Chapter 35 – Hypnosis Experiment: The Case Of A Low Self-Esteem College Girl (1)
After the first successful hypnosis experiment, I became bolder in my trials.
First, my targets were the middle-aged men who finished work at the nearby factory and drank at the outdoor pubs nearby.
You might wonder why I was hypnotizing these men instead of women, but being able to hypnotize men was also a crucial factor.
That way, I wouldn’t get stabbed for accidentally hitting on someone else’s woman.
Anyway, perhaps because these men were already drunk, they easily fell into a trance. When I asked them to tell me their secrets, they confessed everything, from their affairs with other men’s wives to the location of their hidden emergency funds.
Most of them revealed their secrets before I even had to use the second level of hypnosis.
After experimenting on ten drunk people like this, I moved on to sober middle-aged men.
I approached a man smoking a cigarette, asking for a light (I got the cigarette through hypnosis). As a reward for the light, I offered to show him something amazing and then initiated hypnosis.
I learned that sober people had much stronger guards against revealing secrets than drunk people.
Additionally, it was easier to learn the secrets of men who seemed rude, while it was harder to learn the secrets of men who seemed kind.
It seemed that the level of mental guard varied depending on the mental fortitude and depth of the secret, just like when I was sleeping with Yumiko.
After finishing my experiments on middle-aged men, I moved on to the kids in the neighborhood.
It wasn’t that I had any ulterior motives with the kids. I just wondered how hypnosis would work on them since most of my subjects had been adults.
So, I hypnotized the neighborhood kids and found out:
“Can you hear me?”
“Yeees…”
Hmm… what’s the difference?
There didn’t seem to be any difference between adults and kids when it came to inducing hypnosis.
Of course, there were some differences.
“Do you have a secret you can’t tell anyone?”
“…I secretly hid the change that Mom told me to bring back…”
The kids’ secrets were, how should I put it, very low-level.
When I asked them to tell me their secrets, nine out of ten just told me.
The last one also revealed all their secrets after two rounds of hypnosis.
For the record, the one who didn’t reveal their secrets was the most mature-looking kid among them.
In short, the more mentally mature someone was, the stronger their guard against hypnosis.
‘This was a pretty meaningful experiment.’
Having gained some valuable information, I was heading home with a smile on my face when I heard a strange sobbing sound near the playground.
‘A woman’s crying?’
It was a bit far, so I wasn’t sure, but it was definitely a woman’s voice.
Curious, I glanced at the playground and saw someone crying on the swings.
The person sobbing on the swing was a woman, presumably a college student, wearing a large hooded jacket.
Although her upper body was covered, her smooth legs were clearly those of a woman.
Seeing the crying woman, I had two choices.
First, I could just go home and eat the warm meal my mom had prepared.
Second, I could approach the woman and ask what was wrong. And maybe taste her pussy as a bonus.
I was a bit tired from walking around all day, but honestly, my heart and lower body were telling me to choose the second option, so I did.
Thud. Thud.
I confidently walked towards the swing, took out a tissue from my subspace pocket, and said to the sobbing woman,
“Hey.”
“Sniff… sniff… Yes?”
“Stop crying and use this.”
As I handed her the tissue, the crying woman refused, saying she couldn’t, as if she was sorry.
“Ah, no. I can’t…”
I roughly understood her personality from her stuttering and refusing, so I forcefully shoved the tissue into her hand and said,
“Ah! Just take it!”
This woman was the type who was easily intimidated.
In other words, if I pretended to be angry and forcefully handed her something…
“Ah, okay. Don’t get mad…”
See? It’s easy to hand it over like this. Easy peasy, right?
While I was internally channeling a cartoon character, the woman wiped her tears, blew her nose, and said,
“I’m, I’m sorry… for showing you such an awful sight…”
I casually replied,
“No, it’s okay. You can cry on the swings.”
But my nonchalant attitude seemed to make her even more embarrassed, and her face turned red as she said,
“…I’m really sorry. I’ll be more careful next time…”
I told her it was okay again and then asked,
“So, what were you crying about?”
She hesitated to answer, her face looking troubled.
Okay, I could understand up to this point. I tried to continue the conversation, but she just kept hesitating without saying anything.
Her indecisive attitude finally pissed me off, and I decided,
‘I’ll just do it my way.’
With that decision, I immediately took out my secret weapon (a coin) from my subspace pocket and said to her,
“Hey, could you take a look at this?”
Knowing she had done something wrong, she silently looked at my coin, and after a few seconds, her eyes became glazed over.
I was surprised that I had successfully hypnotized her in just a few seconds when it usually took at least ten.
I asked her what I was most curious about.
“What’s your name, age, and occupation?”
“My name is Kobayashi Honoka… I’m a 20-year-old college student…”
I had to use hypnosis to find out something so simple. How annoying.
‘It would have been easier if she had just told me a few words. So troublesome.’
I thought to myself and continued to ask Honoka,
“Why were you crying here?”
“Because I can’t adjust to college life…”
She was crying because she couldn’t adjust to college life…
Is that really something to cry about?
Honestly, I didn’t understand.
It’s not like anyone was bothering her at college.
So why was she crying about that?
It wasn’t because I was a psychopath, but because I had never been to college, I genuinely didn’t understand.
So I asked again,
“Why can’t you adjust to college life?”
Fortunately, the answer to this question was easy to understand.
“Because the other students in my department avoid me for being too gloomy, stuttering, and having a bad sense of style…”
Hearing that, I immediately understood why.
Well, her style is…
‘Greasy long hair, square-rimmed glasses, freckles on her face, and clothes that look like they were bought for a thousand yen at a market.’
I don’t need to say more.
‘No wonder she’s not liked when she stutters like that.’
Honestly, I felt like I was dying of frustration just talking to her.
But aside from that, I also felt a little sorry for her. And also…
‘Hmm… come to think of it, I haven’t tested command compatibility yet, have I?’
There was still something I wanted to experiment with.
If the effects of hypnosis lasted for a long time, I wanted to see if they would remain even after the hypnosis ended.
‘Well, while I’m at it, why not do a good deed?’
After a moment of thought, I decided to do a good deed and hypnotized her with the intention of making it last as long as possible while also changing her.
[Honoka thinks the man in front of her is her boyfriend. Honoka, you truly love your boyfriend, so you must do whatever he wants.]
[Not wanting to be disliked by her boyfriend, she starts learning how to dress and take care of her appearance.]
[She wants to talk to her boyfriend as much as possible. To do so, she tries to fix her stuttering habit.]
After applying those three layers of hypnosis, Honoka’s gaze towards me changed.
Just a moment ago, it was the gaze of a stranger, but now it was the gaze of someone looking at their lover.
I received Honoka’s affectionate gaze and calmly started acting like her boyfriend.
“Honoka, are you okay? You seem out of it today.”
Honoka looked surprised, hesitated for a moment, and then said to me,
“I’m, I’m sorry, Takuya… It’s just that today is a little… yeah. I can’t concentrate…”
She lowered her head as if she was sorry.
‘Hmm. The hypnosis is working well.’
There were no other reactions or strange behaviors, so it seemed that the hypnosis was quite effective.
Also, if you looked closely, Honoka was embarrassed by her current state.
Judging by how well the hypnosis was working, she would gradually start to change if I left her alone.
‘Then I should get some reward, right?’
I wasn’t originally planning to, but after seeing her potato-like appearance before the hypnosis, I wanted some compensation.
“So, can I go to your place today, Honoka?”
Honoka looked flustered and replied,
“Uh, uhm? My place? I live alone, so you can come, but…”
“Really? Then let’s go right now.”
“Ah, uhm…”
And so, I headed to Honoka’s apartment.
