Stay. I want to know more.

There’s something going on here. You wanted to find out what, even if it’s dangerous. There was only one choice left to you, so you went downstairs to read some books. The silver-haired girl was still at the bar, your vision getting sucked in constantly. You chide yourself and get to reading, trying to avoid the commotion at the bar. Each one of these people knew a lot more than you did about what was going on around here. You had the feeling that it wasn’t good from that talk with bookman.

Magic? You picked up a red text off the shelves, deliberately facing your back to the bar.

“The History of the Mindmasters,” it read. You scoffed a little at the title before realizing again where you were and what you were told. You felt tired, but driven by a sense of danger from that girl you keep reading.

This world is just under the regular one. Not necessarily secret, more like a loose religion or training seminar combined. They were teaching and practicing a certain technique. It’s not as special as magic, there’s no mana or easy tricks. The best you could gather from flipping around the book is that certain people have been refining for centuries. It goes back to at least egyptian times. Mind override. Normal people apparently experience it too, as ‘auras’ of a person or when someone is considered ‘very persuasive’. While you attributed this to them just appealing to your inner thoughts of reason and judgement, it appeared that according to these people that wasn’t the whole truth. When you think, you create a current through your body. The basis of this technique was just moving that current to another person’s body, or controlling your own currents. The history was quite detailed about the discovery of various erudite forms of applying this technique.

You rubbed your head. So what was on that coin?

You found it, looking for the term ‘runes’. Language itself in any form could contain currents, spoken, written, or symbolized. Symbols and spoken were the easiest to use due to familiarity and being easy to understand, written was widely regarded as clumsy and difficult to use and easy to defend against so you got the sense it wasn’t common. The coins were etched with symbols, the more original the symbol and the more thought and sensation put into it’s construction, the more powerful it could be.

You wonder how bookman understood the runes then, could he ‘read’ the current? From looking at the history, most of it was about certain techniques and their application. It was a very practical history illustrating what went wrong and where, who died from what and how, all sorts of various miseries.

You cringed at the realization that even if you could escape from whatever that girl did to you that you would always know people with this kind of ability existed. The tales were grim. Some were like a fantasy, but others were tales of self-destruction, greed, hatred, and endless pain.

You had to be honest with yourself. You wanted it to end. You put the book back and went to search for something you could use, something you could practice right away for defense.

First, you have to save yourself. You found it, ‘Defense against Mindmastery’, and pulled it down.

You felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you turned around and saw the silver haired girl. She was shining framed against the light, her white skin drawing you in against her fluffy clothing. Your eyes went down to her skirt, then legs, then shoes, and back up to her ample chest in a tight fitting white shirt. For some reason, you couldn’t look at her face at all.

Her hand came towards you and opened, a small paper on the inside as if offering it to you.

You take it.

She leaves as you stare at her clothes. You were confused as to why you were hard all of a sudden, especially since you weren’t even looking at her body so much as her clothing.

Runes. You couldn’t see them at all, but it had to be that. What she put on her clothing, you couldn’t know even if you wanted to own those clothes. A sense of strange attachment in your mind was formed, and you regretted it.

There wasn’t much you could do to stop that. You’re already getting pulled in by her. A resentment, tinged with arousal grew in your mind. You wanted her clothes, and her too.

You shook your head, trying to focus yourself and disturb the thoughts you were having thinking about her skirt while you felt your cheeks grow hot realizing you were still in a public place.

You stuffed the note into your pocket with the coin, not even looking at it. It probably had runes as well. You opened the book and began to read as best you could trying to ignore the surging feelings.

Defense was simple in concept. If someone was going to overwhelm your currents, you just had to overwhelm theirs. Since this was also the entire branch of mindmastery related to altering yourself, this book specifically focused on countered forces from outside the body. The senses were the main target of mindmastery, so the book suggested impairing them for the unskilled or weak. Blinding yourself if there was runes, deafening yourself if there was music or spoken word, foregoing breathing until you could get out of a smell, avoiding touching or tasting anything or anyone suspicious.

Beyond that, you could only learn to counteract the current or overwhelm it. Counteracting was matching the same thought or sensation with one you remembered or were focusing on. If you had good enough focus and were able to remember enough sensations and thoughts surrounding the stimulus fast enough, you could regain control by rendering the outside invasion too similar to the environment already in your mind. Since you were already thinking that way, there was no way to change what was already the same. Whatever was trying to control you would fail because you imitated the same current already, causing any change to be useless. It seemed like there was a lot more to it than that, and this method could even make it easier to get overwhelmed yourself if done improperly or the outside **** was using a strange technique.

So if you thought about her skirt when her skirt was drawing you in, and matched that with other skirts in your mind or recalling the emotions the skirt was causing in your consciously you might have been able to resist influence. Even though the main effect might be produced, at least it wouldn’t be anything more.

The other technique, overwhelming, was also the basis for mindmastery and controlling others. You simply had to order other people. The concept didn’t make sense to you at first, but you began to understand that any mental command you issue affects yourself, can apparently also affect others if done with a chosen method. It wasn’t that secret at all, people just normally wouldn’t think that just ordering someone with your mind would work at all. That’s just something you're thinking, that can’t affect reality.

Apparently that wasn’t the truth. You gave a sigh and closed the book. Would the whole world be as crazy as this place if people knew? You looked around at the bar, no one was looking at you over by the library. Just what kind of techniques and knowledge did they have, what could they get you to do? What would they want you to do?

What did she want you to do?

You resolved yourself. Whatever it was, you didn’t want to trust your mind to a stranger. There was no doubt why bookman gave you so little information. This very easily could have happened to anyone, prey to a skilled practitioner of mindmastery. Did she leave the coin there to just snag anyone? It was bothering you, but you put it out of mind.

Mental discipline would be key here. At the very least, to remain yourself you needed to practice against the memories of the strong emotions you were already affected by before. That would lessen the effect of the clothes and the coin at least.

What if she had more tricks though?

You sighed. Then you were done. You thought about just staying here as long as you could.

No.

You were thinking about her too much. Whether it was the clothes or the coin you felt an inevitable pull to listen to her. She offered you the note. The note was in your pocket. You need to read the note.

You tried to muster up the will to resist but too much of you wanted it. You could feel the surging in your body and gave in after trying to mount a defense. This wasn’t fair, you didn’t even get to practice. You huffed as you pulled the note out and read it.

“Here’s an address. Come by if you want.”

You didn’t believe there was much of a choice as you got up and left. The butler gave you a sad look and encouraged you on the way out.

“Do your best. That girl may not be who she seems to be. Keep that in mind.”

You start walking. You closely check the address using your phone. It’s rather far. On your way there, you train yourself.

Think about the skirt. Think about every skirt you’ve ever seen. Think about every shirt you’ve ever seen, every chest you’ve ever seen. Every shoe you ever saw. You pulled them into your mind and compared that to the sensations you feel assailing you back then in front of her. You couldn’t tell how deeply you needed to think or if you were doing this right, but you kept walking. That much seemed predetermined. You had tried to think about the street or other street or locations to counter the thoughts that you had to go, but nothing worked. The feeling wasn’t lessening at all.

You tried ordering yourself around in an attempt to overwhelm yourself but you could only think about how much you wanted her. What harm could come from going there?, your mind was saying that, like it just wanted to be near her no matter what.

Maybe you enjoyed it. You felt resentment towards her but that anger only turned to desire.

To think everyone at the bar was just fine and you were struggling just from seeing her twice, what would happen when you got there?

You found out soon enough, as you walked up the stairs to an apartment. This is the right place. You knocked, a feeling of dread and anticipation clouding around you.

A girl answered the door, still in those clothes.

“I’m glad you’re here. I was worried. A lot of them don’t come. Come in, sit down,” she said.

You imagined her voice was really nice but you were to busy focusing on her clothes.

“Are you okay? You look tired, close your eyes. I’ll change, I’m sorry about the dress. It’s more for defense than anything,” she mumbled at you.

You followed her into her room.

“Oh no. What happened? Hey, close your eyes. It’ll be fine. Just for a second.”

You just stared at her clothes.

“Guess I you were weak to this sort of thing, here,” she said as she covered your face with her palm. You enjoyed the cool and soft sensation of her hand and felt you had to close your eyes. She took you by your hand and led you, touching your shoulder and gently pushing you onto a soft surface.

“I’m sorry about this. I don’t have many friends in this city. It’s hard to break into the community, especially among masters. Breathe and calm down, okay?”

You didn’t respond to that at all, thinking about her body.

“You must have picked up a coin of mine. Do you have it?”

You reach into your pocket and pull it out.

“Oh, great. These were getting expensive. I hate stealing. I had to recruit people somehow. How much do you know about this world? Would you tell me?”

Her hand touches yours. You can’t take it any longer, and throw the coin away and grab her.

You throw her down, eyes still closed.

“Wait! Wait! Get off of me!”

Arms were flailing, with aggression and desire building.

You pushed her arms down and felt yourself get on top of her and thrusting aimlessly.

“Get off. I’ll only say it once.”

You pushed your face into her, the mounds you sunk into and the feeling of cotton overwhelming your senses. You tried to pull off your pants and her skirt, but then you felt a huge regret. It would be a waste to take them off, they were so wonderful to you. You began feeling your body pressing again and again against her clothing, her still in them.

She started moaning, and she placed her hand on your face. The hand was a bit hotter this time.

“Go to sleep!”, she let out in a gasp as you kept moving into her on the bed. All of your focus was on her clothes and the body beneath, you couldn’t even feel your own body anymore.

Her breathing got deeper and deeper as you enjoyed the sensation of her skirt and shirt. The shoes were too far away, so you vainly tried to rub your shins on her feet. You were disappointed that the feeling was more like skin than some kind of leather.

You’d find them later, you comforted yourself and refocused on her skirt and shirt. She was trying to say something but you could only hear moans and gasps as you thrusted.

You felt heat and pressure build rapidly inside you as you became further submerged in the feeling of her clothes. The smell, the texture, the woman behind them, you wanted this feeling to be yours forever.

An energy left you as your dick throbbed inside your pants. It was sticky.

The body under the clothes was tensing and writhing. You couldn’t let it end like this. The pants came off, and you rubbed your crotch against her clothes.

Eyes still closed, you pulled back flipping your body off of her. Reveling in the new experience you just had, remembering again and again the feeling of the cotton on your face. You wrapped your arm under her body and pulled her shirt close to your face with the soft mounds accompanying them. Hot breath was pouring down on you from above, and for the first time you felt the light soft sensation of her hair.

That’s right, you remember now. That wonderful silver. You wanted to see it. You opened your eyes to the beautiful shirt in front of you. You got hard again.

Long into the night you repeated the feeling of enjoying her clothes and her body, completely lost in the sensations assailing you.

At some point you must have lost consciousness. You felt her slim hand you were acquainted with behind your head forcing you down as she tied a blindfold around you. You struggled with your arms and legs, but could barely move against some restraints. The pressure left and you felt lonely.

“Ah... I thought I could handle this. I really did quite the number on you, I can’t believe it. It wasn’t that strong. I... can’t say that wasn’t fun though. I never thought I was like this. I was just looking for friends, not a lover. Guess there are other ways to convince people…”, she trailed off, sighing.

“Hey, can you talk? I can tell you’re awake. What’s your name?”

You told her, marshaling your thoughts and trying to concentrate on the information you had. Someone said you shouldn’t do that, he remembered. Who cares.

“I’m -----, you really like my clothes, huh?”, you could hear a lightness to her voice.

“Your body’s good too, let me loose. I want to feel both again,” you were surprised that you said that for some reason.

“Ahh, you’re not in good shape. No wonder. I read about this before, I didn’t think I’d ever see it. You’ll remember this conversation, I hope. I’m going to find out how to fix you, so wait here okay? I don’t want to have to feed you if I can avoid it. Somehow I don’t think you’ll forgive me for that...I’ll punish you for yesterday later. I still can’t believe that happened…”, she sighed.

“I’ll try to get back in a few hours. I hope I can figure this out alone, I don’t want to have to ask for help, again,” she said and you heard her leave.