The School is Under Hypnosis, and I'm the Only One Who Knows (I Was Able To Send The Hypnotist Flying Back Home, but Now I’ve Got The Whole School Under My Hands As My Harem, What Should I Do!?)

Chapter 153: Torture 2

I decided to return to my boss after making Watanabe Ichiro endure an intense three-hour torture session, as it seemed unlikely that continuing would yield any further progress.

“Serena, how are things? Any updates on Watanabe Ichiro? How’s the torture going?”

In my boss’s office, he was pacing restlessly, clearly anxious about the situation. He hurriedly demanded a report.

“Well… it’s not going very well.”

I recalled his smirking expression. No matter how many times I tortured him, he never lost his composure. He did seem to enjoy it, but that was about it. It was far from successful torture; with him acting like that, even if we continued for hours, he would never comply with our demands.

“What? What do you mean?”

“We’ve subjected him to long periods of handjobs and blowjobs, making him ejaculate several times, but he shows no signs of breaking. Surprisingly, he seems to be quite mentally resilient.”

“What? Handjobs and blowjobs? He withstood that level of torture? The man who used hypnosis to have his way with people is mentally strong? I find that hard to believe, but we have no other choice. We’ll have to take a risk and assign her to the task. — Come in.”

As my boss gestured for the person to enter, a high-pitched footstep was heard from beyond the door.

“Excuse me.”

A woman entered, her high heels clicking on the floor. She was a stunning beauty, dressed in a provocative all-black outfit. She didn’t look like a soldier at all.

“Who is she?”

“Her codename is ‘Kuro.’ She’s a professional in this kind of torture. I’ve heard her methods are beyond imagination, and she’s made many soldiers and spies talk. However, some can’t withstand it and either break or die.”

“W-what? That’s too dangerous! What if Watanabe Ichiro breaks or dies?”

“Don’t worry. Even if he does, we still have Mika. I’m satisfied as long as one of them succeeds.”

“That’s absurd! He might die!”

Thinking about the possibility of his death made my heart ache. I also heard that the torture on Mika wasn’t going well either. There was a chance both attempts could fail…

“Fufufu, don’t worry. I’ve learned to control myself lately. If he’s mentally strong, he won’t die… probably. You seem to be quite concerned about Watanabe Ichiro; have you developed feelings for him? You haven’t been slacking off, have you?”

“N-no, of course not. I’ve carried out the torture properly.”

“Alright… leave it to me from now on.”

***

I enjoyed Serena’s torture, which was more like sexual service, for a while, but then she gave up and left. I was left alone in the basement, still bound. Somehow, I felt more miserable being left alone than when I was being tortured.

I don’t know how long I was left alone; there was no clock, and I couldn’t see outside, so I had no idea how time was passing. After some time, Serena returned, accompanied by someone else. It didn’t seem to be the middle-aged man who was there earlier. Who was this person?

“Fufufu, you must be Watanabe Ichiro-kun. I’ll be in charge of your torture this time. I’m looking forward to hearing the sound of your cries. I love strong-willed children; weak ones break too easily. How long do you think you can hold out, hmm?”

She was wearing a tight, shiny black dress that accentuated her figure, with black gloves and black high heels. She was a beautiful woman with a mysterious air about her, dressed head-to-toe in black. She lifted my jaw with her finger and stared into my eyes.

“Let’s start with a warm-up. First, I’ll use my feet.”

She took off her high heels and pressed her foot against my penis. Then, she began to stroke it slowly with her foot.

Despite being stepped on, my penis hardened.

This new woman also seemed to believe that engaging in sexual activities constituted torture. Who had hypnotized her into thinking that?

“Haha, you get so big just from being stepped on. You won’t last long like this, you know? By the way, you have a nice package.”

She took her foot off me and licked her lips while looking at my engorged penis.

“Now, can you withstand this?”

She then produced a white gauze from somewhere.

“Do you know what this is for? This is how you use it.”

“Nnnnnh?! Nnnnnh!”

She suddenly pressed the gauze against the head of my penis and began rubbing it quickly. The rough surface of the gauze stimulated my glans, and I couldn’t help but moan. My body reacted unconsciously, but the restraints held me firm, only causing the chair to shake.

This was real torture; I had let my guard down. If she continued like this, I would lose my mind. Just as I thought that, she suddenly stopped.

“Fufufu, are you crying? Your eyes are watery. I’m getting excited torturing you. Should I attack you now?”

“W-wait! Don’t go too far!”

Serena, who had been silently observing, stopped the woman in charge of the torture.

“Hey, I told you not to interfere! Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Let’s get started.”