章 3: Try complete brainwashing
A bed in the infirmary covered with curtains in the early afternoon. Ms. Niimura and I are sitting there.
"How? Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, the bed in the infirmary is comfortable."
"Hehe, Miyama-kun, you said something similar before."
"Is that so? First of all, please show me your breasts."
"Yeah, wait a minute...Okay, sho."
The teacher takes off his lab coat with a nonchalant look on her face, removes her name tag from around her neck, and begins to unbutton her shirt.
Lately, whenever I have free time, I've gotten into the habit of making advances on Ms. Niimura and having sex with her. When she couldn't be bothered to use the counseling room, she would put a busy sign on the door and then have sex on the bed.
The teacher unhooks her cream-colored bra and deftly pulls the straps from her arms. I put the freshly removed bra in my hands.
Her dark brown nipples still didn't seem to have any energy. I pick it up with both hands and draw a circle. Her small, milky white breasts distort their shape.
"Recently, it seems that a member of the swimming club won the championship in a competition."
"Wow, that's amazing."
"The women's swimming club, hmm, the student council president is also a member, hmm, quite enthusiastic."
"I see. Sensei, what club activities did you do in high school?"
"I was in the volleyball club, hmm, volleyball club, hmm!?"
I flicked the right nipple with my tongue and the left with my fingers. When I sucked on her breasts, the teacher's body jumped in surprise.
"Sensei, aren't you the captain? Your legs are long."
"The legs don't really matter, hmm, hmm, but I sure was the captain, ah."
"I knew it. Teacher, you're good at the cowgirl position. I guess it's the volleyball effect."
"Hmm, ahaha, ann, that's not the case. I mean, I guess. I mean, Miyama-kun, h-h-how do you know?"
The teacher's right breast was sticky with my saliva, and the nipple of her left breast was painfully swollen.
"It's about to get erect, so please do it in the cowgirl position that you're good at. Before that, I'd like you to give me a blowjob, too."
"Hmm...I understand. Then, can you sleep there again?"
She squats down on my back and spreads her legs between my legs, sticks out her lips, and starts lovingly kissing my glans. Tickle her with your tongue, coating it lightly with her saliva, then gently pass the rod through her lips and move it up and down. A soft blowjob whose purpose is to get an erection. The effect was disastrous.
"Yeah, I guess you've got quite an erection, haven't you?"
"Yes. Then I'd like a condom, please."
"Can the teacher help me wear it?"
"Yes....Ah, why don't you just put it on me with your mouth?"
"Orally? That's fine. But Miyama-kun, do you know that? Have you ever had a girl do it for you?"
"No manga, AV, etc."
"I see. Nowadays, you can easily see it on your smartphone. Hehe, you're actually quite good as a teacher, so just leave it to me!"
Actually, I asked because I knew that the teacher was good at something, but it was a memory that only I had.
The teacher quickly broke the seal and deftly held the item between his lips. Then, as she grips my rod and smiles at me, she quickly brings her face closer to my glans.
When the glans and the center of the condom come into contact, her lips part once, and the next time they approach, in a stroking motion, the rest of the condom is gradually spread all over the rod.
Along with the soft stimulation of her lips, my item was covered with the feel of rubber. The teacher was cupping her cheeks and trying to get the elastic to fit tightly. Her face didn't even look like a normal teacher's. She worked carefully over and over, and by the time her lips parted completely, the entire rod was covered in rubber.
"Okay, it's done! But this is a little difficult, so do not ask a girl who's new to you? Try to put on the condom yourself as much as possible. If you can't put it on properly, it could lead to an accident."
The teacher gave me a warning for the umpteenth time. No matter how many times I erased her memory, the line always reappeared, and I thought that the teacher was really passionate about her work.
"The teacher will also prepare, so please wait a moment."
After saying that, the teacher quickly takes off her skirt, tights, and underwear, leaving her in the same clothes as she was born with.
She sucks lightly on the two fingers of her left hand, turns them behind her back, and begins to move them without hesitation. Soon, a sticky sound leaked from the teacher's crotch. While doing so, her right hand strokes my rod with delicate fingers.
Once in a while, I pull out my finger and bring it in front of my face to check how wet it is, and then start masturbating again...I repeat this process about 4 or 5 times, and when I smile as if I understand, I put the finger in front of my face and put it in the condom. Apply it to the surface of the rod with the mark on it and apply it instead of lotion.
"Huh, then I'll let you in."
"please"
The teacher announced to me in a slightly breathy voice, then lifted her knees and got into a half-waisted position on the bed. While spreading her own slit open with her left hand, I gazed at the object held up in her right hand, then carefully lowered her hips and placed it against her vagina. When she lowered her hips slightly, her glans was completely wrapped around her, and the teacher gingerly removed his hand.
Then, she smiles at me, puts her hands on her knees and kneels down, then slowly lowers herself vertically and accepts the object into her vagina. Perhaps because of the many times we had hypnosis sex, she had learned something unconsciously, and things went really smoothly without any hitches.
"Hmm, hmph... everything went in. Is Miyama-kun okay?"
"Yes. It's all the way inside and it feels good."
"Miyama-kun's is pretty big, isn't it?"
"Really?"
"Actually, my vagina is quite deep, but it hits the back."
My teacher compliments me many times on the size of my items. From my point of view, it's kind of interesting that even though it's repeated, it's expressed in a different way each time. Today, I remained in the crouching position, moving my hips slightly back and forth and rubbing the glans against the cervix to check its size. The tip feels ticklish and feels good.
"Teacher, could you please move and make me feel better?"
"Ah, ah, I'm sorry. Well, first go slowly up and down..."
The teacher uses the springs in her legs to slowly move up and down, repeating the insertion motion and its reverse over and over again. You can clearly see the joining port, and every time you pull your hips back, you can also see the many threads of love juice being pulled from the surface of the rod. The sensation of being caressed by the vaginal folds is pleasant.
"Here, hold hands...?"
The teacher grabbed my hands, which were lying loosely on the sheets, and gently lifted me up until my elbows were standing. Then, she intertwined her fingers one by one and gripped it tightly, and when I responded by squeezing back, she gradually put more weight on it.
The teacher seems to like sex while holding hands, and she always holds my hand at least once, whether in the missionary position or sitting face to face. When she is in the cowgirl position, she seems to have the advantage of being able to make special movements by using the hands connected like this as a fulcrum, and in fact, right now, the teacher is adding rotation to the simple up and down movement, making sure that the entire inside of her vagina is evenly distributed. I was trying to hit something. The feel of his slightly sweaty and elastic palm also fuels her pleasure.
"Ufu, isn't it getting bigger inside your vagina? Does it feel good?"
"It's crazy, it feels so good."
"Ufufu, what do you mean by 'dangerous'? It's fine if it feels good. Next time you'll move back and forth, okay?"
The teacher bends her knees while holding hands and takes the object deep into her vagina. She continued to slide her hips and began to rub them back and forth.
The movement looks monotonous from the outside, but inside the vagina, the folds are stirred violently, and the rod is attacked from all directions. In addition to direct pleasure, the appearance of her legs and torso remaining motionless and only her crotch writhing provokes my sensory center, leading to indirect pleasure.
The teacher has mastered a wide variety of movements, and while we hold each other's hands, only our hips move freely, and my object is left at the mercy of my vagina.
"Teacher, you're really good at cowgirl, aren't you?"
"It seems like you liked it, hmm, that's good. Teacher, hmm, it's starting to feel pretty good. Let's make it a little more intense."
When I said that, she lightly got down on her knees and moved her hips dramatically, making up and down movements. Nectar secretes steadily from inside her vagina, making her slippery. Every time she lift her hips, I can feel the liquid that overflows being scraped out of her vagina and wetting my crotch.
Their crotches gradually heat up, warming each other. The folds of flesh dance violently around the rod. The sound of the water making it feel like you're soaking in a hot spring.
"Teacher, do you like cowgirl position?"
"Hmm, Sensei? Hmm, personally, I think the position where you're in closer contact with me is, uh, nice."
"But, Miyama-kun, uh, you don't have to worry about it. Noyo?"
"Then let's lower our bodies and do it while we're in close contact. Why?"
"Is that okay? Mmm, Miyama-kun, if it makes you feel good, hmm, that's fine..."
"It feels good, I'm sure...!"
"Yes, hmm, I guess, then, anh, let's do that."
She stops moving for a moment, unties their hands, and gets on the sheets, getting into a position like crawling on all fours. From there, she moved her arms forward little by little until her face was directly above mine. Her knees fall back and her back becomes slightly taut.
"Then, excuse me for a moment. Raise your head..."
Then she put her hand between my head and the pillow and held me close. When they lower their upper bodies, their chests touch, and you can feel the soft feel and warmth of their chests through their shirts.
"It moves, right?"
The teacher uses the knee muscles to move the hips up and down. At first, it was timid, but soon it moved quickly, and the pistons began to rattle like an engine.
The sensation of ejaculation increases steadily as the stimulation feels like someone is physically trying to squeeze out the semen.
"Teacher, let's kiss. I want to cum while kissing you."
"Are you going to let it out? Don't worry about the teacher, n-don't worry about it, just let it out..."
The teacher presses her lips together in a quick motion similar to diving underwater, and within a few moments he has mastered the sequence, from a bird kiss to a deep kiss. All that is left behind is the image of them increasing the strokes and speed of their hips as their tongues intertwine violently as I desire. There is strength in the hand that grabs her head.
I want to spill everything. My simple desire causes my urethra to swell, and the teacher, sensing this, presses the vaginal opening tightly against the base of my penis, tightens it even more, and begins to squeeze out the semen while rotating her hips.
I released my semen helplessly. Each other's hips bounce a few times.
"Haa... haa... I'm out..."
"Did everything...hmm... come out? Did you feel refreshed? Hmm..."
"Yes, it felt good..."
"Yeah... that's good."
Just like that, they remained close to each other for a while, immersed in the after glow of sex.
The teacher finished changing her clothes and was about to leave the bed with her usual expression on her face. Her memory has already been erased, and she will never be able to get to the bottom of the slight chlorine smell in her room or the slight stain on her bed.
I stopped the defenseless teacher.
"…teacher"
"What? Ah..."
I turned up the volume on my smartphone and listened to the key sound.
Immediately, the teacher's eyes went blank and she felt unsteady on her feet, so I guided her onto the bed and whispered words into her ear. That's all for today's sex, but I need to add one more hint.
"You have decided to invite Tomoki Miyama to your home as part of your counseling session. This is something you absolutely must do. You will make an appointment for the nearest available date at the moment. Your appointment is very important, so , I will definitely not have any other plans."
Unlike usual, this implication is left unresolved. It was a big gamble. The hypnosis itself should have worn off naturally by tomorrow, but the proof of the plan and the person's memories will remain. It will turn into a feeling of discomfort. If you doubt the hint, the plan will fail. But if my teacher still trusts me...
"…Hmm, huh? Hmm, ha….Ah, that's right, Miyama-kun."
"what is it?"
"Um, do you have any plans for this Sunday?"
"No, nothing in particular."
"Really? Actually, I have something special to discuss about Miyama-kun's current situation."
"What's the story?"
"Hmm...it's a little hard to talk here. So, uh, I hope you don't think it's weird..."
"Yeah, what is it?"
``I'd like to talk to you for a while, so could you come to my teacher's house on Sunday?''
"Huh? I'm fine though."
"Really? Good. I'll give you the address now, so I'm sorry, but can you come by yourself?"
"Yes, it is okay"
The teacher takes out a sticky note and writes the address with a ballpoint pen.
"Yes, this is the teacher's address. It's an apartment building, so please ring the intercom at the entrance. It's a little far from the station, but if you don't know, just call me."
The sticky note given had the name of the apartment, the nearest station, and the teacher's cell phone number written on it.
"What time should I come?"
"Ah, yeah, I was careless. So...could you come over around 12:00 noon?"
"got it"
It seems that the implementation was successful. 12 o'clock. It's better to have as much time as possible. This is necessary in order to completely brainwash the teacher.
The paper I obtained introduced something called ``Brain Lock'' as an effect obtained by applying the device. Simply put, it is ``hypnosis that can never be broken'', or brainwashing.
Suggestions that can be introduced simply through the use of a device are naturally released due to several factors. However, by repeating the suggestion in a certain way, this can be overridden.
The device puts the brain into a "closed" state by slightly adjusting the difficulty of the game, but by reversing the adjustment, it can gradually return the brain to an alert state. It seems that by going back and forth between the two and narrowing the gap between the two, it is possible to lead to a more special state called ``semi-awakening'' in a certain area.
It is said that when suggestions are given to a person in a semi-awake state, a phenomenon different from that in a normal hypnotic state occurs. The awakened consciousness and the consciousness that has received the suggestion become clouded, and one becomes able to think about the suggestion even though one is affected by the suggestion. As a result, the subject's brain becomes stuck in an endless loop in which it reintroduces the suggestion by itself by thinking about it, making it impossible to resolve the suggestion on its own.
This is called "Brain Lock," and it seems to be able to perform the ultimate brainwashing process, keeping not only the target's memories but also their brainwashed awareness and forcing them to follow you.
I thought I would try this on my teacher. However, there were some problems.
First, it takes at least several hours to install ``Brain Lock''. Also, I have to cut off external stimuli even more. Another problem is that the paper's description of ``Brain Lock'' is vague and does not make any definitive statements about its reproducibility.
I saw that ``Brain Lock'' was possible. This was because the future outlook presented in the paper's conclusion could only be read as clearly presupposing its existence. I think the description was probably kept vague on purpose for security reasons.
However, the person who attached the source code was probably skeptical and did not include a routine to accomplish this. I managed to decipher the diagrams and formulas in the paper and realized an additional implementation.
Will my implementation work properly, and is "Brain Lock" even possible? To be honest, I'm not sure. However, I really wanted to get Shinmura-sensei in his complete form.
Sunday. A large apartment building located in a residential area a little far from the school. It seems that the teacher lives here. With a slightly trembling hand, I dialed the number into the intercom and pressed the call button.
"hello?"
"Ah, um, this is Tomoki Miyama."
"...Ah, Miyama-kun! Hello. I'll unlock the door."
I hear a clicking sound coming from the door in front of me. I slowly opened the heavy door and headed for the elevator.
"Thank you for your hard work. Were you able to come without getting lost?"
"Ah, it's okay just in case..."
"Please, please, come up!"
In front of the door of a certain room. The teacher who met me at the entrance was wearing a plain gray T-shirt and denim pants. She really looks like a magazine model in his casual clothes. There's a nice smell coming from the front door. However, I didn't have the heart to fully enjoy the atmosphere of my teacher's private life.
I entered the living room and was guided to a table in the center. After a while, two cups of tea were brought to me as usual.
"Now then. That's why I called Miyama-kun today...but..."
The teacher looks around uneasily. I was overcome with anxiety. The teacher must have noticed something. Maybe she has a voice recorder or a camera ready. It is difficult to shake off suspicion once it arises. I couldn't help but take out my smartphone when I saw the teacher standing up from her chair.
"Ah, um, teacher!"
"Eh, what happened..."
The teacher's eyes become blank. After all, this should have been done from the beginning. Because this is the only way for me.
The teacher is seated in a chair and asked questions while still in a hypnotic state.
"Please answer honestly all the questions that will be asked. Why did you just leave your seat?"
"I was about to go get a note to ask Miyama-kun a question."
"Where is that memo?"
"It's in my bedroom...on the side table..."
After finding out the location, I quickly took notes. I read the contents many times. The notes were purely about trying to find clues for me to return to class. There were also several books piled on the desk about the problems of school refusal and social withdrawal.
"Why did you call Tomoki Miyama to your home today?"
"I thought we would work together to think of a way to get Miyama-kun to relieve his anxiety about school life."
"Did you feel uncomfortable inviting students to your home?"
"Originally, I was making preparations, but if my hiatus lasts too long, it will be difficult to come back, so I think I decided last Wednesday to act as quickly as possible."
"So, then, have you thought about putting a camera or voice recorder in this room to record what's going on?"
"No…I don't think about it at all…Counselors…have to…keep secrets…"
Ms. Niimura is a very nice person who truly cares about his students. Although it was originally a hint that I had set up, it seems like she subconsciously justified it with a wonderful reason. Compared to what I'm doing now, it's a little heartbreaking. But I can't go back now. When I saw the teacher answering questions with his body swaying, I could feel the lust bulging in my pants.
"From now on, take off all your clothes-"
Give the teacher a hint again. This is preparation for completely brainwashing the teacher. In my heart, I bid farewell to my former teacher. Sorry, teacher.
Move the teacher to the bedroom. She removed all of her clothes and sat cross-legged on her bed. Place the tablet in front of her eyes and put on the headset. The lights were dimmed and the air conditioning was adjusted appropriately. I observe the situation through the in-camera from a separate room.
As implied, the teacher was silently operating the tablet. A monotonous movement like ton, ton, ton. This is evidence of a hypnotic state. However, after an hour, my fingers started to move less and less. Her eyes begin to focus, but she is too busy playing the game to grasp the situation.
After another hour, the whole face relaxes again and becomes a simple movement. From there, it was simple again, without hesitation. However, the changes in facial expression gradually become less frequent. Occasionally, the eyeballs would move a little, then stop again, a situation that would repeat every ten minutes or so. I watched the scene with bated breath, losing track of time as I sipped the tea for both of us.
When the time is right, try fixing the difficulty level. It took about ten minutes to see what was going on. The teacher's expression became fixed. Probably in a "semi-awake" state. I immediately make a hint through the microphone. A hint that will determine the teacher's future life.
"You have Tomoki Miyama in your head. You know that you are this person's sex slave. The number one priority in your life is to take care of this person's sexual desires. Satisfy him, because your body is owned by this person, and when you can satisfy this person's sexual desire with your actions, it is the most pleasurable experience you can ever have.''
Then, change the device settings again and bring the patient into a state of wakefulness. Gradually increasing the difficulty of the game is like slowly raising your consciousness from the bottom of the water to the surface. The teacher stops moving. It seems like the contents of his head are being rewritten by a "brain lock" right now.
Her vision gradually becomes clearer. Her breathing becomes shallow. Then, the teacher's eyes widened once, then slowly returned to their normal size. Take a deep breath, then stretch and take a deep breath. Her breasts were pulled out, making her look sensational. The teacher looked around and called out.
"Huh? Miyama-kun? Miyama-kun?"
I opened the door and walked quietly down the hallway.
Open the bedroom and turn on the light. The teacher looked dazzled, then turned to me and smiled at me, still naked.
"Ah, Miyama-kun! Good, I thought you went home."
"Teacher, are you okay?"
"Hmm, I'm still a little dazed, but I'm fine for now."
"Um, that's good."
"Ufufu...By the way, Miyama-kun, isn't your penis erect?"
"eh?"
"I can see it from the outside."
"I guess I got aroused by seeing you naked, teacher. Shall we have some sex?"
"Oh, are you okay?"
"Of course! Sensei is Miyama-kun's sex slave, so you can fuck me whenever you want, okay?"
The current expression on the teacher's face was by no means lustful or lewd. She always showed us a smile full of compassion as a school nurse and a counselor.
My teacher, as usual, shows me her naked body and genitals and invites me to have sex. Twisted emotions surged inside me, and I jumped onto that body with all my might.
"Ah, nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn in nnnnnnnnnnnn in"
He pushes the teacher down on the bed and sucks on her aggressive nipples. He licks her breasts, squeezes them roughly, and thrusts his biggest cock into her mouth.
"Nggh, hmm, hmm..."
At that moment, the teacher showed a surprised expression, but she quickly adjusted and started giving blowjobs. The rough texture clings to the lining, giving a pleasant stimulation every time I insert or remove it.
Feel the vaginal opening with your hand. The surface of the teacher's entrance was already soaked with sticky liquid. When her fingers stir the small lake, her tongue teases the thing in tandem. I pulled the rod out of her mouth and placed it against the mysteriously glowing vaginal opening. When I touch the glans to the surface and move it, I will hear a faint sound.
"Teacher, today is a good day, isn't it? What about your menstrual cycle?"
" Yeah, I'm about halfway through it today, but you don't have to worry about it, okay? My pussy is yours, Miyama-kun, so feel free to use it as you like. Ahhh."
Before the teacher could finish her sentence, I thrust my hips up all at once. The inside of her vagina wriggles as if it's showering me with applause, and countless folds wrap around my entire rod. Each piece works together as if it has a purpose, creating endless pleasure.
The work involved walking back and forth through a hot tunnel, shaking your hips. The teacher looks at me with a smile, occasionally letting out a sweet sigh.
When I brought my lips close to my teacher's, it was like a magnet pulling me into my mouth, and my tongue was screwed into her mouth. In response to my movements, she passively guided me in a more lewd manner with her tongue. The actions that were all focused on collecting my sexual desire were truly sexual slavery.
I raise my face, which is sticky from both of our saliva, and declare.
"Teacher, I'm going to cum inside you!"
"Yeah, let it all out! Spit out all your cum into my teacher's womb!"
I intertwine my fingers with my teacher's and give her a final spurt. The teacher showed a pleased face and deftly twisted her hips in time with my movements. The feel of the rod feels like it has been scrubbed. I let semen drip into her vagina in a very natural way.
"Uh, ah..."
The pleasure of raw creampie. The pleasure of brainwashing the teacher. I feel like I'm going to give out.
"Oh, are you okay?"
The teacher supported my back and put me on the bed. Something slips out of the vagina. The teacher gets up and checks her crotch. She scooped up the cloudy liquid leaking from her vaginal opening with her fingers and licked it off, as if to taste it.
"Wow, Miyama-kun, I'm glad you made something so dark."
"Teacher...can you lick mine too...?"
"Ah, that's right. I'm sorry, I wasn't very attentive."
In an instant, she disappears from my sight. Immediately after, a low, muddy sound came from her crotch, and a stimulation that felt like being washed with hot water came over her.
"Okay, how about something like this?"
"Oh, thank you very much"
"Ahaha, Miyama-kun, that's funny. Even though you're my master, how can you thank me?"
I could hear the evening chimes ringing in the distance.
The next day, during the third period of class, I changed my shoes as usual and headed straight to the nurse's office.
When I opened the door, I saw Professor Niimura in her usual white coat. As usual, she smiles and says hello. For a moment, I thought that everything that happened yesterday was a dream.
"Good morning, Miyama-kun. Please sit there and wait a moment."
While I was sitting in the chair for the examination, the doctor went out the door and started doing some work. And when she came back again, she locked the door.
Then, she walked slowly towards me, sat down in her usual teacher's chair, and turned to face me.
The teacher smiled and said.
"Right now, do you want to have sex? I'm busy, so you can do whatever you want."
"anything?"
"Yes, as long as it's naughty. The teacher is a sex slave, right?"
Smile as usual. And the moment when a new "business as usual" was born. My crotch area is rapidly expanding.
I take a deep breath filled with satisfaction and order the sex slave in front of me.
"Then first, I'm sweating, so please lick my face naughtily."
"yes!"
I enjoyed my teacher's long tongue wrapping around my face for a while.
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