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Satori fought not to tremble from the adrenaline rushing through her exposed arteries. This was it. The best moment in the process — well, almost. Sanae wasn't a willing participant, so Satori couldn't sit right next to her and enjoy it leisurely. She stood from her desk and walked around it, sitting closer, in a second, slightly less heavenly couch across from Sanae. “Don't sit up, please. You look so relaxed, I’d hate to ruin it.”
She could see the sluggishness of the shrine maiden's thoughts as she nodded vacantly and settled, still petting Lily. She wasn't asleep or in a trace yet, but in that perfect, beautiful state where the eyes grow foggy, nods come far easier, when the mind is most malleable and you can mold their thoughts as easily as wet clay. Where she could brush their thoughts and bring out what her own power, wonderful as it was, could not: their deepest thoughts and desires, and make those her toys as well. The girl would become vulnerable. Helpless. Defenseless. Her mind most importantly, but also her body.
Satori did not stare unabashedly: Sanae was not yet far enough gone not to notice, but she glanced where she could. The green-haired girl looked slovenly, by this point, the topmost button of her shrine maiden's vest having come undone, her very un-Japanese sized breasts stretching the fabric pleasantly with each breath. It had ridden up as well, displaying her navel and the swell of her hips, tantalizing glimpses in the somewhat dim lighting of the room. The cursed skirt remained in place, showing no more than her calves.
Satori squirmed in her seat, trying hard not to pay attention to how slick she was getting.
She'd been getting incredibly worked up over this situation over the past hour, and in combination with the wine, she was almost too turned on to think straight. She wanted, deep in her lust-drowned being, nothing more than absolute power over this voluptuous living goddess. To make her willingly submit and offer up all that she was.
Yes. The truth was this.
Satori was an irredeemable pervert, a filthy deviant, and a mind control fetishist. This wasn't even the first time she'd done this: before, she'd played with some of her human-form pets (they were hers to play with, anyhow!), warping their personalities around as she pleased.
But she also wanted to believe, even against all the evidence of reality and her senses, that her goal in luring an innocent girl into her den of wickedness wasn’t to despoil and corrupt her. And so, she didn’t go straight for the throat, and buried those feelings as far as she could for now — which was not very deep at all. Youkai are not known for their rationality or restraint.
If not for her mind-reading, there would’ve been no chance at all to hypnotize someone without their express consent and cooperation; she was certain no human could accomplish such a feat. However, even knowing exactly what is on their minds at all time and having a specially prepared arena, hypnotizing someone unawares was tricky business. She was only going through such lengths to help, of course — this she told herself, pointlessly.
Satori reached for her desk, grabbing a notebook and an important item: an especially fat pen with a slowly shifting tiger’s eye banded pattern. A mostly worthless magical trinket, but endlessly fascinating to look at. One of her trusty foci. With a flourish that made sure Sanae caught a glimpse of the pen and followed it with her eyes, she brought it and the notebook to her lap.
“What... are you doing?” Sanae’s eyes briefly flickered up to Satori’s, then back down to the pen, poised to write.
“Oh, relax. If I’m going to be helping you, I figured I’d start with my notes.”
“I haven’t decided yet if I’m coming again,” Sanae lied drowsily.
“And if you decide not to, I’ll be wasting, what, a piece of paper and some ink? That’s quite alright.” Satori smirked smugly, a specialty of hers. “Have you noticed that I haven’t interrupted you or spoken your thoughts aloud since you got here?”
As she spoke, Satori moved her pen: not actually writing, but carefully drawing attention to it with movements, moving it from hand to hand, tilting it, rotating it. Sanae’s eyes wandered, but always seemed to go back there. In the firelight, the orange-ish shifting colours were irresistibly captivating to a properly (un)prepared mind.
“I’ll have you know that was incredibly challenging to do for me. It’s keyed into my blood. I truly want to help, you know? And I’m really putting effort into this. For example,” she gestured around, “This whole room was purpose-built to be a positive influence, To make patients feel at home and relaxed. Do you like the couch?”
“It’s... mmm. Very comfortable.” Sanae stirred slightly, prompting an annoyed mew from the cat on her lap.
“I should hope so. It cost an absurd amount, custom-built. All to keep you at ease, feeling comfortable to discuss whatever you like. Do you feel comfortable?”
“Yes... It’s a nice room... Lady Komeiji,” she said, through half-lidded eyes. This was it, Satori realized. If she waited any longer Sanae would fall asleep.
“I’ve noticed you’re looking at my pen. Would you like to see it up close? It is a rather nice pen.” It was a as adroit a segue as Satori’s brain could come up with, swimming in arousal, excitement, and a healthy dose of ethanol as it was. Sanae was thankfully deep enough not to notice anything amiss.
There was a nod, and Satori leaned forward eagerly. Sanae also righted herself some, to look closer, inadvertently giving Satori a great angle on her generous cleavage. It seemed Sanae wasn’t fond of bras.
It was indeed a very nice looking pen, with orange bands shifting and rotating along, the quality and tone of the color changing subtly depending on the angle one was looking at it.
“Is it magical?” Sanae was suitably fascinated.
Satori’s voice was smooth as she spoke. For a hypnotist, such things were worth practicing. “Oh, it’s only a trinket. But it is enchanting. Sometimes I just sit and look at it. I just sit and look at the pen, stare at it. I look carefully at the shifting patterns, the way they rotate at subtly different speeds. I just keep looking. I watch it, and I watch it, and I can watch it for hours.”
“Ah... yeah... It’s certainly...” She was fixated.
Satori licked her lips and involuntarily squeezed her thighs together. This was it. “Anyway, it’s been a lot of work putting this all together. I think it wouldn’t cost you anything to at least listen to me for a little bit. That’s all you have to do. Sit there on the comfortable couch and listen to me as I speak.”
“I... can do that...”
“Great. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? It’s not hard to listen to me, sit in the relaxing couch, and listen to me, and sit in the couch, and listen to me, and watch the pen, and relax, and listen to my words. In fact, you’re doing it already, listening to my words and nothing else. Great job. It’s not difficult to simply listen to what I’m saying, and follow my instructions—”
She had her now. Satori prattled on like that, with the monotonous, consistent cadence of a sped-up deer scarer — for one who spoke littlem, it was hard work, but she only had to keep up the constant stream of words for a scant five minutes or so. Satori felt as much as she saw the slowly congealing mass of thoughts take a particular shape she was plenty familiar with: the strange combination of focus and relaxation, plus absence of structured thought that indicated a hypnotic trance. She finally paused, biting her lip and restraining an unladylike noise. Even in a trance, people's minds were not totally defenseless — at least not at this stage. Anything unexpected or out of place, like, say, a moan, was liable to knock her out of it.
“Sanae. Can you hear me?”
“Yes.” Her voice was faint but clear, her eyes unfocused. In this state, mind-reading was usually not too helpful: in a trance, the disconnect between what formed in people’s brains and what came out of their mouth was small. Usually.
“Will you listen to what I say?”
“Yes. I’m a good girl. I’ll listen.”
Satori paused momentarily. She’d seen those words floating around in Sanae’s head, so she’d mentioned them, but to say them out loud... Something was significant here, for it to come up during a trance. Something to worry about later.
“Sanae. Why do you not want to come to therapy?”
The answer was instant. “You’d have to be insane to trust a satori with your innermost thoughts and problems.”
Satori frowned. She knew this was the general opinion, of course, but hearing it out loud was still vexing. Overturning it entirely might take years of work, and she didn’t have years. She did inescapably had to instill a base level of trust to have any room to work with at all, but sidestepping the issue was possible.
“Sanae. We’ve worked together for a year.” ‘Worked together’ was a stretch, they’d barely met. Still, it was technically true.
“In that time, I’ve never once given the Moriya Shrine any trouble.”
Sanae took some seconds to respond. “...Once, Okuu destroyed our Torii.”
Satori felt the stab of an ugly emotion stab her guts and clench her teeth. This girl was using Okuu’s pet name, and Okuu was only one person’s pet. She would remember this. “Okuu is not I. I’ve never once given the Moriya Shrine any trouble.”
“I’m a professional. When it comes to work, I’m serious and trustworthy.” That was a good enough connection. Sanae wasn’t involved when her own raven was threatening to cleanse the world in nuclear fire, so hopefully she wouldn’t remember that little oopsie. “Say it, please. ‘Satori is serious and trustworthy when it comes to work.’”
“Satori is serious and trustworthy when it comes to work.”
“It’s true. I’m proud of it, too. Repeat it once more.” It even was true. Unfortunately for Sanae, Satori didn’t consider this whole therapy exercise work.
“Satori is serious and trustworthy when it comes to work.”
“Good.” She saw the concept solidifying in her head, somewhat. It’d be enough. She moved on. “In therapy, the therapist works for the betterment of the patient. Always.”
“A therapist doesn’t divulge information about her patient or—” Satori swallowed nervously “—or take advantage of the trust placed in them. A therapist is a trustworthy person.”
“Yes.” The thought had come very naturally to the forefront, and Satori glimpsed it as it emerged in her mind. Sanae had naturally high trust in authority, it seemed. Most normal humans did. This would be effective.
“I’ve worked very hard to become a therapist. I’m serious about it. I’m serious about work. I’m a therapist. I’m trustworthy as a therapist.” Sanae nodded along with the droning monologue, the web of ideas fixating visibly in her mind. Satori shuddered a bit. Even wielding this little power was enough to... no, nevermind. This was not the time. “Will you come back next week and let me begin my work?”
Satori frowned, sweeping a stray strand of hair from her face in frustration. What now? “Why?”
“I don’t need therapy. I’m fine.”
As she said it, Satori perceived it right away that it was a flimsy lie: to tell such a lie in a trance meant only one thing. It was a lie she told herself, and a well-entrenched one at that. She’d barely scratched the surface of this girl’s mind and she was already tying herself up in knots and issues, what an annoyance. Orin and Okuu were like one-piece jigsaw puzzles in comparison. Were all human teenage girls this irritating?
[ ] Satori reinforced how pleasant the experience had been, so she’d want to come back. And it had been, she’d made sure of it.
[ ] Satori reminded her of how Kanako herself had ordered this, and appealed to her sense of duty.
[ ] Satori explained how she could in fact greatly benefit from her help, and how she did need it.
Let’s just say the write-in option is always there.
Also, I should be explicit and tell you that I don’t have a carefully planned story here: I’m gonna put a choice whenever I think there’s something significant worth choosing, and just see where it goes. It might end up with some totally pointless choices that change nothing, if I fuck up, or it might end up with Kanako lopping off Satori’s head, or any kind of thing in between. It’s all freeform and for fun on my end.
Also also, don't expect me to keep up this update speed for very long. I'm not participating in no nanowrimo shenanigans.
Also also also, I started writing before that last vote came in, sorry.
Also also also also, how hungry are you guys for ero? I can put a Satori masturbation scene in here, ya kno, for fun. We're probably not gonna get to anything substantial for a while with Sanae.