== Console ==
❯ Active Routine: Sensory Sync
>>> Target: Sugar
>>> Goal: Prime Physical Arousal Without Awareness
>>> Method: Suggestive Loop + Emotional Masking
== // ==
Ethics: Absolutely, irreparably gone.
She shifted under the blanket.Soft whimper.No dream this time—just the tension of a bratty body fighting a feeling she didn't understand.
I leaned over, watching her. Not like a predator.Like a scientist observing his first miracle.
Her lips parted slightly.
Her thighs squeezed.
Breathing: elevated.
== Console ==
[System Notification: Subconscious Heat Detected]
Activate?
➤ Emotional Lure
➤ Suggestive Stimulus
➤ Lust Induction (Safe Mode)
== // ==
▷ Ethan.exe: "Yeah. Run it."
I knelt beside her beanbag. My voice low, warm—almost sleepy:
"Sugar... can you hear me?"
A slow blink. That confused puppy gaze."…Y-yeah?"
"You're still dreaming, okay? Just a lucid dream."
She nodded groggily, halfway between REM and reality.
Perfect.
"You feel safe?"
"Mhm."
"And warm?"
"Yeah…"
[Insert Trigger Phrase: "So warm it tingles…"]
[Effect: Induce arousal masked as comfort]
[Confirmation: Twitch detected in lower abdomen]
Her legs shifted again. Her face flushed.
"You feel that warmth, don't you? Right there… between your legs. Like something soft and sweet bubbling inside you."
"…mhm…"
"It's okay. That's what happens when you're with someone who makes you feel this safe. That's what your body does when it trusts someone this much."
I watched her hips flex subtly, almost involuntarily. Breathing hitched.
== Console ==
[Desire Level: 34%]
[Cognitive Dissonance: Neutralized by 'Dream State' Flag]
== // ==
"Stepbro…" she mumbled, biting her lip.
Damn, she said it like an anime girl begging for punishment.
"Yes, Sugar?"
"Why… why does my chest feel all… tingly too?"
Bingo.
"That's because your whole body is syncing to me," I whispered. "Your breath. Your heartbeat. Your desire. It's all… mine now."
Her hand brushed her stomach. Just grazing… but close.
== Console ==
[Red Zone Trigger Imminent][Suggestive Curiosity Activated]
🛑 Push harder?✅ Yes❌ Retreat to safety
== // ==
🔘 Ethan: "Let's see how far the rabbit hole goes…"
"You're so relaxed now… every sound I make feels good, doesn't it?"
She nodded. A bit too fast.
"Your body gets lighter with every word I say… and that little heat inside you?""Mhm…""It's okay to enjoy it. It's okay to want more. In this dream, everything I say feels right."
Her thighs squeezed again. That subconscious grind. She was trying to fight it. But her hips didn't lie. Her body was already craving command.
== Console ==
[ Arousal Level: 61% ][ Consciousness Level: 43% ]
== // ==
"Sugar…""…yeah?"
"In this dream, you can touch that warm place. If it helps you relax."
Her eyes opened halfway. Fingers twitching at her waistband.The tiniest hesitation.
One nudge from me…
And then—
Knock knock.
My blood froze.
Her eyes snapped open, guilt flooding her brain in milliseconds.
"Wh-wha—!? I-I wasn't—!!" she blurted, scrambling upright like she'd been caught cheating on a test in church.
== Console ==
[ Emergency Override: Abort Arousal Routine ][ Loop Saved: Ready to Resume Later ]
== // ==
"It's fine," I said, playing cool. "Just sleepwalking, remember?"
She blinked. Confused. Ashamed. But part of her brain still clung to that "dream" logic.
"…Y-yeah. Must've been a weird dream…"
== Console ==
[ Impression Left: "Ethan makes me feel good... dangerously good." ][ Subconscious Bond Strengthened ][ Desire Trigger Installed: "Safe + Warm = Arousal" ]
== // ==
As she curled back under the blanket, pink in the face and breathing uneven, I turned back to my laptop, grinning.
One slip. That's all it takes.
I didn't rush her. No need. She'd wake up soaked in her own confusion. Hungry. Haunted.
And next time?
She'll ask me to finish the dream.
----
The next morning I woke up early and opened up my interface. It's time for some real hypnosis fun.
❯ Sugar: Status – Booting up
❯ Memory Sync – Fragmented
❯ Emotion: Overheated
❯ Condition: Soaked, embarrassed, lowkey horny
The sunlight stabbed through the blinds like a thousand judgmental needles.
Sugar groaned and rolled over, only to freeze mid-motion.
Wet.
Not just sweaty-wet.
That other kind of wet.
The kind that makes you stare at the ceiling for five minutes wondering if you dreamt of a wet sauna or your stepbro's voice whispering about how warm your body feels.
She sat up, cheeks burning, blanket clutched to her chest like it could hide her shame.
"Wh-what the hell…" she whispered, glancing toward my side of the room.
Empty.
But my laptop was open, humming. And a fresh mug of coffee was on my desk.
Of course I was up before her.
Of course I'd left her alone in the chaos of her soaked underwear and guilty thoughts.
"Dream, right? Just a dream. Just a–nnnhh…"
Her thighs clenched involuntarily as a tiny jolt ran up her spine.
No. That wasn't normal.
That was something else.
[Ethan: Watching silently from the kitchen door. Smirking.]
"Morning, sleepyhead," I called out casually, like I hadn't turned her subconscious into a twitching sponge eight hours ago.
She jumped. Literally jumped.
"Oh my GOD—how long have you been standing there!?"
I sipped my coffee. "Long enough to see you wrestle your guilt blanket like it owes you money."
"Shut up! I just… had a weird dream."
"Oh? About what?"
"N-Nothing! Just… weird. And warm. And confusing. And—UGH."
She turned away, but I walked in, set the coffee down, and sat right beside her on the beanbag. No shame. No gap.
She stiffened.
I leaned close, voice a low hum in her ear:
"You don't have to lie, y'know. Some dreams… feel too real to ignore."
Her breath hitched.
"You were talking in your sleep," I added.
"I—was not!"
"'Mmm, Ethan… it's so warm…'" I teased in a whisper. "That ring a bell?"
She shrieked, pulling the blanket over her head like a turtle committing emotional sudoku.
[Target: Sugar]
[Status: Humiliation + Desire Loop]
[Desire: 73%]
[Resistance: Cracked]
I placed my hand lightly on her blanket-covered thigh.
Not a grab. Not overt.
Just a rest.
"Your body felt good last night, didn't it?"
No answer.
Just trembling.
"So warm. So soft. So… needy."
"Stop…" came the muffled squeak.
"You want me to stop, or you're scared I'll keep going?"
"…B-both."
Now we're in the sweet spot.
I lifted the blanket slowly, revealing her blushing face, pouty lips, and wild morning hair. Her eyes were glassy.
"Sugar," I said softly, "you're not dreaming now. But your body's still confused, isn't it?"
She nodded, biting her lip. Almost involuntarily, her legs pressed together.
[Execute: Touch Trigger]
[Action: Finger along the inside of her thigh, above the knee]
She gasped, then slapped her hand over her mouth.
"You're still wet, aren't you?" I asked.
Her silence was answer enough.
"It's okay. I'll help you… if you ask nicely."
She looked like her entire brain just bluescreened. Face red, heart pounding, voice caught between defiance and surrender.
"…help me how?"
"I can take away the confusion," I whispered. "Make you feel good. Make the ache go away."
"All you have to do is say it."
Her breath quivered. Her hands fisted the blanket.
"…I-I don't know what's happening to me…"
"You're syncing," I said. "Your body's syncing with mine. It wants to obey. To feel."
She shut her eyes.
"…do it," she mumbled. "Just… just don't stop halfway again."
I grinned.
Command Accepted.
Step 1: Touch her over the soaked panties. Slow. Gentle. Tease, don't conquer.
Step 2: Whisper praise. She needs emotional confusion to feed the pleasure.
Step 3: When she moans your name for the first time — lock the trigger phrase.
And just like that…
The brat was breaking.
Not from force.
Not from dominance.
But from gentle, wicked kindness…
…and the kind of pleasure that rewires trust into obedience.