Elara stood in the middle of the living room, her dress askew, her lipstick smeared. She blinked.
Command: Kaelen thought. Elara, you will become flirtatious. You will touch Dex’s arm when you laugh. You will lean into his personal space. You will feel nothing, but he will feel everything.
The story ends here, but the game never does. The Hypnosis Master v1.0 doesn't have an uninstall button. And the only thing worse than being a cuckold, it turns out, is being a god of a world you no longer believe in.
Dex looked at Kaelen, a silent question in his eyes. Is this okay? NTR - Hypnosis Master -v1.0- -HGGame-
“Kaelen,” she said, stepping closer. “Have you always stood like that?”
“Like you own the room.”
Kaelen smiled. “I know. But do it for me. It’s a game.” Elara stood in the middle of the living
Kaelen stared at the phone. Then at the laptop. Then at the closed bedroom door where his perfect, hollow fiancée lay sleeping.
“Hmm?” She turned, smiling. Innocent.
The email arrived at 3:47 AM on a Tuesday. Kaelen, a 24-year-old data analyst with the charisma of a damp paper towel, was still awake. He was doing what he always did: scrolling through the social media feeds of people who were living the life he wanted. Elara, you will become flirtatious
He whispered the trigger under his breath: “Sleep.”
Kaelen laughed nervously. This was a prank. Some weird RPG maker thing. He closed his laptop and went to bed.
His phone buzzed. A text from his ex-girlfriend, Mira. The one who had dumped him for being ‘too boring.’
A week passed. Kaelen became addicted to the software. Each morning, before Elara woke up, he would open the obsidian eye and run a ‘maintenance command.’ He tweaked her. A little less independence here. A little more physical affection there. He made her prefer his cooking over takeout. He made her forget her annual girls’ trip to Miami.