Hypnotizing Maki.

"Alright." Keito began, licking his lips in eagerness, "You'll forget everything from the moment I increased the output of my Cursed Technique to the last conscious memory you have."

"I'll forget everything from the moment you increased the output of your Cursed Technique to the last conscious memory I have."

"You'll remember me just demolishing you in hand to hand and skillfully knocking you ****."

"You demolished me and skillfully knocked me out in hand to hand."

Keito stopped straddling her and stood up. Tempting as it was to fondle her while she was helpless, he had to be careful with what he said to her.

"Losing to me during sparring really frustrates you."

"Losing to you during sparring really frustrates me."

"When sparring with me, you will always find a way to lose. You'll always blame yourself and never suspect foul play."

"I will always lose to you. I won't suspect foul play and will blame myself."

"That frustration will make you horny."

"The frustration will make me horny."

"During sparring, you will be so focused on winning that you won't notice anything weird I do."

"During sparring, I'll be too focused on winning to notice... anything weird... you do..." She struggled to repeat at the end, Keito knew it was a matter of seconds before she awoke. Barely enough for one or two suggestions.

"To make me agree to spar, you'll obey me within reason."

"Make you... agree to... spar... obey... within... reason..."

"When I say 'Dumb Zenin slut' you'll go back to this trance state."

"Dumb... Zenin... slut...... go........ back....... trance...."

As soon she uttered the word trance, Maki snapped awake with a gasp. It took her a moment to realize that she was lying on the ground, with Keito standing over her, before the memories suddenly hit her.

That bastard had knocked her out. She'd gone for a roundhouse kick to his head, but he had stepped forward at just the right time to mess up her offense and exploit her opening. The uppercut that followed had been enough to end the spar.

"It was a nice spar." She heard him say, but the sound could barely reach her head. Instead, much of her being was struggling with an intense frustration at her sudden loss. She gritted her teeth, nearly mashing them into powder, and quickly stood up.

She glared at him, feeling both angry and... what was this? She was breathing fast, her heart was beating faster than it should've, her nipples were painfully erect and her face felt really flushed.

Was she... aroused? From losing to that loser? Impossible, she knew that she wasn't a sore loser and could handle a loss when it was fair and square. But then, why did she feel that burning, suffocating-

She gasped as she realized that something wet was slowly trailing down her thighs. Whatever doubt she previously had was torn apart in an instant : she really was aroused. And quite a lot.

Without warning or saying anything, she ran away from the scene, leaving behind an equal part bewildered and amused Keito. He watched as her thighs jiggled when she took a step, only to jiggle once more as she took another.

Just then, he had a vision. One of him laying down on his bed, naked as the day he was born, watching Maki Zenin sucking his cock, taking it all in her mouth as she glared at him with hate. He would pat her head, and tell her that she was being a good little Zenin slut for him. He'd feel her twitch, undeniably aroused and angered by his words.

He was absolutely going to make this a reality.