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After successfully completing my first hypnosis experiment, I then proceeded with even bolder experiments.

First, my targets were the middle-aged men drinking at the outdoor pub nearby after finishing work at the local factory.

One might ask why I would hypnotize these men instead of women, but being able to hypnotize men was also a very important factor.

That way, I wouldn’t accidentally get stabbed trying to pursue someone else’s woman.

Anyway, perhaps it was because these men were already completely drunk. They were easily hypnotized, and when I asked them to tell me their secrets, they told me everything, from what they’d done with other men’s wives to where their hidden emergency funds were.

Most of them revealed all their secrets before I even used the second hypnosis.

After experimenting with ten drunken individuals, next were the sober middle-aged men.

I approached a man smoking a cigarette, using the excuse of asking for a light (I’d acquired the cigarette through hypnosis), and, under the pretext of showing him something amazing in return for the light, I cast hypnosis.

I learned that sober people had much stronger guards against revealing their secrets than drunk people.

Furthermore, I could easily uncover the secrets of generally rude-looking men, whereas it was difficult to learn the secrets of those who appeared kind.

Perhaps, as I had thought while taking Auntie Yumiko, the level of their mental guard varied depending on their mental strength and the depth of their secrets.

After finishing my experiments on the middle-aged men, the next targets were the neighborhood children.

Well, it wasn’t because I had any sinister intentions towards children. Most of my hypnosis experiments had been on adults, so I wondered how children would react.

The result of me hypnotizing the neighborhood children was as follows:

“Can you hear me?”

“Yes…”

Hmm… What’s the difference?

There didn’t seem to be much difference from adults when casting hypnosis.

Of course, there were some differences.

“Do you have a secret you can never tell anyone else?”

“…Last time, I secretly hid the change Mom told me to get…”

How should I describe the children’s secrets? The barrier was very low.

When I asked for their secrets, nine out of ten simply told me.

The remaining one also had all their secrets easily unlocked after two hypnosis attempts.

Notably, the one who didn’t reveal their secret was the most mature-looking among those kids.

In other words, the more mentally mature someone was, the stronger their guard against hypnosis.

‘That was a very meaningful experiment.’

Having gained quite useful information, I was on my way home with a beaming smile.

“Sniff… sniff…”

That was when I heard a strange sobbing sound as I passed by a nearby playground.

‘A woman’s sobbing?’

It was a bit far, so I wasn’t certain, but it was definitely a woman’s voice.

Curiosity piqued by the crying sound, I stealthily glanced at the playground and spotted someone crying on the swings.

The person sobbing on the swings was a woman, presumably a college student, with a large hooded zip-up pulled over her head.

Even though her upper body was covered, her smooth legs below clearly belonged to a woman.

Upon seeing the crying woman, I had two options.

The first was to simply go home as I was and eat the warm meal my mother would prepare.

The second was to approach that woman and ask what was wrong. And as a bonus, taste that woman’s pussy.

Although I wanted to rest a bit after walking around so much today, honestly, my mind and my lower body were urging me to choose the second option, so I chose the second option.

Thump. Thump.

I confidently walked towards the swings and, to the woman who was bawling, I took out a tissue from my spatial pocket and said,

“Excuse me.”

“Sniff… sniff… Yes?”

“Stop bawling and use this.”

As I handed her the tissue and spoke, the crying woman vehemently refused, as if apologetic, saying she couldn’t.

“Oh. No. I couldn’t…”

I roughly grasped her personality from her stammering, pathetic-looking refusal, and forcefully pressed the tissue into her hand, saying,

“Ah! Just take it!”

This woman’s type was what’s commonly called a weak-willed woman.

In other words, if you forcefully pretend to be angry and hand her something…

“Ah, I understand. Please don’t be angry…”

See? It’s this easy to give it to her. Quite simple, isn’t it?

While I was mentally channeling Bob Ross, the woman wiped her tears with the tissue, blew her nose, and then spoke.

“I, I’m so sorry… for showing you such a pathetic sight…”

At her words, I said nonchalantly,

“No, it’s fine. Anyone can cry a little on the swings.”

However, perhaps my nonchalant attitude made her even more embarrassed, as her face turned crimson and she said,

“…I, I’m truly sorry. I’ll be more careful next time…”

I reassured her again that it was fine, then asked,

“So, why were you crying?”

At my question, she hesitated, her face indecisive, and seemed reluctant to speak.

Okay. I could understand up to this point. After that, I tried to continue the conversation, but she just kept stammering and didn’t say anything.

Her indecisive attitude really pissed me off, so I finally resolved myself.

‘I’ll just do it my way.’

Having made up my mind, I immediately took out my trump card (a coin) from my spatial pocket and said to her,

“Excuse me, could you possibly look at this for a moment?”

At my words, perhaps knowing she was in the wrong, she looked at my coin without a word, and in just a few seconds, her eyes became hazy.

Hypnosis that should have taken at least 10 seconds succeeded in just a few, surprising me for a moment.

I asked her what I was most curious about.

“Your name, age, and occupation?”

“My name is Kobayashi Honoka… I am 20 years old, a college student…”

That I had to find out such a simple thing through hypnosis was truly annoying.

‘It would have been so much easier if she just told me a few words. What a bother.’

Thinking that to myself, I continued to question Honoka.

“Why were you crying here?”

“Because I can’t adapt to college life…”

Crying because she couldn’t adapt to college life…

She’s crying over something like that?

Honestly, I couldn’t understand it.

No one is bothering her at college, right?

So why cry over that?

It wasn’t that I was a psychopath or anything; it was because I’d never been to college that I genuinely couldn’t understand.

So I asked again,

“Why can’t you adapt to college life?”

Fortunately, the answer to this question was easy to understand.

“Because I’m too gloomy, I stammer, and my style is bad, the kids in my department avoid me…”

Hearing that, I immediately understood why that was the case.

Well, as for her style…

‘Greasy, long straight hair, square-rimmed glasses, freckles on her face, and clothes that look like they were bought for 1,000 yen at some market.’

No more needs to be said beyond this.

‘She stammers so much when she speaks. It would be weird if anyone liked her.’

Honestly, even I felt frustrated to death just talking to her.

But apart from that, it was also true that I felt a little pity for her. And also.

‘Hmm… Now that I think about it. I haven’t experimented with command compliance yet, have I?’

There was still something I wanted to test.

If the hypnosis involved content that would apply for a long time, I wanted to test if it would remain in effect even after the hypnosis ended.

‘Then, since I’m at it, should I do something good?’

After a moment of thought, with the idea of doing something good, I decided to cast a hypnosis that would last as long as possible and allow the subject to change.

[Honoka will think of the man in front of her as her boyfriend. Honoka, you truly love your boyfriend, so you must grant him whatever he desires.]

[Because you don’t want your boyfriend to dislike you, you will begin to learn how to dress and how to groom yourself.]

[You want to talk with your boyfriend as much as possible. To do so, you will try to fix your stammering habit.]

After casting these three hypnotisms, the moment Honoka snapped out of it, the way she looked at me changed.

Just moments ago, her gaze was that of a stranger, but now it was the look of someone gazing at their beloved.

Receiving Honoka’s loving gaze, I nonchalantly began to act like a lover.

“Honoka. Are you alright? You seem completely out of it today.”

At my words, Honoka’s face showed surprise, she hesitated for a moment, then quickly said to me,

“I, I’m sorry, Takuya… Strangely, today I’m a little… Yeah. That’s right. I can’t concentrate…”

As she spoke, she deeply bowed her head as if apologizing to me.

‘Hmm. The hypnosis seems to be working well.’

There was no other resistance or anything strange about her, so it seemed the hypnosis had taken quite effectively.

Moreover, if I looked closely, Honoka was now feeling embarrassed by her current appearance.

Given how well the hypnosis seemed to be working, if I left her like this, she would gradually start to change.

‘Then, I should probably get some reward, right?’

Originally, I hadn’t planned on getting anything, but after seeing her plain appearance before hypnotizing her, I wanted some reward.

“So, can I go to your place today, Honoka?”

At my question, Honoka replied with a flustered expression.

“Huh, huh? My place? Well, I live alone, so you can come, but…”

“Really? Then let’s go right away.”

“Ah, uh-huh…”

And so, I headed towards Honoka’s apartment.