The Hypnosis App Was Fake – Chapter 21

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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“Oh…”

A fragmented sound, not quite a word, escaped Faster’s lips. The sound, perfectly matching his devastated expression, was so pathetic it almost made me feel sad.

But this wasn’t the time for sadness. It was time to provoke Faster, whose mental state was clearly fractured after the destruction of his home.

This was the perfect opportunity to manipulate him while he was vulnerable.

People tended to be more emotionally reactive when their mental defenses were down. I’d never seen Faster this distraught, so even the slightest provocation would likely trigger an intense reaction.

He’ll probably put me through the same orgasmic hell he put Scarlet through, until I cry and beg for mercy.

Filled with that delightful anticipation, I gave Faster a wickedly smug smile and said,

“Now there’s no reason to bill Scarlet for the repairs. It’s obvious I destroyed your apartment.”

Faster, who had been staring blankly at the wreckage of what was once his home, turned to me. His eyes, locked on mine, swirled with a maelstrom of emotions.

He’d given Scarlet the same look. And when he’d taken it a step further, he’d snapped and… well… you know.

So, there was only one thing to do. I fanned the flames of his emotions.

“You have to do to me everything you were planning to do to Scarlet, don’t you? That’s the only way you’ll get any compensation. Uhuhu…”

The thought of having him under my control was intoxicating. My previous anger dissipated, replaced by a sense of playful malice, and I found myself reverting back to polite speech.

Those in positions of power should maintain decorum. Now, let’s see how he reacts.

As if on cue, Faster’s lips twitched, then, in a strained, dry voice, as if suppressing a torrent of emotions, he asked,

“W-Why did you do this, Ms. Ia Aris?”

His voice was almost a plea, as if begging me to give him a justifiable reason, so he could forgive me. It was a testament to the depth of his trust.

A deep, unwavering trust he didn’t offer to anyone else. But… I can’t be satisfied with just trust anymore.

Betraying that trust had been a difficult decision, but the potential rewards, his emotional outburst and other… perks, made it a necessary sacrifice.

Maintaining my wicked smile, I gave him the answer he least wanted to hear.

“I told you already. You’re so frustrating, Mr. Faster. So dense and oblivious to my feelings. I had no other choice.”

“Excuse… me?”

“Perhaps this will make you understand. Ahem.”

Faster was still maintaining his composure, and I knew he wouldn’t unleash his anger while he was still rational.

So, I decided to use a cheesy, outdated meme, completely out of place in this serious situation.

Erasing my smug grin, I squeezed my eyes shut, clenched my fists, and yelled,

“I-If I didn’t do this… y-you wouldn’t even notice me…!”

“…”

It was embarrassing to yell something like that at my age, but it seemed to have the desired effect. Faster, who’d been trying to resolve things through conversation, had fallen silent.

I turned to Faster, who was clearly struggling to contain his anger, and, with a smug, malicious smile, asked playfully,

“So? Do you understand my feelings now? Do you get it, you idiot?!”

Destroying his apartment, acting childishly, and then delivering that cringeworthy line… it was a triple combo of epic proportions, enough to make even a saint lose their temper. And it landed squarely on Faster’s fragile mental state right now.

“…”

“…”

A suffocating silence followed. Faster was now in control of the atmosphere. He stood there, head bowed, staring at the floor, a ticking time bomb.

Seeing his fists clenched, his body trembling, I knew. Faster was about to snap.

His rage-fueled hypnosis app would activate, and I’d be at his mercy, utterly defiled by his darkest desires.

Excitement swelled within me.

I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but how could I not be excited, seeing Faster like this?

As if in answer to my heightened anticipation, Faster’s mouth opened, and a single syllable escaped his lips.

“Ha…”

That single sigh was heavy with emotion. I couldn’t even fathom the depths of his rage.

But one thing was clear: I was screwed. Or rather, I was about to be… screwed.

Just the thought of being ravished by a furious Faster made my womb clench, ready to conceive. My body was prepared.

Faster, his head still bowed, began walking towards me.

Step. Step. Step… Step…

With each step, I could feel my cervix descending. The presence of this powerful male was turning me into a creature driven solely by instinct, a vessel for his seed.

No, no, Ia. Get a grip. You’re not his sex toy yet. You haven’t been chosen as his breeding mare. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Didn’t you learn anything from what happened with Scarlet?

He might not even have sex with me, opting instead for the non-penetrative orgasmic torture he’d inflicted on Scarlet.

Actually, that’s exactly what he’d do. Faster was still a virgin, and he seemed to want his first time to be with someone he loved.

Of course, I was a virgin too, but Faster didn’t have romantic feelings for me. It was a painful truth, but a truth nonetheless.

Right, I’m not a delusional romantic like Scarlet. I won’t let my expectations lead to disappointment. I have to be realistic.

I resolved not to be disappointed, even if he didn’t have sex with me. The prospect of experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm at the hands of an enraged Faster was more than enough.

Just as I reaffirmed my resolve, Faster stopped right in front of me.

-Gulp.

He was so close I could practically feel his hot breath on my skin, close enough to see every tremor of his body. I unconsciously swallowed hard.

My heart pounded, and my mouth went dry, anticipating what was about to happen.

It felt like… nervousness.

W-Wait a minute…

The moment I identified the feeling as nervousness, my composure shattered, replaced by a wave of panic.

N-Nervous? Me? Impossible. I shouldn’t be nervous about anything Faster does. I can handle anything he throws at me, even with a smile. Right?

Yes, I could endure anything Faster did. I could handle him ripping my clothes, forcing me down and stomping on my head, spanking my bare ass. I’d welcome it.

Then why was I so anxious and nervous? It was just Faster. Faster, the man I’d longed for. I’d always dreamed of this moment, so why was I reacting like this?

My body trembled. Part of it was arousal, but a much larger part was… something else.

It was the same primal fear I’d felt every day as a child in the slums. But it wasn’t an emotion I should be feeling towards Faster. It didn’t make sense.

Why would I be afraid of Faster? That’s absurd. It couldn’t be…

Just as I tried to deny the fleeting feeling, my thoughts were interrupted by a wave of undeniable anxiety.

‘This whole situation is stressing me out.’

‘Faster… don’t leave me. I’ll do anything…’

Fragments of Faster’s conversation with Scarlet flashed through my mind. And suddenly, I could imagine things I hadn’t been able to before, while watching Scarlet’s humiliation.

What if Faster said those things to me? Could I withstand his disgust?

I empathized with Scarlet, begging and pleading at Faster’s feet. And almost instantly, I had my answer.

N-No, I couldn’t. If Faster looked at me with genuine disgust, I’d break, just like Scarlet.

Only then did I understand my fear. I’d been so focused on his anger that I’d forgotten about the possibility of rejection. Lust had clouded over my judgment.

Foolishly, I’d only realized it when it was too late.

If I apologized now, offered to pay for everything, begged for forgiveness… would he forgive me? It was Faster. The kind, compassionate Faster who’d always been so good to me…

Then I remembered why Faster had been so kind. His kindness stemmed from trust and reliance.

Having shattered that trust, he had no reason to be kind anymore.

He might accept my apology, but that wouldn’t restore the trust I’d broken.

Oh…

My mind went blank, my mouth dry. Regret, a gaping maw, rose from the depths of my stomach.

What have I done? Oh no. I have to apologize to Faster. Now, before it’s too late. Before he truly hates me…!

Consumed by the need to apologize, I opened my mouth to speak, but my dry throat wouldn’t cooperate.

“Uh… Agh…”

I desperately tried to accelerate my healing, but it was too late. Faster’s hands were reaching for my neck. The malice and rage radiating from them filled my heart with terror.

Was he going to strangle me? Did he hate me that much? Faster, n-no. I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive…

-Hug.

“Huh?”

Instead of the expected strangulation, I felt a warm, gentle pressure around my face and the back of my head.

A wonderful scent filled my nostrils, calming my frantic heart.

As I calmed down, I realized what was happening.

W-What? Is this… for real…?

I was embraced by Faster, my face buried in his chest.

It was a dream come true, something so fantastical that just dreaming about it would fill me with joy. And it had happened so unexpectedly that I couldn’t process it.

Why? What was going on? Why was Faster hugging me?

Faster’s voice, filled with emotion, reached my ears.

“Ugh… Ms. Ia Aris, why are you so damn kind?!”

What?

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Is it an act of the MC’s or is it the truth? Will the MC’s going rampage? Bet, what will the MC do on the comment down below😏