I love it!
Morally questionable? Absolutely
But emotionally conflicted? Nah, my inner self was already doing back-flips.
But before anything else, I needed information. Especially about what I could actually do in my current limited condition
Sure, I got a mind control skill. But at its basic level, expecting it to work like some instant magic trick was wishful thinking.
It was safer to assume that the skill worked more like a boosted version of real-world brainwashing techniques —where constant reinforcement was needed to truly rewrite someone's mind.
Kind of like how cult leaders got their followers to worship them like gods.
Just as I was considering how to test the skill's effectiveness, a young nurse stepped into the room.
She had soft brown hair tied in a bun, hazelnut eyes, and carried a tray of medicine.
I gave her a once-over, and no joke; she was a solid eight out of ten, and that was without even trying. No heavy makeup, just natural beauty.
Even in that plain white nurse gown, her figure stood out. The kind of shape that could cause traffic accidents if she walked down the street.
And when she turned around?
Oh man, that ass was a game changer, a total plot twist in the best way possible! It was like the universe decided to throw a curveball, but instead of a ball, it was a booty so fine, it made me question if I was really in a hospital, or a porno movie.
Holy shit. If the average nurse looked like this, I wouldn't be surprised if the female doctors were straight-up runway models
"Oh! Mr. Zane, you're finally awake . I'll go call your physician."
"No, please don't. I want to ask something first."
She stopped mid-step and glanced over her shoulder at me.
Nice. Got her attention.
"What is it?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her hazelnut eyes watching me curiously.
"About my condition… what did the doctor say?"
She glanced around, uncomfortable talking outside her expertise. She hesitated, blinking a few times like she was trying to fight off a sudden brain fog.
"I don't think it's my place to say. I need to follow protocol and call your doctor."
The first attempt failed, but it wasn't a complete loss. I gathered useful data.
"Go on... you can tell me," I said, looking her straight in the eyes while secretly triggering my ability again.
"I really can't do that." She shook her head firmly.
"Don't worry. It'll be our little secret."
This time, I triggered a reaction. Her eyes emitted a faint white glow for a split second, followed by a change in her expression.
"Alright… I suppose it's fine." She took a deep breath.
Judging from how that went, I figured the ability worked best when the command wasn't too crazy just like I originally assumed .
It gave me a clearer idea of how to apply my ability without raising any red flags or coming off like some creep. If my step-mom got angry at me for making a reckless move, I would be stuck here, helpless, until she decided to show up again.
Besides, leaving a bad impression right from the start would only make it harder to try again.
"I overheard them talking… you're recovering , slowly, but the chances of you ever walking again are still really low."
"I understand…," I let just enough sadness seep into my tone. Not because I really felt it, but because I wanted to see if playing vulnerable would make her easier to influence.
Her face showed concern and guilt too, since she was the one who broke the news.
Exactly what I been aiming for. That first question? Just a way to get the conversation rolling.
"May I ask your name, Miss?" I inquired politely.
"It's Claire," There was a warmth in her voice, firm and sincere. The kind of emotional opening I could work with.
"Miss Claire… thank you for being upfront with me." I made sure to use her name right away. Establishing that subtle connection early on.
"To be honest, I don't really see any reason to keep living like this." Tears began to fall in my cheeks, slowly at first, then all at once.
She quickly leaned in, and gently dabbed the tears from my cheeks with a tissue. "Please, don't give up. I'm sure the doctor will find a way to cure you."
"You're too kind, Miss Claire," I murmured. "But I'm just… tired of all this. If I regret anything, it's never getting the chance to feel what love's really like."
I let the words hang, hoping she would lean into the moment.
From the corner of my eye, I watched her face, and saw the pity flicker through her expression.
"I know this might sound weird…" I paused midway and kept my shut out.
"What is it?" she asked, curious about what I was about to say.
I let the silence linger, drawing it out just enough.
"Tell me… what is it? Maybe I can help."
That was my cue. Time to go big.
"Miss Claire… would it be selfish of me to ask for just one favor?"
"Of course not," she shook her head gently, still wiping the tears from my cheeks.
"I just… I don't want to leave this world without ever knowing what a kiss feels like. Could you… kiss me? On the lips?"
She hesitated, visibly surprised, but then her eyes glowed again.
And just like flipping a switch, a bittersweet smile appeared onto her lips.
"Sure" she whispered.
Jackpot. My theory was spot on.
With the right words and just enough persuasion, I managed to get her to agree to something she would've normally shut down instantly. Once the ability penetrate that gap, it handled the rest.
This was only meant to be a small test. A way to gauge my limits before I tried it on my stepmother.
But now that I was at it… might as well use the chance to practice kissing too.
She leaned in, her soft pink lips slowly descending toward my face, and just the sight of it made me exited.
Then, finally, her lips met mine.
Warm. Soft. Slightly moist. There was a faint sweetness on her breath—maybe mint, maybe gum. I couldn't really tell, and I didn't care. It just made the whole experience that much better.
Her lips moved gently against mine—awkward at first, but after a few exchanges, we both began to be into it, growing a little more comfortable with each passing second.
"Use your tongue" I mumbled, while activating my skill.
Then I felt it—her mouth opening a bit more, her tongue brushing lightly against my bottom lip before slipping inside.
My god.
My crown jewel was going wild, pulsing hard, and I had to focus just to keep my heart rate steady, so I didn't set off any alarms.
I had always wondered what a girl's lips would taste like, and reality turned out to be far more intoxicating than anything I imagined.
It made my head spin, like I was drunk on the moment.
For a second, it felt like my paralyzed body was trying to move. Like every nerve was screaming to break free, just so I could do more things with her.