Absolute Hypnosis In Another World Manhwa Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 … … Upon opening his eyes, the whole world was blurry and dark for him, he felt that he had drown into an abyss of hell. His chest was tight as if a heavy elephant was stomping on it. His wound was aching as if he was stabbed thousands of times. His body felt light and powerless as if his soul was departing from it. He could not hear. He could not see. He could not feel. “Mr. White Man…” he could hear a voice calling, trying to bring him out of his abyss “Mr. White Man… Mr. White Man… Can you hear me? If you are alive say yes, if you are dead say no! Mr. White Man!”

I collapsed beneath him, my own release shattering through me in violent, pulsing waves. For a long, breathless minute, the world was perfect. We lay tangled together, our hearts beating a frantic rhythm against each other, the mind link buzzing with a lazy, golden afterglow of pure satisfaction. Suddenly, the world violently tilted. The low, electric hum at the base of my neck didn't just pulse; it exploded. My eyes popped open. The fleeting memory of cold and the phantom voice I had dismissed earlier rushed back, no longer a trickle, but a roaring tidal wave. My vision instantly went pitch black. The warm, cedar-scented stone chamber vanished, replaced by an endless, blinding expanse of ic

she muses, relishing in her dominance over me as I seethe with rage and defiance. She grins, smearing away a flick of blood on her cheek. “Clean it,” she commands, and my tongue eagerly obeys, tracing over her skin with a feverish hunger. She pulls me in for a kiss, her lips moulding to mine as she guides my hands to explore every inch of her body. But I can feel someone watching us, and when I open my eyes, Tobin and Ataz are staring at us with their lifeless, empty gazes. The realisation hits me like a punch to the gut - they’ve been under her mind control this whole time, mere puppets in this twisted game we’re caught in. And now I’m trapped too, consumed by her magic as she forces me to

"And keep still. You'll not feel any pain but I am being generous. Spirits are not the erotic visions that you tell of. Those who I call are twisted wraiths, bitter with their lot and their past. You do not wish to look upon them, save your fears for later." He waited. Aiden didn't move, swallowing several times before clamping his eyes shut, his face becoming a mess of crows' feet with the effort. He heard Am-Heh approach and soon felt a hand on his head, claws replacing the nails and digging painfully into his scalp. Warm blood merged with the few tears that escaped, smearing down his cheeks. "Bring them to me, the souls of man, the souls of the Underworld, the souls of the horizon."

Let me shape you. “No…” I tried to focus. To breathe. To hold onto reality. But his power wrapped around my mind like chains. Give in. “No…” Give in to me. The forest darkened. The sky shattered. The ground tilted under my feet. The world collapsed. And Rowan’s voice filled everything. You belong to me now. The darkness took me. I blacked out.

The room spun around her, a wind of agony and degradation that she couldn’t escape. Aurora felt the world start to fade, her vision narrowing to a pinprick. The pain was too much, the humiliation too overwhelming. She couldn’t do this anymore. With a final, desperate effort, she arched her back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her body went limp beneath him, and she let out a final, pitiful whimper before the darkness took her.

I gasp, “Lucia, please—” “That’s it. Come for me. Soak my fingers like the good little sinner you are.” The orgasm hits me like absolution and damnation all at once. I shatter around her, thighs shaking, crying her name into her skin as waves of pleasure drown me. She works me through it, drawing it out until I’m limp and panting in her arms. When it fades, she withdraws gently, bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking them clean while watching me with hooded eyes.

"From the page to the soul." **[VIEWERS: 1,000]** **[VIEWERS: 100]** **[VIEWERS: 1]** The last person—a sleepy kid in a bedroom somewhere—clicked "Close." The world went black. --- ### The Absolute Quiet There was no sound. No hum of the simulation, no wind from the balcony, no heartbeat. I felt like I was floating in a sea of cold ink. I couldn't feel Rowan’s hand. I couldn't feel my own body. I was just a thought, a sentence that had been started but never finished.

her voice sounds soft and seems to melt into my mind. “Yeah, okay,” I hear myself answer, but my consciousness is slipping away. “I love this part,” Lex yawns, “I wonder what we’re gonna find, Kas” “Hopefully answers, Lex.” I let myself fall back into the endless abyss of hypnosis, letting Lady Camille’s words lead me around until I’m standing in a hallway of an apartment building.

Don’t be weak, the bedazzled diva in my brain whispers frantically. “That’s okay.” His voice is a low, haunting growl. “I can show you. Come here.” For a moment, I can swear I’m hypnotized. My body, soul and mind is attuned to Bhyron’s every word. It’s like a magnetic pull. I’m trapped. “No. N-No…” His eyes are half shut, his voice is a p**n star’s dream; “I said come here, Amani.” My brain screams at me to break down that door and run as fast as I can away from this man, but my stupid feet shuffle towards Bhyron until I’m kneeling before him, between his thighs, completely at his mercy.