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After hearing the knocks on my door, I put my phone aside and got up from my bed. The mattress returning to its original shape as I approach the noise.
I grab the knob and twist it. A small click came out as the lock came undone. Pulling the door open, I lock eyes with the person on the other side.
"Hello, kuya Mark." Bea says with a smile on her face. Her gaze unwavering as her eyes reflect my image.
"Do you need something, Bea..?" I ask, a little put off by her sudden visit.
"Is it okay if I come in? I have something I wanna show you." she asks, her voice eerily calm. I look down and see her phone in her right hand. "Sure..." I reluctantly agreed. Stepping aside to let Bea walk in.
And without asking, she sat down on the side of my bed. The frame let out a brief creak sound as she did. Feeling at home already.
A small sigh escapes me. Closing the door, I approach and sat down next to her. Keeping a respectable distance between us. "So? What did you wanna show me?" I ask, looking over at Bea next to me.
Her smile widened in response. "I found some music that lets you feel really relaxed. Me and my parents tried it already and it works wonders." she says, excitement in her voice. "Relaxing music? Hm..." I bring my hand to my chin, thinking about the offer. 'It's just some music. There's no harm in listening. And if it works, then good for me.'
I turn back to Bea and nod. "Alright. I'll give it a listen."
When Bea heard that, something flashed across her face. Something I can't quite put my finger on. "Good. I'm sure this will help you just as much as it helped me." with that said, Bea turned on her phone. After some taps and swipes, she glanced at me. "Alright. Listen carefully. Feel free to voice your thoughts while listening." she instructed. Her thumb hovering over her screen.
I give a brief nod. "Alright." I replied. Closing my eyes and waiting patiently for the supposed relaxing music to begin.
"Alright... I'm gonna press play now..." Bea whispered. And shortly after, the sound of a violin came out. The chord sounded slow and deep, giving off the sense of domination, yet, it felt oddly calming somehow. "Wow... It's actually working, Bea." I muttered, listening intently to the music. In my mind, I imagined myself submerged in an ocean. All sorts of marine life swimming above me. From small critters to a gigantic whale. 'But... somehow... it feels as if the music is all I can hear... Like it's flooding my head...'
"How do you feel..?" Bea whispered, but somehow her voice echoed in my head. Like she yelled into a cone and I on the other end. "I feel... Strange..." I slowly open my eyes, gazing at the girl beside me. "Be... a..?" the word came out weak. It feels like all the tension in my body has disappeared. 'I feel like I'm floating... Like a cloud... My mind is... empty... It feels... nice...'
Ding
[1 target has been entranced. For the next 3 minutes, the User may implant suggestions into the target. After 3 minutes have passed, the target will follow the suggestions received.]
"Heh- Ahahahah!" Bea laughed out loud, the outburst of noise hammered inside my head. 'So loud...!'
"Alright... Kuya Mark, as long as I'm this room, we're gonna play pretend, okay?" Bea says, her every word echoed loudly in my mind. "Pretend...? Okay..."
"Yes, pretend. We're gonna pretend to be... lovers. Yeah. We're gonna pretend to be lovers madly in love with each other." she whispered, yet the words echoed clearly in my head. "Lovers..? No... We can't..." I shook my head.
Ding
[WARNING: Target has strongly rejected the suggestion. 1 minute has been deducted. 2 more rejections and the hypnosis will break.]
"No, no, kuya Mark! We're just pretending to be lovers. I need to practice for a performance I'll be doing in school. So help me out will you? We only need to pretend. And when I step out of this room, we'll go back to normal and you'll forget allll about it, okay?" Bea says, her hands gripping my shoulders, lightly shaking me. "Pretend.... Just pretending..." I pondered on her request,
Bea looked down, glancing at her phone. "Shit- Time is almost up...!" she then turned back to me, panic on her face. "Kuya Mark, just say yes! We're only going to pretend! We're not actually lovers, okay?! Come on, please!" Bea pleaded.
"... If it's only pretending... then... sure... We can play pretend."
Ding
[Time has run out. A 24-hour cooldown has been put in place.]
I blink, once, twice. "Huh? What was I doing?" I wondered. 'It feels like I blanked out.'
I turn to Bea next to me. "Bea, what was I doing just now?" I ask, feeling strangely clueless. "Huh? Bea, why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, Bea's lips curled into a wide ecstatic smile, a look of utter joy. "I'm just... practicing my expressions. You know, for my performance at school. The one you agreed to help me with." she says, stifling her smile.
"I did?" I ask outloud. 'I don't remember agreeing to anything... Or maybe I did?' the more I try to remember, the more my mind becomes muddled.
Suddenly, Bea grabbed me by the shoulders. "Yes, you did. You agreed to help me with pretending to be lovers, remember?" she insists. And for some reason, the word "pretend" stood out in particular. "Pretending... Yeah... I think I remember." I nod. 'Yeah. I agreed to help Bea with her school performance.'
"So... what do we do first?" I ask, ready to start practicing. 'Acting is embarrassing for me, but if it's to help a family member, then I'll suck it up and play along.'
Slowly, Bea raised her hand. Her palm connecting with my cheek. 'I should lean into her touch, right?' I thought, soon leaning into my cousin's touch. "Yeah... That's it... We totally look like lovers right now." Bea whispered, ĥer breath heavy.
She leaned in, carefully. Until finally, our lips met. My eyes blew wide, but quickly calmed down. 'We're just pretending... So kissing isn't an issue.' I say to myself, yet, there's a small part of me that says this is wrong. That I should push her away. 'We're pretending to be lovers, so pushing her away doesn't make sense.' with that thought, I ignored the negligible opposition. Choosing to remain still, savoring the intimate exchange.
'Lovers make out aggressively, right?' I recall the romantic media I've consumed in both lives. Shortly after, I raise my hands and grab Bea's cheeks. Pushing our lips closer as I slip my tongue into her mouth.
My wet tongue licked Bea's teeth, beckoning them to open. And picking up my intention, they finally parted. As soon as the barrier was gone, I pushed my tongue inside. Our tongues wrestled, colliding and sliding against each other in an erotic dance. Exchanging fluids at the same time.
Her hand that was holding my cheek changed to my shoulder, pushing me down onto the bed. The bed frame creaking under our combined weight. "Mmm...." I moaned into her mouth. And she did the same, a low grumble escaping her.
A moment later, Bea pulled back, severing our oral connection. A string of saliva bridging our two lips for a second, broken by our gasps for air. I look into Bea's eyes, and they reflected an undeniable hunger in them that had me swallowing my spit in anticipation. 'Haa- I think I like playing pretend lovers...'
"Haah... Fuck. Kuya Mark, where did you-" but before she could finish, I pressed a finger to her lips. "Shhh... Don't call me 'kuya' right now. We're lovers, aren't we? Just... call me by my name, Bea..." I whispered, my voice husky with desire for my pretend lover. 'Since we're just pretending, that kiss doesn't count as my first. I'm still pure. ♥'
Bea's eyes widened, before narrowing into predatorial slits. Her lips curving into a grin reaching her eyes. "Fuck... You're so sexy, Mark..!" she growled. And in one breath, she traveled down, pulling up my tank top past my chest. She eyed my chest, wetting her lips. Without hesitation, she parted her lips and dove right in. Sucking on my right breast while her tongue did circles on my nipple. "Mmm... That feels ni- ICE!?" I gasped mid-sentence. Bea suddenly bit my nipple without warning. Not hard, but enough to have me kicking the sheets. All at once, she's sucking my breast while cycling between licking and biting my nipple. Her left hand fondling my left breast.
My hands find her head, gripping her hair to help me endure this onslaught. "Be- Ah! That's enough! Please!" I begged, but she didn't listen. On the contrary, that seemed to only excite her further. She sucked, licked, and bit harder than before. I tried to push her away, but she refused. Denying my plea. Forcing me to endure this debauched breastfeeding.
Finally, she pulled back, lifting her head. A thin bridge of saliva connecting her lips to my nipple. 'We- We're just pretending. I'm sure this is good practice for Bea...' My chest rising and falling as I collect myself after that pleasurable torture. Bea, on the other hand, hooked her shorts and pulled down, bringing her underwear along with it. And it was only for a moment, but I saw a damp patch on her panties. 'She's wet... Makes sense. After what we did, I too...' I unconsciously rub my thighs together, trying to contain the arousal straining against my clothes.
Bea discarded her lower garments. A white shirt remained as her last piece of clothing. Her bra nonexistent as I can see her nipples peaking through her shirt. She reached out, hand traveling up my body. Past my defiled chest, my lips, and my forehead. Stopping only after grabbing a fistful of my hair. And I instinctively knew what would come next. My mouth salivating as Bea moved her hips, stopping right above my lips. And I could finally see it, meeting my gaze is a woman's most intimate place; her pussy. Staring back at me like it's alive, opening and closing. I swallow my spit, eager to take the next step in our practice.
Finally, Bea lowered her hips, my tongue darting out to meet her. "Ooohh..." a heavy groan escaped her as she pierced herself with my tongue. The muscles inside clamping down on me, almost like it's kissing me. Or would embracing be a better term?
'This little sphere is the clit, right? I remember hearing that this is something I should focus on too.' with that thought, I nestle my nose against Bea's little orb, driving my tongue deeper, as well. "Ough!" Bea yelped. I wish I could have seen the face she made. In this position, my sight could only go as far as the underside of her breasts. 'I want to touch her boobs too... It's not fair only mine got violated.' but that desire will have to wait. My current priority is pleasuring Bea through cunnilingus.
'This is the furthest my porn knowledge goes, so I'm going in blind from here...' as for my first step into completely unknown territory, I chose to press my tongue against the topmost wall. Moving it up and down with as much strength I can, scraping against her inner flesh. 'Wow. Pussies really do have folds inside. They're not as pronounced like in hentai, but they're there.'
"Mmngh!?" Bea moaned, her hands grabbing fistfuls of my hair. It hurts a little, but I don't care. Seeking more friction, Bea began pressing her hips down on me, riding my face. 'Fuck- I have to be careful not to suffocate!' I say internally, yet I couldn't deny the thrill of gasping for air while eating pussy. Her fluids taste a little sour, and slightly acidic. Definitely not fishy like what hentai told me.
"Fuck! Mark! I'm gonna cum! Be a good boy and take it!" Bea yelled, and shortly after a burst of fluids came forth. Spraying into my mouth with power akin to a water gun. "Guughh!" Bea bit back a scream. Her release didn't end with just one, several more came after. Flooding my mouth with her juices, forcing me to desperately swallow it all down while the lack of oxygen made me lightheaded.
And thankfully Bea raised her hips. "Haah!!" I gasped, filling my lungs with much needed oxygen. My face is drenched in her fluids. While I'm catching my breath, I felt a hand gently comb the hair on my side. I look up and see Bea looking fondly at me. "You were amazing, Mark..." she whispered. The gentle caress after the intense face fucking I received felt weird, yet undeniably good. 'The next step should be...' my mind wandered to the next step of our practice. "Bea, could we-"
"Bea! Help me with this!" my father yelled from downstairs. The sudden noise made us flinch. I look at Bea, a conflicted expression on her face, deciding whether to continue or to go downstairs. And I, I want her to stay.
"... Sorry. Let's continue tomorrow, okay?" she whispered, getting off me. I turn my head to see her putting on her discarded garments. Once done, she ran to the door, but stopped at the frame. She looked back, once. Then left.
Blink
"Huh? What was I... Eh?! Why am I wet?!" my face, neck, and chest were undeniably wet. "Did I spill water on myself?? But when??" I wondered, reaching for a towel to wipe off the spill. But I soon noticed another problem. "Eh..? Why am I hard?" I gaze at my lower half, my erection straining against my briefs, a visible bulge in my shorts. "What is happening to me these days? Why do I keep forgetting things randomly?" I ask, searching my memories for an answer. Only to find nothing. It feels like something was there, but it's gone now. "Should I get myself checked out..?"
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