The Book of Power

Max froze, his mind swirling, infinite thoughts colliding together, so much that he blanked.

So it was all fake… and there was no such thing as hypnosis?

Yes, that’s right, how could something like that exist in the modern world?

All this time, she was just going along with it, watching him make a fool of himself…

Then again, he didn’t have sex with her under hypnosis; she’d wanted to fuck him.

But what about her confession? 

All the things about being his cumdump, his personal fucktoy—was that a lie too…?

Thoughts flooded his mind before he finally forced himself to calm down.

Bullshit.

'Max, what the heck are you thinking?'

Hypnosis wasn’t a lie—he’d tested it on others.

Maybe...just this woman did play along… but surely random people wouldn’t obey orders just to fool him. 

After all, some of the commands he’d given were far beyond what a sane mind would accept.

Not to mention the scene just now—the scene where his dad caught them naked after days of fucking. 

Surely that man wouldn’t genuinely believe they were “learning sex education,” right?

So yes, he had hypnotized her… but when exactly had it lifted?

All the mental strain, the headaches—he could still feel their echoes clearly… until today.

"So, you hypnotized me."

But before he could respond, she closed the distance, pressing her cum-slick body against his. 

Her heavy tits squashed against his chest; one hand wrapped firmly around his still-hard cock.

"Made me suck your thick cock.  

And then fucked me like an animal for days," She breathed against his lips. "Filled my womb. Bred me. Made me your cumdump… while my husband was away."

"And I only found out today."

It was only today, when Max hypnotized his father, that Chris froze for a split second.

The moment the command took hold of her husband, the fog in her own mind lifted completely.

The hypnosis Max had layered over her for days simply… unraveled as she blinked hard, slammed back into reality.

Reality that she was standing naked in front of her husband and her stepson, with the latter's seeds literally dripping from her cunt onto the floor in fat, obscene drops.

Her tits streaked with dried semen, thighs sticky, asshole sore and puffy.

The house reeked like a brothel.

And her husband, her actual husband, was looking at her like this was perfectly ordinary.

What the heck was that?

Recalling everything she and her stepson had done, Chris should have panicked—felt shame, rage, horror.

Instead, her cunt clenched hard.

Standing buck-naked in front of her husband with her son’s seed still inside her, a fresh gush of juices leaked out, mixing with Max’s cum and dripping faster.

Her nipples tightened painfully. 

Heat flooded her face, her chest, her holes.

And she realized everything.

Realized how her stepson had hypnotized her, fingered her cunt, made him such his cock, throat fucking her, and in the end fucked her senseless for days, pretending he needed “sex education” lessons as if he were some innocent novice.

Fucking novice he was.

With that heartbreakingly handsome face and a cunt-breaking cock like that, if he were a novice, then the Earth might as well be flat.

She remembered how she’d taught him “everything”… and how, after learning, he’d turned that knowledge right back on her.

Fucked her raw for days. Bred her. Flooded her womb. Made her beg like a whore.

And she loved every filthy second of it.

No way… such a thick cock coupled with inhuman stamina, how could she not love it?

But the hypnosis was gone, and she was awake. Aware.

And the knowledge that her handsome, hung stepson had lusted after her so badly he’d resorted to mind control just so he could fuck her… that he’d claimed her body so thoroughly her holes had molded to the shape of his cock… made her hornier than she’d ever been in her life.

She met Max’s eyes over his dad’s shoulder.

Her expression didn’t change, no scream, no covering up, but her thighs throbbed in need.

Need for the cock that had owned her filled her to the brim, spilled its seed deep inside her womb.

Chris didn’t move. Didn’t cover herself. Just stood there, legs slightly apart, cum still slowly leaking from her cunt, eyes locked on Max.

Seeing the calm expression on her face as she stood naked in front of her husband and stepson… Max didn’t doubt anything anymore.

But as they say, women are born actors.

He didn’t know that she wasn’t dazed anymore. She wasn’t hypnotized.

She was wide awake.

And she was looking at him like she wanted to devour him.

.

.

Hearing her words, Max finally put everything together—and almost cursed out loud.

So that was it.

It was because his mental energy wasn’t enough.

When he shifted the hypnotized target from his stepmom to his dad, the hypnosis on her collapsed.

What the fuck?

How did he not notice something that basic?

…Oh, right.

He had been busy breeding his slut mom, good then.

But then again, if the hypnosis broke at that moment… why did she remember everything now?

Even the memories from before the so-called “sex lessons.”

After all, it wasn't the first time she came back to normal.

First, when he could only hypnotize her for an hour, when he just took some advantage, she hadn’t remembered a thing.

So why now?

System, can you tell me?

System?

Right.

He didn’t have one.

Never mind then.

He had that crappy book, but he disappeared long ago, and he hadn’t seen it since—

—since now.

The heck!!!

Just as the thoughts appeared in his mind, his consciousness wrenched violently, as if something had grabbed his soul and pulled it elsewhere. 

In the next second, the world around him vanished.

When his vision stabilized, he found himself standing in a vast, unfamiliar space.

A massive hall stretched endlessly in all directions, its ceiling lost in darkness, completely unreal, like this place didn’t exist in the physical world at all.

Before he could process anything—

He saw the book.

The same fucking book.

'Sorry, I called you crappy...please forgive this unworthy one.'

Looking at the book, a gazillion times bigger than the one he saw in the library, he apologized sincerely. At the same time, a thought swirled inside his mind.

No wonder he hadn’t been able to turn that page before.

If this were the book’s true form, only the great Oba Femi himself could’ve flipped it.

As if responding to his thoughts, the page he had been unable to turn before finally obeyed. 

This time, however, he found out that he could move it with just a thought. 

Maybe he got some breakthrough in his mental energy, but that didn't matter.

With a single will, the pages shifted. 

And as soon as it did, he saw something that made him pause.

Simply… SEX, in capital letters.

Sex is not indulgence. It is power, or something along those lines.

He didn’t linger over the words and skipped to the next paragraph, where he saw something called “Eros Energy.”

Yup—a new form of energy, gained from sex, just as the name suggests. 

And this energy could be converted into mental energy, for hypnosis and the like and physical energy, improving strength, stamina, and physique.

Looking at it, he couldn’t help but praise how convenient it was.

Well… even an idiot would know that if a man gained something like hypnosis, what would he do with it?

Fuck a woman. Fuck more women.

But to pull that off, mental power alone wasn’t enough. 

He needed physical perfection—not just speed, strength, or stamina, but muscular definition, endurance, resilience, vitality and many more.

Those were the abilities necessary to satisfy multiple women. 

After all, even his stepmom had taken three days of nonstop sex before begging for mercy, though they did take breaks, but these abilities were absolutely necessary, if he didn't wanna get cucked while he was busy cucking others.

Looking at the page, all he could say was...

'Sorry, Book Sensei. I wasn’t familiar with your game.'

He read until the end, basically summing it all up in one thought: fuck women, gain energy to fuck more women.

As that thought crossed his mind, he tried to turn the page with a thought, and it worked.

Yahoo.

Looking at the familiar first page, he smiled, then flipped back to the second and then th..never mind.

As expected, he could only read the first two pages. 

So what was the condition? 

How did he manage to unlock a new page?

He kept thinking, flipping the pages in his mind, when suddenly, by mistake, after returning to the first page, he turned it backwards.

It took him a moment to realize he was already on the first page.

But before he could even laugh, the book shifted. 

It turned to the very first page—the one before the first page, the one he hadn’t even known existed.

Fucking hell.

And if that wasn’t enough, at the very top, a single word appeared: “Partners.” Below it, the first name was marked as number one—a name he knew all too well.

'First Partner Acquired: Christina Miller.'

Ding!

'What the fuck…'

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