“This is crazy….”
Seeing the midday sunlight creeping into my room, I muttered that. Right now, today, the Boss would notice that Madison and her sibling had disappeared, and then naturally he’d know I was the one who told them to run.
If that happens, my life is over.
The vile threats the Boss made to his subordinates were always true. He never exaggerated his threats. If he said to kill, you died, and if he said to cut off limbs and feed them to pigs, that too was sincere.
Having witnessed several potentially traumatic incidents, just thinking about the Boss’s punishment made my hands and feet tremble and my breathing quicken. To survive, I should have contacted Madison to run while simultaneously taking a boat or train to leave this island myself.
And yet, instead of escaping, I stayed up all night reading the book. I didn’t know why. Even though I wasted time that could have been my last lifeline on this reading, I hadn’t even finished the book.
The letters were fairly large and the volume wasn’t that much, so I thought I could finish it quickly, but the reading didn’t go as well as usual, and I could only finish the first of four total chapters.
“Haah….”
My head throbbed painfully and I sighed. Even right now, the Boss could break into my house and end my life, yet I spent my last hours just reading a new book. I couldn’t understand why I had devoted so much time to this book.
‘Still….’
Let’s finish what I started before dying. Thinking that, I turned to the last page of the first chapter, where it said:
Congratulations.
“What the hell is there to congratulate….”
It wasn’t a particularly welcome phrase for someone who might die soon. Below the large congratulatory text I read with irritated eyes, in smaller letters, it said:
Every sentence in this book has a special mechanism.
Therefore, people who read this book generally reach this page without eating or sleeping, reading only this book.
What is this joke of a phrase… But I was already reading the next sentence.
However, as this is a book containing all the essence of hypnosis, it usually takes a very long time.
For an ordinary person, it takes about two weeks to reach this page, so most collapse without being able to finish reading.
“Heh… what an interesting premise.”
Not eating or sleeping and collapsing after trying to read this book for two weeks? Even fiction has its limits. I chuckled and continued reading the book.
If you reached this page in 72 hours, you have minimal talent. However, don’t read the next chapter, close the book. But don’t worry. With just the knowledge from Chapter 1, you can change your life.
If you reached this page in 48 hours, you have moderate talent. You may read up to Chapter 2.
If you reached this page in 24 hours, you are a genius. I recommend reading up to Chapter 3.
“24 hours…?”
Suddenly checking the time, exactly 7 hours had passed since I started reading the book. My eyes immediately read the last line of the page.
If you reached this page in 12 hours, your talent is beyond terrifying. I permit you to read the entire book, but I don’t recommend it.
Good luck.
“What is this….”
I let out an empty laugh, turned off my phone, and flopped down on the bed. I didn’t believe a single gram of what the book said, but perhaps because it took 7 whole hours just to read a few pages. The book’s contents were vivid in my mind.
‘Come to think of it, the first part of the first chapter… was about how people with intense emotions are actually easier to hypnotize.’
“‘Hypnotizing someone who has lost their composure due to extreme anger, deep sadness, or overflowing joy can be considered the basics of hypnosis’….”
Without even trying to memorize it, my mouth was already reciting part of the book. The hardest state to hypnotize is a stable person in a perfectly peaceful state. A person feeling intense emotions is like an unstable scale, so taking the initiative as a hypnotist is the easiest thing of all, it said.
“That can’t be true….”
Even as I said that, I bolted up from the bed. Intense emotions. In the Boss’s case, who burns through roughly 85% of his day with anger, according to the book’s words, wouldn’t that mean he’s the easiest prey?
“Let’s see… what else was it. It said there’s something called hypnotic incense needed to hypnotize someone with intense anger, right…?”
Either my learning ability I never knew I had was belatedly manifesting, or this book really was sticking in my head. Even knowing this would be completely useless, I began mixing the ingredients for the hypnotic incense.
“Hmm… salt, charcoal… lemongrass….”
My room didn’t have a kitchen, but I had a refrigerator and a portable gas burner. When I ate meals at home, I usually cooked very simple dishes on that gas burner, or ordered food of unknown nationality from <Oriental House>, the Chinese restaurant next door. At least there was some salt left,
“Will this work? Haha….”
Laughing emptily, I scraped off some of the soot stuck to the edge of the gas burner. It’s similar in composition to charcoal, so wouldn’t it be okay? As for the lemongrass, it was time for the garnish from the rice noodles—now completely bloated and burst—that I’d ordered yesterday and stuck in the fridge when the Boss called me, to come in handy.
“Young lamb’s wool, conifer bark, ginger….”
I substituted young lamb’s wool with lint from a sweater. As for conifer bark, I figured anything wood-like would work, so I thought a piece of the floorboard that got scratched a few days ago would do. Ginger was, of course, the 1.2-pound ginger puree I bought on sale at the mart.
“And the last ingredient is… semen.”
Well, that was simple. If I used the Boss as masturbation material, I could easily extract it twenty times.
Everyone, myself included, acknowledges I’m trash, but is there anyone who could see that face, that body, and not feel lust? I closed my eyes and thought of the Boss. Blond hair that seemed to sparkle when it caught the sunlight. Sweet eyes like melted gold. Thick eyelashes.
“Haah….”
This damn British weather drops rain and hail at any time. Skin white as snow, fitting for this cold island. The flush when he’s angry dyes his face beautifully like a watercolor painting, making you lose yourself staring at him instead. My hand was already lowering my zipper.
“Ugh, Boss….”
I muttered while grabbing my penis. Just thinking of the Boss, my penis was already fully erect with veins bulging and dripping precum.
“Haah, huk….”
Was the rumor that the demonic Boss is an omega true? Whether it was true or not didn’t matter. In my imagination, the Boss was already lying on the bed, panting while receiving my cock.
‘Y-you fucking bastard….’
The Boss would definitely moan like that. If he’s an omega, he’d naturally go into heat too. I imagined the Boss spitting curses while glaring at me with those pretty eyes. The Boss hates men so much. He’d be a virgin. I imagined forcibly pushing into the Boss’s tightly closed hole, making him spread to the limit with my cock.
‘Nngh….’
No matter how much of a boss he is, if he’s an omega, he can’t overcome his heat. Tears well up in the eyes that had been glaring at me with enough force to behead me, and the Boss throws his head back sobbing, unable to accept this situation.
Ah, how lewd would that be! His body heating up red like ripe fruit, the nipples on his well-trained chest standing up fully, thinking of the Boss’s hole that would suck in my cock while intoxicated by the first alpha he’s tasted, I rubbed my penis.
“Boss, Boss….”
Moving my hand faster and faster, I squeezed my eyes shut. Not wanting to dirty my clothes from the approaching ejaculation, I bit my shirt in my mouth and imagined the Boss. How tightly would the Boss’s hole squeeze my penis? I imagined the entrance of his hole, spread to the limit by my penis and swelling red. With my penis’s length, I might even reach the Boss’s womb.
In my imagination, I violently press down on the Boss with enough force to pierce through his stomach and trample him to my heart’s content. A single tear flows from the Boss’s eyes at my movements, and I imagined his fierce expression crumbling into a tearful face. Agonizing over the pleasure he’s tasting for the first time, shaking his head as if he can’t believe this is happening to him, thinking of the Boss helplessly pinned beneath me, I….
“Ru…ben…!”
I ejaculated while calling the Boss’s name. My body shivered at the pleasure that chillingly swept down my spine. Since coming here, the Boss has always been my masturbation material. Today there was especially a lot, and the thick semen that overflowed from my hand tightly gripping my penis dripped onto the floor.
“Huk, huk….”
After ejaculating, my head cleared. I let out an empty laugh while looking at my hand. Then, I looked at the ‘hypnotic incense’ ingredients I had gathered in a ceramic bowl.
‘Crazy bastard….’
Looking at it with a clear mind, this was escapism of the highest order. To believe that stupid book’s contents and do something like this. But even so, I shook off the semen on my hand into the bowl.
“Haah….”
Sighing deeply, I looked at this disgusting pile of junk I’d made. So, I’m supposed to burn this? It was so absurd I became calm instead. Wouldn’t it be better to buy a train ticket right now? Even while thinking that, I was looking for a lighter and about to light the bowl.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Someone was pounding on the door as if to break it.
“Elbeeeeeek!!!”
And a familiar voice I heard. I felt the nape of my neck that had been cool with pleasure earlier now freeze with fear, but with my hand, I lit the bowl on fire.
