Not a Brave, not a Wizard, and certainly not a Daemon, just a decorative NPC who doesn’t even have quest-triggering capabilities and hangs around town all day long, only acting like a broken phonograph constantly skipping stitches and saying, “Hmmm …… I think it’s a nice day. “
Yet even more sadly when I realized that even such an awakening is just something everyone feels more or less after leaving adolescence and detaching themselves from their personal myths, I could only silently draw a big red cross in my mind at my last value as well.
“Alcorn introduced the concept of personal mythology to account for the phenomenon of adolescent self-centeredness.” The guy who’d been a professor since he was thirty, though, stood in the lecture hall and drew two white lines on the board, “He argued that adolescent self-centeredness has two main characteristics; does any of the class know which ones?”
He raised his hand with the chalk and walked from one end of the podium to the other.
“Does anyone know?”
That’s when someone touched my hand that was dragging my cheeks, and I turned my head to look at the fat brother from my high school class shrinking his head and bringing his bloated body up to the table.
“Hey, do you know the answer to that?” He asked.
I looked at him lazily, then impatiently pointed to the textbook on my desk.
“Doesn’t it say so clearly?” I pointed to the text that had just robbed me of the last value of my life.
Fatty brushes away my textbook and then raises his hands in an exaggerated manner, knocking the entire table askew.
“Oh, very good!” The professor let out a sound of surprise, after all, a general studies course with nearly a hundred students, actually only fifty percent of the students were present, and there were only a few awake students, someone who was willing to answer the questions was really comparable to winning the lottery.
“There are, there are two characteristics.” Fatty said nervously, “The first is the assumption that there is an imaginary audience viewing them, and the second is an over-emphasis on their feelings and uniqueness.”
“That’s right, this student made a good point.” The professor happily wrote down the keywords hypothetical audience and personal myth on the two white lines, and then continued his lecture with gusto.
To be honest, I loathed the guy, and watching him completely immersed in his own world made one want to laugh at him, but the reality factor of being young and talented forced me to retract my disdain – because in the eyes of the world, I’m just an even bigger failure of existence, I guess.
“Thanks.” Fatty whispered.
I squinted at him, then took my textbook.
“Why are you so active all of a sudden?” I blurted out the doubt in my mind, after all, I hadn’t seen him this serious before.
But Fatty didn’t answer, so I didn’t care, I just stared out the window, no it should be staring at the female classmate beside the window and ogled. That girl has a big wave of long hair, hair along her cheeks draped over her shoulders, her face trimmed even more small, far from clear to see the looks, just from the bottom edge of her tightly fitting pants sweater deep out of the pair of long legs, I do not think it is necessary to obsess about her face.
If I could just lay her in my arms and run my palms over those long legs, up the calves and then slide them into the insides of my legs-suddenly my body was shaken so violently that the thoughts in my head disconnected.
“I’m only telling you ooh for the sake of our friendship.” I looked at Fatty’s serious expression and swallowed back the expletives that were about to come out of my mouth. “This professor only came to our school this year, I was bored to look up his resume on the net before, do you know what he does?”
“Professor of Psychology?”
“He studies hypnosis.” Fatty’s voice couldn’t be lower.
“Oh, so whaaaat?” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, I knew the son of a bitch liked the flavor, but I didn’t think he’d be addicted to it to this extent. “You didn’t think the complex in the manga was real, did you?”
“Shit, you don’t believe it whoo!” Fatty asked in surprise.
“Shit, you believe that ooh?” I acted even more surprised.
“Forget it if you don’t believe me.” Fatty glared at me fiercely, then said, “I’m going to give him a good impression anyway, then see if he can teach me a few tricks.”
“Even if hypnosis really is that cool, well, do you think he’ll just teach you?”
“Did you know that there are psychology experiments at school where students are invited to participate in the experiment?”
“I know, some simple tests, asking questions or situational simulations.”
“This professor has been inviting subjects as well, and there’s a limit to the number of people.”
“You signed up for this experiment?” I was genuinely surprised this time, I didn’t realize he was so action-oriented.
“Of course it is, it’s tonight, I’m going to ask him for advice then, and don’t you forget I applied to change my department last year, I applied to the Psychology department, I’m going to impress him a little bit before I apply to help him with his research.”
I guess dumbfounded is the only way to describe my performance at the moment, and I have to admire the fact that this person, who couldn’t even last two days on an exercise diet, can work so hard for an unrealistic fantasy to such an extent.
“What if it’s not as godly as you think?” I asked.
“It’s okay, at least I bet my life on my dreams.” He said the handsome line he had learned somewhere.
I guess I’ll just have to wish him well.
The bell rang and I gathered up my textbooks, picked up my backpack and headed for the classroom door, only to realize that Fatty hadn’t followed me when I got to the door. I looked back to my seat only to realize that he had left all his stuff behind and ran to the lecture hall alone, the professor looked happy, the two of them didn’t know what they were talking about, and the professor’s expression grew more and more serious.
I wanted to get closer to hear what they were talking about when a figure suddenly swung past my eyes, and I hurriedly stopped in my tracks so that I didn’t bump into my classmates who were about to leave the classroom.
“Sorry.” I hastily apologized, and that’s when I realized that it was the female classmate with the long, big wavy hair that I almost bumped into, and she looked at me coldly without saying a word.
Her features were delicate, and her eyes looked intense and strong.
“Can you please not stall at the door?” She said and walked out without looking back.
I stared blankly at her back until Fatty tapped me on the shoulder.
“Hey, why have you been gawking today?”
“Nothing much.” I said. “What did you tell the professor?”
“Oh I was just asking him about his experiment for the night and poked around a bit.” Fatty said, “The professor said it was a very serious matter, but seeing as I was so enthusiastic, he decided to let me help him with his experiment tonight, and if I did well, he was considering taking me on as a student.”
“You’re in too much of a hurry.” I analyze it with an objective perspective, “If he knows your intentions, he’d better still hand over the murder weapon to the thugs.”
“You’re thinking too much, I’m totally a good student who’s obsessed with learning for the sake of learning.” Fatty said smugly.
“Well, I’m going back to the dorms, so why don’t you stop by and pick up some food for me tonight?”
“No problem.” He said.
I went back to my dorm and took a shower while reminiscing about my past experiences learning hypnosis – a time I hadn’t told Fatty about.
At that time the instructor asked us to work in groups of three, one of us would lie down in a chair, close our eyes and pretend we were hypnotized, then the person in the chair would be asked to imagine an experience he or she had had, like jogging or swimming, and then the other two would start describing it.
Most of the people attending at the time were peers who, like me, had unrealistic visions of hypnosis.
We say things like, “You want to believe that you’re talking about the piano and you’re becoming one with the music,” or “You look up and you see the clouds in the sky, and they’re so white and blue, they seem to be sucking you in,” and nothing happens, and when I sit down in the chair I think the other two people are just stupid. I thought the other two were just stupid.
–It wasn’t until later that the instructor told us that sentences that dealt with inner feelings or didn’t have images were only counterproductive, and that induction required images as well as sensory sensations.
The instructor then went on to give an example, saying that when people take the elevator, they tend to stare at the changing floors as if they were hypnotized, and don’t suddenly wake up until the elevator arrives: they really are just like people who have just woken up, and there is a brief period of time when they don’t grasp what is going on, which is why we tend to go to the wrong floors, or are surprised by the people who have just gotten into the elevator.
Next I spent a long time practicing how to get people into such a hypnotic state. But much later I realized that hypnosis is just another form of communication. Although the person you are communicating with seems to be completely at your mercy, this is just an illusion. Hypnotizing someone to stand up and dance is no easier than just asking them to stand up and dance – if you know the person very well, hypnosis is a much more tiring idea.
After taking a shower, drying myself and blow-drying my hair, I entered the forums and searched for all the articles related to “hypnosis”. Although I clearly knew the gap between fantasy and reality, the beauty of fantasy was still desirable, and I just looked at the forums while waiting for my dinner, which was to be served in the morning.
Then I just waited until eleven-thirty, my stomach rumbling.
Finally Fatty pushed open the door and walked in, exhausted.
“Any luck?” I asked.
Fatty looked at me with a very twisted expression on his face as he walked over to his desk and pulled out his chair and sat down, laying his whole face on the desk then said, “You’re right ……”
“Hmm? What did you say?” I didn’t hear the rest of what I said.
“You’re not wrong, hypnosis isn’t that magical.” Fatty’s voice was muffled in his arm, and it always felt like there was something strange about it. “I’m a little tired and want to go to sleep first.”
He said as he got up from the chair he had just pulled out and laboriously climbed onto the raised bed.
“Hey, you’re not taking a shower, are you?” I yelled from above.
“I’m tired, I’ll talk tomorrow.” Fatty seemed to have nestled himself under the quilt.
I can imagine Fatty’s disappointment, but it didn’t feel right. If he was sad, shouldn’t he have complained to me? Or is he so sad that he’s not in the mood anymore?
“Well then I’m going to bed too, I’m starving.” I said, covering my computer, turning off the lamp, and hopping on the other side of the bed. “Fatty, if you’re upset, we can talk.”
“It’s fine it’s fine.” Fatty said. “Don’t mind me.”
I had planned to maybe share my past experiences with him, but I didn’t realize that he flatly refused, which made me feel even more out of place.
“Actually, even I can’t let go of this fantasy, I guess.” I thought to myself, that’s why I can’t help but doubt Fatty now.
Rolling over, I decided to put those thoughts aside.
After some time, I heard a small commotion coming from the darkness, and I raised my head suspiciously, looking down from the edge of the bed, only to see Fatty sitting in front of his desk, with a large packet of toilet paper next to his computer, several sheets having been pulled out and strewn across the desktop.
I squinted my eyes towards the screen and saw a half-naked girl standing inside a white room, one hand on her privates, obscene cries coming out of her mouth, and the girl had long beautiful big wavy hair!
“Ahh ……! Guh ohh……. A.A.!” The lower half of the girl’s body continued to tremble, the movement of her fingers could be seen through the thin fabric of her panties, and clear liquid The lower half of the girl’s body continued to tremble, the movement of her fingers could be seen through the thin fabric of her panties, and clear liquid continued to flow from the corners of her panties where they had been turned up.
At first I thought Fatty just couldn’t take the reality of the blow and decided to Jiri a shot to take it out properly, until a familiar figure appeared behind the girl and I sensed something was wrong.
The young professor put his hands on the girl’s breasts from behind, the small but perfectly shaped breasts were dotted with two pink nipples, and the look of enjoyment on the girl’s face was really pleasing to the eye.
The professor lowered his head to suck on her nipple and the girl’s demeanor became more trance-like as she mumbled, “Yaaaah! So good! Mmmm …… haaaaah!”
The professor plucked the girl’s hand away and replaced it with his own deep inside her panties, the lewdness flowing even more profusely all around as the professor extended around to stroke the girl’s privates, rubbing them slowly as the girl’s gasps grew louder and louder.
“Ahhhh …… give it to me, ahhh! Ahh …… ahhhhhhh ……!”
The professor suddenly slipped his finger into his honey hole and stirred it rapidly, and the girl surprisingly climaxed just like that.
At that moment the camera suddenly shook violently a few times, as if it had been moved somewhere to be re-erected, then another figure appeared from behind the camera – I gasped backwards, that person turned out to be Fatty. At the same time Fatty in front of the computer started to move, he grabbed a handful of toilet paper then started to lather his bottom.
The girl on the screen was lowered to the ground, the professor walked over to the young girl with the fat brother whose body was obviously stiff, the two of them crouched down, the fat brother attached his ear and whispered something in the girl’s ear, then the girl crawled up as if she suddenly came back to her senses.
The girl deftly removed her panties and then wrapped herself around Fatty like a snake, his feet gave out and the two fell backward out of the shot, and then all that could be heard was the moans of the pin-ups and Fatty’s uncomfortable moans.
Fatty in front of the screen let out a groan as well, which honestly lasted an uncharacteristically short amount of time.
Fatty let out a long breath and threw the toilet paper ball into the trash can, then closed the computer screen, then I heard his footsteps coming towards me, I quickly rolled over inside and pretended to be asleep.
Then the whole bed began to vibrate, and Fatty slowly climbed up, and I judged from the sound of his breathing that he was surveying me from above, and after a time he seemed to believe that I was really asleep before he climbed out of bed.
“Idiot, even if I was really sleeping now you’ve woken me up.” I thought to myself.
I looked at the phone, waiting for the time to pass, nothing to do just dry waiting is really very torturous, until more than an hour later, fat brother came bursts of snoring, I just quietly out of bed, opened the fat brother’s computer.
I found the movie from the player’s history file and uploaded it to the cloud drive, a process that took less than ten minutes, and then I rushed back to bed, grabbed my phone and started to download the movie, and then ducked under the covers, plugged in my headphones and started to watch what the hell was going on.
The movie begins with an empty room and then the sound of a door opening.
The professor took the female student into the room, and then began to explain to her the process of the experiment, presumably to test how the students would react differently to the music when they stayed in a room of different colors, and the student next to her who was in charge of holding the camera (a.k.a. Fatty) was there to record the process of the experiment.
The female student nodded, then turned to face the wall as instructed. The professor barked a few words to Fatty, then turned and made a show of going out the door, then tapped the female student violently on the shoulder when she wasn’t looking.
“Huh?” The female student turned around, confusion written all over her face.
At that moment, the professor reached out his hand for no apparent reason, as if he wanted to shake her hand, and the female student subconsciously reached out in response, at which point the professor’s left hand suddenly gripped her wrist, and then said in a low voice, “Let your arm slowly drop down while you fall into a state of disorientation.”
Seeing this, I whispered, “Masterful.”
The professor utilizes the human habit of shaking hands to make the other party raise their hands spontaneously, but in the middle of the group breaks to make the female student fall into a more overwhelmed state immediately after the confusion, this trick is called pattern blocking, and the most difficult thing is to grasp the other party flabbergasted instantly to give a verbal prompt, otherwise the other party may quickly come back to their senses and then react.
But looking at the blank eyes of my female classmates made me even more confused, what next?
“You come over here and help me hold her.” The professor said towards the camera.
The camera shifted, and then Fatty appeared from behind, walking up behind the female student and gripping the girl’s shoulder in a bit of a twist.
“Now let’s start the real experiment.” The professor’s voice couldn’t hide his excitement.
He walked out of the room, then returned not long afterward with a cart with two helmets on it.
The professor put one helmet on the girl’s head and the other helmet on himself.
“I just explained to you what to do if the machine works smoothly, now I’m telling you, if it fails you leave without us and go on your own, I can’t hold you back.” The professor said, and Fatty seemed intimidated.
“Master I won’t leave you behind, I’m willing to do whatever it takes!”
The professor smiled and said, “I was worried at first that I didn’t know how to start this experiment, but I didn’t expect to meet you, it’s kind of my luck, not everyone dares to do this kind of thing, even if it fails I’m still very relieved, and when the time comes, you’ll just take my results and continue your research.”
After hearing this, Fatty didn’t say anything else. I think Fatty was actually only worried that if something happened, his dream would be dashed along with it.
Then the professor turned on the machine, and his body began to spasm irregularly the moment he pressed the button, as did the girl’s, and then after a long time the weird spasms slowly ceased.
“What’s going on?” The girl spoke slowly, the corners of her eyes stained with teardrops looking churlish.
“Professor?” Fatty asked tentatively.
“Professor? Who are you talking about?” The girl asked blankly.
Fatty seemed to be alarmed that the experiment had failed, and let go of the girl in terror and threw her downward. The girl’s head hit the cart hard, then fell to the ground.
“Ahh! That hurts!” The girl chirped.
Then she saw the professor who had fallen to the ground.
“Right, I’m doing an experiment!” The girl instantly came to her senses, then turned around and grabbed Fatty who was about to run away. “Big Fatty my experiment worked! I’ve succeeded! The experiment of mind value entry succeeded!”
“What!” Fatty said in surprise, as he knelt down and grabbed the girl’s shoulders and shook them vigorously.
“Oooh ……” The girl took the pain and Fatty calmed down a bit, while realizing that he was facing a mature female body.
“Then let’s continue the experiment!” The professor in the girl’s body seemed to actually turn into a young teenage girl as she jumped up and took Fatty’s hand and spun around. “Quickly help me put my body and the machine to the side, remember to see if the camera is aligned.”
“No problem!”
When he was cleaned up, Fatty walked towards the camera, then the lens moved to the center of the room to focus on the girl.
“Now I’m going to start the self-suggestion and also the preparation for the constraints.” The girl said to the camera. “In my hand now is a special potion that reduces my willpower and dramatically increases my libido.”
She inserted the needle into her arm as she spoke, and her face, which was already a little strong, seemed a little angry with a touch of resentful petulance as her brow furrowed.
“Well …… so itchy ……,” only injected less than a few minutes, the girl winced, and then began to rub her breasts as well as her private parts through the material of her clothes. “I didn’t expect the …… drug to be …… so strong, ah! Hurry up …… and take my body over, haaaaahhhh!”
She said and crouched down, her whole body trembling non-stop.
“It’s so hard …… hurry up!
The camera began to shake to and then down, shining on the professor’s feeble feet, and then the camera panned, only to see that the girl’s long hair with big waves had fallen apart, and she struggled to take off her upper body sweater, and tugged off her bra with her hands and feet, and the nipples on the two rounded, plump breasts were already standing up excitedly.
The girl flung herself onto the lifeless male body, grabbed the man’s hand and shoved it into her lower body, and began writhing rhythmically – she was actually masturbating with what used to be her own hand!
She used her whole arm as a stick and kept grinding it back and forth between her breasts and across her body, and I was so mesmerized by the obsession that I couldn’t help but swallow, while I heard gulping noises coming from inside the screen.
“Love the flavor, haha …… Come on give it to me, anything! Uh-huh! I want it so bad ……”
The girl said letting go of the man’s hand and moving down to start undoing her belt – she bucked her hips on her knees, her upper body pressing against the man’s lower body, her pale back forming a sexy line.
My panties were getting tighter and tighter as I watched her lewd gesture, but I knew I had to continue to keep my wits about me and see where it would go.
Inside the screen, the girl who had been worthy of the professor’s consciousness braced herself, her honey pussy turning and turning against the rod at the top, and she reached down to play with her honey pussy, one fingertip stirring inside, making herself moan and groan.
“Uh-huh ah! I love teacher’s rod the most, come and fuck me!”
After she finished her sentence, she squatted over the man’s body, and her unconscious but hardened rod plunged straight in.
“Yaaaahhhhhhhh!” The girl let out a high-pitched, lustful scream.
“Man’s meat stick, haaaa…… turned out to be so good!”
After the meat stick was inserted, the girl even more wantonly wiggled her ass, both hands propped up on the ground and oblivious to the swing, the white tender buttocks below was the image of the ferocious meat stick constantly moving in and out, constantly emitting lewd noises.
“Aha …… ah! It’s so good …… pussy is being fucked so good!”
The girl began to rotate her hips rhythmically, as if she was trying to squeeze every last bit of energy out of the man.
“Uhhhh! Mmmm …… ah …… ah ah ah! The pussy is going to be fucked, the teacher is responsible, mmmmmm …… ah!”
She shook faster and faster, her whole body dripping with fragrant sweat, not knowing whether it was lewd or sweaty liquid constantly spilling out in all directions as the girl whimpered loudly. “Mmmmmm ahhhh …… ahhhh …… ahhhhhhhh!”
Finally, she was exhausted and spread out on the man’s body, her petite body gasping for breath.
“Bring the camera.” She panted.
I guess Fatty put up with it pretty hard.
“Now that this body has completely memorized the pleasure of sex, then just keep making her connect the pleasure of sex to my body, and after that you can make it impossible for her to reject the sexual suggestion during hypnosis.” The girl’s face was flushed, and because of the afterglow of lovemaking, her original overpowering aura was replaced by the delicate beauty of a small woman in the past.
“Then by faking her memories and behaviors, you can keep deepening the suggestion.” She spoke to the camera about the plan afterward, but the more I listened, the more wrong I became.
Then they left the room and went to another room where the girl was sitting in a chair with a tape recorder next to her with the professor’s voice coming from it.
“You’re feeling more and more relaxed now.”
“I want you to listen carefully …… carefully …… wholeheartedly to my voice.”
“You’re already relaxed, your whole body is relaxed …… now your head is a blank.”
I listened to the professor’s voice, knowing that such inducements don’t really do anything, but the girl in the chair, or rather the girl under the professor’s conscious control, began to slowly fall into a deep sleep.
“Your eyelids are heavy, heavy, irresistibly heavy …… You want to rest well, but you can’t.” The professor’s prerecorded voice continued, while the girl in the chair wore a pained expression.
That’s when it dawned on me – this is acting! She was pretending she was hypnotized, and then was going to use this film to reverse hypnotize the girl into believing things she didn’t otherwise believe.
And from the previous stages, it seems that the professor can make both the girl’s body and mind accept what is actually coming from the professor’s consciousness, either directly through self-suggestion or through coercive constraints.
Instead of hypnosis, it was more like the professor used his own consciousness as a virus, invading the girl’s head and then implanting a false consciousness – nevertheless, if the false consciousness was too real, it might even affect the professor’s own mind, which was why it had to be carried out through such an indirect and repetitive way.
“I am your master, and you will only get rest on my command.”
“Well ……” the girl moaned in pain. “I want …… please let me rest.”
“You must recognize me as your master or you cannot rest.”
“Please, I’ll do anything you say …… I’m so tired, I want to rest ……”
“Then repeat after me and say that I am my master’s slave.”
“I am …… Master’s slave ……” the girl repeated blankly.
I had to marvel at the professor’s acting skills, I guess I would have believed it if I had seen it.
The video then continued on like a normal hypnosis novel, with the girl zone submitting to the power of hypnosis, and then the image disappeared on that note, and then the image brightened up again, only to see the naked girl kneeling in front of the professor.
“Don’t worry, it will be your turn to enjoy it afterward.” The professor said to the girl.
Only to see the girl return to the strong face she used to have as she reluctantly unzipped the professor’s pants a hundred times over.
“Very well, we’ll proceed to familiarize her with the techniques of servicing a male, and the feeling of submission.”
It turns out that this is when the girl turns into Fatty in her body.
The girl gulped at the man’s rod, her movements raw and with obvious disgust, and the professor suddenly reached down and pushed the girl to the floor, pinning her from behind.
“Master, what are you trying to do!” The fat brother in the girl’s body shrieked in alarm, but when it came out in the girl’s voice, it completely turned into a petulant cry that could only provoke the beast’s desire even more.
“Women should obey men!” The professor cursed viciously as if he was a changed man, and with one hand he wrenched the girl’s chin, turned her face around, and forced a kiss onto her lips.
“Oooh …… stop it!” The girl struggled.
“Hey, hey, you’ll be the one begging for it later!” The professor grabbed her breasts and rubbed them vigorously while teasing her nipples tactfully.
“Uhhhh ……”
The girl couldn’t help but let out a whimper of enjoyment, perhaps the previous hints had worked, or the professor had used another aphrodisiacal potion.
“Didn’t you say no? Look at you now, didn’t you just enjoy it?”
“No, how could I possibly enjoy it, I was, ah! Oooh ……”
Seemingly not wanting to give Fatty the thought of destroying the integrity of her consciousness, the professor sealed her lips again, his other hand had gone deep into the girl’s straddle to tease her, the sense of defiance seemed to have been replaced by pleasure, and from the moans the girl was emitting it seemed that she was no longer able to think properly.
“You were born a woman, and women are meant for men to play with!”
The professor teased the girl’s nectar as he spoke, the pleasure combined with the shock of the sudden attack and the hints and drugs from the past made the girl a complete prisoner of desire at this moment.
“Look at yourself, you simply want to be raped by me, you want to be my slave!”
“You said …… what …… ah!”
Seeing that there was still a sense of resistance, the professor immediately accelerated the speed of his finger surrender again, and the girl’s momentary sanity was immediately replaced by another wave of orgasm.
“You’re just a slut who wants to be fucked by a man, just admit it, you can have greater pleasure if you admit it!”
“No, stop it …… stop it …… uhhhhh! Hmmm?”
The professor suddenly jerked his hand away and the girl felt a wave of emptiness and looked blankly at the man who had abused her.
Another pattern block! The professor yelled violently.
“You’re comfortable, aren’t you, that pleasure is about to engulf you!” He said, and the girl rolled her eyes as she followed. “But it’s so close, you can’t get pleasure without permission!”
“Permission? No, I want …… uh-oh …… give it to me now!”
“I wanted to give you pleasure, but someone stopped me!”
“Who is it? Stop it …… Give it to me, I want it so bad …… tell him to stop!”
I marveled at the way the professor transformed the original resistance into a resistance to resistance, and there was no way for the girl, caught in a daze and on the verge of orgasm, to notice the logical trap.
“That’s right, as soon as he stops, you can have an orgasm, all you have to do is say that keyword!”
“I said, whatever you want me to do! Tell me what to say!” The girl prostrated herself before the professor and begged humbly.
“Say you’re my slave, you’re a bitch born to be fucked by men!”
“I’m your slave …… I was born to fuck men!”
“Are you a lecherous woman who was born to be nothing but a slave to men?” The professor continued to press.
“That’s right, you’re right about everything …… Give it to me quickly, please fuck my slutty slave to death with a meat stick!” The girl shouted obscenities as she climbed up to the man’s waist and licked his rod vigorously like a puppy.
The professor pushed her away hard and yelled, “A slut like you can only be on your knees waiting for a man to fuck you!”
The girl sniffed and hastened to get down on her knees, her lust-slicked pussy facing the center of the camera.
Satisfied, the professor stepped forward and grabbed the girl’s hips firmly with both hands, scratching the snow-white buttocks with pressed red claw marks before he plunged into the girl’s honey hole.
The pain was accompanied by infinite pleasure as the girl screamed her way to an orgasm.
“You’ll never forget the pleasure for the rest of your life.” The professor didn’t forget to keep up the innuendo while he kept pumping to bring the girl to a higher orgasm.
“Mmmmmm …… ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Ahhhh! Yaaaaaaaahhhh!”
Then the image suddenly disappeared, followed by another scene with the same professor fucking the girl’s pussy, but I intuitively knew it was a different place – even a different time!
I broke out in a cold sweat, pulling back the quilt and about to get up to question Fatty.
Fatty’s snoring stopped at some point.
I looked at the edge of the bed, Fatty’s big face facing me, and I got the creeps.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“This experiment isn’t day one is it?” I asked rhetorically.
“Of course not, the experiment has been going on for three months.”
“Then why did you lie to me about tonight being the first experiment?”
Fatty looked at me in confusion and didn’t say anything when suddenly he snapped his fingers with a wave of his right hand and I couldn’t help but look in the direction of the sound – and then there was darkness.
When I woke up, I found myself blindfolded with a black cloth and handcuffed with both hands behind my head to a chair.
“Master, he seemed to be in a strange condition, so I brought him here.” Fatty said in a disgusted tone.
“You’ve done well, you’ll be rewarded later.” The professor’s voice said.
“Thank you master.” Fatty still said in that disgusting tone.
A hand helped me lift the black cloth, and I found myself in the room from the movie, with Fatty pointing a camera at me in his hand.
“What do you want!” I asked aloud, trying to dispel the fear in my mind.
“Well …… it’s probably from some kind of stimulation.” The professor ignored me as if I had no life and was just a doll.
“That’s better, let’s do it again.” The professor said, then walked towards me, followed by a stabbing pain in his right arm.
“What you did to me! I’m a man!” I got goosebumps thinking about what he might have hit me with.
“Hmph, man? What are you talking about?” The professor chuckled.
I shifted my body in panic, only to realize the long brown hair falling down my side and the two huge bouncing breasts on my chest.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” He said, then held out his hand towards me.
By the time I woke up, I just felt lazy and didn’t want to move.
My whole body was very hot and sweaty, I was very, very dizzy and couldn’t figure anything out.
“Tell me how you feel right now.” A very distant voice asked me.
“I feel so tired and relaxed.”
“And?”
What else? I tried to think, but only felt increasingly tired of whatever he had to say.
“I don’t know …… you say so …… I’m so tired ……”
I heard laughter while I felt my breasts tickle and swell.
“You want to obey, you want to obey my voice and the pleasure.”
The voice said, and then one hand began to stroke my breasts, which felt so …… good.
I heard a soft music and I wanted to obey the voice, to obey him, I wanted to be happy, I wanted him to keep touching me, but it seemed like something else ……
“Yes, obedience will make you happy …… very happy.”
“Uhhhh …… I’m, I’m happy …… ah ah ah ……”
I felt my lower body being stroked by someone as well, it felt so good, so tingly …… I liked it, I wanted more pleasure, more obedience, but it was still a little short of that.
“Ahh! It tickles …… It’s so good …… Uhhhhhh! Hurry up and give it to me!”
“No whoops, you’re not obedient enough to give it to you.”
I am not obedient enough …… But I have obviously been so obedient, and I have done whatever my master said …… Master? That’s right, obey my master, I belong to my master, and only by listening to my master will I gain pleasure.
“Master please …… give it to me quickly, quickly …… ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!”
Suddenly I felt my master’s rod pumping into my soaking wet pussy, he rubbed my huge tits as he thrust, I was my master’s and only my master could give me pleasure!
“Uhhhh …… Master fuck me …… I’m Master’s, ahhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Remember how it feels now for the rest of your life.” The master said.
My head went blank, my body actively catering to my master as I drifted higher and higher becoming more and more blurred in consciousness, I heard a scream of pleasure that could only come from total submission.
Then I fell into a deep slumber.
When I woke up, I found myself in my master’s arms.
“You’re awake, huh?”
“Master~” I buried my face into my master’s chest in shame.
“I have found that despite entering through conscious values, hypnosis still has its limits, and an alien consciousness is an alien consciousness.” The master suddenly began to talk strangely. “It is always only possible to achieve full hypnosis with willing cooperation from the start, plus active reinforcement by the conscious person, as you have done.”
My master said and kissed me on the cheek and I felt as if my whole body was going to melt.
“You are asked to enter the girl’s body and play the role of a hypnotized and abused woman, and then in the end, you are made to completely unite with your body as one in order to reach the current realm, perhaps because the consciousness that is detached from the physical body has become even more fragile.” The master said, one hand began to play with my honey hole, a slutty girl like me, as soon as my master’s fingers touched it, lewd water would swoosh out.
“Orgasm.” The Master said suddenly.
Before I realized what was happening, the pleasure spread from the place where my master’s finger was and went straight to my brain, my eyes turned white as tears, urine mixed with lewd water flowed out as if it was breaking the dam, and wave after wave of pleasure came one after another, and I could only keep on letting out a loose lewd cry.
“Stop.” The master said.
The pleasure suddenly subsided, but the sensations still lingered in my body, and I knew that only my master could give me such pleasure, and that I was truly blessed to be able to obey him.
“But sometimes it is still necessary to return your righteousness to its original physical body to avoid being discovered, and this happens in the same condition as before.” The master lamented. “Causing me to have to go through the trouble of retuning the call again.”
“Master I’m sorry, little slave won’t dare to do it again.” Although I don’t know what my master is talking about, I know it might have something to do with me.
“It’s not your fault, I’ve got it figured out.” The master said. “Now, be a good boy and go to sleep.”
I opened my eyes and looked at the dark screen of my cell phone, lifting the quilt Fatty was still snoring at the other end …… It turned out that just now it was just my fantasy, I let out a long breath, and then put the phone aside.
Every other weekend, it’s that damn professor’s psychology again, and I see the girl with the long, big wavy hair from the movie sitting alone in the corner of the window again.
Couldn’t figure out how the Professor and Fatty did it, but since the base is hypnosis, I guess I can use regular hypnosis to achieve the same effect.
“Hi class, may I sit here please?”
She gave me a cold look and didn’t say anything, supposedly thinking I was just deliberately trying to climb the ladder.
I quickly reached out and tapped her left shoulder, she looked at me startled, and without waiting for her to react, I covered her face with my right hand and lowered her backward, then whispered in her ear, “Now relax your whole body and listen to my voice.”
“Yes …… master.” She said blankly.
I was overjoyed to hear that, even though I had only brought out the fruits of the professor’s hard work directly through shallow hypnosis, and I couldn’t help but feel very pleased with myself.
“You are not allowed to make any noise without my order.” I said. “Then I will count to three and you are going to receive the most intense orgasm of your life.”
“One, two, three, orgasm!”
Her eyes were wide open, her tongue spitting out a silent moan as tears of orgasm slid down her cheeks before she slowly shrank back up and shuddered uncontrollably. I knew in that moment she could feel the shock of the rumble, the incredible orgasm that made her clench her bottom lip for the rest of her life in order to obey my commands.
“Okay, now tell me who made you orgasm.”
“My lord.” She said obediently.
“Who is your master?” I asked.
“Professor OO.” She said, and I frowned for a moment, then thought that if I changed the command to me, it would definitely reveal itself, so I decided to maintain the command.
“Now lie down on my lap.” I said, by this time the professor had taken the stage to lecture and the students were scattered inside the classroom, mostly sleeping. I angled myself, using the desk and my jacket as cover so that she could rest her head on my lap without anyone noticing.
“Serve my rod well.” I whispered.
Then the soft hand pulled out my rod and started to ease it, and when it was about as hard as it was going to get, the hot, wet tongue pressed against the front of my rod and started to swirl it around in a circle, and I had to work very hard to keep from making a sound.
Warm lips on my rod, she sucked tightly while teasing the inside with her tongue.
I felt that there was still the thrill of conquest in my flesh, enjoying the service of a beautiful woman – thinking of some novels that talk about how it’s even more pleasurable to use a girl’s body favorite, maybe I can steal that machine and try it out some day.
Thinking about it, I felt a sense of drowsiness, so I slowly lay down on the table to enjoy the beautiful girl’s blowjob, slowly I entered the dreamland, in the dream I vaguely saw myself turning into that girl, lying in the master’s arms, enjoying the pleasure of a woman’s orgasm, the pleasure that only obedience can get.
I’m so happy and want to obey so badly.