. She took my hand and led me... to the room, then pushed me onto the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, and then she knelt down to give me oral sex.

My penis quickly became erect again, and then she stood up, preparing to climb on top of me.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

She stopped, looking at me strangely.

"I want to be on top of you," she said.

"No," I said, "I want to come from behind you."

This time she was really angry.

"You know I don't like this," she said loudly, pushing me away and standing up, "That's too shameful, I would never agree to that!" Maybe, I thought to myself, touching my nose with my hand.

“Peiting, darling, you feel the same way about being fucked from behind and giving me a blowjob, but ten times stronger. You’ve always longed to try this position; it’s your deepest secret. You love the feeling of being dominated and powerless, so you’ll succumb to your desire and beg me to fuck you from behind, to completely surrender yourself to me. From today onward, you will gladly accept any request I make without any questions or objections.” My hand left my nose.

Peiting looked a little confused and uneasy.

“Ziyang, can I tell you the truth?” she said.

“Of course, go ahead,” I said.

“Actually, I’ve always fantasized about you fucking me from behind. I’ve never told anyone, but I hope you can help me. Are you willing?” “Willing what?”

She seemed quite embarrassed, holding back tears.

“Are you willing… to fuck me from behind?”

“No, unless you beg me more sincerely.”

She stood there looking at me first, then climbed onto the bed, kneeling on her elbows and knees, her buttocks facing me.

“Please fuck me,” she whispered.

"You have to say, 'Please fuck me from behind,'" I said.

"Please fuck me from behind, Ziyang," her voice was still very low, "Please, I want your... cock, please put it inside me, please." "Okay, that's enough." I knelt behind her. I

looked down at her firm, round buttocks, rubbing my penis against the outside of her hot, wet pussy before slowly inserting it.

Peiting gasped and cried out, her hands unconsciously gripping the blanket. I held her buttocks with my hands and kept thrusting, feeling her warm vagina enveloping me.

Her whole body was trembling; I thought she was close to orgasm, and I was close to my limit too.

I thrust into her harder and harder, penetrating deeper and deeper into her vagina, slamming my hips against her. I noticed she was covered in sweat, screaming with each thrust, "Oh! Keep going! It's so good!

Don't stop!" Eventually, I couldn't understand what she was saying anymore, only that she was moaning loudly with excitement, enjoying the pleasure of being fucked.

She was completely unaware of the hidden cameras I had placed in the living room and bedroom. …She seemed to have already reached orgasm, but it was getting more and more intense, out of control. Then she gripped her violently shaking breasts tightly.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and I ejaculated with all my energy, feeling twice as much as before.

Pei-ting felt my semen enter her body, screamed, and released all her climax. I thought this was my limit, but I found myself getting erect again very quickly, and I even ejaculated again.

Finally, we both collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

"I didn't know…you were…so amazing…" she said, looking at me with admiration.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Normally you should be fast asleep by now, Pei-ting." She immediately closed her eyes, all strength draining from her body. I smiled at her.

"Alright," I whispered, "I have more orders for you, Pei-ting..."

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