Chapter 17 : You speak too boldly for a slave

“Sigh, stay still!”

“…”

“You’ll get in trouble if you keep moving?”

“Right, stay still.”

“Good girl.”

“If you stay like this from now on, I’d have no regrets.”

Squish squish—

While scolding Yena, who kept trying to squirm away, I finished what I’d been doing earlier.

My arms were stretched straight forward, slightly raised to fully enjoy the soft, chewy texture of Yena’s cheeks in my hands.

I stretched them a bit, pinched them with my fingertips, and rubbed them.

I never get tired of this.

“Hehe.”

Now, it seems she doesn’t even try to hide her emotions.

Her mouth isn’t smiling—no, the corners of her lips are trembling, and her eyes are wide open, glaring so fiercely it feels like they’re burning.

But, well, it’s fine.

“Oh my, you’re gonna get hit at this rate. Hmph.”

“…”

“You liked it when I touched your butt, huh? Huh? You pervert. Let me touch you too?”

After all, Yena is under the command to “stay still,” so she absolutely, absolutely can’t move right now. Ehehe.

Honestly, asking for a hug in the first place was a mistake.

If I’d just asked for a hug while she was sober, she’d have given me one right away.

Since that’s something I can do anytime, shouldn’t I take this chance to do what I can never usually do—squeezing her cheeks?

“Heehee…”

So soft, feels so good.

That clearly sulky expression fills me with a sense of conquest.

The more I squeeze, the more my worries disappear… and, uh, what else? Anyway, it’s great.

“Yena’s cheeks are truly moving…”

They’re a premium product not just anyone can touch.

After observing for a few days, I realized no one else in this school could lay a hand on Yena’s body except me.

She’s kind, but the moment someone crosses a line, she cuts them off coldly.

Maybe I’m… the first customer to make use of her cheeks. Hehe.

And I didn’t even get permission.

Though her glare has gotten a bit scarier than before.

But she’s still not moving at all, so what’s the problem?

Right now, Yena is being completely violated by me, and she’ll even forget this memory soon.

Hah, this is pure happiness, really.

It feels like all the unfairness from earlier just vanished.

I’m finally calming down.

Tormenting her made my frustration fade and cleared my mind.

“Let’s stay like this… just a little longer…”

I need to think about myself.

This is the life.

By the way…

“What could be the reason?”

Today.

A problem arose.

Namely, the limits of my hypnosis ability.

Why on earth did she touch my butt?

Isn’t hypnosis supposed to be all-powerful?

No matter how much I think about it, I don’t get it.

Isn’t it a bit… flawed?

Sometimes the response is delayed.

And there are unexpected actions like today.

Unlike the hypnosis apps I’ve seen in manga, mine doesn’t seem to be all-powerful.

“Why do you keep doing things I didn’t tell you to do? Huh?”

“…”

Seeing her skin on the verge of turning red, I finally pulled my hands away.

If bruises form, it’ll be trouble. Even if I erase her memory, the marks will stay.

‘…’

Thinking about it again, the hypnosis app really is a half-baked, shoddy app.

Memory erasure? Okay.

You’ve got talent. It’s definitely a hypnosis app.

There’ve been no cases of her remembering and catching on.

If she had, someone as sharp as Song Yena wouldn’t just let me be.

Next is emotions.

Can I control emotions?

The essence of hypnosis is emotional manipulation.

This is actually the most important part.

This is why I used hypnosis in the first place…

It hasn’t worked so far, though.

So I decided to run a few more experiments.

“Yena.”

“Yeah.”

“Love me from now on.”

“Yeah, I love you.”

“Eek…”

Since when does someone in love talk like that, Yena-Yena?

C’mon, be a little more… affectionate, dripping with sweetness!

“Love me more sincerely.”

“Love you a little more sincerely.”

“…Ugh.”

Her dry tone, colder than usual, as she speaks.

You’re gonna hurt my feelings.

Sigh… What do I do if you just repeat my words…

“Don’t just repeat me, okay? Like, look at me with loving eyes, full of affection. Act like that!”

“…”

“Here, I’ll make it easier. Show me how you’d act toward someone you love.”

“…”

She just sits there like a mute who’s eaten honey, staring blankly at me.

What, what’s this? Can’t you hear me?

Ugh, you dummy.

“At this rate…”

I might as well tease or bully her like usual.

Like this, it’s just…

It really feels like there’s no emotion at all,

Like I’m just playing with a doll…

“I hate you. Really, really hate you.”

Then, a hypothesis flashed through my mind.

First, she probably doesn’t love me yet.

That’s why it failed.

A disappointing conclusion, but…

‘Isn’t her love for me practically zero…?’

Then.

Let’s think differently.

Instead of trying to turn zero into one,

Let’s try turning one into a hundred.

‘Yena always liked teasing me, you know, messing with me.’

Right, this experiment is about that.

Can I amplify her existing emotions even more?

“Ahem, cough! Ye—Yena.”

“Yeah?”

“From now on, treat me like…”

…But, is it really okay to say this?

It won’t turn into a huge problem, right?

Of course, I don’t even know if this will work properly, and I’ll have to experiment multiple times to understand more, so I guess I should just try it…

With a heart full of anxiety, I parted my lips.

“Imagine that I’ve become your ‘slave’.”

“…!”

“Ah, uh. Don’t move just yet…!”

As soon as I said that, it seemed like something happened—Yena suddenly flinched and trembled.

…It works. Should I… try a little more? Was my guess correct?

Alright… Let’s ease up just a little.

I’m a bit curious to see how far she’s thinking about this.

Believing, perhaps naively, that Yena wouldn’t go too far, I spoke again.

“…Now, you can move as you please. Try treating me like a slave—.”

“Hey.”

“Uh?! ‘Hey’…?”

I don’t think I told her to say anything.

Wait, or did I? Now that I think about it, maybe I did…

Her piercing gaze sent a chill down my spine, and my body froze on its own.

In an instant, Yena changed. She moved closer to me and grabbed my chin firmly before speaking.

“Ugh…!”

“Your tone is too casual for a slave.”

“Ah… uh, y-yes, yes ma’am…”

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

“Ah, um, I-I’m sorry…!”

Her voice was the lowest I had ever heard from her.

The warmth usually present in her gaze was nowhere to be found—it was sharp enough to cut.

Struggling to keep my mind from going blank, I apologized without even knowing what for.

Then, Yena wrapped her other hand around the back of my neck and slowly pushed me down.

Her movements were the complete opposite of her earlier forcefulness—gentle and delicate.

For some reason, I couldn’t reject her touch.

I let go of the strength in my waist and entrusted myself to her.

A strange pleasure spread through my body, enveloping me.

“There… Good. Give me your hands.”

“…”

I was relieved to hear her gentle voice again.

Afraid she might change her mind, I quickly held out both of my hands.

She seemed to have returned, even just a little, to the usual Yena.

Even if only for a moment, I had been really scared… really terrified.

But my wrists were soon gripped tightly in one hand and pulled above my head.

Her piercing gaze was locked onto me, shining with a dangerous glint.

I obediently accepted her touch, careful not to provoke her further.

With my chin still held in place, I couldn’t even avert my gaze.

I rolled my eyes around in desperation, but in the end, I squeezed them shut.

“You need to breathe. You’ll pass out at this rate.”

‘Ah.’

As soon as I heard her gentle voice, I realized—I had been holding my breath this entire time.

Just as I opened my mouth wide to take in fresh air,

Yena’s face quickly closed the distance, and something wet pressed against my lips.

“Gasp…?! Mmmph?!”

“Chuu~”

I had been inhaling, trying to gather oxygen, so I couldn’t even close my mouth—I could only watch in shock.

A sweet scent filled my mouth.

And then, I understood what had just touched my lips.

“Mmmph, chuu… huh?!”

W-Wait.

No way—this is my first kiss…!

I tried to resist for a moment, but my thoughts quickly faded.

I didn’t have enough air to keep thinking.

My body instinctively curled up, and my eyes widened in shock.

Survival instincts took over my brain, erasing all other thoughts.

My oxygen-starved body craved air.

Panicked, I even forgot how to breathe through my nose—dazed, I clung to the breaths Yena was sharing with me.

“Mm, chuu… ngh?!”

Saliva mixed lewdly, and muffled moans swirled inside my mouth before disappearing down my throat.

Pinned beneath her, I was completely receiving her persistent desire.

Each time Yena pressed her lips against mine and exhaled deeply into my mouth,

A strange pleasure welled up from deep inside me, drenching my body in sensation.

Gasping, I desperately took in as much of her breath as possible, filling my lungs before exhaling it back to her.

With my chin still held in place, I couldn’t even turn my head away.

All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut, trying to escape from this irrational reality.

I fled into the darkness of my closed eyelids—

But I was forced to open my eyes again.

“Mmph… huh?! Ngh…!”

‘Something’s coming inside…?’

As if refusing to let me escape, Yena’s tongue slipped into my mouth.

My mouth, already drenched and fully prepared to accept an intruder, eagerly took her in.

At first, her tongue was firm, poking around different spots inside my mouth.

Then, she relaxed it, brushing over my teeth, gently scraping against the roof of my mouth as if teasing me.

Each time Yena’s tongue moved, my hips twitched slightly.

“Chuu, chup~.”

Lewd, wet sounds filled the room, making it impossible to tell whose voice was whose.