All the neighborhood shops the Boss managed were named by the Boss himself. He’d name them directly, then tell the puppet owners not to disappoint him since he’d specially given the shop a name, or to work hard since they were operating with a name he’d given. Putting pressure on the puppet owners like that was what the Boss always did when a business first opened.
Since the Boss only knows himself, I thought the names he gave wouldn’t have any particular meaning to him, but there was a day when I learned it was actually the opposite.
“What is…. What is this?!”
It was a day when the Boss, uncharacteristically smiling, asked me to have dinner with him, before I took over managing the bar. The Boss was usually excessively harsh to his subordinates, but on the other hand, there were occasional times when he treated them well—treating them to meals at nice places or taking them for drives somewhere. In a way, you could see him as a competent leader who used both carrot and stick, but the problem was that if his stick had deadly poison and glass shards embedded in it, his carrot was barely a baby carrot the size of a child’s pinky finger.
Still, it was a sweet carrot to me, but that day’s outing didn’t go at all according to my expectations.
“Boss, you’re here……?”
I stood beside the Boss, anxiously watching the bar’s puppet owner bow his head before the Boss with fear-filled eyes. At the time, that bar was a decadent establishment where strippers performed at night, but during lunch it also sold something like food. The Boss came there to eat, then saw a flyer on the wall and his face turned bright red with fury.
“This, what is this…. Explain what intention you had doing this….”
With bloodshot eyes, the Boss shook the flyer he’d torn off from the front of the store. I glanced at the flyer from the side. A poster with a pink and red background depicting a woman’s naked body suggestively in black. And it said:
“Tatiana’s Pussy Feast”
April 15th~16th – Free condoms, Hendrick’s Vodka, and peaches for those purchasing VIP tickets!
At first glance, it was an ordinary decadent bar flyer. Since the bar’s name was ‘Tatiana’s Feast,’ they must have inserted this phrase, right? Aside from ‘pussy feast’ being a phrase I’d never heard before, there didn’t seem to be anything particularly special, but the Boss’s face was horribly distorted with rage.
“Ah, w-well, you see. It’s a flyer I made to try to increase sales a bit.”
“……”
“L-last time I saw that, you know. There are people who like canned peaches when drinking alcohol…. So, peaches have a kind of lewd feeling, and I thought it might be o-o-okay….”
“Who asked about that?!”
The Boss screamed and ripped the flyer cleanly in half.
“‘Tatiana’s Pussy Feast’ what is this?! You fucking bastard! ‘Tatiana’s Pussy Feast’?!??”
It seemed appropriate as a nickname for a club where strippers appear, but I looked at the Boss while breaking out in cold sweat. The prettiest demon in the world, coloring his face like a ripe apple while screaming his head off.
However, I thought I saw the Boss’s eyes glisten slightly in the bar that was dim even during the day.
‘T-tears welled up…?’
“Do you think I made up that name for you to make wordplay like that? Do you think the name I gave is funny? Is it funny?!!”
Saying that, the Boss stomped his feet loudly. While he screamed at the top of his lungs unable to contain his anger, no one could move. At least one person won’t make it out of here alive today. Everyone seemed to have that intuition.
I, of course, couldn’t move for a different reason.
‘Boss’s…. tears….’
Maybe they weren’t actually tears. I know that what I might have mistaken for his eyes glistening with murderous intent and madness in the dark interior.
But whether he was truly sad or not, I… liked the Boss’s hurt face I glimpsed in the darkness. His hurt face, difficult to see because he has so much. I wanted to see those eyes with welled-up tears once more.
Anyway, from that day on, ‘Tatiana’s Feast’ had both its name and puppet owner changed. My predecessor, who had been fairly diligent, preparing even a VIP ticket event while struggling, ended up sinking somewhere in the ocean with his burst balls, perhaps because the Boss was thoroughly displeased that the name he’d cherished had been dirtied with lewd jokes.
The Boss threw a fit for several days, then eventually changed ‘Tatiana’s Feast’ to ‘Manon’s Pleasure’ and reopened it. And that diligent puppet owner was replaced by me, Elbek Tenjis, who spent each day thinking about fucking the Boss who cries and hates it.
For a while, stories circulated on Saint Sophia Island that the Boss had actually loved a woman named Tatiana, and that my predecessor had been killed for defiling her name. But since everyone knew that Ruben Rikov seemed unable to feel an emotion called love and was a demon of a level that made one doubt if he was human, the rumor died down after a few days.
“Mm, mmm…. It, it turned out better than expected……”
The good thing about being a puppet owner was that during preparation time before opening, I could meet with employees personally. Moreover, ‘Manon’s Pleasure’ was a bar that, though quite small, had a shower room, dressing room, and even a few private rooms, so privacy could be maintained when having important conversations.
“Um, then Rubina-ssi, Amelia-ssi, Barbara-ssi.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Good…. Th-then from now on, please answer one at a time to my questions. Got it?”
I spoke to the three women staring blankly into space. When all three shouted ‘Yes’ in unison after my question, I let out a sigh of relief.
Behavioral Compliance State
Those of you training in Chapter 2 shouldn’t have much difficulty putting your subject into a behavioral compliance state.
With the several universal hypnotic incenses and pendulums mentioned earlier, and just time, you can succeed.
However, in many cases, hypnosis is a battle against time and the subject’s resistance.
Those of you reading this book likely wish to succeed at hypnosis in a very short time, without incense and pendulum, even when the subject has no intention of accepting hypnosis.
Naturally, there is a secret method.
The secret method is practice.
‘Sorry for using you for practice but….’
I reviewed the book’s contents and waved my hand in front of the three women. No matter how much I waved, their eyes lost their will and just stared ahead. Rubina, Amelia, and Barbara were kind employees doing different jobs at ‘Manon’s Feast.’
Since they’d also seen the Boss throw a fit yesterday talking about sales, when I said I should have an interview, everyone followed me while reading the atmosphere.
‘Is three people enough practice…?’
I sat the three of them in different rooms and attempted hypnosis. Following the process from the book—quite complex and cumbersome for me to recite again—I first hypnotized Rubina-ssi.
After that, gaining a bit of confidence, I omitted part of the process and hypnotized Amelia-ssi.
And then, omitting another part of the process, I hypnotized Barbara-ssi without any tools.
With this, I was able to hypnotize three women and have them sit before me.
‘Three people in one hour….’
Rubina-ssi took 40 minutes, Amelia-ssi took 15 minutes, and Barbara-ssi took 5 minutes. Since it was written that women are generally more difficult to hypnotize than men, it seemed like fairly good practice. The book said that if I continued practicing like this and reduced the time, I’d eventually reach a level where I could hypnotize someone with just a look.
Next time I see the Boss, I’ll need to reach that level to spend time together enjoyably… Even while thinking that, I had to check whether my hypnosis was properly affecting them.
“Hmm, hmm, then…. Starting with Rubina-ssi…. Could you try raising your left arm?”
Rubina-ssi raised her left arm. Did it work better than expected? Maybe because I spent the most time on her.
“Could you try smiling?”
As I said, Rubina-ssi smiled brightly. Thank goodness. It seems to have worked well. But on the other hand, I couldn’t tell whether this was really hypnosis or not. Couldn’t it be that Rubina-ssi is just so kind that she’s simply following my words?
“Uh…. M-make the ugliest face you can.”
So I tried making her do something she normally wouldn’t do. At my words, Rubina-ssi without a moment’s hesitation crossed her eyes and made a pig nose with her fingers. And she deliberately bared her gums and opened her mouth.
“……You can stop now.”
I’m sorry…. I felt somehow apologetic. At my words, she returned to her original expressionless state with a “Yes!” The actions certainly seemed to work with hypnosis. Then….
If I could hypnotize the Boss, I had not only things I wanted to make him do, but also many things I wanted to ask. No matter what a demon bastard he was, I wanted to know the Boss.
What made him this kind of person, what he holds dear, whether he’s ever done nipple masturbation, his favorite books or music, where he often goes when driving, who his first love was, whether he has allergies, when masturbating does he only touch his dick, or does he touch his hole, or does he touch both his hole and dick… I wanted to know such things so badly.
‘In the behavioral compliance stage…. it said I could also ask desired questions….’
The book said that while fundamental matters deep in the unconscious were difficult, I could at least ask about things the person consciously thinks about. Should I try once more? I cleared my throat and this time turned to Amelia-ssi.
