No way I’d just let her go, right?
Even if I can’t do much now, I’ll plant a suggestion to ensure we meet again. Plus, there’s something I want to test.
“Decal. What’s going on?”
Isti catches on. She knows this weird scene—the redhead standing dazed—is my doing.
Doesn’t matter. I deliberately didn’t hypnotize Isti.
The hand gesture’s just a hypnosis routine; I can choose not to apply it. In that case, it’s just a meaningless motion to her. But I put the redheaded swordswoman into a trance. Not Isti.
“This?”
Right in front of Isti, I grab the redhead’s ample mound with a firm grip. So soft and full. The way they push back against my hand is top-notch. But she doesn’t snap out of it at all.
“It’s ‘hypnosis.’ I can control people however I want.”
“People?”
“Yeah. If I like a girl, I can use hypnosis to make her defenseless and play with her. Like I’m doing now.”
“Hypnosis…”
Isti presses a hand to her forehead, like she’s got a sudden headache.
I know this reaction well. I’m showing her something pre-hypnosis Isti would never tolerate. This kind of sleaziness is exactly the human behavior she’d despise.
“I, Decal is…”
She can’t help connecting hypnosis to her own state.
It’s the seed of doubt.
But I’ve planted a suggestion in Isti: Decal is the most trustworthy human in the world.
A contradictory situation.
Isti hesitates, then suddenly clings to me tightly.
“Isti?”
Her eyes are wet, like she’s scared.
“…Are you tired of me?”
“Huh?”
“Do you like big mounds like hers? I’ll try my best. I’ll do anything you want, Decal.”
“…”
I laugh inwardly.
When contradictions arise, the suggestion always wins.
Even if I killed some random elf, Isti couldn’t doubt or reject my character. To her, I’m the most trusted person in the world. That premise, embedded by suggestion, never crumbles.
In a situation like this, where things don’t add up, the dissonance shifts elsewhere. This is exactly what I wanted to confirm.
A mind eroded by a trigger.
A powerful hypnotic state.
It varies by person, but for Isti, maybe because she’s convinced we’re lovers, she adapts dramatically. She brushes off anything suspicious, trembling with fear of being hated or unloved.
“Don’t abandon me.”
“Calm down.”
All she needs now is my comforting touch.
I gently hug her and stroke her lower back.
“Ah…”
“My love for you hasn’t changed.”
“Darling…”
Her voice, expression, and gestures—I can feel deep relief settling in her heart. No issues now. I can move freely with Isti without restrictions. Better yet, I can even use her help. For example…
“Isti, can you keep watch so I can play with this girl’s chest?”
“Yeah, got it.”
Isti flashes a bright smile.
“I’ll take out any orcs so nothing interrupts your fun, Decal.”
“Thanks.”
I k!ss Isti, then go back to kneading the redheaded swordswoman’s big melons.
Mmm, amazing texture. I could do this forever.
“What’s your name?”
With a blank face, she answers, “…Karen.”
I squeeze Karen’s mounds harder.
One slips out of her top, revealing a pink tip. I cup it, feeling its weight, and gently squeeze.
“When are you tackling the emergency mission?”
“Three days from now…”
“Alone?”
I tug her tip hard, and she flinches—purely a physical reaction.
“Probably…”
“On the day you head out for the emergency mission, you’ll go with me. That morning, come find me at the Water and Grass Inn and ask for my help.”
“…Got it.”
That’s enough of a hook. I think Karen’s dream of becoming a hero is really admirable. That earnest gaze toward a dazzling future is part of her charm. Ruining that would be no fun.
Time to wake her, but I reluctantly fondle her milkers more. Then I fix her clothes and clap my hands.
“Hm?”
Karen looks around, confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! Bye, mister. Pretty hunter lady!”
Karen leaves.
Isti comes back to my side.
“Satisfied?”
“Yeah. Nice mounds.”
“…Pervert.”
She says it, but there’s no real scolding in her tone.
I pull Isti into my arms and k!ss her.
“So you hate it?”
“I told you. I’ll do anything you want, Decal.”
“I’m gonna bang her next time—“
“…A little sad if it’s in front of me.”
“I’ll do it secretly, so pretend you don’t notice, okay?”
“If you want to sleep with other girls too… I’ll look the other way. Just pamper me lots as a reward.”
Isti buries her face in my chest, acting cute.
“Time to head back?”
“Yeah.”
I’ve seen enough orcs. While the sun’s still up, we go straight to the guild to cash in the large soul stones.
They’re not fully filled, but the payout’s 87 gold. Alone, I’d never pull that off.
“How should we split it?”
“You take it, Decal. I’m fine.”
I happily accept.
“Uh, your license is ready. Want to pick it up now?”
I’m about to leave when Ashelin stops me.
“Where do I get it?”
“Come inside. The guild master will hand it over personally.”
“I’ll be right back. Wait here.”
“Okay.”
I peck Isti’s forehead and follow Ashelin behind the reception desk.
She guides me down a hallway.
“Your girlfriend… she’s really pretty.”
“…”
Karen’s melons were impressive, but Ashelin’s no slouch either. Even from behind, I catch glimpses of her mounds’ sides—driving me wild. No monsters popping out here. No need to hold back, right?
“Welcome.”
I enter a room where the guild master’s waiting, standing.
Something feels off—like he’s not treating me like just any adventurer.
“I’m here for my license.”
“Yes, it’s ready. Please, have a seat.”
The guild master’s an older man with neatly combed white hair and a refined beard. He places a small case on the table and slides it toward me.
“Considering your contributions to the guild, Mr. Decal, we’ve decided to issue you a silver license right away.”
Skipping bronze entirely?
When they made this, my only notable feat was the Bordeaux Dungeon exploration.
“I’ll take it gratefully.”
“With your skills, Mr. Decal, silver’s just the start. Especially with the company you keep.”
I catch the implication in his subtle words. My value’s rated higher than typical adventurers.
Probably because I’m with Isti.
Word must’ve reached the guild master. This time, I even brought Isti to wipe out the orcs around Dry Village.
Maybe he thinks I’m a powerhouse on par with Isti, just without a rank.
“Can I head out now? I’m in a hurry.”
“Yes. Looking forward to your future efforts.”
I pocket the license and stand.
Leaving the guild master’s room, I turn a corner in the hallway and spot Ashelin a little ways off.
“Hmm… ngh… ahh… Decal…”
She’s whispering my name while touching herself.
The suggestion’s gotten so strong she can’t hold back even in daylight.
Perfect timing to catch her.
Ashelin’s skirt is hiked up, her hand timidly working her snatch.
“What’re you doing?”
“Eek!”
She jumps, practically curling into herself in shock.
“Did you just say ‘Decal’?”
I grab her arm as she tries to bolt and pin her against the wall.
“What were you just doing?”
“Let me go…”
“A receptionist pleasuring herself in broad daylight…”
“Ngh…!”
“Feel good?”
Cornered, Ashelin tears up.
“S-Sorry.”
“So you sneak off and touch yourself whenever you see adventurers?”
“No! Just… just you, Decal.”
“Just me?”
“I… imagined it. I know it’s filthy… I’m really sorry.”
“Dirty little freak.”
“Ngh…”
“I always thought, ‘Thanks for being so nice’…”
Ashelin’s on the verge of crying.
“I’m sorry for upsetting you. Really…”
“You feel bad?”
“Yes…”
No idea why, but she seems guilty about being caught.
My suggestion’s cooked up a fun scenario. I wanna push this further. It’d make the wait worthwhile.
“Then strip.”
“Huh?”
“Skirt and pant!es, all of it.”
“Ngh, y-yes…”
Sobbing, Ashelin peels off her skirt and slides her panties down. Her lower half’s bare under the receptionist uniform, pale and exposed.
I touch her soaked honey hole.
“Ah…!”
“What’d you imagine to get this wet?”
“…”
“Tell me.”
“All sorts… Like you yelling at me… getting pounded by your thing… uh, from behind…”
Ashelin trails off.
“Can’t say it.”
“Yelling at you? Like now?”
“Y-Yes…”
I slip a finger into her snatch, teasing the walls.
She doesn’t resist, just surrenders her lower half, flustered.
“From behind what?”
“From behind… forced… r@ped…”
Some pretty intense stuff’s been playing out in her head.
“Pretty bold, fantasizing like that about an adventurer you barely know. You know you’re a pervert, right?”
“…Yes. I wanted to stop, but… it kept coming back, liking it while being r@ped, I couldn’t stop…”
“So that’s what you were doing?”
“I thought… doing it near you would feel stronger.”
I churn her snatch with my fingers, making wet sounds.
“Ngh… ah…”
“I’ll fix that nasty habit. Now, walk.”
“Someone might come…”
“Just go. To the reception desk.”
“Please forgive me. Ngh… I’m sorry for imagining being r@ped…”
“Walk.”
Giving up, Ashelin starts moving slowly.