Pink Hypnosis 소설 & 이야기

Her minted breath awakened Zephaniah from the trance-like effect of her eyes. Blinking rapidly, she clenched her fist. She made sure her nails would dig deeper into her palm, just so she wouldn’t succumb to her hypnosis yet again. It was then that she realized that she wasn’t able to see her whole face. She only noticed her eyes. “What should I do?” Zephaniah made sure to emphasize her words. It’s an attempt to put an end to Henmulga’s arrogance.

“Impossible! Then what about when she slept with another man who had her husband's face? Isn't the wife being tricked with magic like hypnosis?” “What is hypnosis, Your Highness? That’s the first time I heard that word.” Elysian face look troubled. He became restless. “Ah! Are there no hypnosis in this world?” Fuschia drummed the table, “Hypnosis is a kind of magic to manipulate human brain. So the victim always obeys when they asked to do something. Like being controlled. Like being a puppet. That's why the wife feels that she slept with her husband even when she isn't.”

After the doctor injected the tranquilizer, Serena slipped back into unconsciousness. Nathan looked over at Blair, full of confusion, "What happened to Madam?" Blair relights a cigarette with an anxious frown, "Do you know about hypnosis?" Nathan doesn't say anything, of course he knows about this one, the top international hypnotist, it is said that he can directly hypnotize a person's memory.

When she has already suffered enough, he would still have to bring her back home. However, it would also be very troublesome to bring her back. How could he possibly make her shut up without talking any nonsense at all? Through hypnosis? That would not be reliable at all! After all, the side effect of hypnosis was that once the person started to follow his psychological cues, that person would lose their own consciousness momentarily.

like, "fuck me." Sabrina lay down on her bed, released the day's tension through her mouth and sank into the babble filling her mind. Two seconds later her finger was slipping along the seam of her crease. The hypnotist's instructions were to jill, right up to the edge, but to hold off orgasm as long as possible. In the last week and a half, that'd become friggin' hard. She hadn't even touched it and her love buzzer was throbbing with need.