Okay. So boom.
I wake up, hair messy, heart heavier than Vanessa's perfume budget, and I open HypoSync just to get a hit of that sweet, sweet dopamine. You know when you open Insta just to suffer? Yeah, same vibe.
Except this time, the app hits back.
== Console ==
target: Vanessa Vale š
status: Out of Range š“
location: Japan šÆšµ (Tokyo, Shibuya-ku)
sync-mode: DreamLink (LOCKED)
unlock requirement: 70,000 XP
== // ==
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JAPAN??Bro. She left the country without even a goodbye hug? No "stay out of my lingerie drawer"? Not even a passive-aggressive "Don't do anything weird, Ethan"?This woman. I swear.
Anyway. I was mad. But not just mad ā motivated. If this app wants 70K XP for Astral Sync, I'm about to grind like my mental health depends on it. Whichā¦ it kinda does.
So I slap on my hoodie, slide into my foam runners (the fake ones, let's not talk about it), and head out of Venera Mansion like a GTA NPC walking toward his next side quest.
The city's hot. Like concrete frying your dreams hot. I'm walking past this alley, phone still open, when the app pings.
== Console ==
potential target nearby
emotional resonance: high authority, low ego
shieldprofession: Law Enforcement šØ
sync difficulty: moderate
== // ==
I look up.And there she is.
Miss Officer 5'9, snatched waist, mirrored sunglasses, and boots that were made for breaking men's spirits.
Standing by her patrol bike, sipping iced coffee like she didn't just walk out of someone's "Uniform Kink" Pinterest board.And Iāā¦I felt the XP calling.
Now don't get it twisted. I wasn't out here trying to corrupt the forces of justice just for the plot.ā¦Okay maybe I was.But also, this was for Vanessa. My stepmom. My queen. My CEO. My obsession.She left me no choice. So I'm earning that Astral Sync one baddie at a time.
I pull out my phone and initiate a soft scan.
== Console ==
target: Unnamed Officer
šmood: mildly irritated
loop potential: high (fetish suppression detected)
trigger suggestion: "Are you the law?"
== // ==
So I walk up. Chill. Normal. Respectful citizen vibes.
"Hey, Officer. Quick question."
She turns, shades sliding down slightly, eyebrow cocked like she doesn't already get hit on seven times per shift.
"What is it, kid?"
I smile.Time to dance.
"ā¦Are you the law?"
Pause.Her lips twitch. Brain stutters.The phrase hits like a back-alley hypnosis bat to the frontal lobe.That's the thing with HypoSync ā it doesn't just hijack brains. It listens to them first. Then drops bombs.
== Console ==
trigger activated...
subject enteringĀ loop-compatible state...
injecting Protocol: "Justice Obeys Lust"
hook: Discipline-Lust Fusionvoice
modulation: ON
== // ==
Her eyes glaze just a little. Not zombie-glazed. Justā¦ soft. Submissive in 4K.
"Iā¦ I uphold the law," she mutters.
"No," I whisper back, leaning close enough to smell citrusy regret."You are the law. And the lawā¦ obeys me now."
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BOOM. Brain override.
She shudders. A flicker of breath catches in her throat. The app lights up like I just unlocked a hidden weapon skin.
== Console ==
XP gained: +3,600
current total: 3,600 / 70,000
protocol sync status: partial
command window OPEN for 2 minutes
== // ==
I had 120 seconds to rewrite this woman like she was a fanfic OC.Time to get creative.
"Tell me, Officer," I said, "what do you do when someone breaks the law?"
She straightened up like she was about to read me my rights.
"I punish them."
I stepped closer.
"What if I break the law?"
She hesitated. Eyes flickered.System reading showed her moral compass doing the dougie.
"Iā¦ punish you harder."
CHA-CHING.System flagged a loop point. I leaned in and whispered the trigger.
"Then punish me, Officer. I've been very, very bad."
== Console ==
new protocol embedded: "Discipline Loop: Submissive Authority Mode"
trigger locked: "Punish me, Officer"
loop duration: 24 hours (default)XP gained: +2,400 (combo bonus)
current XP: 6,000 / 70,000
== // ==
She blinked. Stepped back. Adjusted her collar like she just realized it was 45Ā°C and she's been fantasizing about handcuffing me in a motel for reasons not covered in police training.
"Move along, citizen," she said, voice tight, cheeks flushed.But she didn't walk away.She watched me go.
Every step I took, her eyes trailed me. HypoSync confirmed it:
== Console ==
target lingeringā¦ emotional focus:
Ethan Vale (82%)
secondary tag: "Forbidden Obedience" active
== // ==
Yeah. That's right.I walked away like an anime antihero who just corrupted the town's moral compass.
XP's stacking. Brain's buzzing.And Vanessa? You better start dreaming of me, baby.
Because next time I log inā¦I'm coming for your soul.
So anyway, I'm walking down this marble-ass sidewalk that looks like it got buffed by angels on commission, right? Still high off the XP from Officer Obey-Me and trying to act like I'm not shaking from dopamine withdrawal. HypoSync's quiet for now. No pings. No targets. Just me and my god complex getting some fresh air.
And I'm thinking about Sugar.
Yeah. Her.My tiny terror of a stepsis. The first one I ever hypnotized.
And yetā¦ not a single drop of XP from her.
You'd think turning a bratty bubble-tea demon into a clingy, obsessed fashion doll would net me at least something. But nah.
== Console ==
query: XP from Sugar Vale?response: NULL XP ā first target status exemptreason: System imprint required baseline bonding (calibration target)note: Hypnosis was executed under default sync mode. XP farm disabled.== // ==
Translation?She was my tutorial girl.The one you test the system on before the real raid bosses show up.Which, okay, fine. She's still cute. Still dangerous. Still trying to make out with me while binge-watching anime in my lap.But from an XP standpoint?She's a freaking tax write-off.
I sigh, shove my hands in my hoodie pocket, and keep walking past a row of designer boutiques with price tags that probably include commas.
And that's when I hear it.
Not a voice.Not a sound.A vibe.
The kind of presence that makes people stop breathing.Phone cameras up. Whispers swirling like perfume smoke.The sidewalk parts. Pedestrians freeze.And out stepsā¦
Her.
Lyra Kael.
The Lyra Kael.Actress. Supermodel. Award-winner. Probably cloned in a secret lab to perfection.
Long legs. Diamond earrings. Hair like obsidian ink pouring down her back. Sunglasses worth more than my soul. Body wrapped in some designer coat that screams "I have six stylists and none of them are under six figures."
She's just walking. Alone. No entourage. No guards. Like the street belongs to her.
And maybe it does.
I stop. Mid-stride.Even HypoSync goes silent, like it's starstruck too.
Then it blinks.
== Console ==
Target Detected: Lyra Kael š¬Threat Level: Ultra High (fame barrier + mental shielding)XP potential: 11,000+Desire spike: 94% repressedPublic override mode required== // ==
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Yeah. She's not a "flirt with her in a coffee shop" target. She's a celebrity fortress.Meaning?I need a strategy.
I fake-cough. Adjust my hoodie. Pretend I didn't just read her stats like a stalker with an app from hell.
Then I rememberā¦ I have a new toy.That sweet, sweet Officer Protocol I embedded earlier.
I pull up the submenu and switch my aura signature to "Authority Blend."Basically? It lets me project a confidence field like I'm someone important.Not visibly.Justā¦ vibe-wise.
== Console ==
Aura Shift: ActiveProfile: "Dominant Authority"Civilian impression rating: +48% power attraction== // ==
Lyra glances my way.Just for a second.But that's all I need.
Her gaze flickers.Eyes behind those designer lenses scan me like I'm the one on the red carpet.She slows.One heel clicks out of rhythm.
== Console ==
micro-emotion detected: curiosity (masked)fantasy file unlocked: "obedience behind closed doors"entry path: subtle disruption trigger== // ==
Yo.She's got a power kink hidden under all that Chanel.And HypoSync just gave me the cheat code.
I stop dead in front of her path.Bold move, I know. But if you want to seduce a goddess, you gotta act like one.
"Miss Kael," I say, low and smooth, "you dropped your composure."
She halts.One eyebrow arches. Lips twitch in either annoyance or curiosity ā same difference, honestly.
"I don't believe we've met," she says, voice dipped in honey and high standards.
I smile, thumb grazing my phone.Don't activate the sync yet, Ethan. Ease her in. Let the app listen.
"You're right. I usually introduce myself after someone kneels."
== Console ==
Trigger planted: "kneel"confidence impression confirmed: status-ping activeXP gain projected: +1,200 (conversation loop)== // ==
She stares.Not blinking.Her pupils dilate just slightly. She doesn't step back.
"ā¦Who are you?" she asks. It's not dismissive. It's not even defensive.It's hungry. Lowkey.
"I'm whoever you need me to be," I say, "when your perfect little world finally cracks."
== Console ==
Emotion spike detected: fantasy ignitionTarget status: EngagedLink Progress: 14%XP gained: +900 (Verbal Seduction)== // ==
She exhales slowly. The tension in her neck softens. Her lips part just enough for a breath that sounds like surrender.
But then?
She steps past me.Like nothing happened.
Just keeps walking.Not fast.Just taunting.
I don't chase.HypoSync pings me one last time.
== Console ==
Target: Lyra Kael marked as HIGH VALUE QUESTLINEXP grind unlocked: Public Persona Deconstruction Arc (3 stages)Stage 1: Reputation Trigger (To Do)XP Banked: 6,900 / 70,000== // ==
Oh, we're doing this.Vanessa, you'd better stay in Japan a little longer, baby.Daddy's got an actress to reprogram.