Midnight Suggestion

On the night of the celebration, Serina sat on a chair in the Main Chamber of the Rose Palace, putting Mirabilis into a hypnotic state. Wearing a tunic dyed a soft yellow like camel’s hair, the newly-made Princess knelt demurely before her lady-in-waiting.

Her features were neatly arranged, and the contours of her body were delicately slender. Her eyes, brimming with a deep emerald light that seemed ready to spill out, lost focus and sank into the depths of her consciousness. Serina felt a strange thrill, but she sweated inwardly, trying to make her voice sound nonchalant.

“You behaved well during the day today.”

“It’s all thanks to you, Onee-nim…”

Serina nodded, continuing to speak.

“Then today, I’ll teach you the etiquette you must observe as my possession.”

“Etiquette… observance…”

The mind affects the body, but the body also affects the mind. Therefore, kings and nobles established difficult etiquette and protocols to enforce a kind of ‘promise.’ And such ‘etiquette’ was also necessary between herself and Mirabilis.

“From now on, when you greet me, express gratitude, or apologize, you must kneel and bow.”

“…Yes.”

Even to her beloved Onee-nim, the command to kneel and bow was not easily accepted, as her reply was slightly delayed. Serina thought she couldn’t let this slide.

“I won’t get angry, so tell me the truth. Do you dislike bowing to me?”

Even in the daze of hypnosis, Mirabilis hesitated, worried that Serina might get angry. But the hesitation didn’t last long.

“Yes… I really like Onee-nim… and you’re my master now too… but… still…”

Serina moved closer to Mirabilis and pressed her forehead against hers.

“Yes, I understand. It’s okay. But you bowed to me yesterday too, right? You need to get used to it like that in the future… understood?”

“Yes…”

Eventually, Mirabilis nodded in agreement and slowly lowered her forehead to the ground. Her waist curved gracefully. Her long, lustrous hair fell to the floor, shimmering like twilight reeds in the yellow candlelight.

“Onee-nim… thank you… for helping me… in many ways… today…”

Serina was inwardly moved. To receive such a bow from the Princess, who had such a bad temper when they first met, now a Princess, and in her own palace, felt like a dream.

Under hypnosis, calling her ‘Onee-nim,’ swearing allegiance, pleasuring herself before her eyes, sharing bodies, confessing love, and finally, establishing a master-servant relationship and bowing. It wasn’t complete subjugation yet, but Serina realized the unbelievable twist compared to the beginning. She felt dizzy and breathless, and put her hand to her head.

‘Whatever happens, I will never let you go. I can’t allow you to escape from my grasp.’

As Mirabilis slowly raised her head, Serina slowly pushed the tip of her foot forward. A white, clean, and slender bare foot. To Mirabilis, it seemed to suddenly appear from beyond the distant consciousness.

“Could you lick it?”

The moment these words came out, the Princess visibly flinched. She didn’t answer. But the unwillingness was conveyed through the fog of hypnotic magic to the far reaches of her consciousness.

“Is that… an order…?”

“No.”

Serina answered sharply. Mirabilis had acknowledged a master-servant relationship with Serina, but its depth was still shallow. Serina also knew that she couldn’t force unreasonable commands. Therefore, she had to make Mirabilis somehow agree on her own, rather than coercing her.

“It’s not an order, it’s a request. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I won’t mind at all if you don’t.”

Serina lowered her tone slightly and opened her mouth as if whispering. Mirabilis knelt, focusing on what she was saying.

“But… if you do that for me… I’ll be really happy… because it means you’ve gotten closer to me…”

As Serina finished speaking, a deep silence settled into the Main Chamber. The sound of the wind passing by the window broke the stillness, and the candlelight flickered, dripping wax like tears. Mirabilis’s shadow was cast on the wall, swaying.

She didn’t want to. No matter how much she liked Onee-nim, even if she was her ‘master,’ licking her foot felt excessive. Although her consciousness floated in a hazy, dreamlike world due to hypnosis, these feelings didn’t disappear. But another feeling, the desire not to be disliked by Serina, prevented her from refusing outright. In the tense balance of these two emotions, Mirabilis had no choice but to choose silence.

“I understand.”

Just as Serina was about to move her leg, looking dejected.

“…I’ll do it.”

The Princess muttered under her breath, but her voice vividly echoed through the thick darkness that covered the Main Chamber. The suggestion that she had to endure even things she disliked to get closer to Serina subtly added weight to one side of Mirabilis’s emotional scales. Like a tilting balance, Mirabilis slowly placed her hands on the floor and bowed her head again. She parted her lips, red as a summer rose, and extended her crimson tongue, lightly touching the back of Serina’s foot.

The Princess, who had become her younger sister, slowly licked like a kitten. Serina was swept away by a chilling thrill with every touch of his tongue on the back of her foot. Each time the moist tongue brushed against her instep, a fiery pleasure burned through her bones, and a strange sensuality seemed to stir her mind.

Mirabilis’s breath was warm, uncharacteristic of a winter night. The languid breath seemed to wrap around her foot. Her tongue brushed, caressed, and stroked her instep and toes.

Pleasure gradually seeped into Mirabilis’s movements. At first, she clearly didn’t want to, but as she actually did it, a tingling pleasure spread through her lower body. She didn’t want to admit it. But beyond disliking it, the sense of accomplishment of getting closer to Onee-nim and the wicked heat mixed together, and her whole body seemed to melt languidly. Without Mirabilis herself realizing it, lust intertwined with affection soaked into her saliva and stained Serina’s foot. Sweat gradually seeped from her body, making it damp.

“That’s enough now.”

As Serina spoke, Mirabilis raised her head again. Her face was slightly relaxed, intoxicated with a strange pleasure. Serina also got off the chair, knelt on the floor, and hugged Mirabilis silently. In her arms, the Princess’s facial expression softened even more, and a bright look settled on her face.

Serina sat back in her chair and slowly brought out the suggestions she had thought of in advance.

“From now on, in front of me, whether you pleasure yourself or share bodies, you can never taste the peak of pleasure without my permission. You must get my permission. When I’m not around, you must make a vow of loyalty to yourself. Because your body is now mine.”

Mirabilis nodded.

“Yes…”

She accepted this surprisingly readily. In fact, this suggestion was a humiliating one, that she couldn’t even enjoy pleasure as she pleased, but she didn’t seem to understand the meaning, or she seemed to think there was no big difference from what had been happening so far.

“And several times a day, repeat in your mind, ‘My body belongs to Serina-nim, my soul also belongs to Serina-nim.’ You don’t need to say it out loud.”

“Yes…”

Normally, she would be in a ‘fake’ state, but with this suggestion in place, Mirabilis would murmur those words unconsciously. She hoped that murmuring like this would strengthen her desire to be subjugated.

“From now on, wear black clothes often. Black is now the color that symbolizes me. Mirabilis, you can’t wear black clothes in the summer, and if you only wear black, people will find it strange, so you need to restrain yourself appropriately, but from now on, like and be close to black. And every time you wear black clothes, ‘fake’ you won’t know, but it’s as good as swearing allegiance to me.”

Mirabilis received Serina’s words intermittently.

“Ah… black… Onee-nim’s… symbol…”

As she imagined herself wearing black clothes and being adored by Serina, a faint smile appeared on the Princess’s lips. This suggestion was also accepted without any fuss, but it was a way to symbolically mark that she was under Serina’s influence even in her daily life.

“Regina Mirabilis Lencia de Luximia Vilendiensis. This is your formal title. In your heart, there is still a feeling that you are reluctant to hand over everything, your body and soul, to me, your Onee-nim.”

Mirabilis nodded. Her green eyes, hypnotized, lost focus and sparkled meaninglessly like glass beads. But her will was only blurred, not really gone. Serina had realized this while hypnotizing Mirabilis, but now she really wanted to bend her to Serina’s tastes.

“There will come a time when you truly, sincerely, without any fear or hesitation, want to entrust everything to me completely. You will truly want to be owned and dominated by me, and you will entrust everything, your body and soul, to me and want to become a doll. I don’t know when that time will come. But when that time comes…”

Serina really put the power of language into her words. The last preparation she had arranged. The last suggestion that she didn’t even know when it would be implemented, or even if it would ever be implemented. Mirabilis was still kneeling with glassy eyes, receiving the suggestion.

“When that time comes, I will give you a new name, a new title. A true name given by the master of your body and soul. The moment you accept that name, you will sincerely be subjugated to me and completely dedicate everything to me. There is no need to be afraid or sad.”

She was saying it herself, but it was terrible content. Her ears burned as she thought about the suggestion that exploited Mirabilis’s deep feelings. She gasped, squeezing out a breath.

“My complete possession, my complete part. Not a separate other from me, but you who have become one with me and are whole. Only then, Mirabilis, will you achieve complete union of soul with me and rejoice in endless joy.”

Absurd and nonsensical sophistry. She used the word ‘union,’ but in reality, it was a subjugation-intended, unequal contract structured entirely to Serina’s advantage. Mirabilis’s mind accepted the deceptive suggestion, which hid its intentions with verbose words, as fact. Serina finished the suggestion with a deep smile.

“And that name is…”

The day and night after Mirabilis became a Princess, the Rose Palace and the Chrysanthemum Palace were each filled with ceaseless machinations for their own desires.