Chapter 25 : For a slave, you have the basics down, huh?

The first time someone else touches my chest.

“Ugh…! Ah, it hurts… Y-Yena…”

Can this even be called touching?

Yena’s grip on the soft flesh is painfully tight.

The price I paid to free my wrist feels too high.

After a while of clutching my chest and gasping, Yena finally starts moving.

Squelch—

“Hic…! Nngh!”

A completely different sensation from when I touch myself.

Her fingers rub over my chest through my bra and shirt.

She squeezes, then slowly releases.

“Ahh… ngh…”

Unintentional moans escape me.

I clamp my mouth shut, but it’s already too late.

Yena smirks and continues.

Her fingers slide under my crumpled shirt.

Long fingers dance over the gap in the white fabric.

She pauses, studying my face thoughtfully.

“Hah… ngh…”

In the brief respite, I try lifting my phone.

Yena glances at it, then suddenly closes the distance.

My vision is half-blocked—I can’t see the screen anymore.

With one hand holding the phone, I wrap my other arm around her neck.

‘This position feels… weird.’

I was just trying to see the screen, but…

Now it looks like I’m pulling her closer.

The realization floods me with shame.

Like I’m enjoying being forced.

Just then, things escalate.

My shirt, already disheveled, gapes open completely.

The fabric fails to cover anything, exposing my bra and skin.

Yena stares, then slips her hand inside.

“Ah! Y-Yena! No, not there…!”

“…”

She ignores me, fingers creeping deeper.

I should stop her, but my arms won’t move.

Maybe it’s because I’m holding my phone.

As her fingers inch in, I pull her closer.

Strangely, her movements are hesitant now.

“Haah… Tch.”

I don’t know what’s happening, but I have to stop it.

I lean in and kiss her.

She parts her lips without resistance.

Her hand stops squeezing.

This seems to work.

“Mmph… Chuu…!”

But… it’s not entirely in my favor.

Soon, her tongue invades my mouth.

My mind clouds with dizzying pleasure.

The slick friction of our tongues.

Every flick sends fireworks through my brain.

I pull her closer, surrendering to the sensation.

Just as I’m lost, something catches my eye.

My phone, barely clutched in my hand.

I tighten my grip and turn it on.

At the edge of my vision, Yena watches me.

Her gaze is unsettling.

Like she’s saying, “You can’t escape.”

Mocking me, as if allowing my struggle.

…What does she think I’ll do?

Her tongue retreats slightly.

Her hand moves again.

“Ngh…! Hah… Chuu…!”

She breaks the kiss to tease my chest.

I shake my head, but she seizes my lips again.

Startled, I clamp my mouth shut.

She anticipated it—her tongue slips out before I can bite.

I focus on my phone, jaw tense.

Looking away only heightens the sensations.

Her scent fills my mouth.

Sweat sticks to her fingers as they glide over my skin.

Something brushes against my bra.

At the same time, my finger taps the hypnosis app.

“Kh…! Nngh…!”

My bra shifts, her sticky hand sliding under.

A shiver runs deep—my grip on the phone almost falters.

“Haah… Hah… Ngh…”

I tear away and scramble back.

Thud—my head hits the wall.

Saliva drips from my burning lips.

Her hand is still on me.

I yank the phone between us.

Then shove her shoulder hard.

“…Ow.”

“Eek?!”

She stumbles back easily.

But her grip drags my chest out with her.

Red marks stain my skin.

My shirt hangs twisted, barely covering one side.

My stiff pink nipples stand exposed.

“Crazy…! Ahh! D-Don’t look!”

“Haah…”

I frantically shove myself back into my shirt.

My skin burns under my own fingers.

My bra is still tangled below, leaving my chest barely hidden.

A noticeable bump protrudes through the fabric.

“It’s not covered at all—”

“Shut up!”

Panicked, I thrust the hypnosis app in her face.

Yena stares calmly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Hmm…”

“Ugh… Haah… Hah…”

I’m seriously losing it.

I should’ve used hypnosis from the start.

What even is this? How did it come to this?

“Haah…”

I don’t remember—and don’t want to.

‘Just rest a bit… then go home…’

I close my eyes, looking at the books scattered on the desk.

‘I’ll clean up later…’

“Command me…”

“…
“What, are you sleeping?”

“…Ha.”

Ding-dong-dang-dong—

The bell signaling the end of evening self-study rang.

“It’s already time…”

It felt like only one or two minutes had passed, but before I knew it, it was time to go home.

In an hour, the school gate would be locked, so I needed to start getting ready to leave.

“Ugh—stretch…”

Half-opening my eyes, I stretched. My stiff body loosened up, bringing a pleasant sensation.

“…”

I noticed a person staring blankly at me.

They were sitting in the exact same position as before.

…Honestly, I just wanted to leave them here, but that would probably cause trouble, right?

Sigh… Seriously. What am I supposed to do with this person?

To be honest, I didn’t particularly dislike situations like this.

It was just… a bit overwhelming. And besides, there was the hypnosis.

I decided to stop overthinking and looked around to pack my things.

“Huh?”

The desk was neatly organized.

Yena’s books and stationery had disappeared somewhere, while my things were stacked up neatly.

Come to think of it, my clothes were strange too.

Thanks to this shameless bug of a girl sitting there, my shirt should have been a mess.

…Not to mention, my chest had been slightly exposed—but we don’t need to talk about that.

However, now my undergarments and shirt were properly in place.

Everything was tidied up neatly.

“Did someone come in while I was asleep…? No, that doesn’t make sense.”

The door was locked tight, and if it had opened, I would’ve woken up.

That meant there was only one suspect.

I walked resolutely toward Yena, who was still sitting there.

Standing tall before this hopeless pervert-slave, I began my interrogation.

“Yena.”

“Yeah.”

What? Since when does a slave speak informally?

“Hey. What’s with the casual speech?”

“You ordered me to—”

“I don’t like it. Use formal speech again.”

“…”

I cut off Yena’s excuse with a command.

It wasn’t because I was embarrassed that I couldn’t remember something so important. Nope. I just didn’t like it. Yep, that’s all.

Yena closed her mouth and made a sulky expression.

What, is she rebelling now?

“Oh? Do you not want to?”

“…No, Master.”

Yep, she’s completely insane.

The moment I growled at her, she immediately backed down.

Watching her fulfill her role as a proper slave filled me with a thrilling sense of dominance.

“Heh… See? You should’ve just done that from the start. Let’s keep it that way, okay?”

“…”

Feeling a wave of superiority, I smiled in satisfaction.

Now that I’d reestablished discipline, it was time to address the real issue.

“And you—why did you move on your own?”

“Huh?”

“I never gave you an order. What exactly were you doing while I was asleep?”

“That’s—”

“Did you move because you were worried about me, even under hypnosis?”

“Ah, um, yes. That’s right.”

“Wow… your performance is really something else.”

I roughly understood the situation.

I had fallen asleep and lost consciousness, so she took the initiative to handle things appropriately…

That’s what she was saying, right?

Realizing this, I felt my tension ease.

As expected of the hypnosis app.

Just trust it.

But still…

“…Pervert. Do you really like my body that much? Hm?”

“…”

Normally, I wouldn’t say something like that…

But since I had just woken up and she had done what she did, I decided to tease her a little.

Not like she would resist anyway.

Besides, she was hypnotized.

As I toyed with her, a thrilling rush of dopamine surged through my brain.

Justifying it? Complete. Now, time for some payback.

“I guess you were worried about me, huh? Heh, for a slave, you’ve got some basic decency.”

“I was just trying to help—”

“Hm?”

She muttered something under her breath.

I couldn’t hear it clearly, so I asked again.

“What?”

“Nothing…”

“Oh? You’re not gonna say?”

“…”

“Lame. Whatever. Forget it.”

The once-dominant and oppressive Yena now trembled under my words, unable to resist.

She let out a sigh, as if in frustration.

Seeing her like that, I couldn’t help but add one more thing.

“By the way…”

No way I was holding this in.

“Who gave you permission to touch my body?”

“Huh?”

Ah, this is fun.

Up until now, even under hypnosis, she had only ever stared at me blankly.

But today, her expressions were so varied—it made teasing her all the more entertaining.

“You seemed to really like my chest. Don’t tell me you just wanted to grope me? Sheesh, why not go all the way and have your fun while I was asleep?”

“That… did not… happen…”