Things got better after the situation with Ellie was handled.
Furthermore, the outcome of my performance validated my theory
Guilt was definitely a powerful emotion to use. It obviously increased my chances.
Not surprising, really. It was the same tactic used in sales. Like when you're at a mall, and a salesperson keeps pitching to dozens of people.
After a while, it just feels wrong to walk away without buying something, even if the product wasn't that great.
To top it off, I didn't fire Samantha.
First, she was very pretty. Unlike Claire, she looked younger, cute, in a soft and innocent way.
Second, I needed someone I could control outside the hospital. It was important to increase the number of pawns in my influence. The more I got the safer I would be.
The moment Samantha stepped out, my eyes were back on Ellie. Time to see how far I could push her today.
"Aunty," I called her, voice soft, like a kid too weak to smile, "Can you sing for me?"
"Sing? What kind of song?"
"Anything," I replied. "Your favorite."
Her eyes lit up, and all hesitation vanished. Just like that, she began to hum a soft melody. Her voice was off at first, but she quickly found the rhythm.
When she finished, I told her to sing several more times.
"Can you tell me a joke?" I added once the last song ended.
Without pausing, she let out an awkward, giggle and launched into a lame hospital joke about doctors and nurses. I didn't laugh, but I nodded anyway.
"And now… do a silly face."
Her face scrunched up into an exaggerated expression, puffed cheeks, crossed eyes, tongue out. She even laughed at her own nonsense.
Most women would've at least blushed. Maybe looked away in embarrassment.
But not her.
Once the skill activated, everything just clicked into place. Their hesitation melted. The idea felt natural in their heads, like they came up with it themselves.
"Aunt Ellie… can you kiss my forehead? I miss my mom…she used to do that for me when I'm feeling lonely," I let my voice tremble as tears slowly slid down my cheeks.
My acting was spot-on. Maybe it was the whole bedridden thing. It made it easier to cry. Easier to sell the helplessness.
Not a moment of hesitation, she simply leaned in and kissed my forehead, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Please… do it again,"
Without hesitation, she leaned in and followed my command.
I made her do it repeatedly, each command wearing down another mental barrier. Then, with a subtle shift in tone, I steered her to my cheek.
Each time, she obeyed without question, completely unaware that her thoughts were no longer her own.
I hesitated before the next command, unsure if I was pushing too far. But I gave it anyway.
To my surprise… she leaned in closer. Our lips met.
It was brief, awkward, and yet terrifyingly arousing.
I stared at her, heart pounding, not from affection, but from joy.
There was a certain thrill in breaking down the defenses of a mature woman, watching her trust twist into something I could shape.
"Aunt Ellie… something's wrong with body," I murmured, my voice weak. "Can you… maybe massage it a little?"
Her eyes drifted downward, settling on the mound rising like a mountain under the blanket.
"It's aching… can you rub it for me?"
Due to her being too deep in trance, her hands reflexively did what I told her to.
She began moving her palm on top of the fabric, her touch firm, as her lips met mine in a deep, passionate kiss.
The warmth of her breath mingled with mine, her tongue moving in and out of my mouth that took both of our breath away.
It was only when she felt the wet sensation from the blanket that she broke from my skill.
Blushing from head to toe, she shot to her feet and gasped, "Oh my god, what am I doing?"
"It's alright, Aunt Ellie. I would never tell anyone. You're the only one who truly cares about me. The only person I can trust."
There was a noticeable pause in her reaction this time.
"I'm sorry, Zane. Please… forget we did that. It was my mistake." She took her bag, ready to leave.
"Auntie, please visit me tomorrow….When Samantha's not around."
Her eyes lit up and softened. A soft smile crossed her lips before she nodded and quietly stepped out of the room.
That was close. I got too greedy, and it nearly put me in a tough spot.
But I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy every second of it.
Damn, I wanted to do more with her. The moment I got my motor skills back, I was 100% going to fuck her.
Why should I care about Zane's father's feelings anyway?
The guy's a jerk. He hasn't visited me even once. That tells everything about his character.
And based on the memories I got, the relationship between Zane and his father was never good.
The guy was always too busy running his company to care.
Only his mother had ever really been there for him. After she died, everything changed. It just wasn't the same anymore.
While I was thinking of a new plan to corrupt my stepmom, the door opened again. It was Claire.
Jackpot. Time to practice on her.