Claire closed the door behind her, clipboard clutched to her chest.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Zane. How are you feeling ?" She approached my bed, looking a little awkward.
She must have had a lot of time to feel guilty about what we did before, but that was alright, because I could still do things to change her mind.
"Better now that you're here," I said, watching the way her fingers fidgeted with the clipboard she held too tightly.
"I, uh... just came to check your vitals," she said, voice thin.
"Of course. You're just doing your job, right?"
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
In reality, she wasn't here out of duty or concern. She was here because I told her to meet me in private, at specific times if possible. Another one of experiments.
"Claire, could you sit with me for a minute? It gets lonely when everyone leaves."
She hesitated, glancing at the door. "I really shouldn't. I have other patients—"
"Please sit down," I repeated while using my ability.
"Okay." She nodded and sat beside my bed.
"How's your boyfriend?" I asked, keeping my tone light.
"I don't want to talk about my personal life."
"I just want to know what kind of guy was lucky enough to get a girl like you. And, well… since I'm always stuck in here, I guess I'm curious about other peoples lives."
As the words left my lips, her defenses began to crumble; she gave in, eyes softening as they met mine.
"Alright." She started fidgeting with her pen. "He's fine. Working a lot of overtime lately. He's with one of the hunter clans, not one of the big ones, just a small-time group, but the pay's better than here."
"Overtime? Does he really need the money that badly?"
She paused. "Well, we both do. We're engaged and planning to get married soon. We're trying to save up for a down payment on a small apartment. But with all the monster activity lately, the cost of real estate has skyrocketed."
Jackpot. This was what I been waiting for. If she was desperate for something, and I could fill that gap—my chances would skyrocket.
And luckily for me, this body came with exactly that. Money. Lots and lots of it.
"You know, what happened between us the other day... it's not really cheating."
She stiffened immediately. "Mr. Zane, that was inappropriate and shouldn't have—"
"Think about it, Claire." I kept my voice calm, almost soothing. "I'm basically a vegetable, right? Just a patient stuck in this bed. It's more like… therapy."
She frowned. "That's not how it works."
"My father owns Park Pharmaceutical. Did you know that?"
Slowly, she nodded. There was no way she didn't know, considering I was in the VIP suite, the most expensive room in the entire hospital.
"I could help you. With money, with your career. The apartment, the wedding—I could cover it all. Whatever you need. I might not be able to move, but my wealth certainly can."
"I couldn't accept—"
"You wouldn't have to do much. Just… spend time with me. Make me feel human again." I locked eyes with her, softening my voice. "Like when you kissed me."
She looked away, but I saw the hesitation, the way her lips parted ever so slightly. She was thinking about it.
"Mike and I have been talking about moving to a bigger apartment," she murmured. "But on our salaries..."
"I could help with that. Easily. No one would ever have to know."
"It would be wrong." She was still reluctant.
"Would it?" I let a little vulnerability show. "You're helping a patient recover. Giving someone a reason to keep going. Do you know what it's like to be trapped in this bed? To be looked at like I'm already gone?"
Her resistance was slipping. I could see it.
"Just between us," I whispered, activating my skill to seal the moment.
Her eyes lit up, glowing brighter than ever.
"Okay… please keep your promise," she said, biting her lip gently to moisten it first.
Our kiss deepened. Tongues tangled, not from passion, but from manipulation, and desperation.
With her mind clouded by guilt, pity, the promise of secrecy, and the temptation of money, it was becoming harder and harder for her to resist my influence.
"Claire. Touch me."
She blinked, her pupils dilating slightly "What do you mean?"
That was a mistake on my part. I should have phrased it more clearly because my words were easy to misinterpret.
"I haven't felt anyone's touch in so long. Play with my private parts"
Guided by my growing influence, her hand hovered near my lower body.
"Not... not on the blanket. Under it. I need to feel your skin against mine."
Color flooded her cheeks, but she still followed through.
"Yeah… just like that. Keep going. I'll keep an eye on the door for you,"
The more her hand stroke the base of my manhood, the stronger my urge to taste her lips grew.
So I gave the next command.
"Keep going, and kiss me while you do."
[DING!]
[CONGRATULATIONS, HOST: You have successfully hypnotized one target. All future commands to the target now receive a +70% success rate.]
[Reward : 3PP ]
The system's message echoed sweetly in my mind. I couldn't resist testing it right away.
"Show me how obedient you've become—use your mouth."
She abruptly stood up, and looked offended. For a second, I thought she might protest—but before a single word left her lips, her eyes shimmered again.
"I… I'll do it," she nodded.
There was still some resistance beneath the surface, but it was barely noticeable now—fading, like the last echo of a thought she no longer owned.
Gradually, she pulled away the blanket, her eyes brimming with adoration.
She moved closer, her mouth grazing against my arousal which rapidly yielded from the earlier stimulation.
"OH FUCK!"
White spray hit her face, some of it catching near her eye. She blinked, then calmly wiped it off with the back of her hand.
"Let me explain…" I didn't bother finishing.
She was my slave now anyway. I could just command her to forget this embarrassing moment.
"Just clean it with your mouth, and start over again."