“Vindel. Do you know exactly where the thieves’ hideout is?”
“Yeah. If you go past here, there’s an alley—probably two guys guarding the entrance.”
“Good. Leave it to me from here.”
Just as Vindel said, two punks are leaning against the wall in the alley.
They spot us, glare, and bark, “Hey, Vindel! What’s this? Who’re they?”
As they approach, recognizing Vindel, he clings to me, scared.
“Who’s this guy? Oh… that chick behind him…”
“She’s no joke, huh?”
I pat Vindel’s shoulder to calm him and ask, “These the ones?”
“Yeah. Not the boss, just underlings…”
Snap.
I snap my fingers.
Focusing my will, I put Vindel and the punks into a trance.
“Guide us safely to where your boss is.”
Clap.
I snap them out of it, and the punks turn and walk.
“The boss is this way.”
“Let’s go.”
Through maze-like alleys, they lead us smoothly to the boss’s spot.
A small bar with stairs descending underground. Inside, men’s chatter and the stench of booze waft out.
I whisper to Isti so only she hears, “Isti. Wanna wait outside? Might be unpleasant.”
“If something happens to you, Decal, I wanna be there.”
“Alright. Vindel, stay here.”
Snap.
I put the guiding thieves back into a trance.
“You two, protect Vindel here.”
Clap.
With instant bodyguards for Vindel set, Isti and I enter the thieves’ den.
Dim lighting.
The moment Isti and I step in, the noise dies.
“Lost your way?”
“Look like adventurers.”
“Check that chick. Ever seen anything like her?”
“Nah, insane. One taste, and I’d die happy.”
“Keep it short—I’ve got business.”
I shift the vibe and declare, “Hand over the spellbook and money you stole from Vindel, and I’ll leave.”
“Hahaha!”
“Hear that? This greenhorn’s yapping!”
“Turns out Vindel brought his big bro? Scary, so scary!”
“What if we don’t? Huh~?”
“Attention.”
I raise my right hand and snap my fingers.
Snap.
Everyone falls into a trance, and the bar goes silent in an instant.
“You obey my commands.”
Clap.
I wake them.
“Haha!”
“What do we do? Huh?”
“Block the door first. I’m banging that chick first.”
The punks rise from their chairs.
“Stop.”
One word from me, and their movements freeze.
“What the—! I-I can’t move…!”
“Damn it! Magic user?”
“What’d you do to us?!”
“Stand at attention.”
Seems ‘attention’ works in this world too—they all snap into position.
“From now on, I’m your god.”
“Ugh… ngh!”
“Can’t… move!”
“All of you, disarm.”
The punks drop their blades, clubs, and broken bottles onto tables or the floor, left defenseless.
“Against the wall.”
Like herding trash, I line them up against the left and right walls. This clears the center, and I walk through with Isti.
“The spellbook and money you took from Vindel. Who knows where they are? Raise your hand.”
Three—no, five hands go up.
“You there. Speak.”
“I-I know who knows. Our boss… in that back room.”
“Same for the rest?”
“Yeah, the boss’d know.”
I use my Search skill to carefully inspect the inner door. It doesn’t take long. Being cautious not to trip over some dumb trap, I open the door…revealing an unexpected sight.
A woman’s sitting there.
The stench of booze wrinkles my nose, her hair’s a mess, uncombed, but the way she casually perches on the table suits her—she’s a beauty.
“Who’re you?”
“I am here for the spellbook and money you took from Vindel.”
“Oh, that kid’s stuff? You came looking for it?”
“Yeah. Return it, and I’ll go.”
“What if I don’t?”
“I don’t give chances to regret.”
“Hehehe.”
She laughs like she’s unhinged.
“You stormed in here, just the two of you, for that? I like it. Name’s Dreia. You?”
“Decal.”
“And the quiet girl behind you?”
“No name for humans like you.”
“Heh. Whatever. It’s in that cabinet—third drawer. Take it.”
“…”
I walk toward where Dreia points.
Then it happens.
A sharp metallic ring cuts through, and a dagger embeds in the floor.
“What the—?”
“She attacked you, Decal.”
Isti blocked it?
Good call bringing her. But chucking something like that out of nowhere—she’s crazier than I thought.
“Too bad.”
“What’s your game?”
“Just a gamble. Miss, no loss. Hit, 50 gold. Not a bad deal.”
“No, you screwed up.”
“Hah, what you gonna do? Hit me? No chance, Decal, you pampered little flower. Everything’s boring with you.”
Snap.
I snap my fingers, putting Dreia in a trance.
“You’re my b!tch now. A b!tch only thinks about pleasing its master.”
Clap.
I wake her and tell Isti, “Call me if anything happens—I’ll be in this room for a bit.”
“Okay.”
“Dreia, stand.”
“…”
Dreia rises.
She’s got the muscle to command this rabble—solid abs and strong legs stretch out from her frame.
“Go outside.”
She walks out the door, entranced.
“Boss!”
“Did you kill ‘em?”
“We trusted you, Boss!”
“Our bodies won’t move! That guy’s using weird magic…!”
“Grng… grrr…!”
Dreia groans like she’s holding something back, then starts scampering around the bar’s open center on all fours.
“B-Boss?”
They all turn pale, freaked out by her antics.
“Woof! Woof!”
“Out for a walk and all excited, huh, my little b!tch.”
Dreia leaps into my arms, licking my neck sloppily.
“Good girl.”
I pat her head gently.
“Grng. Grrrng. Maaaster~.”
“Why’s a b!tch wearing clothes? Strip.”
“Woof!”
Dreia eagerly peels off her clothes, one by one. Down to her underwear, she bares it all.
“Sit!”
“Hrng!”
Dreia sits with her legs spread wide.
“Paw.”
She places her hand on my palm.
After repeating a few b!tch-training tricks, her goons shut up completely. I drag a table to the center and hoist Dreia onto it, kneeling.
“Grng. Master?”
“Gonna use your snatch, so spread it.”
“Woof!”
Crouching, Dreia parts her rear with both hands, exposing her snatch.
I pull out my thing and slide it straight into her ready hole, no hesitation.
“Ahng…! Haa…ah? Master? Mating? Mating?”
Gripping her firm rear tight, I savor her snatch’s soft grip and thrust deep.
“Yeah, mating. Right in front of your crew.”
“Crew? Don’t know ‘em. Only know Master. Master, does mating with my snatch feel good?”
“Sure does.”
“Then I’ll… mate hard with my snatch.”
Dreia wiggles her rear gently.
I match her rhythm, stirring her snatch deep.
With a strong trigger suggestion, her personality’s nearly gone— all that’s left is a b!tch obsessed with pleasing me.
I usually avoid hypnosis this heavy since it’s no fun, but I gladly used it here. She’s a disposable snatch—tossing her after won’t faze me.
“Ngh! Sob! Ngh! Ah…! Ah! Ah! Master’s thing, so gooood.”
Dreia doesn’t care about the eyes around her. Beast-like, she feels my thing raw.
I focus only on her rear and snatch, rocking my hips.
“Boss! What the hell are you doing? Kill that b*stard!”
“Can’t… nghk…! you see? I’m mating with Master! I’m busy!”
“B-Boss…”
“Maaaster, they’re ruining our mating.”
“Ignore them.”
“Woof! Nghk! Ngh~! Wooong!”
Teased, I grab her arms and pound her snatch hard—slosh, slosh.
Dreia lifts her rear higher, taking my thrusts with all she’s got.
“Nghok! Nghk! Ugh! Gik!”
Aside from her figure and face, I didn’t expect much from this trash, but her snatch’s decent. I ram it fast, like jerking off, solely to feel good.
“Nghk…! Ohk!”
Her snatch flesh clings with each pull, dripping wet.
“Ngh! Haaah! Ahng! Mating with Master, so gooood…! No more thieving.”
“Wanna live as my b!tch?”
“Woof! Woof! Woof! Wanna be Master’s snatch-serving b!tch “
“Don’t need you.”
Dreia slams her rear back against me.
“Master, your thing’s throbbing—you like my snatch. If you finish inside, will you make me your b!tch?”
“If I finish inside, I’ll think about it.”
“Nghh! Ngh! Gooood. Master, finish inside quick. I’ll grip tight.”
I grab her hair, pounding—slosh, slosh—ramping up to release.
“When I finish, you’ll announce to everyone here you’re my b!tch. Got it?”
“Woof! Woof! Ngh~!! Haaah…! It’s coming. Master’s thing’s swelling. Shaking my rear hard…”
Even pulled and pounded rough, Dreia keeps rocking her hips to push me over.
I bury deep in her snatch and let loose.
Spurt, spurt—as I unload, Dreia sticks out her tongue, half-dazed, and says, “Creampie success From now on, I, Dreia, quit being a thief boss and switch to Master’s cum-dump bitch “
“Hoo.”
“Ah, nghh, haaah. Still… Master, no take-backs. You’re still pumping thick stuff in my snatch, right?”
“Hoo…”
The long release ends.
Savoring it, I pull out, and the load in her snatch oozes out.
Snap.
I put a new suggestion on Dreia.
“You’re not a b!tch. Realize that.”
Trigger suggestions can’t be undone like “cancel hypnosis.” You overwrite them with a new one to make them aware.
Clap.
Clapping, Dreia shifts from flaunting cum-dump bitch to her old self.
“Ah.”
“Hey there.”
“I’ll… kill you…!”
“Paw.”
She puts her hand on mine.
“Sit.”
“Uh, ngh…!?”
Dreia tries to sit, stumbles, and lands on her rear.
“‘Kill you’ or ‘be my b!tch’?”
“What’s… this…!”
A side effect of trigger suggestions. Even overwriting it, some lingering influence stays, varying by person—you can’t fully revert them to pre-hypnosis. Too strong a trigger can ruin their personality and charm.
Confirmed again.
Not that I care here.
Half-b!tch Dreia has her own flavor.
“Ngh… grr! I’ll kill…!”
“Sit.”
“Ngh…!”
Not the perfect bitch pose like before, but when I say sit, her strength drains, and she can’t stand.
“Haaah… haa… haaah…!”
Dreia, naked and spent from my load, collapses on the floor.
I step lightly on her hand.
“Ngh~!!!”
“Thieving hand—should I cut it off? Or stick a b!tch paw on it?”
“…!”
“Or for atonement, you stab each of your goons here yourself.”
“You think I’d do that?”
“Did you think you’d turn into a b!tch?”
“…”
Her face pales.
“S-Stop. I messed up.”
“Finally crawling, huh?”
I kick her.
“Ngh!”
“What’s your—and their—mistake?”
Dreia struggles up and kneels.
“Stealing that kid’s spellbook and money…”
“That’s the wrong. The mistake was bringing me here.”
“…What do you want? Leave them alone.”
“A thief preaching loyalty? Laughable.”
“Thief or knight, the head bears the responsibility.”
I like that line.
“Then catch my piss and drink it.”
“…What?”
I pull out my thing and get ready to piss.
“Spill a drop, and I’ll make your goons drink blood instead.”
“Ngh, nghk!”
I let loose a strong stream.
Dreia hurriedly opens her mouth and cups her hands like a bowl to catch it.
I p!ss freely on her face, mouth, and tongue.
“Gulp! Ngh…! Nghk! Ngh…!”
She frantically catches and drinks, licking up what spills into her hands.
It splashes everywhere, soaking her like she washed her face with it, but I zip up.
“Spellbook and money—in the third drawer, right?”
“Yeah, take it!”
Dreia spits it out, thoroughly done.
“Everyone, attention.”
Snap.
I put the whole bar in a trance.
“The men will keep quiet about what just happened. Then go straight to Dry Village Guard, confess all your crimes, and pay the price.”
Almost done, but I recall dying to a knife.
Nearly forgot a safety net.
“Dreia. You can’t harm me or anyone around me.”
Clap.
Clapping, the men shuffle out of the bar.
“Hey, you lot! Where’re you going?!”
“Disgusted by your bitch show and bailing.”
Dreia bites her lip and glares at me.
“No clue what you are, but sleep tight. You never know when I’ll slit your thr0at.”
Sorry, that’s impossible.
No point telling her, so I head back to the room where Isti’s waiting, grab the spellbook and gold, and leave.
Outside, I see the punks I left guarding Vindel.
Snap.
Just the finishing touch.
“Everyone but Vindel—scram.”
I dismiss Vindel’s makeshift escorts.
“Sir!”
“Got this back.”
I hand Vindel the gold.
“You’re the coolest, most righteous person I’ve ever met, sir.”
Haha.
Kid needs to work on his judge of character first.
“I added a bit extra, so don’t go hungry. Got it?”
“Thank you!”
“Can you head off on your own now?”
“Yeah!”
“Love that energy. Go on.”
Vindel bows deeply and darts off into the alley.