Chapter 2 - Hypno App 2

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{Target}

[Animal]⇆ [Human]

{Level Setting}

[Low]⇆ [Mid]⇆ [High]

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'What kind of hypnosis app even distinguishes targets like this?'

I pressed the button, and a percentage-adjustable bar popped up.

Next, I tapped .

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[You can input custom prompts to request execution from the AI.]

[Options can be selected depending on the target.]

[Entering additional user information may enhance effectiveness.]

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Additional user info?

I tapped the field at the very bottom.

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The hell? They want me to input all this shit? So damn annoying!

But… whatever, this could be fun.

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Male

Part-timer

180

74

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'Size? Shoe size? Waist size?'

'Surely not… that size, right?'

Fuck it, who knows! I entered 34 for waist size.

After filling everything in, I hit the button.

The screen turned blue, displaying tiny text in small, barely legible sections.

The font was so small I could hardly read it.

I took a screenshot, saved it, and zoomed in to check.

[Effects may not be guaranteed.]

"Of course it would be! They must know it too!"

[The responsibility for the results of using the hypnosis app lies entirely with the individual.]

Tsk~ Damn! Why so serious?!

[You can maximize the intensity of hypnosis using various tools.]

"Various tools?"

[Misuse of hypnosis may harm your health.]

Wow, the developer must be some kind of perverted genius!

Now that I think about it, was that sexy woman from earlier somehow connected to the developer?

Let me check again.

I entered the menu.

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@ Hypnosis target status window provided.

(Only available for those with prior experience and personal info registered.)

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Seems like it's divided into quite a few different levels.

"Why the hell is this stupid app so ridiculously detailed?!"

I kept tapping around, and soon my phone started heating up. Now I kinda understood why it was over 500MB.

First, I clicked the icon and stared back into the swirling vortex window.

The more I focused, the more it felt like I was being sucked in, my head spinning again.

"Am I really gonna get hypnotized like this? Tsk~"

"What if I actually fall for hypnosis because of this absurd app?"

But weirdly enough, the longer I stared, the more nervous I got.

"If I really do get hypnotized, who's gonna wake me up? Hell, how would I even snap out of it?"

Then, the button at the top caught my eye.

What's this now?

There was a tiny, detailed description, but... of course, it was too small to read.

I took a screenshot and zoomed in.

[When a suitable hypnosis target is detected, an automatic alert message will be sent. Would you like to receive notifications?]

"A suitable target?"

"This app can even do that?"

Out of curiosity, I immediately hit YES!

[By entering the target's personal info and images, you can manage them semi-permanently!]

"Manage a hypnosis target semi-permanently? Hmm, so this must be connected to the then."

"But how exactly do you 'manage' a target?"

"Alright, I gotta ask the AI."

Too lazy to type, I held my phone close to my mouth and whispered, glancing around to make sure no one heard me.

"What does 'High-Level Hypnosis' mean?"

☞ [It allows the hypnotist to induce hypnosis in the target however they desire. Simply by playing sounds or showing images generated by the app, the target can be quickly put under hypnosis.]

Whoa! Just by playing sounds or showing images?!

"Does it work on everyone?"

☞ [Occasionally, depending on the target or situation, hypnosis may fail to activate.]

"Ah~ So it can fail sometimes!"

--- Well, if this actually works...

"What's the 'status window' mentioned in the ?"

☞ [You can view the target's Sex Info status window.]

"Sex Info status window?! Pfft, like something out of a web novel? Hah! But... is this for real?!"

I left the subway station and headed home.

Our family was small, just Mom, Dad, my older sister, and me in a city apartment.

Dad worked out of town during the week and only came home on weekends. Mom and him were what people called a "weekend couple."

At some point, it became hard to even remember the last time I saw them together.

I unlocked the door with the keypad and stepped inside.

Mom, always quick to notice, was already coming out to the living room at the sound of the door.

Fashionable as ever, Mom was either still in her work clothes or had just come back from the supermarket.

She wore a draped gray T-shirt that clung to her full breasts, the fabric bunching slightly at her neckline, emphasizing their weight.

Below, she had on a tight leopard-print skirt with black spots, hugging her hips perfectly.

Damn, she's always so effortlessly stylish~

"You look tired, sweetie. Are you eating properly at work?"

Her soft smile deepened her dimples, absolute killer.

Even with her makeup completely removed after work, Mom's skin still glowed.

Her sharp, well-defined features gave off a slightly Western vibe.

And that *8-head-tall* figure of hers? Pure art.

Honestly, whether she wore makeup or not, she was stunning.

"Yeah! The part-timers take turns eating at the company cafeteria, so don't worry about me."

I quickly showered and headed straight to my room, booting up my PC.

As I slumped into my chair, the large monitor screen flickered to life.

Oh right, that hypnosis app!

No matter how much I tried to ignore it, the app kept nagging at me.

I picked up my phone and opened it again.

The spiral pattern started spinning, circles whirling hypnotically.

I tapped the menu.

The vortex disappeared, replaced by a sky-blue background with multiple ladders appearing, climbing left and right as if ascending into the heavens.

Even though I knew this was ridiculous, I kept staring, my focus slipping...

"Thud!" The door opened, and Mom walked in.

"I bought some plums at the store today. Try one, they're super sweet!"

Mom was always so warm and gentle.

She worked hard too, at an insurance company.

Dad hated Mom going out (in his words, she was too pretty to be out alone).

Then maybe he should've earned more money!

How the hell did my short, old-fashioned dad manage to charm someone as gorgeous as Mom into marrying him?

And not just that, he got to fuck her in her prime, early 20s, and have me and my sister!

Ugh, so damn jealous!