Thereâs a merciful gap, between Korriâs departure and Stellaâs arrival. Enough to take care of certain urges, and wash up before Stella gets here. Youâve changed up; you finally figured out how to get one of those long-sleeved, bare-midriff, high-dĂ©colletage shirts to not look awful on you thanks to Gamerâs Body, so you put on that dark navy top you got ages ago; you kinda wish your stomach was more defined, but it is what it is. Youâve got the same choker you were wearing with Milia on, tight shorts, and these cute blue LED earringsâŠ
You do look a bit good, you think, but is it any cuter than usual? Itâs still Cibele in the mirror, after all.
When Stella arrives at your doorstep, she shakes off her umbrella â another day of heavy rainfall in Southern Sun â and sighs, looking for all the world like sheâd rather be at a funeral than here with you. As ever, sheâs wearing corsets and petticoats and other clothing that seems ill suited to the climate; as ever, you wonder why.
You finally have that chance, but even soâŠ
âUm, hello!â you say, greeting Stella with a deep bow. âNo one else is here, so make yourself at home!â (You half wonder, are they all secretly cheering you on? M-maybe theyâre hoping for loveâŠ)
âSure,â Stella mutters, not meeting you with her gaze. âI didnât think youâd have a giant house like this. Your parents are rich, then?â
You shrug. âThereâs a lot of us here, usually. Some good jobs, sure, but itâs a cooperative effort, you know?â
As she steps past you, delicately removing her shoes and setting her umbrella aside, Stella says nothing. Even with your telepathy, against that sharp hostility, you can sense no conscious thoughtâŠjust an emotion of distaste, and frustration.
And, maybe just one other thing:
âYou look different,â Stella says as she turns to you, narrowing her golden eyes. âDid you do something with your hair?â
Your telepathy confirms what you already could guess â that youâre much, much cuter in her eyes than you were the last time she saw you. Enough to even distract her, if only momentarily, from the fact that she hates your guts!
âŠwell then.
Tempting as it is to tell her you didnât do shit with your hair (itâs not swearing if itâs a direct quote!), you shake your head. âNope! Iâm the same Cibele, you know?â
ââŠright.â Stella turns back around, wandering into the kitchen without a care, trying to dismiss that sensation. If itâs you, it doesnât matter how cute you are â Cibele is Cibele, and Cibele is someone she hates. No matter what.
All that said, if Stellaâs going to act like thatâŠmaybe a bit of turnabout is fair play.
As you guide Stella into the basement storeroom youâve been spending so much time in, the nest of collected digital detritus of console generations and media formats past sitting proudly beneath your TV, you gesture to the couch and the chairs. âSit anywhere you like. You can go first!â
Like you expected, Stella is surprised by the suggestion, but it only makes sense to you. Itâs not on the surface well enough to be read (or maybe you just need to train your Adaptability?), but youâre sure sheâd have been totally on edge if you went first. Besides which, this way, you can get a feel for what Stella thinks works in hypnosis, which means itâll be useful on her to make her associate your words more with âbeing hypnotisedâ.
âIf youâre sure â but donât think Iâll let you get away with anything weird, still, got it? Let me just set up the camera.â Stella slips out of her handbagâŠoh, wow. You havenât seen a standalone action camera in a very long time. Looks kinda old, too. (Maybe Stellaâs a collector? You donât know all her hobbies!) It screws atop the tripod youâve set up just fine, so youâll just trust she knows what sheâs doing with it!
(You had the tripod set up earlier, of course, to film your first time with Korri. ForâŠfor completely innocent reasons. Honest.)
âBut, I think â um, before we start. Iâve been told the most important part of hypnosis is trust!â You fidget a bit â despite all your new talents, none of this can prepare you for your nerves. You donât mind being subject to Stellaâs words, but even so, you need to satisfy your anxieties a little. âDo youâŠdo you trust me, Stella?â
Stella sighs, but she doesnât even blink as she replies to you, checking the camera. âI trust you not to sabotage my grades, and in exchange, you trust I wonât sabotage yours. Prisonerâs dilemma.â
Huh. That makes sense! Stella may be mean to you, but sheâs no idiot. Itâs in her best interest to be nice to you for the duration of this project, such that Ms. Yi will not tank her grades, valuable as they are to her. Sheâs a noble, so a scholarship shouldnât be entirely necessaryâŠbut maybe she wants to be a bit self-reliant, or she needs that extra boost to get into the program she desires most. And Ms. Yiâs right; Stella does need to learn how to put her personal feelings aside, and she knows it too.
She seemsâŠ
conflicted.
What is it, that Stella Maris is hiding?
You shouldnât dismiss Stellaâs talents. Stella may obsess over her grades, but they happen to be extremely good, with only Psychology as a black mark â and indeed, Psychology is the only place you get to beat her. (Not that you like treating school as a competition; it feels so needlessly cruelâŠ) Ms. Yi has said this is Stellaâs area of interest when it comes to her ambitions to become a therapist, so you expect sheâs going to do quite well â not as well as you can, but given the fact that youâre cheating, sheâs earned it all the more.
âAre you ready, Cibele?â Stella quickly chugs down a bit of a glass sheâs left for herself. You can feel the hostility toward you, through her telepathy, but her voice is smooth and secure; you suspect Ms. Yiâs worries are a bit unfounded. âIf you are, please lie down, and get comfortable for me.â
But, really. When sheâs turning on her âtherapist modeâ and not trying to remind you constantly how she despises your very presence? Itâs like, night and day when Stella isnât trying to be a witch! Sheâs actually pretty charming, when sheâs not pricklyâŠyouâve seen it before when sheâs with others, of course, but hearing it directly is something else.
No wonder Stellaâs so popular. Even if the rumors about, um, her sexual prowess arenât trueâŠyou can imagine that for anyone but you, simply being around her is a joy.
(âŠso, why you?)
As you lie down on your comfy couch, as instructed, you smile as sweetly as you can up at Stella, whose overall confusion over the situation of your enhanced cuteness seems to be a great asset to you. And Stella stands over you, blonde ringlets barely held out of place of her eyes; she gets out her phone, andâŠ
âŠa spiral? Really?
ââŠitâs just a visual aid,â Stella mutters, as if half in apology.
Yep, looking at her phone, itâs some kind of spiral animation app, and at the very least a good one. Spirals arenât really inherently hypnotic, of course, any more than a pendulum or a stopwatch is. Itâs more a memetic association, one which can be useful â but no more so than anything else you can use as a focus, with the right subject.
âPlease, breathe deeply for me, Cibele,â Stella says, her own voice taking on that gentle, yet authoritative tone. Her malice is pushed aside, in favor of professionalism and pride; that, at least, is something she cares about more than pushing you away. âWhen I tell you to breathe in, breathe in. When I tell you to breathe out, breathe out.â
You nod, already trying to slow your breathing. âOkay.â
âAlright, Cibele. Follow my words, okay? Breathe inâŠâ You breathe deeply in at Stellaâs instruction, holding the air in your lungs.
ââŠand out.â You exhale for Stella, all the air in your lungs expelled, and hold it that way. Just a little air hunger, and thenâŠ
âInâŠâ Inhale.
ââŠand out.â Exhale.
âTime your breathing like that, okay?â You nod, slowly, as you listen to Stellaâs instructions. âNow, watch the spiral, Cibele.â
You focus your eyes on the spiral pattern, when Stella draws your attention to it. Itâs more of a fractal, really. Quite pleasing, quite prettyâŠwell, Stella has an eye for that kind of thing. Youâve learned a lot about Stella in your attempts to understand her. She loves music, as much as you â thatâs the reason you wanted to get to know her in the first place. She has a deep interest in fashion design of all kinds (which makes her heavy style of dress all the stranger). Sheâs got Buddhist tendencies, and often speaks of meditation and putting aside her temptation; more than once, sheâs helped pull people away from unhealthy distractions. She knows tea ceremony, and loves coffee, and cookingâŠshe has so much passion, Stella is just, as amazing a person as Calvina is in her own way â someone who puts her all into everything she does. Even something like this, something sheâs only doing out of obligation to further her real goal.
âŠif only her passion could be for you. If only her eyes would turn your way.
âInâŠâ In. ââŠand out.â Out. âWatching the spiral. Focusing on the spiral. As you breathe in relaxation, and breathe out tension.â
âŠmmmâŠmaybe Stellaâs had hypnotherapy before? this seemsâŠwoahâŠkinda like something like thatâŠ
âWatching the spiral. Focusing on the spiral. Letting your tension drain away. Letting yourself focus only on the spiral.â
âŠmaybe itâs because youâre helping the process along with your knowledge, butâŠmm. you think youâre getting hypnotised. you think your body is growing heavier under her words, even if youâre helping. stella isâŠquite good, you think.
âThatâs good. Body relaxing. Mind relaxing. Focused. Relaxed.â
stella proceeds like that, bringing you further, drawing your focus into her. itâs not exceptionally deep, youâre still in control. but itâs enough. itâll satisfy ms. yi, at least. stella seems surprised, tooâŠwhy? sheâs not badâŠmm. youâre better, but youâre cheating. stellaâs amazingâŠ
stella leads you down, counts you down. ââŠand one. Completely entranced.â
maybe not as completely as she hopesâŠbut it feels nice.
being hypnotised feels kinda nice tooâŠyou donât want anyone to really be in control of you like future-past-you wants, not really, butâŠmaybe if itâs someone you trust completely, or already controlâŠ?
you think of how hot korri looked, when entranced, and you consider: you probably look super hot right now.
âDoes it feel good, Cibele?â
you nod.
stella bites her lipâŠmn. canâtâŠskim her like this. gottaâŠfocus on her âAlright. Cibele, Iâm going to ask you something. Is that okay?â
you nod.
âCibeleâŠwhat kind of person do you want to be?â
âmm. wanna beâŠthe kind of person people listen to.â thatâsâŠtrue.
âWhat kind of things do you want to do?â
âwannaâŠwanna help people.â you manage to compartmentalize the stuff you shouldnât say to her, the bad thoughts, about how you would help them with your power. âwanna make people happy, wanna spread good ideas and thoughts. wanna help the people i love. wanna make the world a better place.â
stella pauses, for a moment. you can see in her eyes a strange feeling. is it really that strangeâŠ? that you wanna help? youâve said as much beforeâŠ
it takes her a little to ask you her last question.
âWhy are youâŠwhy areâŠwhyâŠâ stella is trying so hard to be nice, but you can tell she doesnât want to be, in this moment. âWhy are youâŠso nice to people all the time? So nice to me?â
(âeven though iâm a bitch to youâ, she doesnât say.)
âwhyâŠshouldnât i be nice?â you smile, brightly, showing your passion to the girl you love. âmm. the world is such an awful place sometimesâŠpeople are so mean to one another, all the time, every day. being niceâŠbeing kindâŠit means so much. if i can make someone smileâŠâ
you donât need to lie. youâd have told her when you were conscious, if she ever asked. does sheâŠdoes she really not trust people? does she really think you need some kind of ulterior motive? what an awful life she must leadâŠ
you wish you could hug her.
ââŠI see. Thank you for answering my questions, Cibele.â
âof courseâŠâ you want to hug her, and kiss her, and tell her everythingâs alrightâŠ
âNow, Iâm going to count you up from 1 to 10, and when I reach 10âŠâ
âŠStella counts you up, but you barely need the count. Youâre easily able to pull yourself back into consciousness, thanks to your knowledge.
âWake up, Cibele,â Stella says at last, clapping her hands loudly, but by that point youâre already well out of trance. You nod and smile to her as you sit up, rubbing your eyes and yawning to get the last of your âsleepinessâ out. Stella goes to her action camera and stops the recording, removing it from the tripod and replacing it with your phone clip once more.
Stella didnât try to do anything with you under trance, butâŠyou did say something she didnât expect. (And you donât need your telepathy to tell that, either.)
Did she think ill of you? Perhaps, that you were only kind to her to get to know her? That you were that kind of personâŠyou canât really blame her for thinking that, but to think that she got such a warped image of you still makes you the slightest bit sad.
âThatâŠthat should do well enough for my grade, Cibele, thank you,â Stella says, barely a whisper.
IndeedâŠgiven the advanced topic, youâre sure Ms. Yi would give Stella a great grade even though she didnât go into more depth, especially since Stella did a lot of relaxation exercises in the process.
âŠand Stella averts her gaze from you, unable to know what to think, unable to dive right into the second half of this assignment â still needing to lead herself up to trusting you with that. âL-letâs take a break. Can I have some more water before we continue?â
(Stella really canât look you in the eye after that, huh?)
âOf course!â You flash a peace sign, and Stella canât even muster any snark â youâre able to quickly nip up to the kitchen to refill both your glasses. You can be happy the first half of the assignment was successful, and you didnât say anything too weird that made her question this (or you). Thatâs a big win!
(Itâs justâŠwas it really that odd?)
(What kind of world does Stella reside in, that your honesty shakes her so?)
As you pop back down the stairs and pass Stella her ice water, you can see just how shaken she really is. Now that youâve proven yourself to her, Stella seems to be deeply conflicted by your words, by your honest desire. Even when you Skim her with your telepathy, the sharpness, the hostility is no longer what it was before. Stella really didnât believe you were just nice because you were nice, rather than trying to lie or manipulate people with it, or whatever other reason she might have to believe what you believe.
Without saying a word, Stella takes a drink, and swallows heavily. Trying to process her feelings â trying to process herself. Scared, of the gap between what she assumed and what she saw; eyes glancing over at you nervously, as she tries to muster up those same defenses she had before. Hedgehogâs dilemma, huh?
Right now, that feeling of wanting to trust you â even if only a little bit â itâs quiet. Itâs fragile. Stella could so easily fall back into old habits. If only something could be done to help her â
âŠ
âŠwait.
That little sense, that small little sense of how your Suggestion works, lights up a little within your mind. As if the imagined librarian youâve invented to explain the nature of your power is justâŠnudging you and giving a little hint.
A Suggestion is a request that the subject, the target, of that spell would allow herself to fulfill. What you did with Percy suggest itâs something she might not necessarily do even if she wants to, for any number of reasons â as if youâre simply peeling away the layers of hesitation and protection we all wrap ourselves within to keep from doing what we know is best.
Stellaâs eyes glance back at you. Her mind is still silent, no surface words for you to grasp, and yet you can feel something threatening to drag her back down. As you can feel that she doesnât want to be the kind of person sheâs been. As she needs, so badly, someone to tell her that itâs okay, to trust someoneâŠ
It might be a little teensy bit unethical, butâŠif itâs something like this, can you really say no? Poor Stella really does need to believe someone is kind; if itâs a power like this, isnât this so much a better use of it than what future-past-you has wanted?
(Itâs not on camera right now, so it should be fineâŠMs. Yi will just think Stella was truly convinced rather than just sorta halfway. Itâs not like you can tell youâre using such a powerâŠ)
Stellaâs gaze catches yours as you drink the waterâŠand right then and there, you decide.
You look Stella in the eyes, your brown meeting her gold. And as your lips part, ever so slightly â you feel the world, the air around you, shift as your Suggestion upon Stellaâs mind. You donât need words, this time. As your pressure reaches out, to caress that prickly, overprotective brain of hers, andâŠsoften it. Just a little. Just in this one moment, to change a part of Stella for the better, so she can love again.
Stellaâs pupils dilate, in a moment that feels like it lasts forever â a moment that feels so wonderful, as you directly make contact with Stellaâs beautiful mind â and after that forever, she blinks, a faint sense of confusion coming over her through your telepathy. Smoothed over, if only just; as if youâd blunted those spines, enough to allow yourself to reach deeper into her beautiful brain.
Itâs natural enough, though, that she interprets it as an extension of her own feelings:
âŠwhat if Cibeleâs not lying?
That Stella is merely coming to ârealizeâ youâre not lying, and truly do believe what you say â and now, trying to process what that means for her.
You smile, a little, despite yourself, as you sip your own glass of water.
Itâs not going to be a simple process, you think â or at least, you guess, not knowing your full potential, nor what your hypnosis can do with your crush, Stella Maris â
but you feel confident, that there is one thing you can ask of her.
ââŠdo you need a hug, Stella?â
Stella blinks, the shock obvious on her face â but she mutters âsureâ before she can think to refuse, her need for comfort in this confusion overriding the rest of her thoughts. As she considers, for once:
maybe, Cibele isnât so bad.
You wrap your arms right around Stella, and squeeze her tight, feeling her warmth, her wonder, all in your arms, in your hands. Even if itâs not something like âloveâ, maybe this is enough?
You really, really hope you can help Stella.
ââŠright,â Stella mutters, pulling away from the hug the moment she feels itâs appropriate. You can tell she feels at least a little good about it, or at least sheâs confused that she allowed it or didnât hate it. The confusion might help your trance, but you do hope she wonât be confused by kindness much longerâŠ
âMaybe we should have a coffee first?â she offers, and immediately Stella tries to restore some of her sharper edge â tries to put her defenses back up, even getting a smug grin on her face. (Still, thatâs not a scowl â itâs progress!) âMake us cafe da. Iâm sure someone like you can handle something like that, no?â
Okay, that was tsundere. Seems like a reaction to the confusion, butâŠit seems like a new development. One thatâs a result of your Suggestion and your honesty â and it suggests youâre making a big impact already!
âOf course! My siblings all say I make the best coffee, Iâll go geââ
bzzt-bzzt
âOh, sorry, thatâs my phone!â You quickly reach onto the table as the ringtone goes off â
âȘ We are / Iâve come apart and you made me
â and Stellaâs head whips toward the spontaneous music as if sheâd heard a fire alarm go off! âWhaââ
âOlĂĄ!â you say as you answer the call, even as your eyes swing toward Stella, because you could just feel that sense of psychic stress coming off her, without even needing to actively look for it. You talk with one of your little sisters about what theyâre bringing home for dinner (itâs southern fried seitan!)âŠbut your eye catches Stellaâs, and you seek out why.
Of course. Of course it had to be that. The minute I start thinking I shouldnât look at her like Iâm seeing Marinaâs ghost, I hear that song, and it has to be Marinaâs cover, too â
No.
No way.
No, no way. Gotta, gotta turn around just in case! Gotta ask about how momâs doing, eheh, gotta not show any evidence you just read Stellaâs mind and discovered something amazing.
Stella Maris â the Stella you know, the Stella who seems rather ordinary for someone so extraordinary â is the ex-girlfriend, is the ex of Marina fudging Arisa, the number one independent idol of the future of Southern Sun?! That Marina? The one whose concert you missed that day you had a fateful encounter with a truck, the one where she opened for one of her number one musical inspirations, the one who wrote the song she covered and youâve set as your ringtone for those rare occasions you actually need a phone call? That Marina? Cerulean-haired artificial idol Marina, who Stella broke up with years ago, and Stella couldâve even given Marina that name â
no, no, focus. This isnât something to freak out about. This isâŠ
this is something to make use of, you think, as you talk to your family on the phone, and begin to wonder, just how it is you might grasp Stellaâs head in your handsâŠ
One phone call, and two cafe da later, you come down and place the cups on the table. Stella sips hers, trembling ever so faintly, and you Skim her as she does, to see if that incident with Marinaâs voice and song has undone your Suggestion â
âŠfuck. Itâs really good.
â apparently not, thankfully! Not yet, anyway. And coffeeâs not the only thing youâre good at, of course; you quietly smile to yourself, forgetting your guilt for just a moment as you imagine just, how good itâll feel with StellaâŠ
So, you begin your own recording for Ms. Yiâs assignment; placing your phone on the tripod cradle, making sure the videoâs framed properly, then pressing record. While you were upstairs, you grabbed your tablet reader and downloaded that fractal-spiral app Stella used, which you are now setting up as Stella gives you a skeptical glare.
Oh, to be sure, you try your best to be a good person. But that doesnât mean youâre not above playing a trick from time to time, or fighting dirty if you have to. If it doesnât hurt anyone, or itâs for the greater goodâŠand you think helping Stella not hate herself or others is definitely a situation of the âgreater goodâ.
So youâre going to beat Stella at her own game. Youâre going to show you why it is Ms. Yi is so fond of you.
ââŠI canât believe youâre using the same trick I used on you,â Stella mutters, looking utterly unconvinced as she settles into the couch, placing down her cup. âItâs not going to work so easily when I just did itâŠor are you really that unoriginal?â Getting up on the defensive again, but â
youâve got this. You can pull Stella in, with the talent future-past-you has granted you.
You hold the phone up over your mouth, just below your eyes, and look into Stellaâs own. âThatâs right, Stella. Looking at the spiral wonât hypnotise you, right?â That same voice again, powerful, authoritative, so different from your nerves and your hesitation.
ââŠright,â Stella says, clearly not knowing where youâre going with this, even as her eyes are drawn to the tablet.
âThatâs right. Looking at the spiral wonât hypnotise you. So you donât have to look at the spiral. You can just listen to my words, and not look at the spiral, and you wonât be hypnotised.â
âIâŠhuhâŠ?â
âYou donât want to be hypnotised by the spiral, right? So just listen to my words. Think of my words. Think of my words, donât look at the spiral, donât get hypnotised. Because you donât want to be hypnotised.â
ââŠdonât wantâŠ?â
âThatâs right. You donât want to be hypnotised, so you wonât be hypnotised. You donât want to look at the spiral, so you wonât look at the spiral. And if you donât want to be hypnotised, you wonât realize youâre already being hypnotised, and youâre already sinking.â
âsinkingâ
âYou wonât realize youâre already sinking, and youâve been sinking since I started talking to you, Iâve been hypnotising you this entire time, and with each of my words, you sink further, deeper, because you know exactly how it feels. Donât you, Stella?â
âyesâ
âYou know exactly how it feels to be hypnotised, so you know how to prevent it. You know if you didnât want to be hypnotised, you wouldnât be. So you must want to be hypnotised.â
ââŠyesâŠâ
âThatâs good. Sinking for me. Sinking for my words. Sinking deeper and deeper with my words. No need for a spiral, just my voice. No need to think, just sink.â
âno need to thinkâ
âSink.â
âsinkâ
âŠwoah.
What the heck did you just do?
It came naturally to you. Not the technique, but the attitude â not simply something your library gave you, but you, yourself. JustâŠdoing it like thatâŠit was so natural, so nice, so good. And StellaâŠ
Stella is slumped on the couch, eyes hazily focused on the spiral, mouth hanging open, legs splayed. Drooling. You can get a haze of shock, of desire, even faint â c-could that be arousal? C-could it beâŠ?
YouâŠkinda want to check if sheâs wet, but that would almost certainly cause the trance to be broken and a bunch of other bad things, so you file that under âBad Thoughtsâ for a later date.
Either way, Stellaâs definitely done this before. Maybe casually, online, maybe with a partnerâŠonce again the people around you have a greater interest in such things than you could have imagined. (Or, did future-past-you get told by Ms. Yi? Was she, herself, temptedâŠ?)
Youâre sure you can imagine Stella and one of her partners doing such things, maybe even Marina from all those years ago â no! Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts! Youâve got a subject right here, focus on her instead!
You guide Stella further, whisper to her as she sinks, as you see her legs spead more, her lips part more, her everything just â just in awe, because of your increased Charisma (and you cannot deny any longer that she finds you cuter, hotter, sexier now), able to Skim to use her own thoughts and desires against her mind as those prickly defenses quickly become no impediment to your will. Unlike Korri, Stella has a much more extensive idea of what hypnosis âisâ, though itâs certainly broad enough for you to do whatever you wish.
You can also feel the sexual desire beneath her, dampened by her negative feelings toward you, but buoyed by the fact that those feelings are changing from your Suggestion and increased Charisma. That Stellaâs feelings, for you, are changing.
Sheâs in a volatile state, right now. That can be exploited.
âŠfudge, you arenât a great person sometimes. But, if itâs StellaâŠ
ââŠStella Maris,â you say, adopting the authority youâve come to realize she responds to. That she wishes for, deep in her heart. âHow do you feel?â
âdeep,â she practically drools out. Fudge, sheâs justâŠsheâs so sexy. Her dress canât hide her curves, her voice, her talent, sheâs just â sheâs so amazing, and sheâs yours, if only for a time, deep for your wordsâŠ
âDoes it feel good to be deep?â you ask, just skirting the edges of Ms. Yiâs instruction for therapeutic trance only. (No matter how badly you want to cross that line.)
âyes,â Stella breathes.
âWill you allow me to ask you something, Stella?â
âyesâ
âŠif itâs like this, thereâs only one thing you can ask.
ââŠwhy do you hate me so much?â Even if she doesnât so much anymore, itâs still an important question if you want to change her opinion â one that, if it were anyone but Ms. Yi watching, the Ms. Yi you trust implicitly, youâd never dare to ask.
ââŠjustâŠyouâre always so nice to everyone all the time,â she says. âeven people who were mean to you just a few years ago, or are mean to you. or people who donât deserve it, or strangers. as long as they say sorry. ItâŠit pissed me offâŠâ
âDoes it not anymore?â
ââŠdunno yet.â
Well, itâs a start.
It seems kind ofâŠalmost petty. Hating someone for being âtoo niceâ. Is that the world Stellaâs lived in? Is that the world in her mind?
Changing itâŠmaybeâŠmaybe it is helping her. MaybeâŠ
Maybe you can forgive yourself, if itâs this.
ââŠis there anything you want, Stella? How do you want others to see you?â Youâre sure sheâs got some objective with how she acts, how she wears her feelings on her sleeve, how she tries to project herself.
âwanna be respectedâŠwanna be seen as a proper noble. donât want anyone to think otherwise. i want the authority i deserveâŠâ
âŠthose words are vague. But they open up the truth. Within her mindâs eye, when you ask that, you can see her grasping the true shape of her desire â and what it is she fears.
Stellaâs a noble, of course. You knew that. You figured she was at Verwest because it was one of the best schools, money or otherwise; twenty years ago, people would come to Verwest from as far as Old England to study. ButâŠ
But Stellaâs not rich. Far from it, in fact.
Itâs not a story thatâs well-known outside the jet set, it seems, but the value of the Maris land â that which gave them a ânobleâ title on the establishment of Southern Sun â crashed rapidly in Stellaâs childhood, with estimates of how long the shores of the islands would last before being swallowed beneath the rising tide quickly proving overly optimistic. Stella isnât just ânot richâ â sheâs significantly less well off than your family is, working part time simply to make ends meet.
Stella fell in love with a girl from another ânobleâ family â truly, madly, deeply â but one fatal misunderstanding, and Stella was not only alone, but doomed to obscurity foreverâŠunless she took her studies seriously.
You, yourself, a reflection of something like âhopeââŠsomething Stella could never allow herself to have again.
So bitter, so hurt. You never imagined Stella carried such a pain inside her, so well she hid her wounds â the only outward sign her manner of dress, as if daring the world to deny her a place in itâŠand the passion with which she pursued her studies, that she might prove to the world sheâs worthy of its love.
But you can help her. Sheâs not alone anymore.
ââŠdoes it make you happy, though?â you ask, after processing all those Skimmed images in a single moment.
ââŠhuhâŠ?â
âTrying to project this authority, trying to be powerful, trying to make sure no one sees the real you.â (ThatâŠshould be something you could have just inferred. Hopefully neither Stella nor Ms. Yi notices.) âDoesnât that push people away from you?â
ââŠdoes itâŠ?â Stella blinks, hesitantly. As you try to speak to her, within something that resembles her soul, deep within hypnotic trance.
âPeople should like you for what you are. Who you are. What you want, what you need, what you think and desire.â After all, you do. For all that you had that childish conception Stella might have a crush on you, it wasnât for nothing that you had such feelings for her. Physical attraction alone isnât just what you wanted, it wasâŠmore.
If she was rejected, even by such an amazing person, itâs not her failing, is it? Not when it was never her actions in the first place.
You almost want to cry, for the sake of Stellaâs pain.
But you donât.
ââŠi donât understandâŠâ she whispers.
âItâs okay, Stella. Iâm here for you. Would you like me to hold your hand?â
You think, for a moment, sheâs going to refuse you.
But she doesnât.
ââŠokay.â
You reach out, and take Stellaâs hand in yours. You lower the tablet, and smile, squeezing that warm hand tightly.
Stella smiles back â the brightest expression youâve ever seen her give you.
Youâve done so much for herâŠ
âYou can be loved, you deserve love, and itâs okay to be loved.â
âokay.â
You hold her hand like that, for a little while. Youâre sure Ms. Yi will be more than satisfied. But, you need to do this for your own sake, tooâŠ
And the feelings are mixed up enough that you can still exploit them.
âIâm going to help you, Stella. Iâm going to give you a trance trigger. Is that okay?â
Skimming reveals her reluctance, butâŠyour progress is enough to let her relent. âokay.â
âCan you repeat after me?â
âmhm.â
You brush Stellaâs hand with your fingers, to help keep the words from hitting her the wrong way. âIf we sink, we lift our love.â
Stella canât know that youâve Skimmed her. Only the briefest sensation of hesitation, before even her subconscious realizes you could never know the truth of that association, of that song Marina loved and sang for her â and remembers the good memories, too, of the one she loved. âif we sink, we lift our loveâŠâ
All those associations she has, youâre now using them for your benefit. For her benefit. Because youâre helping her.
(âŠmaybe if you say that enough, youâll believe it.)
âWhen I tell you âIf we sinkâ, I want you to sayâŠâ
âwe lift our love.â
âExactly. And you will sink. Just like you have now. If we sinkâŠâ
âwe lift our love.â
Stella smiles. Youâve managed to flow around the negative associations, and toward the positive ones â the positive memories of love, of desire, of shared moments and erotic thoughts. Not to mention her personal interests. All of it tied together to you, to your power over her.
(You really are cheating, huh?)
You can already tell, that sheâs got an anxiety about what sheâll think when she resurfaces, but you decide to push a little further. (Ms. Yi wonât mind, right?) âAlright, Stella, you can forget this trance if you wish. You can let your worries melt.â
âokay.â You can tell Stellaâs kind of relieved by the idea. Sheâs not sure what her conscious mind will thinkâŠpoor girl.
âGood girl,â you slip in, and Stella smiles. (Okay, that was on purpose.) âLetâs wake you up now, okay?â
âOkayâŠâ
The smile on her face, on her beautiful hypnotised face, is so perfect, that you almost regret having to stop. You count Stella up, and as you clap, she blinks, and blushes a little. Seems she didnât forget all of it~!
âHow do you feel, Stella?â you ask, suddenly nervous that her conscious mind might have a negative reaction. Stella looks down at herself, and your telepathy reveals a complex blend of emotions â positive, but conflicted. An entire world has unraveled for her under your words and voice, and she doesnât know what to thinkâŠ
Stellaâs notâŠhateful or disgusted, though. You can tell that youâve helped lift a burden from her â helped her, in some small way, see a world of kindness as something that doesnât need to be responded to with rejection.
YouâveâŠyouâve helped someone even if youâre not entirely innocent or pure about it, you can still be happyâŠ
âIâmâŠIâm okay,â Stella whispers, trying to downplay things. âYou wereâŠyou were surprisingly kind.â
âI just want to help,â you say, flashing a peace sign at Stella!
(âŠokay, thatâs a lie. You wanted to, and still want to, do so much more than simply âhelpâ.)
âI see. WellâŠâ Your subject brushes herself off â as if sheâs trying to dust the cobwebs from her mind â even as sheâs unable to entirely give up on her pride in just one day. Or, maybeâŠâThat was surprisingly alright. AndâŠâ
âAnd?â You giggle a bit, unable to keep from the giddy, warm feeling you get from being able to show Stella what you are, being able to connect with her, being able to show her a new worldâŠ
âA-and perhaps I wouldnât mind repeating the experience.â
!
A-ah, really?! Such a powerful turnaround already? Is it your Charisma? Is it your skills? Is it just being able to show Stella a new side of you!? Y-you donât know how to take it, your cheeks are redâŠ
âIf you like,â you say, laughing nervously, even as you flash a peace sign. âCibele Epeli Imanis, hypnotherapist, is here for you!â
Stella says nothing in return, but she picks up her coffee and sips, as if to find the wordsâŠ
ââŠthe coffee is good, by the way.â
âŠthat might be the most honest Stella has been in years.
And this is just with your opening skills.
What can you do with more�
âWell, there is one more thing I should do,â you say. I-it might be a bit much, butâŠyou canât very well install a trigger and not test it, right?
âHmph. I need to get home soon, butâŠâ Somehow, Stella canât resist. âMaybe a small something wouldnât hurt.â
You smile at your subject. At the one youâve changed, youâve helped.
(The one you want, so badly, so deep in your core.)
âIf we sink ââ
ââ we lift our love,â Stella says, and her eyes go blank. Her lips part. Her legs spread. As if youâd cut her strings.
Fffffuuuuuuuuuc-er, fudge thatâs hot.
Stellaâs back in trance, andâŠand sheâs so sexy, and sheâs so vulnerable, and you can feel the feelings toward you growing more and moreâŠfond? Itâs like youâve made a 180, and by tying yourself to previous crushes and lusts and fetishes, youâve becomeâŠappealing?
âŠno.
Not just âappealingâ.
As your telepathic touch reaches for Stella, the spines part for your âhandâ, and you can feel a sense of desire. Sheâs dated, and slept with, plenty of women over the past few years â but her emotions have always been closed, like this, and someone like youâŠ.physically, emotionally, mentally, youâve become someone she wants.
Ba-thump.
ââŠare you attracted to me, Stella Maris?â you ask, bringing your voice back to hypnotic authority.
ââŠiâŠâ Stella sways, a little, in her tranced state. ââŠyou somehowâŠi donât know how, but youâre so much cuter than you were last week, andâŠand maybe youâre actually as nice as you act, youâre not just trying toâŠprojectâŠand now i wonder if you have girlfriends of your own, andâŠâ
Ba-thump.
âI donât,â you say.
ââŠreally?â
âReally.â
Stella justâŠstares into space some more. Her lips are slightly parted, such a pretty glossy pink, and they look so soft. Stella is utterly entranced, under your thrall, so sexy. So lovely. So perfect.
You want to kiss her. You want, to take this moment, to take this single moment and reach her. You know you shouldnât, no matter how much she in this moment is thinking the same thing â no matter how, in her mind, she wonders, if everything she knew before was wrong, if she might want to touch you, and do more â
Fudge.
You canât help it. You canât help it at all. Her mind pulses with the possibilities of your Charisma-enhanced beauty, of the truths youâve revealed to her, of what you did to her mind so effortlessly â
and your lips meet hers.
Lips against lips, for the briefest of moments. Sheâs so soft, her lips are soft, her cheeks are soft, her everything is amazing. Stella Maris, the girl youâve wanted so much, is here, being kissed, by you.
Hypnotised like this, she canât do much but allow it. Enough for you to taste her, your tongue settling along the taste left upon her lips and tongue, andâŠyouâŠ
you just had your first kiss!
With a hypnotised girl!
âŠthatâŠyouâd never thought about it, but that seems like an amazing first kissâŠ
You pull away, after a moment. Your breath is hot, and your body is filled with desire â
but youâre unable to bring yourself to do anything more. Not like this. Not without asking her, talking to her. Even this was too much, even this was, no matter how warm the feelings within you are â
ââŠwake up, Stella,â you whisper, so quiet you arenât even sure she can hear, as you tremble with the realization of what youâve done.
And Stella wakes up, immediately.
She doesnât get startled and jump back, or yell at you for doing this to her, or anything like that. The possibility doesnât even occur to her.
Instead, she justâŠtouches her lips. Touches where you kissed her. You, Cibele Epeli Imanis, the girl she â only a short while ago â hated completely and utterly.
The air fills with silence, but itâs easy to see her thoughts.
No hatred. No desire to push away. Only confusing, a bit of fear, and not knowing whether she could ever go back to the way things were.
And after a moment, Stella justâŠlooks aside, and retrieves her camera and phone to her purse. Trying to avert her gaze, yet her face is filled with a blush, and her thoughts keep looping back around toward the kiss. Your kiss. Your kiss as she allowed herself to be entranced, and couldnât even bring herself to push away, even as she never asked â even as you saw that desire in her mind, and wordlessly answered it without thinking.
ââŠsorry. Itâs late. And your family will be here soon, right?â Stella says. âIâllâŠ
âIâll see you in class, okay?â
ââŠokay.â You find yourself touching your own lips, hesitantly, with your fingertips.
Stella gives you one last look, brow furrowed, as if she should try and remember what she felt of you before â
but she just walks away. Out of the basement, out of the house. Without saying another word.
Leaving you alone, as you touch your hand to your lips, still tinged with the taste of Stella Maris, and finally realize just how many lines youâve crossed, all at once, without even considering whether you should. As your desires overtook you, completely, and you let it happen.
WhatâŠ
what did you do?
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For your achievement of your first kiss, you have gained 1 Universal skill point!
Cibele Epeli Imanis
???: The Hypnogamer (Brilliant Star)
Vitality: 1
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 1
Intelligence: 2
Adaptability: 1
Charisma: 2
Skill Points: 1
Gamer System v1.0, all rights reserved
Missing modules: Observe, Level, Skill, Book, Quest, Experience
Her dess canât hide her curves
Typo, I presume: dess => dress
It's a subtle reference to Symphogear, I swear!
(no, not really, fixed)
As much as prying into the controversy deterred me at first, the emotional investment of these last two chapters put this story at the top of my list for hypnotic wholesomeness.
Trust is more powerful and involved than anything that can be put into words. For the sake of those brave enough to try, thank you for the chapter.
Are the crossed out sections no longer applicable, or is that a spoiler of some kind?
Crossed-out segments in the system text relate to things that are present within the system, but Cibele can't consciously perceive.
Get all the achievements!
WhatâŠ
what did you do?
The real question is: Are you going to show the trigger test to Ms. Yi?
Is there an option?
I think if she admits guilt charismatically, she'll get away with with a scolding from Ms. Yi, possibly with an impact on her grade. And then there's whatever Stella demands as compensation. Which could be several dinner dates and a kiss while she's awake. You never know.
But that's at least Monday. There's still the weekend, so there may be cuties to meet.
@Marmot On the other hand...
âI guess I can check those books out, at least, but Iâm really kind of nervous about it.â
âAbout what? Having Stella at your mercy?â
!
D-did she just say what you think â
âJust kidding.â
Thanks for the chapter!
I trust you not to sabotage my grades, and you not to sabotage mine
She's saying the same thing twice here.
whyâŠshouldnât i be nice?â
Sentence missing capitalization
The former is a gaffe I make rather frequently - mixing up subjects and objects a lot. I'll fix it in a moment!
The latter, however, is deliberate. Hypnotised states tend to be represented in my writing with limited capitalization, to better represent the effects of trance through the medium of text.
@queenfiona Thank you for mentioning the capitalization. It gave me something to read for and a clearer understanding of the hypnosis segments. It's funny how Cibele's conscious mind (we're told) starts talking that way while she's under.
âŠmmmâŠmaybe Stellaâs had hypnotherapy before? this seemsâŠwoahâŠkinda like something like thatâŠ
And for some reason this paragraph sounds a bit like she's on her favorite drug.
@Marmot In a way, maybe she is!
Tsundere, with the tsun powered by a misconception. Misconception sufficiently challenged, but Cibele is not one to color between the lines, is she?
"Lines are boring, kissing is awesome!" - Cibele, probably?