Akane Owari, one of the school's "problem students" in need of counseling

At your old school, you'd become popular and established enough that patients showed up at the door of your counseling office and you had your pick of how to prioritize them for treatment. Here, things were a bit trickier: despite this great office they'd assigned to you, well-equipped to suit your needs as a therapist and very comfortable besides, you found yourself having to seek out patients. Word of mouth wasn't fast enough to spread the word of your talents, nor your willingness to get right to work using them.

The easiest method, you decide, is to start with those most in need of care. You can't tell that at a glance, nor can you rely on the grapevine to give you accurate information, but the faculty ought to have some ideas. You decide to check with them first to figure out who they think would be best to entrust to your care. The common thread between the ones recommended is apparent: those who seem to be prone to disruptive outbursts, especially those that threaten to veer off into ****. One name that comes up more than any of the others is that of Akane Owari, the Ultimate Gymnast.

At first, this sounds bizarre to you. A gymnast? Isn't that the type of person who needs absolute dedication to their discipline, including daily training? If it was some other sports player, you thought it'd make more sense... an Ultimate Rugby Player, for instance, could be pretty dangerous running out of control. But a gymnast?

After attending a few classes with her and singling out the Ultimate Gymnast in question, it all makes sense. The hot-headed Akane is the type to draw attention even in a school full of outrageous figures: a tall, tan girl with a body that would make her stand out in any crowd. Her amazing, hour-glass body, tight abs, and thick, muscular thighs, each of which are barely concealed by her mostly unbuttoned white shirt and short, red skirt, barely clearing her panty-line, make her the type of girl that people can't take their eyes off of. You had your eyes rooted on her too, but purely for the sake of your work, of course.

Despite her beauty, it seems she isn't the type who is necessarily popular at school. You attribute that to two factors: one, that she is the type who likes to rough-house and always seems to be picking fights, making her a bit like a delinquent, despite her good attendance record. Two, that she was a bit, shall we say, academically challenged-- she doesn't pay attention during lessons, doesn't absorb anything, and seems like even her brain must be made of meat. These factors are the same ones the faculty hope you can fix. Doing so could only benefit her-- she'd have an easier time making friends, succeed in her studies, and get a well-rounded life to go along with her prodigious athletic performance.

You sit at your desk and tap your pencil habitually up and down against the hard, wooden surface, frowning wistfully at your patient. How are you going to convince her to lie down in a chair for a few hours? It seems like even the teachers don't demand that kind of respect from her-- she can't still for even a half hour. What hope do you have on getting her into voluntary therapy?

To your surprise, the answer arrives at your desk: a huge, dangerous-looking student by the name of Nekomaru Nidai approaches you while Akane is on the other side of the room. The guy is one of the most massive students here, with jet black hair in a two-pointed style like horns... or maybe like a cat's ears. His whole body seems to reek with sweat in a way that people probably find less appealing than Akane's similar scent. He's dressed a bit like one of those fighting banchou from old manga, but with track sweats instead of uniform pants and a heavy chain necklace that set him apart from those tropes. Without waiting for you to greet him, he spins a comically undersized chair around and takes a seat, straddling it backwards-- you swear you see blue sparks fly out from his muscles as his butt connects.

"Hey, Toma," he begins, fixing you with a steely gaze that causes you to shiver. "I've seen the way you're watching Akane. You haven't taken your eyes off of her all day. Tell me, man-to-man: what are your intentions?"

You feel intimidated by the abrupt question from a relative stranger, but you won't let it show outwardly. You sit up in your chair and announce with no nonsense: "I need her to participate in hypnotherapy."

The man frowns for a moment and lowers his head, crossing his arms as though he's deep in thought. Finally, he raises his chin again, wearing a broad smile. The smile cracks into a giant grin as he abandons whatever semblance of stealth he had going with this private conversation about Akane. "ALRIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!" he bellows at the top of his lungs, then smashes his palms down on your desk. "I'd been thinking about how to ask you this all day. If you were some creep, I was gonna warn you what she does to creeps like you. But if you weren't a bad guy, I wanted to do just the opposite! I was gonna beg you to take on Akane as your patient."

"I'm glad you approve," you mutter, your volume a mere fraction of his, "but why are you interested in her receiving therapy?"

"You're new around here, so you probably don't know, but I'm the Ultimate Team Manager. There's a lot of things I'm equipped to do that can help Akane. I oversee her training. I manage her diet and keep her away from unhealthy foods. I handle her massages-"

"Massages?" you question, lowering your eyebrows skeptically."

"YES, MASSAGEEEES! Perhaps most importantly, I make sure that she keeps her bowel movements regular by blocking out the hours where she ought to eat and shit."

"... Is that really the most important of the things you do for her?"

"HAHAHAHA! Listen to this guy! He doesn't know the importance of a good shit!" Nekomaru laughs at an ungodly volume, clasping one hand to his head. He shakes it slowly, then readopts his serious smile. "A lesson for another time. For now, let's focus on Akane. The one thing holding her back is her attitude. She needs discipline and, unfortunately, I think everything goes back to her upbringing. She didn't come from a good home. When she was a kid, survival was all that was on her mind-- she missed out on a lot of important lessons. I think it's not the kind of thing that a coach-- even me-- is equipped to handle."

"So that's why you want hypnotherapy for her," you respond, sharing his smile now that you understand his intentions align with your own. "That's great. She's lucky to have someone like you looking after her. On that note, there's something that would help me immensely."

"Fiiiiiine, I'll start making a shit schedule for you too," Nekomaru sighs, beginning to clean his ear out with one massive finger in a way that instantly undermines his earlier appeal as a good-natured ally.

"No, no," you grunt, shaking your head back and forth, before turning your eyes to Akane. "Please let her know that you endorse it. I don't have any history with her and I think she'll just brush me off. If it comes from you, who already guides her in so many different ways, I think she'll listen."

"Oh? Yeah, that makes sense," Nekomaru nods. "Oh, and buddy... One more thing."

You turn your attention back to him, only to see a scary expression rising onto the man's face. Electricity seems like it's crackling from his eyes.

"If you get up to anything fishy, your shit schedule's gonna be the last of your worries. YOU UNDERSTAAAND?!" He punctuates his point by slamming one fist down so hard upon the desk that it leaves an indentation. You nod along to show that you understand clearly.

Your first time actually talking to Akane, awkwardly enough, is your first session with her as a patient. She doesn't look at all happy about being dragged into hypnotherapy, but under her coach's orders, she shows up, standing in your office even after you politely ask her to sit. "What a drag... this is already puttin' me to sleep," she sighs deeply, letting her arms slouch at her shoulders and wearing a weary expression. She's taller than you and, especially standing up, casts a long shadow over the armchair where you're seated.

"Well, yes, you falling asleep is the idea," you laugh in response, then gesture towards the long patient's chair-- the one where she's supposed to be lying already.

Instead of lying down on it, she takes a seat. The way she's seated, her need for manner corrections become immediately apparent; she's slouched, but more importantly, she's got her arms over the back and her legs spread like a man, meaning the spot between her legs, covered by white, cotton panties, is immediately flashed into your view.

You try to remain professional and look at her face, even as her breasts threaten to spill out of her top and her posture begs you to look downward. You set your metronome and start it ticking in a regular pattern. "Why don't you do just that, Akane? Go to sleep. From what I've heard, you've already done your physical training today and you must have completed classes as well. I'm sure you could use a nap."

Akane frowns for a moment, showing no sign of reclining just yet. A sunny grin falls across her face suddenly as she leans forward, placing her hands on her knees. "Isn't it your job to put me to sleep? You're one of those psychokinetic telepathy guys, aren't you? Or am I just too tough for you?" she asks, trying to bait you into making this therapy session into a far more interesting battle.

"I assure you, telepathy nor psychic powers come into it!" you reassure her. "If you'll just lie down, I promise, you'll find it very comfortable. Our session can be quite short, if you like-- but you'll have to obey my instructions first."

"Huh? Well, why didn't you say so!?" she guffaws, then finally plops backward, flopping so that she's laying on her side facing you in a way that looks remarkably unguarded. Her skirt shifts just enough to cover her panties, while her breasts squish up at the elbow she's resting upon. "This thing's pretty great! It's a lot better than sleeping outside, I'll tell you that."

"You... don't sleep outside here, do you?"

"Naaah, but I'm used to it. My mom's boyfriend used to try to get me to sleep in the bed with him-- I hated doing that, so eventually, I ended up just sleeping outdoors instead."

That sounded alarming, but also important. "Your mom's boyfriend... Tell me more about him."

"Huh? Deadbeat, like all her boyfriends," Akane answers, sounding despondent as she rolls onto her back. She blows a stray lock of hair upward and away from her face, while shifting so that her arms rest behind her head, causing her massive breasts to fall to either side from where they were compacted. "She was always bringin' home all kinds of guys and none of 'em were good for anything."

As you write notes in your notepad, you nod along, then continue. You realize now that her talking is keeping her awake-- your voice is probably what will put her to sleep. Instead of offering new insights, you turn to the age old tactic of stalling, going over all sorts of science and facts that you're certain she won't care for in the slightest. The trick works. In just a minute's time, she's not just asleep: she's snoring--loudly-- with drool running from her open mouth down her chin. She might be pretty, but she's not the most graceful sleeper.

A lesser guy would probably take this time to ogle the Ultimate Gymnast's knockout body, which could be exposed further with a simple lift of her skirt or unbuttoning of her top button. She isn't even wearing a bra, as far as you can tell. Of course, anything like that without her consent would violate the sacred vow that you have with your patients. Unless doing so somehow relates to her treatment, you won't lay a finger on her.

Now's the time to put your hypnotherapy to work!

"Akane... your friends and even the school faculty are worried for you. They think you're having a hard time focusing on your studies. Failing in your studies here will impede your career path as the Ultimate Gymnast once you leave the academy. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

Akane's face looks troubled-- her open-mouthed smile turns into a big frown as she answers you in a dream-like state. "Yeeeah... Studying's such a draaaag..." the girl moans. "School... suuuuucks."

"School sucks? Why does it suck?" you question, trying to get more out of her.

"... I want to fight... I want to wrestle somebody... I'm going insane, it's so boring. And the way they make me dress is dumb... they won't let me dress the way I want to... it sucks..."

Surprising. The list of grievances she has seems a little petty. You were sure that whatever was the root of her problems would go back to her childhood, but she sounds like she's only concerned with the here and now. Still, if these things are said under the duress of hypnotherapy, they must actually be vital factors for her. "So, the major problem you're experiencing is that these things are a drain on your mood, is that it? You think you'd succeed if you had a bit more leeway to do these things?" you question her.

"Hell yeah... I've been a sad-sack lately cause school's so lame... if I could have a fight with somebody whenever I want... and dress how I want... I'd be way happier..."

"And you think if you were happier, your life would improve overall?"

"Yeah... sure..."

"Splendid. Akane, what you need to do is explore this alternative. Tomorrow, for your first class, I want you to fully embrace what we've been talking about: I want you to behave in a way that makes you happy. That means find somebody to fight. Wear what you want. Take a hold of these things that you think will help you have a perfect day."

"It's... okay to fight? Won't the teachers get their panties in a twist...?" Her sleeping face looks confused, with a dumb frown, still leaking drool down one side.

You approach and begin to wipe at the drool with a handkerchief, while smiling down at her. "They might. That's not important. What is important is you, Akane. Your results! Whatever penalties they might have in mind are nothing in the face of your happiness and well-being." The teachers might not agree with these statements, but as ever, you're fully committed to your patient and nothing else. "So tomorrow, I want you to begin to embrace your perfect day. If you try it out and it's no so perfect, we'll try another method."

"Alright... A- hey!" she gasps, suddenly awakening to find your face close to hers and your hand touching her cheek with a handkerchief. Surprisingly red-faced, she bolts upright and wipes her mouth with one arm. "You didn't do any funny stuff while I was asleep, did ya?"

"Nothing at all. We just had a nice conversation," you respond, pocketing the handkerchief and showing her a reassuring smile. "With that, our first session is done."

"Already? Nice and quick, I like it! I think I'm in a good mood, too!" she announces with a grin, jumping up with her fists on her hips. "Thanks, doc! For a scrawny little guy, you're alright! I've been feeling like shit lately, but now, I feel a lot better!"

"And together, we're going to make sure things only get better. I'm happy for you!" you congratulate her. "I'll check on you again tomorrow."

"Thanks a million! I'll sneak in here whenever I wanna catch some z's from now on, too!"

"Perfect! The more time you spend in here, the better!" you agree, pleased that everything's going so swimmingly. The teachers probably wouldn't like her announcing her intention to skip classes for naps, but eh, they would just have to trust the process. Your hypnotism would begin paying dividends tomorrow...