Jessie, Winona, Satsuki, Charlotte. Before them were probably Olivia, Victoria, Yuri, and who else was it, I can’t remember.
These are the names of the women I remember the boss keeping by his side. Actually, I’m not even sure if this is the order or if I wrote them correctly.
Ruben would meet other women while seeing one woman. He didn’t stop any women who showed even the slightest interest in him, and conversely, if the woman he called his girlfriend didn’t give Ruben even a little attention, he immediately looked for another woman.
But whether it was because of that excessively handsome face, his wealth, or his attitude of becoming endlessly gentlemanly before women he met for the first time, Ruben never ran out of women. If I hadn’t hypnotized him to be unable to sleep with women, he would have already dated four or five more times.
And more than half of the women he called his ‘girlfriend’ were the boss’s secretaries. In fact, there probably wasn’t a single female secretary of the boss who hadn’t slept with him. Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say he made women he’d already slept with into secretaries.
Then, given that the boss offered me the secretary position first without me even asking, should I be happy? Maybe I should be, or perhaps I should be anxious instead. I opened <The Most Reliable, Accurate, and Perfect Introduction to Hypnosis> sleeping peacefully on my phone while lying against the bed.
Unlike the first day when I’d looked at it with dubious eyes, I now completely trusted the book. I was curious about where Madison, who gave me this book, obtained it and what she did with its contents.
I tried to contact her, but all that came back was news that the number’s owner had already changed. I couldn’t find where Madison had gone, and I had an uneasy premonition that digging deeper might cause problems, so I pushed that question to the back of my consciousness.
Honestly speaking, I’d become a bit afraid of the power of <The Most Reliable, Accurate, and Perfect Introduction to Hypnosis>. Just by doing what the book told me to do, not only did I end up having sex with the boss, but I could make the people on Saint Sophia Island unable to recognize that sex as sex.
What kind of power does this book have to make such things possible? And why am I capable of this level of hypnosis?
‘…Absurd… power…’
At that thought, I suddenly felt goosebumps rise on my spine, so I rubbed my arms unnecessarily and burrowed into the blanket. Though I could read up to Chapter 3 because I had talent, I wasn’t unaware of the gravity of what I’d done.
The hypnosis this book taught me was power that touched a person’s cognitive abilities themselves. Power that gave control over others. A perverted lowlife like me would use this book to assault someone I admired, but if someone with proper ability used this book with malicious intent, who knows what would happen.
‘Fuck… with that fucking monstrosity of yours… like Rasputin… Fuck. Are you trying to take the British Queen or… princesses or… those kinds of women for yourself…’
I suddenly remembered what Ruben had said to me while sobbing. If Ruben had this ability, he might have actually used it that way. Thinking about it, it might be quite fortunate that this book reached me, someone too stupid to properly utilize this ability, rather than someone else. Not just my fortune, but fortune from the perspective of the world’s people too. The title of Chapter 4, which I was too afraid to read, made me think so even more.
Certain Death
Warning: Never read this chapter unless you have a clear justification corresponding to protecting your own or others’ lives, suppressing heinous crimes, or ensuring social safety.
Unlike the other chapters that had brief explanations about the chapter below the title, at the beginning of Chapter 4, a warning message was displayed in red text along with that title.
‘Certain Death… really…’
Could you kill people if you reached the extreme of hypnosis techniques? Command them to die with just a look and they’d die, something like that? If it were another book, I’d have laughed it off as imagination, but with the Introduction to Hypnosis, it seemed possible. If Ruben gained such power, the world’s population would be reduced to about 1/20th.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t thought about reading Chapter 4 out of human curiosity. Humans are originally creatures of curiosity, and reaching toward unknown knowledge is too natural an impulse. Moreover, having already experienced multiple times that my hypnosis ability was better than expected, I was confident that if I read the fourth chapter, I could reach that level. If this book wasn’t bluffing, that power would surely come into my hands.
Even thinking that, I couldn’t turn the page. My motivation disappeared every time I saw the warning message. In the first place, I didn’t learn hypnosis to kill people. No, rather, I was trying to create life with Ruben through hypnosis, so wasn’t I doing the complete opposite of what Chapter 4 instructed?
Thinking that made me chuckle. Let’s bury the complicated thoughts and just sleep. Today I’d put the boss to sleep early because I wanted to give him a day off too.
Thinking that, when I was about to turn off my phone, the ringtone sounded like a ghost.
‘…It’s the boss?’
Ruben was someone who would throw a tremendous tantrum if you didn’t answer the phone by the third ring. I could calm him with hypnosis if we met, but thinking of Ruben bursting with anger alone until we met, getting closer to acute myocardial infarction day by day, it was better not to create reasons for anger in the first place. Because that was the attitude of caring for a loved one’s health.
“Hello?”
-Why did you answer so late!
Though I’d answered before even two rings, the boss’s voice was full of irritation. Hearing this voice, I knew it was a matter that couldn’t be resolved simply by phone. I sat up in bed and asked.
“What’s the matter, Boss?”
-Right now… Come right now…
But I could feel a slight sob mixed behind the irritation in his voice. The boss didn’t sob for sentimental reasons. The boss sobbed when things didn’t go his way, when he was frustrated and struggling. In this case, it must be because his body wasn’t falling asleep as he wanted.
“…You woke up?”
-Come here nowwww!
At the shout that seemed to whip my drowsy mind, I hurriedly looked for my coat. There was no time to change out of my pajamas. Anyway, I was fully planning to take them off again.
“Aha…”
In Ruben’s room where I’d hurriedly arrived, feathers were fluttering. Could they be the wing feathers of Ruben, who was actually an angel?
Of course not, and the feathers from the pillow Ruben had torn to shreds were scattered around the bed. On that bed sat Ruben with bloodshot eyes. While glaring at me.
“Why did you come so late?!”
“I-I’m sorry, Boss, you, you woke up, right…?”
“Do my eyes look closed to you right now?! Stop stating the obvious, you fucking bastard!”
Saying that, Ruben threw a pillow at me. Though the pillow with all its feathers gone flew slowly enough for me to dodge even with Ruben’s baseball player-level strength, I didn’t dodge knowing that if I did, a hammer of fury would literally come down. The empty pillowcase hit my face like a fastball with a thud.
“I-it’s okay, Bo-Boss, I’ll put you, back to sleep…”
I approached Ruben while lowering my body as submissively as possible. No matter how deeply I made him sleep, Ruben would wake up due to external factors while I was gone. Sometimes it was the sound of thick tree branches falling in a typhoon, sometimes it was tourists who’d mistaken the address of their guesthouse knocking on the door, or sometimes it was simply an incorrectly set alarm.
He would fall asleep easily while I was hypnotizing him, but when I wasn’t there, the magic ended and the boss’s insomnia continued. Even ordinary people get irritated when woken during sleep, so needless to say for someone like Ruben. Actually, I’d thought about holding Ruben while I was here, but seeing him suffering like this, I thought I should just obediently put him to sleep today as I sat on Ruben’s bed.
“…?!”
Ruben snatched my hand and put it inside his pants. A completely unexpected situation. As my hand, which still held the cold night air, my hand that had cooled after washing upon entering the house, touched Ruben’s warm inner flesh, I felt the hairs on my nape stand on end.
“Wh-what, is this…?”
“Punishment for coming late, you fucking bastard.”
Ruben ground his teeth and rubbed his genitals against my hand. When Ruben’s warm, soft genitals and his slightly wet hole touched my hand, rather than embarrassment, the buried sexual desire suddenly raised its head.
“Fu-fucking bastard, hu-hurry up and put your fingers in?!”
When Ruben shouted sharply, my dizzy mind finally returned. So Ruben was doing this to punish me right now. What he really wanted to do was probably slap me for coming late, viciously kick my shins, or punch my face.
But the current Ruben thought making me caress him was punishment. It was because I’d repeatedly fondled Ruben in situations where he should be punished, violated him, and suggested that was punishment. Even now, Ruben must be thinking he’s punishing me inside. While rubbing his genitals against my hand and moving his hips like doing pressure masturbation, he’s actually imagining smashing something like the bedside table or lamp head on my crown.
“Y-yes, yes, I-I’m sor-sorry…”
“Li-like tha-that, hah, hagh,”
