Thursday, May 13th, Reiwa 42.
Itâs no surprise that youâre getting a lot of glances tossed your way today, per Nazakawa-kunâs gossip. An average-looking troublemaker like you became a beauty, and has other beauties going the extra mile to get noticed by you? Youâd want to hear all about it, if it were someone else! What Rita did is straight out of an anime, and Irmaâs quiet and soft determinationâŚ
Screw future-past-you! You donât need to brainwash girls at all, apparently! Which raises a lot of questions about future-past-you, which you are very stridently not answering with the simple conclusion that she wants to brainwash girls.
(âŚhow did it go again? Some of them want to use you, some of them want to get used by youâŚ)
âItâs easy to consider oneâs enemies monstrous. Itâs only human.â Seul-ki draws on the smartboard as she continues todayâs lecture, and you diligently take your notes. âOf course, human beings are driven by the same desires; to simplify this, weâll say that humans seek to fulfill their values, and humans tend to share similar notions of value.â
Anyway, none of that really matters to you, right now. Youâve got your study date today, finally! You found a time, you found a room (thanks, Korri!), youâre all set! Youâll be alone with Stella, and helping her succeed, helping her achieve her dreams of escaping her circumstances, getting into a good university, and becoming a therapist! And really, thatâs enough for youâŚ
(right?)
âItâs really quite simple â your enemies are human beings, just like you. You can only be enemies in relative terms. But this is an easy lesson, and honestly something of a tautology! Even so, and I realize this phrasing might be showing my age, I had to tell you that story in order to tell you this one.â
You look back toward Stella, and wave at her, grinning brightly. The girl with golden eyes has been staring a hole into the back of your head all day, but the moment your gaze meets hers, she turns away with a blush.
Honestly, itâs kinda cute.
âBack when I was still considering clinical practice, I was observing interviews with a certain patient who grew up in an enclave of Old America. That the patient grew up with beliefs we would consider reprehensible is unsurprising. That the patient would say hateful things about the vulnerable, in the name of âdark humorâ, is equally unsurprising.â
You keep running through scenarios for your date in your mind. Youâre wondering, if youâll confess, and sheâll accept your feelings, and youâll kiss with fingers entwinedâŚor, maybe itâs more like, sheâll confess, and apologise, and youâll forgive her with a kissâŚ
(You push aside any thoughts of anything further. E-even if youâve heard rumors about Stella getting caught doing some heavy petting once a few years back. Heck, you might be expecting too much already!)
âHowever, traditionally, one thinks of such things as an act of deliberate violence. And indeed, in many cases that remains so; unabashed violence against the vulnerable is a mark of the memetics of the late Heisei era, and thus is maintained even decades later in these nations of Old America founded upon such ideas as their foundation.â
Youâre starting to see Miliaâs eyes flit your way, too. Or maybe they always were, and you just never noticed â and yet, you get the sense that now, sheâs looking at you for you, not simply because youâre the teacherâs pet.
(âŚdonât read into that.)
âBut this person did not observe their actions as violent. Indeed, they were disturbed by the very notion. They considered their jokes â jokes founded on flagrant disrespect, far more than simple âdark humorâ could excuse â a fundamental and vital part of their answer to the bleak, and indeed a universal answer to the bleak, despite all evidence to the contrary. Their reaction to attempts to correct was not violence, nor even brittleness, but genuine fear. They were terrified, that they might lose their only solace in this world. Terrified that people around them were changing. No desire to simply hate freely, but utterly terrified that they might lose their own happiness and ability to cope.
âAll of this, based on violence toward women, and denial of their names.â
Your head pops up from the automatic act of note-taking at those words. Denial of their names, huh?
Rita said something about that, didnât she? When you checked her social media this morning. There wasnât a whole lot on there politically â probably because Rita prefers posting about her hobbies and creations, rather than signalling her politics â but you remember that was one of them. If things like that happen in Old America, girls buried under dead names, itâs no wonder a belief like âthe Goddess will remember your nameâ would appeal to girls like Rita.
âIf someone takes genuine emotional fulfillment in something that hurts others, if someone is genuinely emotionally disturbed by the idea that someone would not want to do this, or at the changing values of societyâŚhow, then, do we fulfill that personâs values? How can we reconcile our desire to make each and every individual human happy with the idea that some humansâ happiness can only come at the expense of others â and not in any abstract sense, as anyone who, pardon the expression, lives in a society might experience, but in a direct and total sense?â
Ritaâs made such a massive impression on you, in such a short timeâŚitâs getting hard to not think that maybe, you did meet her in a dream, or something. That a woman of science and skepticism believes such so strongly is reason enough for you to have pause. What if you did meet her before, in future-past-youâs life? And you were drawn to her by something like âfateâ?
What if youâre fated, to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?
âWe attempt to slowly alter human value toward a greater whole, but this very process is imperfect, and every action causes a reaction. Or to put it another way, society is an endless waltz between peace, revolution, and reaction. That cycle is what brought us the Collapse, is it not?â
And yet, Rita isnât the only woman whoâs captivated you this much, nor been so driven.
But if itâs Seul-ki, that takes on entirely different connotations. Sheâs not someone who can, or should, be aiming for your affections. And yet, sheâs taken an interest in you and yours, pushed you toward Stella Maris, encouraged you to accept her âwisdomâ. And itâs blatantly obvious you arenât the first, by any means â at the very least, Milia de LâImpĂŠratrice has once been the beneficiary of Seul-kiâs âwisdomâ. And is jealous of you, seemingly, for being the one who Seul-ki favors most.
Future-past-you grappled with the same questions. She encountered Milia â and may have made Milia into one of hers. Thereâs no question in your mind that this means youâll have a âfateful encounterâ with your favorite teacher, just as future-past-you did.
So, with that in mind, the question remainsâŚ
âOne might consider that the only way to prevent this is the capability to alter a personâs values, on the individual level â ah, but that would be unethical, of course, if it were even possible. But, what is the alternative? Is the sanctity of individual will compatible with the fulfillment of an idealized human society?â
what kind of person is Yi Seul-ki, really?
As a result of StellaâsâŚavoidance? Shyness? Pride? Whatever it is that kept her from talking to you much, it took a frustrating amount of negotiation to figure out where the study date was going to be.
The good news is, you found the most private place on the campus you know of. Korri passed you her secret study spot â an obscure quiet study room somewhere on campus thatâs long since been forgotten over the past three decades as newer, better rooms for studying are built or repurposed.
Itâs not hard to see why people prefer other rooms, though. Itâs just flat drywall with no natural light, rows of desks with uncomfortable chairs, only a couple of well-padded armchairs as proper creature comfort. Korri, on the other hand, would love this roomâŚand it serves well enough for the current purpose, since Stella requested some measure of privacy.
It makes sense, especially with Nazakawa-kun always on the lookout. (Youâre pretty sure Stellaâs decent friends with him, so sheâd definitely want some discretion!)
Thereâs a camera watching you, as there is so often â connected not to human operators, or even an algorithm, simply a permanent archive only reviewed when necessary â but besides that? Itâs just you and Stella.
And so there you are, you and Stella in two chairs very close to one another, looking at one another awkwardly.
You havenât dressed up too much; sleeveless button blouse, white with cute blue frills, tight shorts, a bit of makeup. Still, you arenât expecting something huge today. Stellaâs dressed up very similar to usual, too; corset and all, glossy lips, those curls and ringlets that she must take so much time to maintainâŚ
Even if you seem to have both avoided dressing like itâs a date date, the atmosphere is still pretty strainedâŚbut, thatâs to be expected. Itâs been a week, and Stella still has no idea what to sayâŚ
At the very least, you know what sheâs thinking.
âŚCibeleâs definitely cuter than she was before her accident. That much is obvious just looking at her. Sheâs got the Empress rattled, and then theyâre going on a date? And then Nazakawa-kun mentions that teacher from his night class went out of her way to impress herâŚwhatâs happening here?
Sheâs noticed something, for sure. But, you know, you donât think itâs enough to say âCibele has a supernatural powerâ, right? Thatâd be a ridiculous thing to think, really â the only reason you believe it is because you are you. Any other situation, youâd just find the concept kind of silly!
So it shouldnât be too bad, once youâve pushed past the awkwardness.
âUmâŚso, I guess maybe we should look at some of your past essays!â you say, trying to break the ice. âEhe. That way, I can see what Seul-kiâs said about them, and we can see where you fall short! Right?â
ââŚsure.â Stella sighs, and carefully reaches for her phone, sending you one of the essay assignments. âGo ahead and check it for me. Everyone else Iâve asked canât figure it out.â
Thereâs some distance between you, but itâs at least a friendly distance. You grab your reader so you can look at it more comfortably, and scroll through itâŚ
This one is the ethics essay Seul-ki assigned earlier this week; Stella just got the marks back today. Sheâs written about the Stanford University prison experiment of Showa 46 â an experiment so well-known youâd expect anyone you asked to know at least the gist of it. Simulated prison, guards becoming abusive with their power, people canât be trusted with it, etcetera. Itâs rare, but sometimes people do still use it as a straightforward example of humanityâs inhumanity â youâre all but certain someone in your class has taken it at face value, and expect Seul-ki to set them right.
Still, Stellaâs working toward the point of the experimentâs premise, methodology, ethics, and conclusions all being vitally flawed from the start; demand characteristics, selection bias, subjective and anecdotal evidence. Even that is relatively well-known these days, but itâs used as a thrust for a much bigger argument â that is, it leads to broader critique of how psychological studies of the following Heisei era were often similarly flawed, attempting to use flawed methods, insufficient sample sizes, and biased selection of subjects to arrogantly and proudly come to conclusions they, and reporters following them, claimed applied to all of humanity. In this, it was reflective of a broader trend of the era to paint American liberal democracy as âthe end of historyâ, Stella argues.
âŚand itâs really good!
Maybe itâs your ego talking, but you donât think itâs better than your essays for the class or anything. That said, youâd say itâs as good as them, give or take. Itâs got all the analysis Seul-ki insists on; itâs even consistent with her own positions on the subject, so itâs hard to figure out what it is that doesnât measure up.
ââŚIâm sorry. I canât figure out why Seul-ki doesnât like this,â you say, rubbing the back of your head. âItâs all consistent with her lectures, too. Lemme put her notes upâŚâ
âSure,â Stella says, leaning in slightly as you read the red markings over the typed essay. The notes are all pretty vague, honestly; that said, sheâs marking grammar and spelling pretty strictly here. A lot of her choices seem to be semantic; variations marked as mistakes. Other times itâs just completely vague as to what it is she doesnât like about a passageâŚ
Seul-ki is human, sure. And sometimes you get the sense sheâs a bit at odds with Stella. Some amount of variation for largely subjective reasons isnât completely unexpected. But this â
this is way too much!
Thereâs only one reason that this essay would be marked down as far as it is â that is, if it were being marked down on purpose.
ââŚso. Itâs what I thought.â
Looking up from your reader, Stellaâs eyes have narrowed, and she looks you straight in the eye â the look on your face tells her all she needs to know.
âI was starting to suspect, to be honest. That she was leading me on, lying to me. I could simply never imagine any teacher would have a reason, at least not without showing blind hatred. As it turns out, I was just looking in the wrong place.â
The wrong place? ReasonâŚ
âYou know that she suggested this, right? This date?â
!
âMs. Yi isâŚeasy to trust. I knew she and Milia didnât like each other, but Miliaâs a bitch, so who cares what she thinks, right?â Stella shrugs. âSo I told her a lot of things I probably shouldnât have.â
ThingsâŚabout being poor, or her relationship with Marina. Maybe even about her fetish, too. Yeah, that tracks. Heck, the only reason you didnât tell Seul-ki before future-past-you came along is because you didnât realize yourself!
âSo, to her it mustâve seemed easy. If she knew how Iâd react to you, itâd be easy enough to predict Iâd swallow my pride out of necessity. That I couldnât reject this assignment, and that said assignment would change things, and then Iâd have to ask you for help â Cibele, star student, teacherâs pet.â
âI didnât know what she was planning,â you say.
ââŚI guess not. Then again, she could never have predicted you, Cibele!â
âŚwhat?
Stellaâs eyes narrow, and her mind flares with determination. âMs. Yi always saw you as special. And it always pissed me the fuck off. But her is one thing. Hell, even me is another. But itâs not just me, is it?â
âŚoh.
ThatâsâŚis she? Does she? Could she?
Play it cool, Cibby, play it coolâŚâEhe. Itâs just, you know. The accident was really scary! After that, I just kind of thought I should pay a bit more attention to things, right? Dress better, be bolder, that kind of thââ
âBullshit!â
Oh no.
Oh no.
âIâm not a moron, Cibele! People donât just get more physically attractive overnight! And even Ms. Yi couldnât have hypnotised me like that! No one else could ever notice â not even Ms. Yi has noticed â but youâve changed, Cibele.â
She knows.
Stella doesnât know what she knows, but she knows.
âMaybe you think I wonât believe whatever it is, and maybe I wonât, but lying to me so transparentlyâŚâ Stella sighs, finger reaching up to fiddle with one of her blonde ringlets. âDonât take me for a fool.â
âŚyou, uh, you didnât plan for this!
You completely, and quite reasonably you think, missed the possibility that Stella would figure out something was going on! This is entirely unexpected! You have no idea how to respond to this! And if she suspects what you did to her, what youâve done â
right
panic
thereâs only one thing to do, before anything else:
âIâm sorry!â you exclaim, as you bow your head to Stella in penance for the horrible, yet very sexy, things youâve done to her! âIâm supposed to be a good person but in reality Iâm just a depraved slut with a hypnofetish!â
âŚ
âŚ
âŚwell, itâs true.
And yet, Stella â beautiful, passionate, driven Stella â sighs heavily, and tugs your head right into her hands, lifting you out of your bow.
âE-eh?â You blink, gazing at Stellaâs beautiful eyes. Sheâs got this horribly annoyed look, on her face, as she gazes upon you, and you reach out to read her intentions â
but she reaches you first.
Her lips meet yours, of her will, to return the kiss you gave her, pushed upon her. You donât need telepathy to understand this feeling, and yet, you canât help but be surprised by the way her lips so easily meet yours, and her tongue tastes of you as your lips open, and her delicate fingers hold you so gently within her grasp.
It feels wonderful.
Stellaâs eyes flutter, as she parts from you, your heart fluttering so powerfully before her determined gaze.
âIf youâre going to kiss a girl, Cibele, youâd better take responsibility when she develops feelings for you.â
âWhat ââ
âLike you donât know. I told you â youâre too nice.â
âŚbut you arenât, are you?
ââŚI get it. Iâve been a bitch, Cibele. Iâve been a far bigger bitch than you ever deserved. You have no reason to trust me, not after what Iâve done.â Stellaâs hands still grip behind your head, as you breathe hotly, caught with a heat between your ears, a flutter in your heart. âBut, you said it yourself, didnât you? The basis of hypnosis is trust. IâmâŚIâm going to trust you, if youâre willing to trust me.
âIâm not angry. Iâm not upset. But I need to know the truth.â
TrustâŚ
Your body feels so hot. This is something you never could have predicted. The idea that Stella would figure out what you did, what youâve become, and want itâŚ
your reason snaps.
every excuse you have breaks.
thereâs no reason to hold back anymore.
You reach up, and grasp Stellaâs head as she grasps yours. Her eyes widen, her heartbeat rushes a little faster, but she doesnât resist.
You took your first kiss from Stella, an entranced and beautiful Stella shaped by your hands and your words and your light. Stella took your second, to answer the feelings you gave her, to show her tacit acceptance of your will. Your desire.
You wanted her, so you took her. And Stella wants to be taken.
You take your third kiss from Stella Maris. Your lips, painted a lovely burgundy color inspired by Ritaâs ribbon, meet Stellaâs shiny gloss.
Your tongue eagerly takes of what Stella has offered you. Stella, compliantly, opens her lips, obeys your will, and itâs this impossibly wonderful feeling, itâs so powerful, to feel someone open for you. Open to your kiss, open to your words. To your desires.
The way she bends backwards when you push. The way her head feels in your hands. The way she tastes, within those glossy lips.
All for you.
That you can feel just how much she loves it helps, too. That you can feel how accepting she is. That prickly nature of hersâŚyouâve conquered the hedgehogâs dilemma. The spines that line Stellaâs mind are made entirely of rubber as far as youâre concerned. She wants to know more, even as she knows youâre capable of far more than you ever could, or should, be as an ordinary human.
âŚand sheâs such a good kisser, too!
Your hypnotised first kiss was amazing, and youâd never give it up, but â but the way Stellaâs tongue moves, the way her mouth opens, the way she moves and shifts, itâs perfect, you know so easily why Stellaâs talents are so highly spoken of, and you wonder what else that tongue could do â
and she parts
that wet, wonderful pop sound, it fills your ears
âSo tell me, Cibele.â
Ba-thump.
âDo I wanna know?â
Ba-thump.
âDo I wanna know what it is youâve done? What you can do? What you will do?â
Stella asks this, and yet, you get the feeling that somewhere, deep within her, a feeling welling up unprotected to where your telepathy can reach â
she doesnât want to be given a choice.
You were wrong, werenât you? Stellaâs interest in hypnotherapy was, and is, completely genuine. And yet, she has a fetish, too, a fetish Seul-ki surely knew of just as she knew of yours, the desire to be taken, a desire she could never hope to fulfillâŚ
until now.
And you smile.
No, you even smirk a little, letting yourself get a little smug about it.
All this time, youâve been fretting over giving in to the urges that future-past-you has awakened â no, the urges you always had â never thinking about what would happen if someone asked you for this, of their own free will.
âI have a crush on you,â you whisper, still holding Stella within your grasp. âI have for years. I think that, when you get past the stuff you built up to keep people away, or try to convince them youâre rich ââ Stellaâs eyes widen as you casually reveal information you shouldnât have ââ youâre a really amazing person whoâs absolutely worth loving.â
As it turns out, what happens is, you want to have fun.
ââŚhow did you ââ
âStella.â
Stellaâs head perks, and her eyes are drawn right back into yours, and your heart is pounding at just how youâre capable of speaking with such power and conviction.
And you grin, baring your teeth to Stella, letting her feel how you hold the power. âWhy donât we make a game of it?â
âA game? ButâŚâ The way she quivers, the way she shivers, the delightful heat building past her defenses inside her mindâŚ
You can tell. Stella wants you to toy with her. Just a little, playfully, tease her about all of this. She doesnât mind playing the role, of the mouse hunted by the cat, the fly in the spiderâs web. As long as you arenât going to lie to herâŚ
The idea that you can turn her around like this is hot to her.
âI want you to guess what Iâve done to you,â you say. (Itâs not a question.) âWhat my abilities might be. Where they came from.â
âI have no time for games,â Stella says, huffing and looking aside â but you can tell her heart isnât in it.
She just wants to see what you can do. What you can make her do.
âItâs okay, okay?â You giggle a bit, and flash a peace sign of reassurance! âThis is just for fun. If you guess correctly, Iâll call you a âgood girlâ.â (You love how she shivers just from that.) âIf you donâtâŚâ
âYouâllâŚyouâll use my trance trigger.â Stellaâs right on the same wavelength.
YeahâŚyeah, you can do this. You want to do this. You need to do this.
Your S vibes are on point. Your power will guide you. And Stella wants you, so badly, so dearlyâŚ
Really, youâve already captured her heart. With your powers, yesâŚbut also you, yourself.
This?
This is just to make it official.
Originally I wasn't going to post this until the rest was done (even though I split the event out); that said, I wanted to have something new for getting on the Trending page! It's a bit eleventh for that (beta readers were busy), possibly literally depending on time zone, but hopefully this will be a nice morsel for my readers. đ¤
Thanks for your support! I've got a Patreon to help as well, but really, I'm simply glad that people are enjoying my words~
I am very much looking forward to seeing the next part of this!
Cybele fulling embracing that Stella wants her to hypnotise her, and making a game of it, is absolutely amazing.
Seul-Ki is just becoming more and more suspicious in my opinion, just can't quite grasp what her motives or goals even are.
Cibby just needs a bit of encouragement. đ¤ Be it from Stella, or from Seul-ki...
(âŚhow did it go again? Some of them want to use you, some of them want to get used by youâŚ)
Who am I to disagree?
What Rita did is straight out of an anime
I'm glad that Cibele is aware of it -- unlike so many anime characters.
What if youâre fated, to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?
And this has been a good chapter for song references, hasn't it?
Delightful, even if I have to call CLIFF! Looking forward to the continuation.
I'm glad that Cibele is aware of it -- unlike so many anime characters.
When she mentions something being like an anime, it's a reference to Yumi Itaba from Symphogear, a minor character who constantly remarks on situations being an anime (or not an anime), mostly so she can say 'anime ja nai' a lot. For references, see.
Just imagine Aoi Yuuki saying it. It'd be cute!
Delightful, even if I have to call CLIFF! Looking forward to the continuation.
I felt like the cliff was needed to preserve tension - and I did want to release something on the day I hit Trending. We shouldn't be waiting too long, fortunately!
Thursday, May 13th, Reiwa 42.
woah! i just did the math, i would be two days from my 58th birthday on this date! i think.
Your head pops up from the automatic act of note-taking at those words. Denial of their names, huh?
Rita said something about that, didnât she? When you checked her social media this morning. There wasnât a whole lot on there politically â probably because Rita prefers posting about her hobbies and creations, rather than signalling her politics â but you remember that was one of them. If things like that happen in Old America, girls buried under dead names, itâs no wonder a belief like âthe Goddess will remember your nameâ would appeal to girls like Rita.
Oh. I have thoughts and emotions about this, but I'm not sure how to elaborate upon them. The appeal certainly does resonate.
(Also, I ought to ask: what precise is constituted by "Old America"? I have thus far presumed that it refers to the United States at minimum, but I am curious as to the boundaries. Does it include their immediate continental neighbours like Canada or Mexico? What about their de-facto colony in Puerto Rico and the various pacific territories? How much, if any, of the broader American sphere of influence is included in "Old America"?)
Still, Stellaâs working toward the point of the experimentâs premise, methodology, ethics, and conclusions all being vitally flawed from the start; demand characteristics, selection bias, subjective and anecdotal evidence.
oh thank goodness. for a second i thought the experiment was going to be taken as gospel. far too many people i've had to interact with were entirely unaware of how much of that study was just
utter bunk.
As for the rest of the chapter, it is certainly quite gay. :) Thanks!
Oh. I have thoughts and emotions about this, but I'm not sure how to elaborate upon them. The appeal certainly does resonate.
We'll be learning more about the Fourth Order in Part IV! For now, just know this: Madoka will remember your name, if you Remember Her~
(Also, I ought to ask: what precise is constituted by "Old America"? I have thus far presumed that it refers to the United States at minimum, but I am curious as to the boundaries. Does it include their immediate continental neighbours like Canada or Mexico? What about their de-facto colony in Puerto Rico and the various pacific territories? How much, if any, of the broader American sphere of influence is included in "Old America"?)
Basically, it means 'the territory formerly controlled by the United States'. Most likely it primarily refers to the contiguous 48 states, depending on context. Canada and Mexico aren't included, though (Old Canada has been mentioned prior, if I recall).
These are informal terms, of course, so their usage may not always be consistent, especially as borders continue to shift. To those who live in Southern Sun, it's a far-distant shore, which is mostly relevant as history lessons rather than any present-day superpower.
oh thank goodness. for a second i thought the experiment was going to be taken as gospel. far too many people i've had to interact with were entirely unaware of how much of that study was just
utter bunk.
I try to do a bare minimum of research! You'd think it wouldn't be enough, but it's very rare for someone to call me on it. :v
@queenfiona i definitely remember madoka. constantly trying to convert my gfs to be quite honest. someday i will get them watching madoka with me.
Oh my validating vibes, how exciting!